#cara dune x fem reader

[dookuswifey]

THE MANDALORIAN | OneShot

Tw: Smut, Fingering, dirty talk, Angst if you squint really hard and look sideways.

Pairing: Cara Dune x Fem!Reader

A/n: This is for my bestie @drawingdroid who is completely normal about Miss Cara Dune.

Cara wants to be more than "friends" so talking and smut happens.

You whined against Cara's neck as you were pushed against the wall of a scruffy alleyway, the dark haired woman kissed your neck sloppily. Your breath quickened as your nails dug deeper into Cara's arms.

-Shhhh, babe are you coming? Are you coming for me? Thats my good girl...sweetheart, mhhm...i feel your cunt sucking on my fingers, i know you're close...come for me, sugar - Cara bit your earlobe pulling slighty so it stung.

Between the mix of pleasure and pain you came, your juices slipped through Cara's hand as she keep pumping in and out so you could ride your orgasm longer.

- That...Was so good- Cara smiled, kissing your sweaty cheek.- you're so good...- She mumbled.

You slouched against Cara, your body completely relaxed as you tried to regain your breath.

- Yeah....Yeah Cara...- You mumbled, brain hazy as you nuzzled into the other woman shoulder.- You're awesome- You smiled and Cara felt her ears redden.

The both of you had been having these kind of encounters for a while now, neither of you wished to open the question of what you two were; Friends with benefits? Lovers? Cara didn't know, but she hoped it was the later.

After regaining your composure and fixing your clothing both of you walked away from the alley, as if nothing had happened, and re-entered the bar where the group was eating.

-Patu!- The glee on the child's tone as he splashed his spoon on the soup was your warm welcome. Mando, as always was sitting still, trying to get Grogu to actually eat the soup. The both of you looked at eachother and giggled, walking to your seats.

- Where were you two?- Mando asked as he took the spoon back.

- Bathroom.- Cara nonchalantly lied.

- The both of you?- Asked Din suspiciously.

- Don't you know women go to the bathroom in pairs?- Cara's response and Din's complete ignorance of social cues made you giggle behind your hand.

- Don't worry, Mando. We're here, that's what matters- You said, breaking the starring contest between a smirking Dune and an innocent Mando.- So what's the next quarry?

The mandalorian feed a spoonful of soup to the child before responding.

- A petty criminal, will be easy. A go-in get-out, get-credits situation- He explained.- We'll have to enter a club, but nothing too difficult.

- You think you won't be noticed in a club? - Cara snorted as Mando looked at her offended.- Between the amount of Beskar on you plus your awkwardness...That will make the target flee before you know it! - Cara said as she nicked the table with her nails.- Let us help, that way it will be easier, you stay in the shadows and Babe and I are the distractions- Cara's hand laid on your thigh sneakily under the table.

-... Fine, but I need all the credits for the womprat's food, he is a growing child. - Cara's hand tightened her hold on your thigh as Mando's agreed, both of you couldn't help but laugh at the mandalorian's words.

- Fine, Fine! That's good for me- Cara said, theatrically putting her hands up defensivelly against the Mandodad's deadpan stare.

°•○ Time Skip ○•°

The mission was going smoothly until the quarry laid his dirty hands on your lower back as Cara was quick to snach her hidden dagger and point it to the quarry's neck.

- Get your hands off of her or I'll cut them off for you, scum- She whispered menacingly on the criminal's ear. Sensing danger, Mando quickly approached them, taking the quarry away from Cara as he was sure she was going to slice him to ribbons.

- I take it from here, thank you.- Mumbled Mando as he knocked the man out cold and dragged him towards the Crest for a carbonite shower.

You looked at Cara with a frown as she looked back with confusion.

- Whats with that look?

- I had it under control!- You angrily stated.- You're always treating me like a child! I wanted to show that I'm a capable bountyhunter but you never let me do my things!- You raged as the dark haired woman stared in mild surprise that quickly turned to frustration.

- I was trying to protect you from the scum of this galaxy!! That asshole was trying to get into your pants!

- So what?! WHAT IF I WANTED THAT? You're always doing this! Even when it's not mission related!

- Oh! Pardon me for wanting to protect you!- Cara mockingly bowed before turning heel and walking to the exit. She had seen the looks people were giving your group and she truly didn't want to be banned from another bar this rotation.

As Cara walked outside you followed angrily behind her, ready to tell her off for once again getting on the way. The both of you had walked quite a bit as the streets became ghostly when you finally reached for Cara's shoulder and pushed her agaisnt a wall.

- You're my friend! Why do you treat me as a child?!- You yelled in frustration as Cara looked in bewilderment.

- Friends?- she parroted.- Friends?! - her tone got higher as she reversed the positions, pinning you under her and against the wall as she pulled you in a deep kiss. You couldn't help but moan against Cara's warm lips, easily opening your mouth as Cara's tongue prodded for entrance. The kiss quickly became messy and wet as when Cara pulled away for air strings of saliva still connected your mouths together. - Friends don't do this kind of shit, sweetheart. - Cara said wipping the saliva of your bruised lips with her thumb. As you caugh the bountyhunter's thumb between your lips Cara truly looked at the state you were in, seeing your flushed and dishelved look, truly adorable.- I don't want to be just friends babe, I though I made it clear.- Her voice softened as she snug her body against yours, kissing your flushed cheeks lovingly.

- I...I thought I was just a... a distraction? I guess. I didn't think...- Your rambling was silenced by a loving kiss, your hands fondly finding their way in Cara's short hair.

- That's just the thing, sweetheart... You think too much- She responded as her kisses traveled towards your neck.- If you want me to stop, tell me now and I will stop. But we can't pretend this didn't happen, you cannot deny the spark between us.- The huntress mumbled against your collarbone.

- Don't...

- What?- Cara asked, slight confusion on her voice.

- Don't pretend then. I won't stop you- You smiled at the taller woman and softly pulled her for a kiss.- I want you, as more than friends too.- You mumbled against her lips, softly bitting Cara's lower lip pulling a soft moan out of the huntress.

- I cannot help myself anymore- Cara mumbled as she picked you up and kicked open the door of a nearby hut she had been staying in.

Clumsily she navigated the dark room between clumsy steps, soft giggles and the sound of kissing. Quickly she lowered you on the small cot and quickly took her shirt off before latching on your lips again, her hands going to caress the skin under your shirt.

- Mmh...you're so soft, babe...so perfect for me- She whinned as you purposely rubbed your knee against Cara's center.- oh shit, babe- she moaned, rutting against your knee, her hands went to your thighs in search of anchor.

- You look so pretty right now...- You mumbled teasingly, hands cupping Cara's breasts, caressing her nubs under her bra.

- Oh honey...- Cara moaned as her hands clumsily undid your belt and pants.- Each of my thoughts about you are inproper... You don't have any idea of all the things I dreamed of doing to you...- Cara kissed you again as she pulled on your pants, pulling them down.- On Mando's ship, at the bar, heck even out in public! You drive me mad, woman- she huskily said as her hands pulled your bra up, freeing your tits and quickly snaching a nipple onto her mouth.

- Oh Cara~!- You moaned, your hands pulling on Cara's hair as your body arched.- Show me, show me all the things you want to do... please, show me!- You begged as the dark haired woman rolled your nipple between her teeth and tongue.

- Oh babe... If i do that you won't be able to walk tomorrow...- She unlached from the cherry pink nipple to lick the other.

- Then we'll stay on bed...I'm sure Mando won't mind...- You whinned as your hands caressed Cara's panties, finding the wet patch there incredibly sexy. The bountyhunter moaned, her hips thrusting against your hand in search for pleasure. Her dark eyes looked for yours, both so blown out in their frenzy.

- Don't say I didn't warn you tomorrow~ - Cara smirked as she popped two of her fingers into her mouth, wetting them eaguerly- Open wide, babe- She ordered as with her free hand she tapped on your thighs.

Getting the memo, you quickly raised your hips and slipped your panties down, shimmying one leg out so you could spread them wider, showing Cara your flushed heat.

- Mmh...So pretty and wet...my girl is so good - She smirked, popping her fingers out of her mouth loudly and caressing your heated labia with them, spreading her saliva as lube.- I would eat you right now...but I'm hungry for something else- the dark haired woman kissed you deeply as her thumb spread the mix of saliva and wetness around your clit, pulling the hood off softly.

-Oh Cara~♡- You moaned, bitting Cara's shoulder to hold in your screams of pleasure as the huntress' long fingers slowly entered your sex.

- Shhh precious... It'll be okay...let me know when to move - She huskily said as she peppered kisses all over your jaw and neck.

A few seconds later your hips started moving softly and Cara matched the tempo, slowly opening you wider.

- Ooohhhhh~♥︎ - Your highpiched whine was muffled against Cara's neck as she smiled and rotated her fingers; Bingo!Gspot!

- Do you like it when I touch you here, babe? Do you like the feeling of my fingers fucking your pretty cunt open?- Cara whispered as her fingers moved in a "come closer" fashion, caressing that sweet spot over and over again.

- Oh-Kark! Yes! Oh Yes! No one fucks me like you do- You moaned, kissing and mouthing at Cara's chin- Fuck... Cara faster, please!

- Have I ever told you how much I love the way you look with my fingers inside you? You look so pretty for me... just so gorgeous. - She smiled, quickening the rymth of her fingers as her thumb rubbed circles around your clit.- Will you come for me, pretty girl? Will you bless me with your come?- the bountyhunter moaned as her hips started to rut agaisnt your thigh fevershly.

- Ohh! Maker yes! Yes please! Only for you Cara!- You wailed, so lost on pleasure you didn't notice your nails were ripping the cheap bedsheets under your body.- Please, I'm so close! Please Cara, please!- Your begs made the woman smile.

- Then come for me, babe...Come for your girlfriend...- she pulled you into a deep kiss as you arched against her body,as the waves of pleasure crashed behind your eyelids. The kiss swallowed your screams of pleasure, your toes curling as your legs hugged Cara's waist, pulling her closer until you both were cuddling, sweaty, happy and satisfied.

[unofficial-writing]

As long as I’m here

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!reader

Warnings: angst (if you can call it that), mentions of blood/wounds, some fluff, Din is a baddie, allusion to smut but not really, protective Din, TW: Kidnapping

Summary: Moff Gideon sent troopers to retrieve you as bait for Mando but he’s not letting that happen.

Word count: 1.2k

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Nevarro’s sun neared the horizon. It would be dark soon, providing a little more cover than you had now. You slid cautiously behind a building in order to avoid interaction with a group of imperial troopers that walked on the main street.

A few buildings down the alley and you started to notice the stormtroopers matching your route on the other side of the building. Your body stiffened at the realization and you turned down a series of twists and turns. Once you finally glanced back, you noticed only two out of six continued their pursuit. The rest were nowhere in sight.

Coming to the end of the alley, you ducked into one of the buildings— which you hoped was empty. As you descended the stairs, you came into a dimly lit room stacked with shelves of what looked like ship parts

As you crossed the room toward the other door, the click of blasters hit your ears and you stopped; your hands falling to hover discreetly over the weapon concealed in your thigh holster.

“Hands up,” came the irritating voice of one trooper. You scoffed, scanning the room slowly. Four were already around you and the other two came down the stairs behind you, blocking your easiest exit.

When he repeated himself, your blaster was out in less then a second and two troopers quickly fell dead where they stood. When you aimed for the third, four barrels stared you down, pointed directly at your head from only a few feet away.

“Drop your weapon!” One demanded. You cursed under your breath, lowering your weapon to the ground. The second it was out of your grip, your hands were cuffed behind your back and a cover was placed over your mouth.

You waited until you were escorted out of the building and under the slowly darkening sky before attempting your first escape plan.

You ducked under the arms that held you and prepared a blow for him. There weren’t really any good options with your hands tied and mouth covered so your escape ended in failure. You found yourself held by two troopers with guns pointed at your skull.

On the walk through town, you caught the eye of Cara Dune. She knew you but likely wouldn’t recognize you in this state and lighting. A flicker of fear twisted at you, despite your incredible ability to conceal it.

Dank Farrik, you cursed to yourself while trying to come up with an escape route. You became increasingly aware that the longer you waited the slimmer your chances got.

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Cara Dune sought out the Razor Crest immediately, catching the Mandalorian by surprise with her approach instead of yours.

“Is y/n here?” She asked, scanning the hull but only finding Grogu and Din.

“No she went into town.” He answered simply.

“Dank Farrik, then that was her.”

“What?” Mando set down what he was doing and turned to give Cara his full attention.

“Troopers have her, they’re—” She didn’t need to explain further.

“Watch the kid.” He said, walking down the hatch door with his weapon in hand. Cara looked down at Grogu who looked back at her.

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Gloved hands held you in place as you limped, dragging your feet as much as possible to ensure they had to pull you along. Your second escape attempt— which took place just before you were ducked into an abandoned-looking building— resulted in a blaster wound to the upper thigh and an injury to the head.

Your head injury wasn’t severe but you were extremely dizzy, and despite the pain you found yourself able to walk.

After traveling down a small tunnel, you stood in a cargo storage unit. Due to the dizziness and what was probably blood loss, you had to be practically held up.

“Why aren’t we just taking her off planet?” One of the troopers asked, which was met with a short-tempered response.

“Moff Gideon wants her brought up to him.” He answered. “It’s not dark enough yet, people’ll get suspicious.”

The first stormtrooper scoffed. “We don’t have to worry about suspicions.”

“I think you do.” You jumped a little at the new voice, but you recognized it instantly. Din seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. He stood across the room with his weapon pointed at the group. In response the trooper holding me pressed the barrel of his hand blaster to my neck.

“Give her to me.” Din’s tone was slow and clear. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Come any closer and both of you die.” The three other troopers aimed their blasters at Din.

“I’ll repeat myself only once.” He didn’t hesitate. “Give her to me.” One of the troopers cocked his weapon, the movement quickly being responded with a brief flash of light and three out of four soldiers falling dead. The last stood a little more shakily, holding you in place.

The Mandalorian turned his head, his helmet coldly staring at the stormtrooper. The trooper hesitantly let you slip out of his grip, handing off your unsteady body to Din, who pulled you to him by your waist to hold you up.

“Take something of mine again,” he threatened with an edge of hatred in his tone. “And the consequences will be much more severe.”

He turned to lead you out, with his blaster still pointed at the trooper. He shot first, barely touching Din’s armor before it was countered. You both watched the last trooper fall to the ground.

Now in the empty cargo room, Din set you on a crate and removed your handcuffs and mouth piece. Sitting up rather than standing, your dizziness was much more manageable.

Din cut a slit in your pant leg, to examine the wound. “Undressing me here?” You asked in a sarcastic tone.

“Not yet.” He responded to your joke but by his tone, you could tell he wasn’t in the joking mood. You could feel his tense demeanor even through his armor.

“I’m ok, Din.” You stated, attempting to make him feel a little better.

“I know,” he replied. After a long pause he sighed. “He couldn’t get me, so he went for you.”

You knew it was normal for Din to keep his thoughts inside his head, even more so when outside the Razor Crest. This was no different.

Moff Gideon’s act infuriated him. There were two things in the galaxy that he���d lay down his life for; Grogu and you. The thought of nearly losing you to the empire was reasonably anger inducing.

You rested your hands on either side of his neck, your fingers finding the only spot on him that wasn’t concealed by armor. He instantly relaxed at your touch, raising his hands to meet yours.

"As long as I'm here, nobody is taking you anywhere." He spoke calmly now that his anger had subsided. I gave him the makings of a smile and he helped me back onto the ground, leading me out and back in the direction of the Razor Crest.

[i-write-sometimes-blog]

Wounds (Cara Dune x Reader)

Request: WHAT?YEES! I Have an idea that's stuck in my head: yn managed to escape the empire, she was a sex slave( we all know the empire was the worst) and that left her mistrusting of people. she covers her face and body and has minimal content with others. but she's kind with the kids of Sorgan and Cara notices that. she works as a healer and is called to looked for Cara when she's injured and a bond forms. what do you think? By @ateliefloresdaprimavera

Word count: 1,460

Warnings: mentioned of slavery, mention of abuse in the past, blood, ptsd.

A/N: So here it is! Sorry for the delay, Tumblr messed up a few things but I managed to write this. Hope you like it, let me know what you think!

Sorgan was a peaceful place. Tall trees created the perfect shelter for the small villages on the planet, the people were kind and never asked too many questions, it was the perfect place to start over, to live a life without worries.

A place to run from the past.

You were here for that safety and you were sure Cara Dune was here for the same reason.

You met Cara a few weeks after she arrived at Sorgan, the tavern seemed full that night, you could hear the people cheering even from your hut at the furthest point of the village. You wondered why this sudden excitement on the people when nights used to be so quiet. Later that night you found the answer to your question.

A man showed up at your door, begging you to heal The Champion who had just got hurt in the latest fight. This was not the first time you were called to heal a champion of the tavern fights but you never expected it to be her.

Dark messy hair falling over the side of her face, she had strong features, yet the warmest eyes that looked at you with kindness, or maybe with curiosity about your way of dressing that allowed the minimum of skin to be shown.

“You’re the healer?” she managed to ask as you stepped in her hut, her voice filled with pain, she had her hand trying to stop the blood of the wound. Nodding you approached to take a better look at the bleeding wound on the side of her body and the many bruises all over her body.

As you got closer you noticed a few more things about this big woman: first the stripes on her right arm that meant her participation in the war and then the little starbird below her left eye, that one had a very sad meaning.

“Hold this.” you told her as you placed a wet cloth to her wound, the woman let out a groan feeling the pressure on the fresh cut. “Press tight.” you indicated her.

“You’re the boss.” she said with a playful smile, even though you could see she was in pain.

Once you found the tools and salves you needed from your bag you returned to her side. Without looking much at her you started to work on the wound, it was just below her ribs and judging it from the depth this was made by something sharp and not a fight.

“This is a serious cut.” you said. “What weapon did this?”

“A vibroblade.” she groaned when you started disinfecting the wound. “I’ve had worse.”

“Sure.” you said, already pouring the liquid from one of your bottles over the side of her body, without much bacta around you had learned to heal with the ancient ways that were a way more painful and slower than the bacta, but just as effective.

Cara whined when the liquid made contact with her skin, burning her flesh. By instinct she grabbed your wrist, making you flinch in terror, sure she was going to hurt you in some way. You closed your eyes and protected yourself with your free hand, already waiting for the hit, just like in your days as a slave, when doing something wrong meant a punishment.

“Please don’t.” you muttered. “Please, don’t hurt me.”

Cara looked at you for a moment, confused. Realized she had your wrist she let go of it and immediately apologized.

“Sorry, it was a reflex.” she said in a calming way, “That thing hurts more than the actual knife.” she added.

You were still insecure about whether to trust her or not.

“It's okay, I’m not going to hurt you.” Cara said looking right into your eyes “I would never hurt you.”

Something in her eyes made you finally trust her. Nodding you went back to your work, silent but somehow safe around this woman you had just met. Leaving her hut with the sensation that you could really trust in her and it was a very long time since you trusted someone.

As the fights in the tavern continued, her visits to your hut became more frequent, giving you the time to get to know Cara Dune a little bit better, to get a little bit closer, to fall in love with her.

Cara observed you everyday walking through the village, you were covered in fabric from head to toe, she always wondered why but never asked, afraid you’d get offended by the question. In fact, she had too many questions for you yet she kept silent.

Walking around the villages she noticed you never really interacted with the villagers beyond advising some concoction to cure some sickness or healing a wound, not even though people around here were kind, you just seemed uninterested in the many handsome boys that tried to win you over.

It was different with the children. She saw you play with them often, she even caught a smile curving your lips when a little girl ran to you to show you the frog she had just captured. Cara herself smiled with the picture in front of her.

You were such a mystery to her.

"What happened now?" You asked, catching her standing in the entrance of your hut, holding her arm.

"New opponent." She told you grinning. "The zabrak really punch hard but nothing I can't handle."

Shaking your head, you turned away from her, already searching for the right salve for the wound on her arm.

You enjoyed her company, her teasing smile and you even liked it when she looked at you, even though you hated it when other people stared at you, she looked at you unlike them, not with hunger or lust but compassion and kindness.

You felt safe around her tall frame and muscular figure. Enough to relax when it was just her and you in your hut, patching up her wounds.

“I’m starting to think you get hurt on purpose.” you told her in a teasing tone for the first time.

“Maybe I do.” she said looking into your eyes.

“Let me see the wound, Cara.” you said finally taking care of the cut on her arm.

As you cleaned the wound she observed you while you cleaned the cut and applied salve, a thousand of questions filled her head once again.

“Y/N, can I ask you something?” Cara murmured insecurely. You held your breath for a moment and then you accepted.

“Sure.”

“Why did you come to Sorgan?” she asked. It wasn’t an easy answer.

“For the same reason you’re here.” you told her trying to avoid her hazel gaze. “The Empire took everything away from me.”

She was from Alderaan, you didn’t need to ask, you knew it the first time you met her, the starbird below her eye could only mean that she was a survivor of the destruction of Alderaan.

"Well, that makes two of us."She scoffed. Then she tried to joke but she realized it was a delicate topic and went serious. "I am sorry."

"It's okay, it's all over now." you said patching her wound up.

"Can I ask you one more thing?" She questioned and you nodded in response.

"What did they do to you? I noticed you tend to avoid people." Cara said searching for your eyes now that you had finished with her wound. "And the first time we met you seemed so scared when I grabbed your arm."

You sighed. Trying to form the words to reveal a part of your past that no one on this planet knew.

"I was sold to the Empire when I was young." you told her, struggling to say the words out loud.

"You were-"

"A slave." It blurted out of you, your eyes traveling to the ground. "Many people hurt me back then, that's why I was afraid." You added, telling your story for the first time. "One day I found a chance to escape and I took it."

Cara took your hand softly, making you flinch for a moment but you relaxed, remembering it was her.

"I'm sorry. I'm here if you need anything. Survivors have to help each other, right?" Cara said holding your hand, "And I promise you that I won't let everyone hurt you again."

You smiled at her, a sincere and genuine smile. And then you did something you had never done before, you hugged her.

She wrapped her strong arms around you, protecting you. You felt safe into her embrace, loved.

"Thank you, Cara." You murmured into her embrace.

The Empire had taken everything away from both of you, but you had each other now to help to heal each other's wounds.

Tagging: @natasha-danvers

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[fictional-thoughts]

Can I have a cara dune fic where she is with another badass warrior and when they’re alone they’re all soft together

Only when darkness and soft stars cover the sky does it really feel at peace. The fires die down, cries of warships and slashes of pain are forgotten - only in the moments of silence.

The cutians are half closed over the small window of your ship, a slip of moonlight panels across the bed, highlighting the curve of your lovers thigh, draped over the dark blankets.

Cara lays beside you, spent and exhausted from the day’s battle, the blaster-fire and feeling of never ending tragedy. She sighs, sinking into the wave of tiredness.

Shifting over the small bed, your hand slides down her bare skin, the dip of her waist and smooth curve of her thigh. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” her voice is rough on the edges. Her brow knits, dark eyes wander, searching for a proper answer. “Of course I am.”

It’s unusual to see the warriors so at rest, others would never imagine those two would ever find a moment of peace. She and Cara Dune were two fiery soldiers, built on the intention to destroy the enemies. Together, they can break open worlds and seemingly never lose.

And together, spent and exhausted, with Cara’s warm form tucked so close to yours under the thick blankets - they forget the days of battle and get lost in the connection of peace that they bring each other. Cara’s voice smooths over as she tells her lover just how much you mean to her - more than the stars, more than anything.

It’s in the moments like this in which Cara feels connected to her humanity again, when her hands are intertwined with another’s, and the soft heartbeat keeping steady under her ear.

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something a lil soft today, feedback is always appreciated(:

[the-great-imagines-of-1812]

Who I write for! (Updated August 2020)

NOTE: I don’t write NFSW. PLEASE don’t request.

Star Wars:

- Rey

- Din Djarin 

- Cara Dune

- Obi-Wan Kenobi (young)

- Anakin Skywalker

- Poe Dameron

- Cassian Andor

IT: Chapter Two:

-Ben Hanscom

- Richie Tozier

MCU: 

- Bucky Barnes

- Natasha Romanoff

- Peter Parker

- Peter Quill

Little Women:

- Jo March

- Theodore Laurence

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society: 

- Dawsey

I am not okay with this:

- Stanley Barber

- Syd Novak

Everything Sucks! : 

- Emmaline 

- Kate

Outer Banks: 

- JJ Maybank

- John B Routledge

- Kiara Carrera 

Anastasia The Musical: 

-Dmitiri

1917

- Will Schofield

- Tom Blake

- Joseph Blake

[certifiedskywalker]

Shared Scars - Cara Dune

Cara has been alone on Sorgan for a long time. Long enough to forget where she came from but not quite enough to forget the pain. One night, she needs to numb it; whether that meant through a good fight or a sweet surrender.

AN: Tell me what you think! I feel like I could have stuck to Cara’s character a bit better but for a first time....eh?

She felt like she was on fire. With each movement, heat bloomed in her muscles and spread through her veins like liquid flame. Her chest was tight but, as she recovered from a swift dodge, Cara let her shoulders relax. Tension would hinder each strike, she knew this all too well.

“Sa da all u got?” Snapped the green-skinned Mirialan in broken Huttese. Cara grinned as she eyed the dark dribbles of blood on his lower lip. She was getting to him.

“Why don’t you find out?”

A furious roar ripped out from the Mirialan’s throat. He rolled his broad, thickly muscled shoulders and Cara braced herself; he was about to lunge. She had picked up on his tell after the first few strikes. Now, Cara knew how the Mirialan fought. 

Smiling, she readied her stance and waited with all the patience of a seasoned warrior. Finally, he charged towards her. Seizing the moment, Cara swung her leg and swept his feet out from under him. The Mirialan fell with a hard crash that brought Cara to her knees at his side as the sparring belt still connected them.

Before he could get to his feet, Cara rushed over and clambered on the Mirialan’s lap. His deep blues eyes had lost their furious glow. Now, all Cara saw was fear. For a moment, she hesitated, but in the next second her years of tactical training and her fists won her over. It took Cara only three solid punches to get the Mirialan to yield; technically two. The third strike was one just for her.

At the man’s cries, Cara took a shaking yet grounding breath. She stood up from the Mirialan’s lap and smiled. Victory was sweet, almost always.

The crowd that swarmed and surrounded the fighting floor cheered. Cara closed her eyes a took a deep breath to savor the sound. Their voices were loud, filling her ears just enough to distract from the ever-present ache in her heart. The credits they threw in her direction were simply a bonus.

“Yes, thank you,” Cara was beaming. “Any moof milkers that made a bet, it’s time to pay up!”

Begrudgingly, those who had placed wages against Cara stepped forward. They handed over what meager credits they had been willing to part with, frowns on their rosy faces. All of them had been entertained but her violence. Before Cara could dwell on it, the Mirialan slapped a small stack of clinking credits in her extended hand. 

She looked up into his eyes and smirked. “Wanna rematch? I’m always up for another round.”

The Mirialan scoffed, his own, wide grin spread along his bloody lip. Cara felt her confidence waver at the sight. Something was not sitting well in her stomach, not with the way he was looking at her. Almost as if he sensed her unease, the Mirialan’s expression deepened. 

“Watch your back, trooper.”

Cara stiffened at his words, slightly caught off guard by his pristine Basic. “I’m not the one you should be worrying about.”

Her masked threat did little to set the Mirialan off. Wordlessly, he wiped at his bloody bottom lip and pointed at Cara’s cheek. Instincts overwhelmed her and Cara jerked away from the man’s green, extended finger. His knowing grin remained even as he walked away.

“You might what to see someone about that,” he drawled as he strode out of the cantina. 

Once the Mirialan was completely out of sight, Cara reached a hand up to where he had pointed at her face. Something warm and wet soaked through the material of her glove. When she pulled her hand back to examine it Cara saw crimson staining the fabric. A small gasp passed over her lips. When had he struck her cheek?

“Damn,” she muttered and stepped over towards the bar. An older man was working behind the counter and Cara waved to get his attention. “Can I get a rag for this?”

“Yes, of course,” he ducked to the side and pulled a scrap of fabric from one of the shelves. Cara caught a glimpse of the glowing, blue spotchka bottles. Her mouth watered slightly but the barkeep moved to stand before her. 

“Thanks,” she sighed and took the cloth from his open palm. 

“Looks deep. You might wanna get it looked at.” 

As Cara placed the strip of the fabric against her cheek, she eyed the man. He seemed kind enough. There were laughter lines in his face, a few age spots here and there. He was old enough to have seen the end of the Clone Wars perhaps. Cara shuddered at the thought.

“Yeah, you know anyone?” 

The barkeep pressed his lips in a thin line and glanced about the cantina. Cara watched his searching gaze, not paying attention to who exactly he was eyeing. He tipped his chin over Cara’s shoulder and the ex-trooper traced the direction of his gesture.

“That one,” he said softly, “a retired medic.”

“Retired?” Cara’s brow furrowed as her gaze landed on a fresh face. “A little young  for that, huh?”

When she looked back, the barkeep shrugged. “Comes recommended. Does good work in the krill village down the way.”

Cara hummed thoughtfully and thanked the older man. He turned with a dipped head to help the other customers. For a moment, Cara watched him go. What a simple life he led. Long ago Cara would have despised the idea of such a living. Now, it was something she longed for.

A sharp ached in the side of her face broke Cara out of her reverie. She turned and pressed her back against the bar counter to study the ‘retired medic’ the man had pointed out to her. The word ‘retired’ in and of itself set Cara on edge. Who in the galaxy could be so well off, so secure enough to ‘retire’? Not even under the New Republic did that feel like a possibility.

Perhaps that was what made you so appealing to Cara, she wasn’t sure herself. Even as she made her way over to you, Cara was struggling to figure you out. The Mirialan man had been easy to see through. He was some disgraced warrior turned bounty hunter; Cara had seen the likes of him before. But you? You were a puzzle that grew more complicated up close.

“Hey.”

When you looked up at her, Cara felt her breath catch in her throat. “Hi, you’re uh, you were in the fighting ring right?” 

“Yeah, I-”

“Your face,” you gasped, standing from your spot at the secluded table. Cara jerked back as you stepped towards her. Confused, you pulled back.

“Sorry, I just…” Cara could see the worry in your eyes and she took a breath. “Post-fight nerves, you know.”

“Yeah,” you murmured, still looking at Cara’s wound. “You can sit down and I can stitch it up for you. If you want? I’m Y/N, by the way.” Cara couldn’t help but smile at you. Slowly, you returned her kind expression and the ex-shock trooper could help but marvel at your beauty. How had you slipped past her eye on Sorgan of all places?

“Y/N,” your name warmed her heart. “Thank you. I’m Cara.”

Cara took the seat beside yours, fiddling with the now bloodied strip of fabric in her hands. The noise in the cantina had dulled after the fight. Idle chatter created the quietest din Cara had ever heard. It was silent enough for unwanted memories to crept up from the back of Cara’s mind. A shudder rattled up her spine, quelled only by your presence.

“It doesn’t look too bad,” you said as you started to reach towards Cara’s face. You paused when she met your gaze, your hand hanging between you. “May I?”

“Of course,” Cara felt a confident smile spread along her lips as your fingertips brushed against her chin. Carefully, you turned her head and pressed gently along her cheek to make sure the wound wasn’t infected. The touch was enough to stir up Endor Blues’ in her stomach. 

“Not infected, just deep,” you murmured, your voice doing nothing to help the butterfly-light tickling in Cara’s insides. 

“I don’t even remember getting hit.” Cara didn’t miss how you smiled at her words. Granted, the smile was brief, soon covered up by your mock professionalism.

“Well, you’ll remember the scar,” you sat back and met her gaze. “Sewing it up will expedite the healing process but not necessary.”

Cara bit at the inside of her cheek. She didn’t want to leave you just yet. There was still so much tender mystery around you and she wanted to know all of it. At least, as much as she could. She had to make up for lost time.

“What does the doctor recommend?” Cara lifted a flirtatious brow and smiled when she saw your reaction. Your eyes widened and you nervously rung your hands, all the while letting out a thoughtful hum.

“Stitches would keep bacteria out,” you thought aloud, “and Sorgan isn’t the most clean place to stay. If you’re roughing it…” You began to ramble and Cara couldn’t stop her the spreading of her grin as you rattled on.

“Stitches it is,” Cara said, interrupting your chatter about the possible causes of infection on the swampy planet she was currently calling home. You stopped and shifted in your seat. Something curious, anxious, lingered in your posture. Just as Cara was about to ask you what was the matter, you began to speak.

“My medical supplies are in my tent.”

Cara felt the butterflies swarm up in a frenzy. She hated that she loved the feeling. “Lead the way.”

Cara followed you as you strode off towards your small abode. Under the light of evening, you looked beautiful. You looked like you belonged in a place as natural as Sorgan. 

“You from here?”

You glanced over your shoulder and met Cara’s gaze. In the instant after, your eyes feel to the series of credit-shaped stripes wrapped around Cara’s arm. You stuttered, faulty words spilling past your lips before you could stop them. She was with the Rebellion, or was. You know with each inlay of ink, death followed the woman you now found yourself so taken with.

Your stuttering and thinking caught Cara’s attention. With her slightly squinted gaze, she peered at your face. There was something in your eyes that Cara felt as familiar. She had seen it in her own reflection before. It was that glint in your pupil, Cara had seen the same one in her eyes. Fear; it was the fear of someone running.

“Uh, no, I…” You stopped suddenly and gestured to a dark tent. “We’re here.”

Cara didn’t miss your jerky movement as you parted the entrance to your small home and took fast steps inside. She could feel your nervous energy as she followed you into the shadows. Your hand shook as you flicked a lighting unit on, bathing you and Cara in a yellowish glow. Cara’s skin, especially around her wound, almost seemed orange; as if she were a burning flame. You had to take a breath to steady yourself.

“Nice place,” Cara teased. Your tent was nothing to gawk at. Inside, there was only a cot, table, and three chairs. “Homely.”

“It works,” you shrugged and gave Cara a careful smile. “You can sit. I have to grab my things.”

Cara nodded and took a seat next to the small table in the center of the tent. She glanced around your ramshackle home and pressed her lips into a thin line. Her camp was just as sparse as yours. Little belongings made it easier to run fast and away. It was a lifestyle that Cara had adopted after her...departure from the Republic.

“So, where are you from then?” Cara turned to watch you as she asked the question. You were already walking towards her, medical bag in hand. At her question, her persistence, you faltered. Your feet knocked into the table legs and Cara wondered if you had been drinking at the cantina beforehand. Or, perhaps, she made you that nervous.

“Uh, Outer Rim, Dantooine.” You took the seat at her side and started to organize your supplies. Cara watched as you pulled out a needle, a stiff looking thread wheel, and an old bacta dispenser. She squinted her eyes at you and you stiffened. “What?”

“Haven’t heard that name in a while. Part of the Rebellion, right?” You met her gaze for a moment before turning back to your supplies.

“Um, yeah it was.” You threaded the needle and faced Cara once more. “Can you turn your face?” 

Cara complied wordlessly and you set to work. The first piercing of the needle in her cheek stung but not as much as the silence that now hung in the air. In the quiet, memories of old battles came to mind. Cara could hear the cries of her fellow soldiers and the blasts of proton torpedoes. Even in it’s disembodied, haunting state, the sound was enough to make Cara flinch.

“Did that hurt?”

“No, I,” Cara shifted, “can you talk?” You sat back and eyed her warily.

“Talk?” Cara met your eyes and gave you a half smile.

“To distract from-”

“Oh, yeah. Alright.” You leaned close to Cara’s cheek once more and set back to work. “So, um, where are you from?”

Cara’s breath caught in her throat. This was not the distraction Cara had been hoping for. She hadn’t though about home in so long. There wasn’t even a home to think of anymore.

“Alderaan.”

You stopped your work, the needle pinched between your fingers when the name reached your ears. “Alderaan.”

Cara didn’t meet your gaze, partly because she didn’t want to disturb your work but also because she was scared of what she would see. She feared that, if she were to look, she would see pity. That was the last thing she wanted. All her life had been was fighting and pulling herself out of the spiraling pit of sorrow. Seeing you sad for her would have pushed all of Cara’s work behind her; it would have all been for nothing.

If she looked back now, Cara would loose everything she worked to forget. Yet, there was something nice about remembering. She had come so far.

“I can’t imagine…” You trailed off and got back to stitching her wound. A tiny stream of blood oozed from her cut as you worked, slipping slowly like a red tear.

“Don’t,” Cara sighed, “it’s not worth it.”

“I’m sorry. You lost...everything…” You let your hands fall in your lap, unable to continue sewing. You had only heard of the Alderaan tragedy. Whispers of the new asteroid field left in the sector reached your ears long before the news of the Death Star. Although it was not the first time you had heard of the Empire’s cruelty.

“I don’t think about it.” Cara said it coldly in the hopes of turning the tide of conversation. However, the sudden tone shift caught you off guard. How could she not think of it?

“Cara, there are-”

“I like to think of better things,” she continued. You only nodded and tied off the lingering bit of medical-grade thread. Compared to past, rushed work, Cara’s stitches were clean. You would dare to venture on ‘refined’. Leaning back you focused your eyes on your supplies and started to tidy them away.

“I’m afraid I’m not so positive.”

 A stretch of silence fell between you and the mysterious fighter. When you found enough lost courage to meet Cara’s eyes, you found her already looking at you. Her cheeks, not just the one you had sutured, were a flushed red. You imagine it was run off adrenaline from her fight with the Mirialan.  

“You’ve seen it too, war.” Cara leaned back in her seat, strong arms crossed over her chest. You swallowed hard at the sight.

“More than I care to admit.” You looked down at the piece of stray thread between your fingers. “I left before the New Republic was instated.”

“A deserter,” Cara hummed. You glanced up at her nervously. The utterance of the title you had been running from sent a chill through you. 

“You’re not going to turn me in, are you?” Cara smirked and shook her head. A flood of relief rolled over your shoulders. “Thank the Maker. I saw your stripes and…”

“I don’t fight for anyone else,” she said coolly, “not anymore.” 

In her words, you could feel the weight of your own history. There was no point in sharing your story. It was the same as Cara’s only you had a planet to go back to. Your village had been destroyed, trampled by the boots of stormtroopers and war machines. When the Rebellion came to Dantooine it was like you were being rescued. That rescue turned to recruitment and suddenly you were fighting when you had been raised to heal; raised for peace. Sorgan was as close as you came to peace after you fled.

“You’re good at disappearing,” Cara said suddenly. You lifted your eyes from your hands to look into her pretty face. Pretty in an unconventional sense of the word. Her eyes were sharp, features hard and battle-worn. You had seen people like her before, but not any as strong.

“Disappearing?”

“Thought I was the only ex-Republic anything on Sorgan.” You inhaled deeply at the realization. Both of you being here....it put the other at risk.

“Planet’s not big enough for the both of us,” you sighed. Cara nodded, eyes falling from your face to stare into the lantern on the table. You felt the corners of your lips turn upwards and you found the strength to stand.

You turned your back to the woman and packed up your medical supplies. Soon, you’d pack the rest of your things. Whatever Cara had here, on Sorgan, it was something you were not willing to take from her. You would take no more, not again.

“What are you doing?” Cara asked as you moved to the storage unit beside your cot. Clothing, rations, everything you had managed to find to aid your survival fit into one box.

You looked over your shoulder at her to find that she was standing now. Her hands were clenched into fists and you realized she thought you were searching for a weapon. Long ago, you would have thought the same thing.

“Getting ready to disappear again.”

“Y/N,” her hands relaxed and she stepped towards you. 

“No, no,” you straighted your back and raised your hands. “You are liked here. They’ll notice if you’ve gone. It’s best I slip away now.”

In the dim light of your cramped tent, a tension grew. There was an unseen tether that tied you and Cara together; a tugging you both felt but one that went, despite it all, unspoken. You shared a history, scars that would never heal, not properly; at least not yet. Time, you both needed time and space between the pain.

“Don’t go yet.” Cara’s voice was small. Feeble as it was, there was a fire in her eyes and you could feel its heat. 

“Okay,” you said softly, pushing your gathering of sparse belongings aside.

Before you could say anything else, Cara was closing the gap between you. When her hands found your waist, you sighed in relief; the touch was grounding, took your heart out of tarnished memories. When her lips melded against yours, it took all you had to not give yourself over to her completely. For once, your mind went blank. The background noise of battle in your head and Cara’s went dead silent.

There were better ways to cope. Talking, for instance, would be a better way to work through the trauma. Though it wasn’t ideal and there were worse ways. Drinking, gambling; Cara had already dipped her toe into the ladder with her budding pit-fighting career. Touch, raw and real, was far form the worse.

You let Cara in. Together you traced the scar of battles fought and bittersweet victories. In her kiss, Cara told you her story. In your arms, Cara heard your tale, felt your pain as her own. There was no need for words.

And in the morning after, when Cara woke to an empty cot, all of your warmth gone, there were no need for words then. Yet, you left some behind on a piece of parchment. How archaic it was, leaving a note rather than a holomessage; but it was the old ways that had kept you safe for so long. Though leaving pained you, you knew it was for the best, you couldn’t leave without a proper goodbye.

‘By the light of Lothal’s moons, may we find each other again’

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Like a Bantha...

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Words: 2943

Warnings: inappropriate conversations, semi-drunk characters, second-hand embarrasment, descriptions of sexual acts, awkward mando, amused mando, implied smut. Surprisngly, nothing too descriptive...given the theme of this fic.

A/N: I feel like I only write fics based on tiktoks now and I don’t know how to feel but hey, at least I’m writing. This little weird af fic is based on this lovely video by someone who was thinking what we were all thinking when we saw that scene in The Book of Boba Fett. I fucking love this show yall. 

You shake your head dramatically at the mythrol's question as you down the last bit of spotchka before you call over one of the droids to avoid the bartender staring at you. He smiles at you but you ignore it, not wanting him to think that he would be getting your attention any time soon. Brushing aside the droid’s list of drinks, you tell it that you want some caf and to close your tab after this last drink. As the droid leaves, you laugh at something Greef Karga says about how your type was probably no one they will ever meet, waiting until a few silent moments pass before you tap on the table to get his attention.

"I wouldn't say that," you let the comment sit for a bit, not wanting to offer any details unless asked.

"So what? You're saying we've come across someone you want to, you know…" Cara slurs the rest of the sentence and you roll your eyes at her teasingly, murmuring something about how weird it was that she swore less when she was drunk. You nod your thanks to the man bringing your caf and don't give him a chance to say anything in return as you switch your attention to the conversation again. 

"More than that Dune!" You take a sip from the hot drink and shake your leg nervously when you turn to Karga and see the second recognition washes over his features over who you were referring to. He can't help but laugh at finally catching up on what you're saying and you swear at him when he leans over while whispering something about the signs always being in front of him.

"What...what are you laughing about?" Cara breaks the moment and punches him when he doesn't respond right away. He’s still laughing, and you start to feel uncomfortable as you realize that he might be giggling at your expression and not your choice in partners. At least he wasn’t saying anything bad about your preference…

"You thought you were being slick huh? I wouldn't have pegged you as that type Y/N." Karga says with a smirk on his face and you feel your face heat with embarrassment when you see the way he's looking at you. You frown at him and slide in your seat when he raises a curious eyebrow at you and orders another round of drinks.

"I- what do you mean?" You know you shouldn't press him further, especially when you've had a lot to drink, but you want to know if he can tell you anything about the type he goes for.

"The type that finds pleasure in awkward silences," you almost spit out the drink as his comment settles in and it’s your turn to laugh at the ridiculous observation, continuing to ignore Cara’s obvious lack of understanding. 

“I don’t know about that, I think he would be the opposite.” You shrug your shoulders when Karga crosses his arms and stares at you as if telling you to elaborate. “I mean, he can’t be worse than some of the shit I’ve had to deal with before.” 

“I can’t tell if I’m more interested in your unfortunate experiences or what you imagine sex with Mando would be like?” Karga’s remark is too loud to your liking, and you’re about to respond to him about the former when Cara breaks into laughter.

“Glad you finally caught on,” you flick the two of them off as you begin to scratch marks into the table with your blade. 

“Mando? Really? But he’s so…so…cold?” You know for a fact that she doesn’t mean anything offensive by the comment but it sets you on edge either way when you turn to her and see the curious yet revolted look on her face

 “I’m not sure if you’re referring to the beskar or to his personality, but either way, I don’t mind. The beskar I can deal with…as for his personality, well…he’s not as cold as you think he is.” You really should stop talking at this point so you don’t give too much away, and you refuse to look at either of them, not wanting to reveal more feelings to them, especially to Karga. 

You realize too late that Karga doesn’t need to look into your eyes to see how you feel because all of a sudden, you feel a hand slide across the table and catch your wrist. When you do finally raise your gaze, you find Karga smiling softly at you before nodding in silence. 

“You should tell him.” It’s all he says before he returns to his seat and brushes away the mythrol trying to ask him about what his words mean.

It never occurs to you that Greef Karga, of all people, would be the one to offer you advice but you shake your head at him and switch the conversation back to Dune. When it came to personal matters, you preferred to talk more about physical activities than emotional attachments. Maybe Dune’s thought process wasn’t so bad after all. 

“I mean, how would that even work…with all that armor anyway?” The question makes you laugh and you hand her another drink, hoping that she grows quieter the more she gulps down. 

“Oh believe me, I’ve thought about that a lot and let's just say that I’ve figured out a way to deal with that…multiple ways actually.” Your confession earns a smile from Karga and an interested look from Cara, and you can’t help but laugh at both of their expressions. You notice Karga’s expression switch though, but you stop him from saying anything more, afraid that he’d tell you to not ignore his opinion on the matter. 

“I would ride that man like a bantha through the Tatooine desert…or, if I’m lucky, I’d let him ride me like a bantha.” You wink at Cara who’s giggles only increase the more you speak, and you continue to mark up the table with your blade as her laughing fit goes on. 

“You have a preference for who rides who?” She barely manages to ask between coughs and snorts, and you decide to take her drink away, afraid that she might get angry with you the following day for not stopping her.

“Not at all, I’ll take anything I can get at this point. He has great thighs that I can ride…but if I’m being honest, I’d rather have him push me down and do whatever he kriffing wants. No complaints from me.” When you don’t hear any response from Dune or Karga, you look up at them to ask if you went a little too far with your explanation, only to notice that they were both staring at something behind you. Narrowing your eyes at them, you follow their line of sight and forget how to breathe when you see Mando standing right behind you. Silence falls over the table as you stare at Mando, and you curse quietly when you don’t receive so much as a hint of what he’s currently thinking of. 

Damn that stupid helmet.

You don’t expect him to say anything and you gulp nervously when he tilts his head to the side, his visor aimed directly at you and no one else.

“Is that so?” His voice breaks you out of reverie, mostly because you can’t tell if he is amused or angry. But you don’t wait to find out. Your knees feel weak but you stand up in a hurry and don’t bother to apologize to anyone as you push your way through the crowd and leave the cantina. The bitter taste of the caf makes you almost vomit as you walk to the inn across the street, but you cover your mouth with a hand to prevent yourself from more embarrassment. The innkeeper looks at you as you push through the door but he returns his attention to the hologram in front of him as you sprint up the stairs to your room. 

The reality of what just happened crashes on you like a ship and you pace back and forth across the room to try and think of some excuse to tell Mando when you see him. As you think over every word you said, it occurs to you that he may have been standing there longer than you think, and you swear in anger when you try to take out your blade but find it missing. 

Fucking great, you forgot it back at the cantina. 

When nothing comes to mind immediately, you shake your head in defeat and kick off your shoes before throwing yourself into bed. How in the hell were you supposed to return and work for him now? The man has been nothing but decent and respectful to you during your time with him, and here you were making crude comments about how you’d like to fuck him…or how you’d enjoy it if he fucked you.

“Pfassk,” you stare at the cracked ceiling above your bed and shut your eyes when you reach a solution. This was the last thing you ever wanted to do but you understand then that nothing could be done about what you said. You can’t apologize enough, and you certainly won’t force him into keeping you on-board and making him feel awkward about your not-so-secret infatuation with him.

You had to leave. 

“PFASSK!” You scream at yourself and turn to the side to ignore the burning feeling settling in your chest. As you prepare to wallow in self-pity for the duration of the night, a loud knock rings through the door to your room, and distracts you. You don’t bother responding, knowing that whoever was at the door would leave soon.

Then another knock comes through, and you swear it sounds impatient but you brush the thought aside. When the third one comes, you huff in anger and jump out of bed. You try to look for any weapon you can use for whoever was disturbing you but you remember quickly that you left all of your other weapons on Mando’s ship.

Great. 

Taking a deep breath, you put on the scariest face you can muster up and pull open the door with as much aggression as possible. Almost on queue, you relax at the sight of Mando standing in front of you with his emotionless helmet studying you. The things you’d do to know what he’s thinking of right now. 

Neither of you say anything, and you wish that he can at least fire you now so you don’t have to deal with this issue tomorrow but instead of doing so, Mando walks past you and stops when he’s in front of the only window in the room. 

You pout at the obvious discomfort radiating off of him, but you say nothing as you softly shut the door and approach him. You want to apologize, to tell him that you didn’t mean any of what you said, to beg him to forget every stupid comment that rolled off your tongue so you could stay with him. But your tongue is paralyzed, and your mind chooses to focus on his broad shoulders instead. 

“You forgot your blade,” he says as he turns around and doesn’t wait for a response as he throws it your way. Your eyes widen in shock as you barely manage to catch it, and you don’t bother to tell him that he almost just stabbed you with your own damn weapon. Maybe this was his way of telling you that he’s not interested. You nod at him as you put it on the table between the two of you. When you gaze into his visor again, you can’t help but imagine it as it moved along with him the more you rode him. 

Fuck, not now.

“Did you mean what you said back there?” Whatever you thought he was going to say next, this was most likely the last thing to come to mind and you furrow your eyebrows at the odd question. Was he trying to make this worse?

“I- I’m not sure if…Karga was just-” You struggle to come up with a response that won’t make this more painful but Mando takes two steps towards you and raises his hand to silence you. 

“It’s not a difficult question. Did you mean what you said back there?” His tone would seem threatening to anyone else, but you knew that he was only trying to understand why you would ever say those things about him. Taking a deep breath, you ring your fingers nervously as you nod, knowing that you might embarrass yourself further if you tried to say anything. 

“Look at me,” Mando says softly as he moves into your space and you can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine from the proximity of his body. Even though you wish for him to leave, you don’t deny him the request and reluctantly look into the visor. 

“I want you to tell me which you would rather do.” 

You must be looking at him with nothing but confusion in your eyes because Mando lets out a chuckle as he slowly slides his gloved hand up your arm while the other slips around your waist and pulls you flush to the cold beskar of his armor. 

“W-what are you talking about?”

“Sweet girl, don’t act all innocent now. I want you to tell me which you would rather do…would you like to, how did you phrase it?” You gasp lightly when you feel the hand around your waist tighten in its hold, and you unintentionally fist your fingers into the cowl across his neck when the leather-clad digits you longed to have caress your skin finally rest against your cheek. “Ah yes, ride me like a bantha through the Tatooine desert, or would you rather if I pushed you down and rode you as I please?” The force of his words drives through you like a blaster shot and had he not been holding you against him, you are sure you would have fallen to your knees then and there. 

“M-mando…you- you don’t have to pretend to want me.” It pains you to say those words but you know this conversation would make it more difficult for you to leave. You can’t humor those thoughts, not with him. And certainly not now. 

“Does this feel like pretending to you?” You hear him hiss through the vocoder as he pushes you against the wall and thrusts his hips in between your thighs. There is no mistaking what you’re feeling against your thigh and you look down to make sure that you’re not imagining this moment. 

“I- I thought…”

“Answer the kriffing question mesh’la.” Mando cuts you off as he loosens the hold he has around your body and takes your wrists into his palms before he slams them above your head. You don’t have the energy to try and ask him why he was behaving this way, afraid that this was all a dream and you’d wake up any moment. 

Just roll with it.

“I don’t care…I just want you, want you to fuck me. Doesn’t matter how. Please- oh maker, please Mando…Please!” You give into months of desires, shutting your eyes as soon as you see Mando lean into you and rest the top of his helmet against your forehead. 

“Fuck, I’ve dreamt of hearing you say those words sweet girl. But-”

“But what?”

Please, let this be real.

“But I saw the drinks on the table…I- I can’t take advantage of you.” You sigh in relief when he reveals his reluctance and you shake your head frantically to try and grab his attention. 

“I only drank one spotchka…the rest was caf. Please, Mando I- I promise I’m not drunk. I’ll do anything to prove to you that I’m not drunk. Just don’t…don’t let go.” Mando remains quiet for a few long moments before he pulls back and drops his head until he takes a good look at you.

“Do you want me to take the helmet off?” You don’t expect him to ask this question right now, and you frown at him in confusion before you study the black and gray of the visor. 

“No, I would never ask you to take it off. No matter how much I wish to see the face underneath this helmet, I- I don’t want you to take it off.” A part of you thinks he may have asked that question to make sure you’re sober. You don’t blame him, but you also can’t help but think of what he would have done if your answer was different. 

“You don’t have to take it off to be with me, Mando. I want you, as you are.” You hope he believes what you’re telling him, and when he begins to let go of you, you fist your hands tightly to brace yourself for whatever he was about to do.

“My name is Din, it’s Din Djarin. I want to hear you scream my name when you ride me cyar'ika.” You bite into your cheek when you hear the smile in his voice, and you return the expression when he removes his hands from your wrists and slides them up until he intertwines his fingers with your own. 

“And if you’re a good girl, I’ll turn you around and have my way with you.”

“Promise?” You ask with a roll of your hips into his hard cock, barely managing to hold back from deepening your smile when he growls in warning. 

“Sweet girl, all you have to do is ask.” 

[writefightandflightclub]

Luna’s fic masterlist: Nathan Bateman + Assorted Oscar characters

See my pinned post for Poe Masterlist; Pedro characters masterlist; Moon Knight / Miguel / MCU; and Triple Frontier masterlist

Key: 🔥 = smut, 🍭 = fluff/cute, 🌪 = angst, 😈 = dark, 🌲 = pining, 😤 = bickering, 🚀= mission/adventure 😉 = steam but not smut ❤️‍🩹 = hurt/comfort

All the Oscars headcanons (requests for these OPEN)

If the boys won the lottery 🍭

The boys take care of you if you’re sick

The boys + 7 minutes in heaven

Nathan “Gift from God” Bateman (Ex Machina)

(GIF by @nathan-bateman)

Halt and catch fire 🔥😈🌪 (fem reader)

Abstraction 🍭 (any gender reader)

Hypothesis  🔥😈  

Kiss from a rose 🔥😈

As soft as this dick gets 🔥😈

Hold, Alt, Repeat  🔥🍭

Wicked Game 😉

Mettle head  😤🍭  

Comfort headcanons  🍭  (any gender)

Summit and mount 🔥😈(any gender)

Something blue(book) 🍭

Morning glory 🔥

Calm after the storm 🌪 (fem reader)

Genesis and geniuses 🌪 (fem reader)

Oh honey 🔥

Horny Misanthrope 🌪 🍭

Average vs. Mean 🔥

Intimacy headcanons 🍭

Add insult to injury 🍭

Variation on a theme 🍭 🔥

Mini fics 🍭

Nathan’s bathroom (interior design)

Slut (affectionate) 🍭🔥

Foregone conclusion 🍭🌲

Cold Light of Day (blurb) 🌪

Working out the kinks 🔥🍭

All better 🌪🍭

Rude Awakening 🍭

Through the looking glass 🌪 🍭

Hip rotation 😉

Take a byte 🌪 😈

Am I the Asshole? Fem!reader 🌪 😉 🍭

Blurb, GN!reader with migraine 🍭

You-o-meter GN!reader 🍭

Good boy (GN reader) 🍭 😉

Instant Pals (Nathan x fem!reader x Tony Stark) 🔥

The hand of god (GN reader) 🌪🌲

Dinner > Desert (GN reader) 🍭 😉

Hugs (GN reader) 🍭

Headcanons: here and here

Uninvited (Nathan x fem!reader) 🍭

What’s mine is yours mine (Nathan x fem!reader) 🔥

Efficiency (Nathan x fem!reader) 🔥

Dear diary, I met an asshole 🍭

Bored now (GN reader) 😉

Duke Leto “Daddy” Atreides (Dune)

Submit to rule  🔥😈🍭 (fem reader)

A man of honour 🌪 GN reader

A voice is a wish 🔥 fem

The sun on your skin (GN reader, hurt/comfort)

Plenty (fem!reader)🔥

Llewyn “Grumpy Angel” Davis (Inside Llewyn Davis)

Texture Like Sun 🍭  

It’s complicated (any gender reader)  🍭    

Out from the cold (fem reader)  🍭    

Burn, baby, burn 🔥

Crown of crotchets 🍭

Evgeni “Dreamboat” Kolpakov (W.E)

Harmony 🍭 (fem reader)

Blooming most recklessly 🍭🌲

Richard Alonso Muñoz (The Letter Room)

Return to sender 🍭🌲

Somebody to Love (Part 1/2) (Part 2/2) 🍭 🔥

Postman! AU

NSFW alphabet

Orestes “Pretty Crier” (Agora)

Wanderers 🌪 🔥 (fem reader)

Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)

The subtle art 🔥

Cara “Cancelled bc of Gina” Dune

A heart in stealth mode 🌪 🔥 🌲(fem reader, WLM)

[bobafetts-princess]

Hunt Me

Summary: You and Mando are struggling to catch a bounty which makes you wonder how long you could stay hidden from the notorious bounty hunter. What happens when he catches you?

Pairings: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader (no Y/N)

Warnings: smut, fingering, smartass reader, slight bondage, dirty talk, Din Djarin using pet names, predator/prey dynamic. Reader is definitely bisexual as am I

Word Count: 4K

A/N: Hey! This is my first fic on tumblr in YEARS so go easy on me 🤣 I hope you guys like this, it was inspired by @tibbietibbs fic called The Bet so please enjoy! Also we support sex workers in this house thx

“Mando.” You prodded, legs crossed in the passenger seat of the Razor Crest as the Child slept next to you in his pod. A bowl of soup sat on your lap, remnants of your dinner you shared with the kid before he crashed out. “Mando.” You asked again, because he ignored you the first time. His helmet turned towards you slightly and you knew that it was the go ahead to ask your question.

“Why can’t we find this guy?”

“He’s smarter than I anticipated.”

“Are we leaving in the morning?”

“If someone will fuel the ship.”

“Do you think we’ll catch him? He seems pretty crafty.”

“Why do you have so many questions?” He snapped and you took the cue to shut your mouth. You were marooned on the planet of Takodana with no fuel and no help, until a fueling center opened in the morning. There was a town near where you’d landed, full of seedy places and bars and you’d heard that your bounty was here, only to find he’d disappeared the moment you arrived on the planet. The Mandolorian was frustrated with being unable to catch his bounty, temper shorter than usual. A thought crossed your mind and you couldn’t help but say his name again.

“Mando.” You prodded once more, wishing you knew his real name. You’d asked him one time, and he didn’t speak to you for three days unless it was regarding the welfare of the Child. He didn’t acknowledge you and you weren’t surprised, but you were discouraged. Your relationship with the Mandalorian had been improving, with you acting as a nanny to the child. The two of you shared evenings together and even the occasional laugh.

Recently you’d even shared some flirtations and you wondered what the Mandalorian would be like in bed. It was inappropriate thoughts of course, but you couldn’t help but have them. His gruff voice and thick thighs haunted your dreams and often you woke soaked through with a sweat that required a few minutes to yourself. You started to wonder if he felt the same way, but with how short he’d been with you this evening, you were certain he didn’t.

“Mando.” You prodded again and he turned his whole body in his chair to give you a look that you’d be willing to bet money on was a glare.

“So obviously we can’t catch this guy.” You started and he started to turn his body away from you with an irritated grunt. “Do you think I’d be this difficult to catch?” You asked him, words rushing from your lips and the Mandalorian sat back in his captains chair with a huff.

“No.” Came the answer a minute later.

“Okay that’s fair.” You nodded to yourself. You’d heard tales from Greef Karga and Cara Dune the one time you met them about the Mandolorians tracking and hunting abilities. And not for the first time, you wondered what it would be like to be tracked by him, and how long you could stay hidden. The thought had you clenching your thighs together and you carefully chose your next words.

“So, how long do you think it would take you to catch me?” You asked and you saw his body seize, as if that was the last thing he expected you to ask. He didn’t even turn towards you when he answered, gravelly voice crackling through the vocoder.

“One hour. Maybe an extra half hour if I gave you a head start.”

“An hour? You cannot be serious! There’s no way I would be that easy to catch.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest in indignation.

“It’s not that you’d be easy, it’s that I know what you’d do.” He told you, body finally turning to face yours.

“What makes you think that? You don’t know everything about me.”

“No, but I think I’d know how you’d think if you were on the run.”

“I’d like to test your theory. I’ll bet it takes you at least two hours to get me back on the ship.”

“I’ll take that bet.” He told you, moving to stand over you and put the cover on the Child’s pram. He leaned down, his beskar helmet leaning close to your ear. “I’ll even give you the head start.” He told you. You took a hard swallow, shifting in your chair, and had to put effort into speaking your next words.

“Fine. But we need a couple rules. One, no guns. I don’t think you’d actually shoot me, but stun guns aren’t fair either.” He cocked his head to the side as if that was obvious. “Two, I want the full experience, I would like to know if I would survive if I was actually being hunted. And three, we need to keep a com in the pram so we know if the Child wakes. If he wakes, the whole thing is off.” You finished.

“Fine. What do you want if you manage to win?” His tone made it clear that he didn’t think that would happen.

“I want to pilot the Crest one time.” You told him.

“No.” Came the short answer you expected.

“What’s the matter, Mando? Afraid you’ll lose?” You taunted, knowing he couldn’t resist the challenge.

“Fine. But don’t be shocked when I have you back on this ship in less than an hour. You have 20 minutes before I start hunting. Better hurry.” His voice was so rough, so gravelly, that you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together at the sound. You lept from your chair, leaving the Child for Mando and brushed past him. Your chest brushed over his arm on your way out and he reached over, wrapping his fingers around your elbow.

“Be careful. There are lots of creatures who would like to get their hands on you. Take something for protection and signal the coms if you get into trouble. I’ll find you.” You nodded, swallowing thickly at the close proximity and his dark promise. “And if at any point it gets to be too much for you to handle, say aaray. It means pain in Mando’a. I’ll know to stop.” You nodded again, and he released you so you could dash to your quarters.

You dressed quickly, pulling out a black robe with thigh high slits and a black hood, with a low plunging neckline. You knew Mando had never seen you in it, so you were hoping it would confuse him enough to let you win. You strapped on two thigh holsters, one with a knife and the other with a stun gun and pulled your hair back out of your face. You grabbed thick, heavy, black boots and you were out the door of the Crest in under 5 minutes. You sped down the nearest pathway leading towards the town, stopping only when the Crest was out of view to put on your boots.

You pulled up the hood of your robe and hurried quickly through town before realizing you needed to stop and put together a plan. You thought that Mando would be expecting you to hide, laying low and avoiding large crowds so you didn’t make a scene. So you decided to do the opposite and made your way to a bar that was loud and rowdy.

You were shocked when you walked in, knowing that Mando would never expect to find you in a place like this. It was a topless bar, with servers and bartenders not wearing any tops and dancers completely in the nude, spinning expertly on poles. There were men everywhere and you were worried that they might also take you for a dancer and proposition you as such. You didn’t see anything wrong with it, but you held eyes for only one man and that man was currently hunting you. But thankfully for you, there were so many women in the place that no one noticed one more.

You quickly got a drink at the bar, tossing a few credits down for the drink and a few more as a tip to the pretty girl who passed it to you. There was a small booth next to a side entrance, perfect for one person to sit alone and observe. You sat, simultaneously watching the door for a glint of silver and watching the dancers routines. They were truly experts of their craft and you marveled the strength of their bodies.

Also women are pretty.

Your drink was almost finished and you knew your head start time had run out, so you patiently waited to see a flash of the beskar armor at the front entrance. It took Mando longer to appear than you’d expected and as time on the clock ticked by, you got more and more hopeful for a win.

You knew Mando would find you regardless, it was just a matter of getting you back to the ship before the time limit and you were willing to wait that out. After what felt like ages, Mando entered the club, and you knew the second he did. The air left the room and a pathway parted as he made his way in. You smiled, knowing this was only the beginning, and waited until he noticed you.

You smirked at him, watching his body freeze as he tried to decipher your next move, and you were off like a shot into the night. You darted down pathways, taking turns at random until you thought you might have lost him. You crouched down next to a barrel, struggling to catch your breath when you heard footsteps. Taking off in the direction opposite them, you sprinted along the cobblestones until you hit a problem. A dead end. You wedged yourself into the corner, back turned to the ally, hoping your black cloak would blend you into the darkness.

Only when you felt a hard beskar chest plate against your back did you realize what a terrible idea it had been.

“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.” His voice crackled in your ear and something hard pressed up against your backside. You thought it was his codpiece, until you remembered that he didn’t wear one. The realization as to what was pressing against you had you gasping and it took almost too many seconds for you to realize he had the binders in one hand and your right wrist in the other.

But unfortunately for him, he didn’t know all your secrets. Your father had been a clone trooper deserter during the Clone Wars, and had stressed upon you the importance of self-defense. He taught you extensive hand to hand combat and the appropriate way to use a blaster, knife, and spear. So you wiggled your shoulders, trying to find the best angle to get out of Mando’s grasp and he stopped.

“We can stop if you want. I don’t want to hurt you.” After a brief tug in your chest that he didn’t want to hurt you, you used his momentary hesitation against him. Twisting out from under his grasp with a sharp elbow to his side between plates of armor, you freed your hands. His answering grunt made you feel successful as you slid your feet, trying to best gauge your options. His beskar would hurt if you made contact, which only left a few options open for you to attack.

He began to stalk towards you, a low growl in his throat that had you clenching. He was irritated that you managed to get free and he didn’t see it coming. Your best option was to try and land shots between his plates of armor, so that was your goal. The two of you engaged in some hand to hand before you managed to sweep the leg. He went down hard, but managed an arm around your waist, pulling you down on his hips and straining erection.

“Is that a blaster in your pocket or are you happy to see me?” You taunted, and you had no clue where this bravado was coming from. He rolled your bodies, smashing your smaller frame beneath his larger one. You breathed heavily, gathering all your strength and landing a shot on the inside of the elbow supporting his weight and knocking him off balance. You rolled your bodies again, grunting with the effort. Scrambling to get off him before he recovered, you had one foot on the pavement and the other in the air when he managed to get ahold of you. You fell in a huff, hands taking the brunt of your fall as the Mandalorian crawled his way up your body, dragging his hard, heavy, cock along your body as he did.

“You won’t manage that twice.” He said, and you were pleased to hear him breathing heavy with the effort.

“Do you get hard catching all your bounties, Mandalorian?” You taunted as he stretched your hands above your head. He attached binders to one wrist and you wriggled underneath him, feeling the weight of him rest against you.

“Keep quiet.” He warned, but you were enjoying yourself. You were definitely soaked with arousal and his was plain as day.

“Do you fuck any of your bounties, Mando? Claim them with your cock before you turn them over? Or am I special?” You asked, voice filled with arousal at the idea of him fucking you after tracking and catching you. He’d gotten the other binder on while you were speaking and his fingers lingered over your wrists.

“That mouth will get you into trouble one day.” He said, fingers trailing down your cheek and rubbing over your lower lip.

“Good. That was my goal.” You told him and he hauled you up by the arm. “What’re you gonna do with me now, bounty hunter? Fuck me against a wall?” You asked, not quite ready to give up the ruse. Your words annoyed him, you could sense the tension rolling off of his shoulders as he pulled something from his belt and slapped it on the wall above your head. You didn’t know what it was until he hit a button on the binders and they magnetized themselves to the small square. The force with which you hit the wall knocked all the breath out of you and the Mandolorian took advantage of your silence.

“Not so chatty now, are you?” He said, his hard body pressing up against yours as his fingers gripped your chin. “I’ll bet this is what you wanted, isn’t it? Dirty girl.” He said and you blushed because he was right. You’d hoped this would be the thing that broke the sexual tension the two of you had, and judging by the way he was rutting against your thigh, you hadn’t been wrong. His hands bunched in the fabric of your robe, pulling it to the side and brushing his fingers along your core. “No underclothes??” He asked, incredulous. Shaking your head, you answered.

“They would show.”

“Even through my gloves, I can tell how wet you are.” He said, dipping his fingers through your wetness and then pulling them out to examine them. They were soaked, your slick sticking to the leather of the gloves like a second skin. He brought those fingers to your mouth, and uttered one word.

“Suck.”

So you did.

The taste of yourself, combined with the fact that you were bound and in public had you moaning against his fingers.

“That’s a good girl.” He praised you, the leather rough against your tongue. He had three of them in your mouth, slipping slowly in and out of your mouth just like if it was your cunt.

“You like this, don’t you?” He asked you, the hand that wasn’t in your mouth palming your breast. Mouth full, you couldn’t answer, so you just nodded. You whimpered when his finger left your mouth, only to groan when they slipped the V of your robe to the sides and exposed your breasts to the cool night air.

“You like it too. Don’t try to tell me you don’t.” You snapped, inhaling sharply when he pinched a nipple in response. “I’ll bet you were hard against your armor the second I suggested you hunt me.” You told him, knowing you needed to shut your mouth but for some reason you just couldn’t.

“You talk too fucking much.” He told you, pulling his gloves off and tucking one in his utility belt. You opened your mouth to ask him what he was planning on doing with the other, when he seized the opportunity to shove it in your mouth. Startled, you let out a noise deep in your throat that ended as a moan as you tasted yourself again, a sweet and salty taste mixed with the tang of the leather.

“That’s better.” He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “So wet for me.” He whispered, dragging his fingers back through your folds. They found your nub, circling it in a way that had you bucking your hips. “I’d like to see you suck my cock, but I don’t think we have the time.” His words hit a spot deep inside your core, and you needed more. One arm hooked under your knee, lifting it and opening you up for him as he raised your robes.

“What’s this?” He asked, fingering the holsters and the self-protection items you had hidden there. You shrugged, unable to speak, and he moved his fingers north, finally sinking one into your dripping wet core. Your head slammed back into the stone wall at the feeling but you still needed more. He entered a second finger, pumping slowly. “Do you like keeping weapons on you?” He asked, visor trained where you kept the small knife. You nodded, it made you feel dangerous. His fingers set a punishing pace and you were clenching around him sooner than he anticipated.

“I don’t think so, pretty girl. You’ll come when I tell you to.” You groaned around the leather of the gloves and fought off your orgasm. He pulled his fingers from you, dropping your thigh and taking the glove out of your mouth.

“Suck.” He instructed and shoved his fingers in your mouth. Your tongue tasted your own arousal, salty and sweet at the same time. “I’ll bet you suck a good cock baby girl. One of these days I’ll bury myself down that pretty throat.” He mumbled, second hand stroking lovingly along the hollow of your throat. The pads of his fingers drug along your tongue and you moaned at the feeling. He pulled them out, gagging you with the glove again. His other hand dipped to circle your clit, causing you to buck your hips against him. You ached to touch him, to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and dig your fingernails in.

“Think you can take my cock, pretty girl?” And you nodded enthusiastically. Your body was aching to be filled and were thrilled when he hooked your leg again and opened you up to him. He tossed your robes over your hip, leaving you bare and exposed, as he rubbed himself along your folds. Your hips bucked at the feeling and he pulled your other leg up to wrap around his middle, effectively trapping his length between your bodies.

“Fuck I can’t wait to see what you feel like.” He said, hand situating himself so he was right at your entrance. He started the push in, the burn of the stretch making you moan. He pulled the glove out with a compromise.

“If you talk too much, I’ll gag you again. But I want to hear you moan.” Your breath came out in whimpers as he stretched you until he bottomed out, resting his helmet against your forehead. “Ready?”

“Fuck. Mando. Yes.” Was your answer. He started a brutal pace that pushed you up the wall as he entered and slid you down the wall as he pulled out. His fingers pinched your nipples, hands kneading your breasts and you cried out.

“Quiet, girl. Don’t want us to get caught, do you?” He asked but you were too buried in pleasure to answer. “Unless you want that. Want everyone to see how good you take my cock?” He grunted in your ear and all you could do was whimper in response. His fingers circled your clit harshly, making you clench around him.

“Mando. Mando. Mando. Please let me cum Mando please.” You begged, chest heaving from fighting off your impending orgasm.

“Din. Call me Din.” He whispered and your chest seized at the fact that he told you his name. “You’re going to say that name when you cum, pretty girl.”

“Yes Din.” You breathed.

“Now cum.” He instructed and you did, hard. You panted his name, mouth open as he continued to pound into you.

“I’m gonna cum in this sweet pussy.” He told you, thrusts getting sloppy as he reached his end.

“Please cum in me Din. I want to feel you fill me up.” You begged for his cum like a common slut but seconds later he was burying himself in you as thick ropes of cum coated your walls. His helmet rested on the wall by your arms as you both came down from your high, chests heaving.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” You shook your head as he gently lowered you to the ground and de-magnetized your binders. You reached out for him to take them off but he didn’t, instead hoisting you over his shoulder and adjusting your robes so your pussy wasn’t hanging out.

“What the fuck?” You exclaimed as his hand gripped your inner thighs, stained with your combined arousal.

“This is how I take in all my bounties. You’re no different.” He told you and you could feel the chuckle in his voice. You huffed a noise of indignation and smacked his back as best you could with your bound hands. You could feel his cum leaking out of you as he walked and were almost thankful that he was carrying you.

“So what do you want? Since you won?”

“I think you know the answer to that.” He responded and your cheeks flushed with the knowledge that fucking you was his prize. You were quiet the rest of the walk through town, only speaking again when he slid you over his shoulder when you reached the ship.

“How did you find me?” He fixed you with a look that made you feel like the answer should be obvious, but it wasn’t. At your curious glance, he responded.

“I told you. I know how you’d play it.”

“And how did I play it?”

“Well, I assumed your first instinct would be to find somewhere quiet to hide, but you were planning on fighting that instinct because you wanted me to be off balance. I knew you’d find the loudest and most obnoxious place to hide and I wasn’t wrong. The disguise was good, the fighting was better. I didn’t expect you to know how to fight. If it had been someone besides me, you’d have gotten away.” You preened at his praise as he unlocked the binders, and you moved immediately to check on the child. He was fine, obviously, snoring in his pod like nothing had happened. You sighed, heading towards your quarters to freshen up and change but a strong arm on your forearm stopped you.

“Keep that robe on. I’m not done with you yet.”

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[dinandgone]

The Attack.

Part Four of the ‘Blood and Beskar’ series.

The Mandalorian x Fem!Reader (Eventually) 

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: Season 1 Spoilers- mostly follows canon, with a few little extra bits sprinkled in, Swearing, Violence (She’s an angsty one), injury/ trauma- blood, unrequited feelings(or are they?), Cara Dune (idk if she should be a warning but in this fic I like to think of her as more of an OC)

A/N~ Oof the reader goes through the works in this chapter. I am so grateful for every like, comment, follow or reblog. I know it’s not much but I started doing this because I was bored and didn’t expect anyone to read it let alone like it. So thank you, I hope you enjoy this chapter xxx Feedback is always welcome :)

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“Bad News. Can’t live here anymore,” Mando addresses the village people 

You turned to look at the Mandalorian. Could he have been any blunter?  When he doesn’t move to soften the blow of the statement the villagers burst out in cries of frustration and confusion. What’s and whys being thrown left right and centre.

“Nice bedside manner,” Cara comments, staring at Mando’s head. 

“Think you can do better?” Mando sasses, gesturing for Cara to take the lead. 

“Can’t do much worse,” she replies, sarcasm lacing her tone.

Smiling, and standing upright Cara walks forward to address the crowd of villagers, whilst, Mando leans against the wall in a huff like a child. Social skills weren’t really his strong suit, but in his own stubborn way, he had tried. You chuckled to yourself, this earned what you could have presumed was a glare from the Beskar helmet to your right, you didn’t respond, just turned back to focus your attention on Cara who was trying to keep the peace. 

“I know this isn’t what you wanted to hear, but there are no other options,” Cara argues 

“But you took the job,” Stoke shouts, rousing the crowd once again. 

“That was before we knew about the AT-ST,” You shot back quickly, gathering the villager’s attention to you. 

“What’s that?” Stoke asked 

“The armoured walker with two enormous guns, that you knew about and didn’t tell us,” Cara replies sternly. 

“Please, Help us!” The crowd erupts once more 

“We hired you!” 

“We have nowhere to go,” Omera states, bringing her daughter closer to her chest. Her statement yet again aimed at the Mandalorian lounging against the wall behind you. You watch as she continues to stare in his direction, the feeling that you had felt yesterday when she had shown you to your hut and completely ignored you bubbled in your chest. Were you jealous? No, she was just asking for help. You had no right for these feelings anyway, he wasn’t yours. You sighed and re-entered the conversation. 

“Sure you do. This is a big planet, I’ve seen a lot smaller ” Cara reasons

“My grandparents seeded these ponds!” Caben argues and the crowd continues to shout. 

You understood their frustrations, their home was being taken from them and you knew what that felt like. But you struggled to find a probable solution. 

“I understand, I really do, but there’s only three of us,” Cara says. You smile at your inclusion, even though the circumstances were poor it was nice to be treated like something more than a babysitter. 

“There’s at least 20 here!” Stoke counters gesturing to the rest of the adults in the group. 

“We need fighters, let’s be realistic,” Cara exclaims 

“We can learn!” Another voice shouts, followed by pleas.

“I’ve seen that thing take out entire companies of soldiers in a matter of minutes!” Cara yells, you could tell her resolve was wearing thin. 

“We’re not leaving,” Omera states, eyes trained on Mando behind you. 

“You cannot fight that thing.” You repeat sternly stepping forward, eyes on her.

“Unless we teach them,” Mando voices from behind you. You turn to look at him in disbelief, joined by Cara glaring at him angrily. She lets out an exasperated sigh and turns back to the crowd. 

“We can discuss a plan in the morning,”

You don’t listen to the rest of the conversation, as you notice how Omera’s focus is on Mando, and how he’s staring in return. You roll your eyes, turning your attention to the child who’s playing in the dirt beside the hut. Picking him up you begin to follow the others who have started walking to the barn to discuss the plan further. 

You sat on the floor with the kid in your lap, stroking his ears and letting him play with your shirt in hopes of getting him to fall asleep. His movements were slow, you could tell he was tired, but his babbling still continued at a normal rate. You were barely listening to the conversation, too focused on the kid snuggling in your lap when you heard your name mentioned. 

“Will, Y/N help us fight?” Omera asks turning her attention to you. 

Before either you or Cara could reply Mando steps in. 

“No,” He replies gruffly

“Wait! Why not? I am more than capable,” you argued, your eyes shooting daggers at the dark visor of his helmet. 

“I said no,” Mando counters roughly, holding your stare. 

You open your mouth to reply, but your answer dies in your throat. Don’t say anything you will regret you thought to yourself. So you continued the staring competition you and the Mandalorian had started, refusing to back down. 

“Please,” Omera sighs, placing her hand on Mando’s arm, looking up at him “We’re going to need all the help we can get,” 

Mando glanced down at the hand on his arm and then back to Omera’s eyes, then back to yours. “You will stay, and take care of the children,” 

Right. You huffed to yourself. Of course, you were the babysitter. Why would you be asked to be anything more? About to argue back, you looked at the kid, asleep in your arms, you’d promised yourself you would protect him no matter what, and you were going to do it. You glanced back to notice Omera’s hand was still on Mando’s arm, you didn’t like it. Not one bit. You stood and made your way to the barn door without looking back. 

“Putting the kid to bed,” You grumbled, leaving the others. 

Cara chuckles as you leave the barn. She’d been observing your actions, and how much your demeanour changed when the Mandalorian was around She’d noticed the way you tensed whenever Omera got close to him, and how that would set you up to be in a foul mood, which would usually end in you bickering with the Mandalorian. But she also noticed the way the Mandalorian would steal glances of you from time to time, like now as you walked away to your hut, he’d brushed Omera’s hand of his arm and the dark visor of his helmet trained to the door you had left not moments ago. She smirked, this was going to be fun to observe. 

You walk back to your hut, the sleeping kid in your arms. Once you’d looked at him, all the anger and frustration you felt melted into the background. You had to protect him no matter what. Even though it was your job, it was something you felt you had to do, you’d break every rule and give your life to protect this kid. That much you were sure of. 

You place the sleeping child in the cot and rock it gently making sure he stays asleep. Once you’re satisfied he was sound asleep you take off your thigh holster, and remove your blaster, placing the knife and the blaster on the pillow, you sit pulling off your shoes. 

Your peace is squashed moments later by the familiar metallic sound outside the hut. The sour feeling you harboured from before returns, making your blood boil. You hear a soft goodnight from what you would assume was Omera, and you let out a scoff just as the Mandalorian enters the hut. He turns to you and you can tell that he’s analysing you the moment your eyes meet the dark visor. 

“Goodnight,” You say bluntly only adding to the tension surrounding the both of you, you turned over in your cot to face the wall.  

The Mandalorian is confused. He doesn’t understand why you were suddenly so off with him, he didn’t want you in front taking out the walker because he needed you to care for the child if something happened. He realised that he just wanted you to be safe. He sighs looking at your frame once more, then lies back into the cot, slowly falling into sleep. 

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In the morning Cara and Mando explain to the villagers the plan. The two of them would draw out the raiders, whilst the rest of the village would defend the farms, and you would care for the children. 

The village went straight to work preparing for the fight, half of the village worked on building barricades for the edge of the village whilst the other half worked on expanding the krill ponds, in order to get the AT-ST to fall into. 

Each day you helped on both projects dividing your time, between chopping logs and digging trenches. At the end of each day Mando and Cara would train the villagers in close combat with sharpened branches. By the end of the week, the village was prepared. 

The morning after, Mando and Cara stood in front of the group of farmers. You sat with the child on your knee, waiting for the chaos that was about to unravel. 

“Okay, who knows how to shoot?” Mando asks the crowd. 

Unsurprisingly, nobody in the crowd raised their hands, as the continued to look at each other nervously. That was until Omera raised her hand. Mando nodded his head and moved to the crates full of weapons, passing out blasters and a modified pulse rifle to Omera. Of course, she knew how to shoot, and of course, she’d get a more complicated weapon, you rolled your eyes. Shaking your head in the realisation of your petty thoughts.

The rest of the villagers aimed their blasters at the frying pans ahead and the blaster shots hit pretty much everywhere but the targets. You notice Omera hit the frying pan dead in the centre, causing Mando to look down at her, clearly appreciating her skills. Yet again you found jealousy bubbling away in your chest. Maker, this is pathetic you thought to yourself. You clenched your jaw and tore your gaze away from them. Jealousy wasn’t going to protect the kid, you needed to get over yourself and focus on your own plan. You turned away and walked towards your hut keeping the child at your side, placing him in his crib when you entered the hut. 

“If it wasn’t for you kid, I’d be long gone,” you confessed, stroking his soft ears gently as you sat back against the cot looking out of the door. 

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As the sun began to set, you knew it was time for the plan to be put into action. Mando and Cara would go and provoke the bandits bringing both them and the AT-ST to the village.

Cara had come to check on you, and make sure you knew the plan and what you had to do. You both walked to the middle of the village where the people were busy getting ready for the fight to come. You and Cara walked towards Mando, close enough to hear Omera talking to him. 

“We’ll be ready for them,” you heard her say as you got closer.

And after that, they just stood there looking at each other. You took a deep shallow breath and looked away at the children playing to your left. Your breath caught Cara’s attention and she stopped walking to look at you. She saw a flash of hurt in your expression before it changed to a blank expression. She looked back to Mando, who was beginning to walk over to where you both stood. 

“I’m going to round up the children,” you mumbled before Mando could reach where you stood. 

As he watches you walk away, Mando looks to Cara, hopefully conveying the question he wanted to ask, she just shrugged, beginning to walk out towards the forest. He follows catching up to her when he reaches the treeline. 

“Care to explain why she couldn’t come with us?” She asks referring to you.

“She needs to look after the kid,” Mando states plainly, walking through the bushes 

“So, it’s got nothing to do with the fact that she’s the furthest away from the danger, when you know she can look after herself,” Cara inquires 

Mando huffs in response. He was just making sure that the kid was safe, and he knew you would keep the kid safe. He trusted you, that’s all.

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After gathering all the children in one of the huts furthest away from the trenches, you wait, your heart in your throat. The children are huddled together, their faces show expressions of fear and your heart breaks. You know the feeling, it reminded you of the day the empire attacked your planet, and your family were killed, you weren’t much older than the eldest children there. 

Your thoughts are interrupted, by the distant sounds of shouting and the deep thud of what you guessed was the AT-ST. The children become restless, some starting to cry at the noise of blasters and shouts. You move forward to soothe them. 

“It’s going to be okay, I promise nothing is going to happen to you, I won’t let it, but I need you to keep quiet okay,” You say in a hushed tone bringing your finger to your lips to indicate the need to be quiet. 

The low thud of the AT-ST stops but you don’t hear the explosion that was expected, the blaster fire continued piercing through the air. The sounds of foreign shouts were getting louder, nobody was supposed to get this close, they weren’t supposed to get past the barricades. You knew what you had to do. You turn to the children, placing the kid in one of the eldest’s lap. 

“You look after him okay, I need you all to be super quiet for me, I promise I’ll come back,” You assure them, swiftly leaving the hut and guarding the door. 

The outside air was foggy, the red shots of blaster fire blistering through the air in both directions. You notice the AT-ST still had to fall into the trench, it was so close just one more step. 

Your focus is then brought to the shouts of raiders close to the hut. You pull out your blaster and knife preparing for the fight. The first raider that comes into sight you take out with a single shot, along with another to your left. The next raider charges at you, and you swiftly move out of the way slashing your knife at its head, you kick out catching the back of the raiders thigh, causing it to fall to one knee, you raise your blaster and shoot. Two more raiders appear from the fog charging at you, one lunges at you as the other moves forward, you manage to block one advance but not before the other slices your thigh. You cry out in pain, throwing your knife into your opponent’s chest, bringing your knee to the others face, landing a punch to its side. But it senses your weakness, and runs at you straight on, tackling you to the floor, losing your grip on your blaster you fall, the raider placing his hands around your neck choking you. You find it hard to focus, your vision becoming blurry, as the raider strangles you. But in the back of your mind, you remember your promise, to look after the kid no matter what. You regain your focus, your hand searching on the ground for your blaster, grabbing its handle and pulling it to the raider on top of you, pulling the trigger. His grip loosens, and you gasp for your breath, just as a large explosion erupts on the edge of the village. The walker had fallen. The village had won, the sound of cheering erupted through the air. You push the raider’s body off you and crawl your way back into the hut, collapsing against its wall trying to gain your breath back. 

“It’s gonna be okay,” You reassured the children, closing your eyes, focussing on your breathing. 

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Mando’s immediate thoughts were you and the kid, he rushed to the hut where the children were. He noticed the bodies of five raiders outside the hut. Shit. They weren’t supposed to get this far. He walks over to the entrance of the hut noticing the trail of blood, he rushes through the door. The children are still huddled together, the child in one of the older one’s lap. Mando looks over to you, you’re propped against the wall, eyes closed, your breathing was rapid but shallow. His eyeline drops to the large gash in your thigh, blood pooling beneath your leg, his heart drops. You look up, your eyes meeting his through his visor. 

“Oh hey Mando,” You chuckled, causing you to wheeze, then wince in pain. 

He moves forward towards you, lifting you up bridal style carrying you towards your shared hut. Shouting to Cara that he needed a med pack, he places you on your cot, he uses his blade to cut the material surrounding your thigh, so he could assess the cut, it was deep, blood still trickling out onto your exposed thigh. 

“Mando, you could at least buy me a drink first,” You chuckle gesturing to the torn fabric. You smiled deliriously from the blood loss. 

“Maybe another time,”he laughs softly, as Cara arrives at the hut with some bacta patches and a syringe. He injects the bacta into your thigh, you hiss in pain but then calm as the cool solution runs through you bloodstream providing quick pain relief. 

You manage to sit yourself up as Manda bandages your thigh, too high on the pain relief to acknowledge how close his hands were to your bare skin. 

“Thanks,” You wheeze, coughing again. This draws Mando’s attention to your face, and then your neck where dark bruises were forming in the shape of fingers. 

He points to your neck, ”What happened? Who did this?” he asks, his heart pounding out of his chest. They weren’t supposed to go anywhere near you, and now you could’ve died. 

“It’s fine the other guy came out worse,” you chuckle, lying back down into the bed, your eyes feeling heavy. 

The last thing Mando hears from you is the small whisper of  “Did what I had to, to keep the kid safe.” you close your eyes, your breaths evening. 

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You wake the sound of children playing outside the hut, your mouth was dry and your head a little fuzzy, as you try and piece together how you’d ended up in your hut. You groaned as you sat upright, a plate of food had been placed at the side of your bed. You smiled and picked it up, eating the contents quickly, as if you hadn’t eaten in weeks. You look to your thigh and see it perfectly bandaged, only the dull ache from the wound. Wow, bacta really does do wonders you thought to yourself. As you turn to assess your surroundings you notice a pile of folded clothes at the end of the bed, it was another one of Mando’s shirts and a pair of trousers. You smiled, taking a deep breath of the shirt as you placed it over your head, it smelt like him, it made you feel safe. You shimmied on the pants and pulled on your shoes and made your way to find the Mandalorian, to thank him. 

The kid was sat surrounded by the village children, playing games and laughing. You smiled at the sight, he was safe. You see Mando talking to Omera, so you sit with the kid and wait for the right time, to thank him. You turn and start playing with the kid. Mando and Omera walk closer to where the children are playing, close enough so you can hear their conversation. 

“He’s happy here,” Omera observes

“I’m leaving the kid here, the life I lead isn’t safe for him,” Mando responds 

Your heart drops Was he leaving you here too? Or was he going to hand you in? Why had you expected any different? He’d found a place for the kid, and here there was no use for you, your job had been fulfilled. You’d go back to being alone, or half-dead in a cell in the middle of nowhere. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, as you turn to stand, you look at Mando just as he turns to see you walk away from the village into the forest. 

You find a quiet clearing near the edge of the woods and sit against the nearest tree. Tears were spilling down your face, and your mind moved as a sickening pace. You close your eyes, attempting to maintain a steady breathing pattern. 

The sound of a twig snapping to the side of you causes you to open your eyes, looking that direction of the sound. Before you can stand a heavy fist meets the side of your face, you jerk to the side trying to keep your balance. You look over to see one of the bounty hunters from Nevarro, the beeping of a tracking fob resonating in your ears- he was here for the kid. 

You raise your hands and call out to him, “Hey, look just take me I’ve got a bounty on me too, its a pretty big one, just leave the kid and the Mandalorian and take me okay,” 

The bounty hunter doesn’t move just stares at you, hand moving to his holster. Okay, so we’ll do this the hard way you thought. Before, the bounty hunter can draw his blaster you move, ducking and extending your leg out kicking the bounty hunter from his feet. You run deeper into the forest, in the opposite direction to the village, if you give him a hard time maybe he’ll leave the kid and just take you. One payment is better than no payment right?

Before you can get any further the bounty hunter tackles you to the ground, you fall hard, the pressure excruciating on the wound on your leg. You cry out, thrashing against the bounty hunter as he cuffs you behind your back, hauling you up to your knees. You try to jerk backwards, in an attempt to knock the hunter off his feet but you’re not strong enough. The butt of the hunter’s rifle connects with your head, and he drags you to the edge of the forest, setting up his rifle. 

“Please just take me, don’t hurt the kid, just take me, you can kill me and still get my bounty,” You plea, your eyes blurring from tears and what you were certain was a concussion. 

The bounty hunter ignores your pleas and adjusts his scope and places a finger on the trigger, aiming at the child. You try to call out to warn them but your voice is broken and only a wheeze escapes. You look over to see the Mandalorian, with his helmet between Omera’s hands, slowly beginning to raise it off his head. You’re overwhelmed with sadness and regret, you’d failed at protecting the child and you’d failed at expressing your feelings. You close your eyes, expelling more tears down your face. 

A single blaster shot rings through the air, and you hear the body drop beside you. 

You look over to see the bounty hunter’s body a smoking pile on the ground. Cara stands above it with a hardened stare, which softens when it moves to you. She helps you up and just as she helps you out of the cuffs Mando appears from the treeline in front of you blaster raised. He looks at you, then Cara and then to the body on the floor. He kicks the body over to reveal the tracking fob, picking it up, he turns to face the village and the tracking fob blinks rapidly. 

“They know you’re here,” Cara states, glancing at you 

“Yes,”

“Then they’ll keep coming,” 

“Yes,” Mando replies, placing the tracking fob on the ground and crushing it beneath your boot. 

He turns to you. “Why did you run off?” He states roughly.

Your eyes widen. He didn’t ask if you were okay, he just cut straight to the direct questions. Anger bubbles in your chest. 

“I overheard you talking to Omera, Mando, about leaving the kid here, and considering I’m such a big inconvenience to you I thought you’d be taking me back to collect your bounty or dropping me off on the nearest planet!” You yelled the tears starting to well in your eyes again.

He doesn’t respond. Unable to deal with his disappointment you walk back to the village, wiping away the tears on your face, and hissing when your thumb grazes against your split lip. 

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The Mandalorian stands there silent staring at the empty space where you were just stood looking up to see you walking back to the village. He turns back to Cara, hoping she’ll answer some of his questions. 

“She could’ve been killed why did she run away, reckless actions get people killed,” Mando gruffly complains. 

“You really are as stupid as you look,” Cara scoffs, crossing her arms across her chest. 

“What are you talking about?” Mando asks 

“First of all, she could’ve died yesterday, she killed five raiders in order to save the kid, and just now she practically screamed at that hunter to take her instead of you and the kid, she was willing to die so that you could get away!” Cara yells pointing her finger into the Mandalorian’s chest, then walking away to the village

Instantly, regret fills his chest making it hard to breathe. You’d fought to keep him and the child safe and he hadn’t even asked if you were okay, only bombarded you with questions. How could he be so insensitive? You’d been hurt twice now and it was his fault. 

He had to make this right. 

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Rating: 18+ (minors take a hike)

Warnings: lots of bad space language, talk of Bo-Katan and Death Watch, mentions of lost family, mentions of Luke Skywalker

Word count: ~1.2K

Pairing: (eventually!!!) Din Djarin x Fem!reader

Summary: A Mandalorian is searching for Justice, and hoping to convince Mando to help.

A/N: Hey babes! This is number five of the #mandomay2021 prompt list. Can't believe we're five in! Enjoy 💕

Masterlist | Jate'kara | Aay'han

Mando stood with his hands on hips and stared you down. You felt his eyes burning through the darkened T visor, and you felt incredibly small next to him. He had scoffed when you told him your plan, and even now you felt the pangs of guilt over having left that covert.

You should have stayed on Jelucan. You’re wasting time here, and for what? To be laughed at by someone who goes by Mando?

“If you can’t help, just say that, Mando.” You dared him, and mirrored his stance. He changed his tilt, and you could just imagine his visor getting narrower to match his incredulous expression. You were guessing about that, but you heard clearly his jaw click. Good, maybe annoyance gets him moving.

“I’m qualified. I’m just not interested.” He told you plainly. No mincing words with this one.

“Fair enough. Can you at least have your guild hound give me any Imp pucks he has?” He shook his head, and you could almost hear a chuckle under his helmet.

“No, Karga isn’t giving you anything either. This suicide mission is all on you.” You huffed, and swallowed your argument. You had nothing to give but credits, and with Imps on your trail, what good would they be.

“Yeah, I had to ask. I know it’s just me against the Empire.” You swallowed hard, and made to head towards the steps. He gripped your arm as you moved past him, though. You tilted toward him.

“The Empire is gone.” His voice sounded hollow.

“That’s a lie.” You told him, voice low.

“Report them to the New Republic, in the Core.” His voice was almost too soft to register, but you made the words out. Though, you wondered if you had misheard him. Surely, he wasn’t that naïve. Surely, he knew that the New Republic wouldn’t help you, even if they could.

“You can’t be serious. The New Republic is a joke.” You dismissed him, not caring if you were out of pocket. You felt his grip tighten at your words, and the fingers on your free hand inched to the blaster by your side.

All at once, though, he let go. He cleared his throat when you stepped back.

“I’ll help.” His voice was different, when he spoke. It was wrecked. You turned on him, and wondered what caused his flop. Running the conversation back, you wouldn’t say that anything had changed, but for him, for Mando, it seemed everything had.

“Why?” You couldn’t help but ask. A million other questions danced on your lips, but they could wait. For now, this would be enough.

“I...the Empire hurt my cyare’se. It’s...complicated.” You stayed trained on him, this time you were tilting your helmet in apprehension. “My ad was hunted by the Empire, and they might go after him again. It’s best they’re taken care of.” You nodded. His explanation left you wanting more answers, but for now, you had his help. However, he would provide it.

“Good. I’ll defer to you, bounty hunter.” He nodded tightly, and turned on his heel. You followed, watching the slight flutter of his cape as he walked. It had been sometime since you had a direction, since you had a meaningful path, and you sensed that Mando would be able to set your course straight.

Mando led you back to Dune’s office, and you were pleased to find that Karga had slouched off. Though Cara and Mando seemed comfortable enough with him, there was something you didn’t trust about him. You wondered if it was because of his ties to the guild, or if it was because he seemed very motivated by credits.

“Ah, you two met. Still not sure about the helmet etiquette, can you take yours off?” You rolled your neck to meet Cara’s gaze, and noted her smirk. She was testing you.

“I take it off all the time, just not around people.” You told her, the lie falling easily. Mando’s reluctance to be free of his, and the way he had acted in the covert, told you he was one of the Watch. It would be easier to lie and fit in with his culture, than to risk him revoking his help.

“Sure, sure. What’d you tin heads decide on?”

“We’re heading out. Send word to Skywalker. We need more information, and I bet he has it.” Mando told her, and you tried to make out who Skywalker was.

“And Crazy?” Cara asked, smirking.

“Bo-Katan should not be informed. In fact, if anyone asks, we’ve gone to Tatooine.” Cara chuckled, and you wondered where Tatooine was, and why that would be funny. You could hide your confusion easily for now, under the helmet, but you wouldn’t be able to fake it for long.

“My ship needs gas, but is ready to fly, otherwise.” You told Mando, hoping he’d agree.

“No, we’ll take mine. Yours will be collateral, if I don’t come back.” He added the last bit in a deadpan. It was almost a joke.

“Fine. Are you good to go, then?” He nodded, and without another word he turned and left. You gave an awkward wave to Cara and followed.

“Who’s Skywalker?” You asked Mando’s back.

“Jedi.” You nodded, although you were trailing him and he couldn’t see you.

“Why will he have the information we need?”

“He’s Resistance. Well, his sister is. It’s a long story.” He paused for a moment, and continued walking, shaking his head.

“Doesn’t sound that complicated.” You mumbled, keeping pace.

“Do you always ask so many questions?”

“Are you always so brooding and mysterious?” You spat, and wished you had bit your tongue. Less than an hour. That’s how long you’d known him, and already he wanted to launch you into space. You heard him sigh, but he was silent the rest of the walk.

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His ship was old. Pre-Republic, at least. You stifled a groan at the sight. Your ship was much newer, and by comparison, much nicer. You climbed, hauling the weapons cache from your own ship, and Mando followed with the rest of the provisions you had. He had raised an eyebrow at the paint splatters in your hold, but had remained silent. You were thankful for that at least.

“Why’d you lie?” You snapped up to see him not putting anything away, just staring at you.

“About what?” You asked, your ears starting to burn with embarrassment. Thank the stars for the helmet.

“About your helmet. I saw you with it off in the covert. You told Cara you didn’t take it off.” You closed your eyes, and tried to piece it out. Maybe you could stretch the lie.

“I wasn’t expecting you.” You told him, your voice hollow. It wasn’t a lie. You hadn’t expected him. Whoever he was, it had been a surprise. Of course, you had been expecting him at the covert. Even if you had forgotten the damn helmet.

“I...I know there are mandalorians who don’t hide their faces.” He told you quietly. You simply nodded.

“I defer to you, bounty hunter.” You told him again, hoping the meaning was clear. He nodded down at you and started to put away rations.

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hey! i was wondering if you could write a cara dune x fem reader. plot- you are an inexperienced bounty hunter who receives a puck for cara. the first thing you do is admire how pretty she is which makes you intimidated. you finally track her down you try and jump her when she exits the bar on sorgan but she pins you she laughs at your attempt and finds it cute. your embarrassed she se and she invites you back to her place this somehow leads into fluff and 🥵 or just make a cara x reader however

Omg 😳 I am in love with this plot. The idea in general it's just so hot. I'm definitely writing this request! 🥵

Thanks for requesting, beautiful anon. This is gonna be... Interesting. 🥵

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IVE WAITED FOR OPEN CARA REQUESTS FOR SO LONG PLS DO AN NSFW ONE OF SITTING ON HER FACE 😩😩 i want her big arms to hold me in place ughhghghgg

cara dune will be the death of me

You barely break from the kiss when Cara speaks, her words forgotten as your hand move to push her shirt off, tugging at the confines of her armour, lips and teeth clashing it’s passionately fast and rushed then she’s suddenly pulling away.

“Strip,” her hands dive to unbuckle your own gear, forgotten at the end of the last battle, her chest rises and falls, marked by your lips only minutes before.

“I am,” your shirt comes off, the brazier follows and your hands take its place, smoothing over your chest, causing a rush of heat throughout your body as Cara’s eyes darken.

“Hurry up,” she’s moving backwards, her face level with your hips and you’re pushed to your back, landing in the messed up sheets you’re smiling, biting back soft laughter as her lips brush that sensitive spot above the line of your underclothes. For a moment all you can see is white lights as the world turns and everything is slow, her lips trail over your thighs, filled with sensuality. Your hands move down from your tits to play with her hair, tug a little when she playfully bites the soft skin of your inner thigh.

You sigh, eyes falling closed as the familiar tug of white hotness curl up in you, spreading over every inch of your body, she’s fuel to your fire, her lips brush against your covered core, sending a small spark up through every nerve.

“God you’re such a tease.”

In response she’s dragging down the rest of your underclothes, they’re caught on your ankles before she’s pulled them off and tossed them away. You feel Cara’s palms slide under the backs of your thighs, lifting you upwards she’s sinking down to meet her lips with your cunt, soaked and silky and she’s desperate for a taste. Hotness seeps between your legs and every nerve within you curls tight — the wringing intensity and itches of desperation between throbs of pleasure shake you to your core. It’s not enough, your thighs squeeze tight around her ears and she replies in a pretty moan of your name.

Then everything’s stopped and she’s above you again, looking down at you with such adoration and that glint of teasing. There’s a bruising kiss, a couple surprised swears and that’s got her smirking then you notice she’s got that look.

“Oh no,” you say, sliding your hands through her hair, curling the dark locks behind her ear. “That’s your idea face.”

Cara does have an idea. Sinking into the bed beside you, mirroring your position, back to the soft sheets she’s pulling you on top of her. “Up,” and you quickly straddle her, bare skin to her half clothed form, you tease a couple grinds into her thigh, gasping at the textures and muscle beneath you. She’s biting her lip and you wanna do it for her, leaning close you’re off balance and she’s taking that chance to pull you up further.

Oh.

You blush beat red and your hearts beating fast but Cara’s unfazed, her strong arms curl around your hips, fingertips dig into the softness of your thighs, her nails bluntly indenting the skin, urging you closer. Rolling in thick waves, arousal seeps into every inch of your skin, each brush of her skin to your core is a shock, sending trembles over your body as of millions of matches striking, minuscule sparks, hot to the touch.

You’re nearly sitting on her face, spread open for her, thighs aching with strain but you’re worried she’ll not want your full weight but her arms tug you closer, settling you down right above her. “Hands,” she warns you and has made eye contact with you, the sights of your body over her, trembling with such wanton energy and slicked apprehension has got her craving you. You’re lost in a daze, not registering her words, all you can hear is your heart pounding, blood rushing through every inch of you and she’s so fucking good, her muscled arms flexed to your thighs, gripping you ever so closer to her eager lips.

Cara figures you’ll regret not listening to her and her mouth finds you cunt, burrowing close and using her strength to keep your wetness tight to her lips, she slants a damp kiss right to your core and it sends you into a delicious fall. Your hands slam into the bed frame, keeping you up, balancing over her, you look down and she’s smirking you try to speak but she’s already got her lips back on your cunt, tongue dragging up through the softness she’s got her eyes closed and jaw working. Your stomach rolls with fresh heat and it’s almost unbearable.

Your hands grip the smooth wood of the bed frame, they shake but grip the solidness until your knuckles turn white. You hadn’t realized just how much she’d wound you up, you’re wet and tight and you’re releasing a shaky exhale, a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

“Fuck, Cara —” you lose your grip for a split second, tripping over the intensity, she’s licking short stripes deep into your core, swirling in the taste. “G-gods,” your breath halts, lungs frozen in time and you’re nerves are shot, high strung from the passions of the night before, she’s relentless, devoted to her craft she’s got her lips on your clit and is keeping your hips right over her — she’s not letting you go.

Trembling obscenities leave your parted lips, head thrown back, spine curved to a perfect arch, a picture of pure bliss. Through the bleary waves of pleasure a crack of concern breaks through and you shift, lift a bit of your weight off her but it’s not the same. With a short protesting sound Cara’s tugging you right back, finding she absolutely loves the feel of you above her.

“Stay still,” her breath is hot to your core and sends shivers over your skin, ectasy and whirling bubbles of leasure pleasure sway back and forth over you, hanging in the air like smoke, thick in your lungs and delicious on your form.

She grips you a bit tighter, lifting her head up, pushing right against your cunt she’s desperate and devoted, drunk on your taste its heavy on her tounge, licking deep along the seams of your core Cara is certian she could do this for hours if you begged just the right way.

You cant help but cry out her name, move your hips over her, chasing the release, you feel your muscles tense and form jolting, your hands squeeze the bed frame and its all you can do but dig yourself a little deeper, your moans twist into gasps, and you’re trying to be quiet but theres an aching pull, the ropes wound tight and its only a matter of seconds before it snaps.

Cara kisses your sensitive part, earning a fresh moan and movement above her so sudden she nearly loses her grip. “Stay still… or I’ll stop,” her voice is lower and turned with angelic seduction, then she’s curved an arm around your thigh, fingers running down the muscle and her hand other pushes its way between your thighs, skilled fingers smoothing over your centre, gathering up honeyed slick and curling inside you. “You want that?”

Her fingers still inside you and her thumb brushes over your softness, teasing the place where her lips had just been. You’re a mess. “Gods, no –” your voices leaves you for a second, her voice sends pools of warmth right through you. “Just dont stop.”

Your hand drops from the frame to rake through her hair, your eyes close and you’re arched, a sleek feline, teasing a grind, tempting to fuck yourself on her mouth and fingers – only earning a teasing bite to your thigh and a reinvigorated, messy urge to get you to come.

She quirks an eyebrow, there’s a smile turning her lips and her hands return to your waist, digging her fingertips deep into your skin, she’s demanding a reaction, her arms flex, keeping you tight to her parted lips, her tounge smoothes over your centre, flicking wetly over your clit.

Your knees dig into the bed on either side of her head, splayed open your thighs burn with an ache, threatening to weaken as you tremble, its getting closer and she knows it, you’re tensing, grinds growing sloppy and fast and messy, she can only hold you so tight. Your hands fly to the frame, keeping balance as you drag the last moments of the build up closer. She’s moaning, skin glistening and soaked with your arousal, her lips close over your clit, swirl once around and you’re done for.

The orgasm comes from nowhere, its a sudden snap and you’re nerves are thrown into overdrive, choked on moans all that leaves you lungs are gasps of your lovers name. “Fuck Cara –” Your hand blindly finds hers and squeezes, its all lightning shocks and the turning point is lost in crippling waves, washing over you every time Cara pulls you closer, tasting your sweet release. “Oh my gods,”

Skin trembling with aftershocks, chest heaving your breasts rise and fall in tune with your breathing, painting a pretty picture of Cara to look up and observe. You slide off her, collaspe into the sheets beside her, not trusting your legs to hold you just yet. Cara not done with you, she’s stealing what little breath you have, marking your lips with the taste of yourself, sticky and sharp and sweet. The kiss is rough and demanding and her hands cup your jaw on either side.

Your hands slide through her hair and tug at the ends, earning a sinful sound, soft and pretty to your ears. Your hearts still trying to break through your ribs, burst at the seams you’re not sure you’ll cool down from this one. Eyes closed you let her kiss the softer parts of you and let her hands wander.

Her hand slips over your thigh. “Wanna go again?”

Oh gods.

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[tags + lmk if you would like to be tagged in all upcoming cara fics] @captainwonderwidow @imamessthankyoufornoticing

[mandoandgrogu]

Just a Bad Boy with Brown Eyes - Chapter Nine (Din Djarin x Reader)

Chapter Nine -Synchronicities

Just a Bad Boy with Brown Eyes Chapter Seven - Din Djarin x Reader

Major Characters: Din Djarin, Cara Dune, Fem!Reader, Grogu (As a puppy), Greef Karga, Peli Motto

Relationship: Din Djarin/ The Mandalorian x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Chapter: 9/10(?)

Chapter Summary: This is it folks! Merry Christmas, here’s some sin for Jesus’ Birthday.

Full Work Summary:  Y/N is a History and Literature double major in the  city of Nevarro   (Think NY) and your roommate Cara Dune convinces you to  go out one   night in celebration of mid-terms. You’re both very different  people,   Cara isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty and while she’s also a  History  Major, she has involvement with a local motorbike gang called  the   Rebellion who’s sole purpose is the protection of the LGBTQ++  Community  and local women in need. It’s on this night out to a local bar  you run  into a rival gang member belonging to The Mandalorians,  although you  don’t know this. He saves you from an uncomfortable  encounter and you  both slowly become fascinated with one another.

SLOW BURN

Honestly this just screams Fanfic Cliches and Y/A novel shenanigans but, isn’t that what we’re all here for?

This falls under, Modern!AU, College!AU, and even a little Coffee shop!AU with a side of Crime

Rating: Mature Audience

Warnings: Possible spoilers for the Mandalorian, violence and injury, Sexual content

YOU CAN READ CHAPTER NINE HERE ON AO3

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

[kissmemando]

Past, Present, and Future

Part 1, Mandalorian X fem!reader

no warnings

summary: Y/n and Din have been partners for sometime. They recount their moments together as they adventure with the strange child they have found.

They began to fill their bottles with water and pick the berries off the bushes. The planet they landed on was filled with untouched vegetation, it was forest like; plenty of fruits and streams with the cleanest of water. It was far out from the system, but safest for the Child. It took them days to find this place, it wasn’t charted on any map, the only reason they found it was because they stumbled upon an old archive of a traveler that once lived there.

“Hey little guy don’t eat the animals, we’ll feed you when we find a place to stay.” She said in the softest of voices, gently pulling the amphibian from the child’s month. Once she was successful, she looked over at her partner. She mumbled, “Din where exactly are we going to find a safe place to stay, we don't know what types of beast live here, maybe that’s why it wasn't charted, no one can live here.”

Din didn’t turn his head to look at her, “I’m going to that cliff right there,” He pointed somewhere but she couldn’t see, “I’ll scan the area see if there are any natives. Stay on the Crest, I should be back before the sunsets. ” She scanned his hemelt, searching to find any hint of him being nervous or unsure, but there was nothing. After about 3 years working with the bounty hunter she has never felt that he was nervous or unsure of something, not until they had their mix up with the Child.

Din helped y/n carry the fruits they had picked (which they knew were not poisonous because Din stated they weren’t) as well as the water. Their relationship was odd. No one knew how intimate their relationship was, no one ever assumed anything either, no one wanted to insult the two deadliest bounty hunters. After the incident with the Guild however, rumors spread like wildfire. Most believe they are lovers, which isn’t far from the truth. The truth is they are bounty partners, they did nearly everything together and in those three years they were hardly apart. They had an intimate relationship but also a very private one, no one knew except maybe their friend Cara, who could see through them both.

Prior to meeting the two had heard of the other, the two would both take all the bounties Greef had to offer leaving the other with nothing. Never before this point had they met, but they would both ask Greef who had taken all the bounties. Of course Greef would feed into this competition, earning him more money, but deep down he knew the pair were perfect for each other.

Y/n walked in the bar at Nevarro on day going to drop off some of the bounties she collected and take all the others Greef had to offer. The other hunters knew not to mess with her despite her petite frame and sweet eyes.They respected her like they would anyone else and would often drink with her.  She never killed her bounties however, only captured them, which was much harder.

“You’re Back!” Greef would say, “And just before the Mandalorian.”

She would often crinkle her face at this, take all the new bounties, and leave, but today some of the other bounty hunters had gotten upset she took all the bounties. So she told them “If any of you can out drink me, then you can have ALL the bounties.”

She said this fully knowing she could beat all of them by a long shot. What they didn’t know was she was a resistance fighter, friends with the one and only Cara Dune. The only person that could ever out drink her was Cara.

Just as the drinking competition was almost over, the Mandalorian walked in. He ignored all that was happening with the drinkers and walked straight to Greef.

“Sorry Mando, all the bounties are gone.”

“When did she get here?”

“Well you're in luck cause she’s right over there.” Greed pointed to the bar, where men were laying down on the ground, throwing up, as a small woman sipped her drink laughing at them

The Mandalorians head turned slowly, not wanting to make himself seem eager. He saw his rival hunter for the first time and couldn’t believe it. How could someone so small and so innocent looking be a bounty hunter? Be hard as nails? Be able to make the decision to send someone to their possible death?

“You should go talk to her.” the Mandalorian was brought back to reality, he hadn’t realized he had been staring so long. “She’s been lonely lately, I can tell. Offer her a partnership.”

“I work alone.”

“Think about it, two of the best bounty hunters working together. You guys would be a Power Couple, taking all the bounties, you wouldn’t have to worry about getting another job. Plus many of her former employers really liked her. She does what she has to do, doesn’t ask questions, She’s a model member of the Gilde. She also very attractiv-”

“Alright I get it.” The Mandalorian was considering this he looked over at her again and she was taking her bounties, about to leave.

“Y/n come here please, there is someone I’d like you to meet.” Greef looked at the Mandalorian and despite not being able to see his face, Greef could feel his eyes burning into him.

“I don’t need you to set me up,” The Mandalorian mumbled.

“You’ll thank me later.” Greef said barely above a whisper, for y/n had been approaching. “Y/N! My dear this is-”

“The Mandalorian,” she stuck out her hand “I assume the one thats been taking all my bounties.” She smiled brightly ”Nice to meet you finally, I’m Y/n.”

Under the helmet he smirked. He shook her hand and said “I believe you mean my bounties.”

“That’s debatable. Greef told me I’ve completed the most bounties.” She looked over at Greef a soft smile on her face.

“Don’t drag me into this. Also, the bar's closing.” Greef packed his stuff and began to leave.

Y/n and The mandalorian looked at each other. Neither of them said a word.

“I should-” she began but was cut off.

“Can I walk to your ship, or wherever you are staying?” Never did he think he would ever ask anyone this, he was blushing but tried to contain his nervousness.

“If it’s not a problem, that would be lovely.” She brushed a strand of hair out of her face and felt a similar nervousness to his.

The two began to walk to the cheap Inn she was staying at.

“You don’t have a ship?”

“I had one, it got destroyed on my last bounty. It was very old already, it was about time.”

“I was thinking, I know I’m a complete stranger, but how would you feel about becoming partners? Greef mentioned it to me, and I-” He was about to start rambling but stopped himself.

“Yeah that sounds like a good idea. We’d be able to do double the bounties. I don't suppose you have a ship?” Truth was, she was lonely. It had been only a year since she was working with the resistance. They won but at the cost of the lives of many of her friends. She had no one, so some company, she thought, wouldn’t hurt.

“I have a ship.”

“I only have one more night at this inn. So I could grab my things and we could be on our way, or is that too soon? I figured we could get started on these bounties already.” She lifted up the bag that carried her pucks, and smiled.

That was the night that brought them together, that brought Y/n to kissing his helmet, wishing him good luck, and making him promise to be safe.  

She sat in the Crest and waited for his return. She fed the child and laid him to rest. She then laid on their shared cot and inhaled his scent.

Out loud, for no apparent reason, she said to herself, “I don’t have a good feeling about this place.”

Author’s note:

Hi so I think I’m gonna make this a series so expect a part two around this time next week. Please feel free to ask me anything, say hi, request a prompt, I’ll write for any avengers character and Mando. But yeah, I’m Indie, feel free to say hi or something I'm bored

[the-last-airblender]

Chapter 5: The Siege (part 1)

You gaze after him until he’s out of sight again, the same strange feeling from before distracting you to the point where you only notice the footsteps when they are right behind you.

This is part of the Run series, check out the masterlist for the other chapters

Word count: 9,2k whoops

Notes: Din Djarin x fem reader. As you can probably tell by the title, this is a AU/retelling of the season 2 episode. The whole destroy-the-base-storyline is still there, but I’ve changed the story a bit so that you can have an active role in it instead of simply following Din around. It includes a scene very much inspired by this particular tiktok hehe. I had to post this in two parts since I reached the post limit lmao.

Warnings: violence, swearing, feelinggggsss owyeahh

Summary: Cara Dune and Greef Karga ask Din to help them destroy a secret Imperial base. As it turns out, you’ve just scored an invitation to the party taking place in the mansion the base is hidden beneath.

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You look up from your book when the cockpit starts to get lighter by the minute. A glance outside tells you that you have entered Nevarro's atmosphere and a wide, rocky, volcanic landscape stretches out before you as far as the eye can see. Although Duugan is mostly covered in sand, the two planets are quite similar in their apparent desolation. On Duugan people are forced to settle near the places where water can be found, making agriculture -and therefore survival- possible. You’ve often gone into the desert at dusk to sit on top of a large dune and watch the sun sink into the sea of ​​sand. The beautiful colors the sky had turned in those moments had often put you in such a state of calm and wonder that you wouldn’t return home until it was too cold to sit still any longer. Duugan is a beautiful planet and its inhabitants are warm and hospitable. Too bad your now… complicated home situation will keep you from ever returning. You didn't have many friends there, but there are certainly people apart from Samick and Avlin that you will miss. However, after all that has happened, you aren’t sure if they will trust you anymore. The stories that are undoubtedly already being spread about you don't even have to deviate very much from the truth to scare them off. Certainly not for-

'Kira!' you blurt out.

The Mandalorian startles. 'What?'

'My girlfriend', you sigh, putting your forehead in your hand in desperation. 'Well, my would-have-been-girlfriend. She probably heard of my first escape and now she's going to hear how I killed my father and several guards and fled the planet… '

Din can't stop the wave of disappointment flowing through him and forces himself to say: 'He might have survived, if they got him to a good doctor. It's not like you stabbed his heart. '

The way you slightly shrink in your chair tells him that his remark wasn't quite as uplifting as he'd hoped.

'Still', you say, 'she hates violence and I'm fleeing halfway through the galaxy. Even if I found a way to see her again, there's no way she'd even want me anymore. Ugh, I always do this!' You rub your face in frustration. 'Every time I have a good thing going with someone, my recklessness sweeps in and ruins it. Last time, my ex and I were at a bar and when a girl came onto him, my drunk ass punched her in the face.'

Din silently smiles, for more than one reason. He would pay good money to see you drunkenly punch a flirting girl.

'Also, I ... might or might not have ... thrown a knife at her. If it wasn't for the alcohol, I would've hit and probably killed her. Needless to say, he immediately broke up with me.' You cringe at the memory. 'Luckily, my dad never found out.'

A silence falls as he starts the landing. When you look out the window again, you see that you’re just outside a town that appears to have been dug out of the rocky hills. A gigantic freestanding gate gives access to a wide street that is flooded with people. Vendors advertise their wares under self-fashioned sunscreens and people walk in and out of the houses embedded in the hills. Clouds of dark dust rise up as the Crest touches down and much to your surprise, you appear to be awaited. A dark-skinned man in a long coat and a very muscular woman slowly approach the ship, while Din shuts down the engines and gets up from his seat. You hastily put your book in your bag and hesitantly stop him when he’s about to leave the cockpit.

'Look, I need you to know that I'm eternally grateful for your help', you say, looking straight at where his eyes should be. 'And I'm sorry for everything that happened to you because of me-'

‘None of the things that happened there were your fault’, he interrupts.

For a moment you are dumbfounded, not entirely sure if you agree with him. 'Still, thank you. I was so relieved when you showed up. I don't really know what I would've done if you hadn't.'

'You would've found a way', he says, sounding so sure that you look away, your cheeks reddening. 'Besides, you did the most work in that courtyard.'

‘That's not true, my brother was a great help’, you shrug shily.

For a moment, he doesn't answer. Then he remarks: 'Chavez got away.'

You manage to keep your face neutral. 'I noticed.'

'Do you think he'll come after you?'

'Nah, he's got a city to run. Besides, he wouldn't be able to find me even if I walked around with a big-ass target on my back.'

'Good.'

The pod floats after him as he climbs down the stairs and before you follow him, you quickly wipe the dust off your face and loosely re-drape your headscarf. You throw your bag over your shoulder and climb down the stairs. As you walk through the hull and past the now empty pod to the lowered platform, voices reach your ears.

'And you, come here, little one! Has Mando been taking good care of you, huh?'

You smile at the tone clearly intended for the childs and hesitate for a moment, fiddling with your dress.

'Looks like you two have been busy', you hear the Mandalorian say.

'I myself have been steeped in clerical work', says the other male voice again. 'Marshal Dune here is to be thanked for cleaning up the town.'

Your hand grabs the handle of the dagger on your belt for a moment and with a deep sigh you muster all your courage. Then you step into the sunlight and walk down the platform to where two pairs of eyes immediately turn to you. All of a sudden you are very aware that you’re still dressed in your red wedding dress and that the gold paint on your arms glistens in the sunlight. Even though you've put your jewelry in your bag, you know you're more out of place than a shellfish in the desert. Determined not to show Din’s two friends your nervousness, you stop next to the bounty hunter.

'I knew I saw a beautiful face looking down on us,' the man says jovially, still holding the child, who clearly met him before, in his arms. 'Aren't you going to introduce us to your lovely companion, Mando?'

'These are Greef Karga and Cara Dune', says Din, after which he introduces you to them.

'Nice to meet you', you smile politely.

Dune sizes you up, no doubt wondering why the hell you look so dressed up.

'Where are you from?', she asks.

'Duugan.'

'Ah. How do you know this guy?'

'He... got me out of a bad place. Literally.'

She nods slowly and seems to settle for this vague answer for now. Then she turns to Din. 'Come, I want to show you something.'

As you pass through the meter-high gate, you ask nobody in particular: 'Is there a market here somewhere? I could use a new outfit.'

Karga points to a street on your left.

'There is a bazaar over there', he replies. 'You can meet us at my office when you're done.'

'Thanks! See ya'.'

You turn into the street before you can hesitate, your dress blowing in the wind. The staring eyes of the locals don’t escape you and you suddenly can't wait to get changed. The only other piece of clothing you have with you is your blue dress, which was still in your bag and is no less notable, so you will have to get some practical clothes. When you enter the network of streets full of shops and stalls, where many others are also doing their shopping at the moment, you curiously let your gaze glide over the merchandise. In addition to clothing, the vendors offer beautifully woven carpets, household items and all kinds of food that you’ve never seen before, from prickly fruit to delicious-smelling soup and crates full of strange-shaped nuts. As the chaotic mixture of scents enter your nose, you suddenly realize how hungry you are. A little later you’re, now a large piece of vegetable pie richer, looking at a stall with bizarre fruit, when a rough voice catches your attention.

'What’s a girl dressed like you doing on a planet like this?'

Annoyed, you look back at the messy-dressed boy who is looking at you with a grin that promises nothing good. Wisely, you decide not to dignify his question with an answer and turn back to the fruit, munching on the cake.

'Hey, I asked you something!'

Ignoring the boy, you point to a bright yellow egg-shaped fruit and ask the seller what it is. Just as he starts to answer, a strong hand grabs your pie-arm.

'Don't ignore me, you bitch!', the boy snarls.

Within a second, the point of your dagger is against his throat. His face turns white as a sheet and when the grip on your arm loosens, you calmly take another bite of your cake. He raises his hands defensively and walks back slowly, but you don't lower the dagger just yet.

'No need to get all aggressive', he grumbles, suddenly not so brave anymore.

You snort at his hypocrisy and look at him with your signature penetrating look.

'Don't you dare lay a hand on me', you growl. 'If you get near me again, I will literally stab you in the fucki- oh, dresses!'

Suddenly, you’ve forgotten all about the creep and you walk right past him to the stall on the other side of the street, while he looks at you in confusion and then quickly runs off. With your dagger still in your hand, you admire the simple but practical-looking clothing on display. The green-skinned salesman is watching you nervously, happy with the interest but a little afraid of your weapon. Just as your gaze falls on a long, dark green skirt, a warm smile reaches your ear. To your right stands a blond-haired young man wearing a light blouse and dark brown trousers, his hands in his pockets. The smile on his face is entirely different from that of the other boy, yet you don't put your dagger away just yet and you stay where you are.

'You'd think people were smart enough not to mess with heavily armed women’, he says, amused.

You give him a smile. 'There are stupid people on every planet.'

'I'm sure you're right.' He strolls over and holds out his hand. 'I'm Hal.'

After a moment's hesitation, you put the dagger back into its sheath and shake his hand.

‘Our friend handled it quite badly, but he asked the question that the whole town would undoubtedly want an answer to', Hal says as you put the last piece of cake in your mouth, wipe your hand on your dress and pick up the skirt to get a better look at it. 'Don't get me wrong, you look... beautiful. But… well… why?'

You raise an eyebrow at him and he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.

'Sorry, I phrased that wrong. You're clearly not from around here and you look like you're dressed for some kind of occasion. I just...'

You decide to put him out of his misery for both your sakes.

'This is traditional Duuganese bridal attire.'

'Oh.' Hal blushes and unconsciously takes a step back. 'In that case, congratulations.'

'I didn't get married,' you say, just a little too quickly, smiling encouragingly. 'They couldn't make me.'

'Ah, well, good for you', he says with relief in his voice. 'So that's what brought you to Nevarro, then? You escaped?'

You almost cringe and force yourself to nod.

'Yeah', you sigh. ‘And that's why I desperately need new clothes. I didn't exactly have time to pack my bags.'

'Sounds like you've been through a lot, lately', he responds softly.

You absently rub your thumb on the fabric of the skirt in your hands. 'I guess I have.'

Then you quickly pull yourself back to the present and hold the pleated skirt in front of you. It falls mid-calf and appears to be your size.

'You could probably use something fun to put your mind off things', says Hal, while you grab a baggy white blouse from the stall. 'How about you keep that beautiful dress on for a little longer?'

You pay the vendor for the skirt and the blouse and then take a good look at Hal. You can't deny you find him attractive and he seems very aware of the fact that he shouldn’t get on your bad side if he doesn't want to meet one of your weapons.

'What do you propose?'

~

As you enter the small building where, according to a friendly local, the magistrate resides, you hear a familiar voice, which tells you that you’re in the right place.

'And you wanna mop up the last of the Imperial force before they do.'

'Mando, I just want them off my planet.'

'If we could take out that one last base, Nevarro would be completely safe', you hear Dune say. 'We could be a trade anchor for the entire sector. And the planet would finally be free. We just need a way into Mayweather's place.'

You walk into the room and Dune quickly clicks away a projection, but your attention is already drawn.

'Did you say Mayweather?', you ask curiously. 'As in Tomas Mayweather?'

Dune and Karga exchange glances. It’s the latter who answers.

'You know him?'

'Yeah,' you say, putting down your now very heavy bag, 'or, rather, my father does. Say about him what you want, but my dad sure was well-connected. I only met him once, years ago, when he came to Duugan for business. I didn't know he was from Nevarro. Why do you need to get into his house?'

'There's an old Imperial base hidden underneath his mansion', Din replies. 'We need to take out the skeleton crew stationed there.'

'What stopped you guys from kicking them out before?'

'Mayweather is an influential and wealthy man', Dune explains. 'Most of the businesses in town are his. We can't just waltz in there. Besides, we don't have the manpower or the watertight proof for it.'

'Why would he even hide them?'

Dune shrugs. 'Presumably, he gets paid handsomely for the protection his status gives them.'

'So you need a way in', you repeat with a straight face.

Karga squints suspiciously. 'Yes, we said that.'

You dramatically put your hands together in a thoughtful gesture, visibly enjoying the little play you're now putting on.

'If only there was some kind of big event to keep him distracted', you muse exaggeratingly. 'Something that would make him feel secure and not suspect that people are coming for him...'

'What are you getting at?', Dune asks, unable to hide her curiosity.

You spread your arms.

'A little birdie told me he's having a party later', you reveal with a big grin. 'And guess who's invited!'

~

'Nothing yet?'

The modulated voice in your ear almost makes you jump as you lean against the city gate, your hands behind your back and your jewelery softly jingling in the wind. You’re not quite used to the communication device hidden in your ear, which creates a non-stop connection between you and the Mandalorian’s helmet, since you need to be reachable and it would look highly suspicious if you were constantly sticking your finger in your ear to switch it on and off. Besides, you wouldn't even know how -Samick had often teasingly called you “technologically challenged”. The fact that Din can hear what you are doing and saying at all times makes you more nervous than you care to admit. Before you left, you made sure to go to the toilet and you don't plan on drinking anything all night, lest he has to hear things neither of you want him to. However nervous you may be, his digital presence does reassure you somewhat. After all, you’re about to go to the lion's den with a boy you barely know, who was supposed to pick you up at the city gate five minutes ago.

'No', you mutter with a sigh.

You look around again, but no trace of Hal. To be honest, you also have no idea how he’s planning to pick you up, so you don't know what kind of vehicle to look out for. Mayweather's villa is located in the hills outside the city, which means walking is not an option.

Hal had mentioned that guns are not allowed at parties like this one, but you’ve casually ignored that. You did leave your blasters behind, as well as your daggers, but your six throwing knives -which can also be held and used at close range- are attached to your legs. Dresses really do lend themselves well to hiding things on one’s legs. Few have the guts to search there without good reason.

Your gaze lands on the Razor Crest, which is parked a stone's throw from the gate. A couple of figures scurry around the ship, probably busy with some maintenance or refilling the fuel tank. For a moment you consider checking with Mando, but then you decide against it. He probably has better things to do, like preparing for the operation. 

The plan had sounded pretty simple: you infiltrate the party and make sure that Mayweather doesn’t get wind of what goes on beneath his feet, while Din, Karga and Dune sneak into the base and place explosives, after which you set a small fire and ensure that everyone clears the villa before it blows up. Not everyone at this party will be an Imperial sympathizer, so you made sure they added that last part to the plan. If you can help it, you don't want more innocent blood on your hands. Plus, everyone will be so busy with the fire that no one will pay attention to what's going on downstairs. Mythrol, a nervous man with blue skin and fins on his head, will take the others to the base with his landspeeder. The tension between him and Mando had been palpable; they've undoubtedly met before and given Mando's profession, you can probably guess why Mythrol was so nervous.

'Are you sure Mayweather won't recognize you?'

'No,’ you admit, 'but it's been at least ten years and I don't exactly look the same as I did then. And even if he recognizes me, it's still not the end of the world. I can't imagine he's already heard about my… actions. '

'Let's hope so.'

'Where's the kid, by the way?’, you ask.

You don't remember seeing him in Karga's office.

'School', is the short answer.

You blink, confused about the lack of context, still not quite used to how frugal the Mandalorian is with his words. Not that you can blame him; he probably used to be alone most of the time and the child is not exactly a great conversation partner, as he never replies -not in a language you or Din speak, that is. You’re not quite sure whether he actually understands what people are saying to him. Though, he seems to listen to Din. When he wants to, anyway.

Then a yellow two-person speeder enters your field of vision. It’s coming straight for the city gate and after a while, you recognize Hal's blonde hair.

'He's coming', you announce softly, while standing up and waving at him.

Your heart starts beating faster and for a moment you feel guilty for abusing his kindness. 

‘It's the right thing to do’, you silently remind yourself. ‘This is best for Nevarro.’

'Alright’, the man's voice sounds in your ear again. And, a moment later, as if he was hesitating, he adds: 'Be careful.'

A strange but warm feeling seems to wrap you in an invisible blanket, but the speeder is already so close that you can’t react without being noticed.

'Hey, Hal', you greet -partly to make that clear- when he comes to a stop right in front of you.

'Hey, sorry I'm late!', the young man shouts cheerfully. 'Jump in!'

You climb into the speeder and while Hal smoothly gets the speeder moving again, you mumble, only audible by the gods thanks to the sound of the engines: 'Oh Adur, give me strength...'

~

'How close do you want me to drop you off?'

Mythrol nervously eyes the area as he maneuvers the speeder through the pass, half expecting stormtroopers to show up at any moment to turn him into a smoking pile of blue pulp.

'How' bout the front door?', Karga says coolly.

'It's a little close for a civilian, isn't it?', he protests cautiously.

'I got two choices for ya’', Karga says sternly. 'You take us in and I knock a hundred years off your debt.'

Mythrol isn't sure if he wants to hear the other option. 'Or?'

'Or I leave ya' out here to walk home with whatever's left in your humidity vest and maybe the stormtroopers won't kill your blue ass before you dry out.'

'It's not much of a choice, is it?', the blue man grumbles under his breath.

The speeder quickly soars between the rocky walls towering over them, to where soon a large metal door emerges: the deserted-looking entrance to the Imperial base. Mythrol brings the speeder to a halt.

'All right, we can't go any further than this', he declares.

When the others get out, he stays seated, looking around and ready to fly away at the first sign of danger. Dune takes a look at the control panel next to the door, which is large enough to get a sizable spaceship through. Din scans the area, but the software in his helmet shows no signs of immediate danger. If he listens carefully, he can hear music coming from above them, where the party in the villa is clearly already in full swing. He had noticed that you didn't leave all of your weapons behind and he feels relieved for it. Judging from your story, Hal isn't the one he's concerned about. The question remains whether Mayweather will recognize you -and more importantly, whether he knows about the events on Duugan. If he has been warned about you, he also knows that you came with a Mandalorian. What conclusions he draws from that information is anyone's guess.

'We have a problem.' Dune's voice pulls him away from his pondering. She points to the panel. 'I recognise this technology. This security takes ages to override and if we do even one thing wrong, it'll send off an alarm.'

'And then our element of surprise is blown', Karga grumbles. 'They'll be way more on guard after that.'

'All right', Mythrol interrupts, starting the speeder again. 'I'm headed back. Hit me up on the comm, we can set up a rendezvous time. '

Karga whirls on him, losing his temper with the nervous employee.

'You park your gills right there until I say otherwise', he snarls.

'I'm starting to dehydrate, boss', Mythrol whines.

'Okay, how does thirty more years off your debt sound?'

He frowns thoughtfully and then sighs. 'Can you at least be quick about it?'

'We could be a whole lot quicker about it if we could get our hands on an access key', Dune says, with a meaningful look to the Mandalorian.

He understands the signal and unmutes his end of the comm. 'Can you hear me?' A clearly fake cough tells him you can't talk. 'We need a key to get in without alerting anyone. It should look like a thin bar about half the size of your hand. Can you get us one?'

You cough affirmatively and he mutes himself again.

'Are you sure that's a good idea?', Karga asks.

'She's our best shot', Din says evasively.

'Why was she traveling with you, anyway?', Dune wants to know.

He looks at her and carefully formulates his answer. ‘She needed a way out and I got caught up in the situation. We got away eventually. Got my ass handed to me a couple of times in the process, though. '

Dune gives him a wicked grin. 'I would've loved to see that.'

He wisely refrains from dignifying that with an answer. The cuts you caused in Lossith have not yet healed and still hurt with certain movements. You’d known very well where to hit him. By now you’d offered to bandage them four times, but he’d politely declined, insisting that you had every right to defend yourself. Besides the fact that the Creed wouldn’t allow it, he can't stand the idea of ​​your touch on his skin for some reason. The thought alone is enough to spark something deep inside his chest.

Suddenly he misses the sound of your voice in his helmet and he thinks back to the ride here, during which he was listening to how you told Hal about the Duuganese gods.

‘On Duugan we worship four gods', you’d explained. 'We have two suns and one moon. Dedis is the largest sun. He is the god of wisdom and the harvest, because his light allows things to grow. Adur is the smaller sun and Dedis' younger brother, as well as the god of dawn and strength. He goes down first and rises first and often quarrels with his brother, who always has the last word - that's why he goes down last. When they’re gone, Qalla, the goddess of the moon and water, appears. She watches over the dreamers at night and keeps the nightly travelers safe. Finally, you have Yris, the goddess of the ground under our feet. She gives life to all that breathes on Duugan.' You laughed shortly. 'Admittedly, there aren't many of those on such a dry planet -you know how it is- but still. All four of them protect us in their own way. That's a very comforting thought when you’re fleeing through the galaxy. '

His gaze travels up to the mansion again and a silent prayer floats up to the sky as well.

'Maker, keep her safe.'

~

Seemingly casually, you lean on the handrail that prevents you from falling off the gallery. From the open second floor, which wraps around the large courtyard, you can see just about the entire party. Nevarro's contemporary fashion is a true spectacle to behold: women are wearing brightly coloured dresses and they’ve created the most bizarre and elaborate braided updos with their hair, while men walk around in loose-fitting and equally colourful clothes. Their hairdos are even more striking: apparently it is a trend among the wealthy to grow a big mustache and sculpt it into curly shapes -the races that can do that, at least. In addition to humans, you have also recognized a Rodian, whose green reptile skin and antennae are unmistakable, and a beautiful female Twi'lek with copper-colored headtails. An energetic group of musicians is playing cheerful music and a couple of guests are dancing to the beat. Your eyes slide over the dozens of guests and land on Mayweather, who is busy talking to a small group of men. His red hair stands out against his bright blue robes and on his hands, with which he gestures enthusiastically, a number of large rings sparkle in the sunlight coming through the skylights. Luckily he doesn't seem to have noticed you yet, clearly busy with his job as host. Moreover, you’re positioned somewhat concealed behind one of the columns that carry the roof above your head and the storey you’re standing on.

Who would have a key to the hidden base? Mayweather, of course, but it would be too ambitious and dangerous to steal his. The various waiters, their beige robes a strong contrast with the colorful guests, probably have no business going down there. The security, on the other hand...

You push yourself up from the balustrade and hurry towards the stairs, the heels of your shoes clicking on the turquoise tiles covering the floors. Hal has been getting you something to drink for about five minutes now, so you have to be quick if you want to avoid him. Fortunately, even in this dress, you don't stand out too much from the rest of the attendees. Once downstairs, you move smoothly through the partying crowd, making sure you steer clear of Mayweather, towards a hallway that you suspect leads to the private part of the villa. In any case, that you’re not allowed to go there becomes clear when you catch a glimpse of a Zabrak security guard, recognizable by the numerous small horns on his head. You take a deep breath and then quickly stagger into the hall, grabbing your stomach and panically waving at the guard.

'Ma'am, you are not allowed to come here', he says immediately, taking a step in your direction.

You spot the key instantly, clipped to his belt with a ring. Bingo.

'A bathroom!', you cry. ‘I need a bathroom, I don't feel so good! What kind of food are you guys serving here?! '

The man looks at you hesitantly while you say this and before he can respond, you throw yourself into his arms, wailing dramatically. He manages to catch you, but almost falls over in the process. You take advantage of his instability by grabbing the key from his belt in the kerfuffle and hiding it in your hand. Only then does the hole in your plan dawn on you: your dress has no pockets.

The Zabrak awkwardly pushes you away. 'The bathroom is that way.'

'Thank you, good sir', you squeak. 'I'm gonna go puke now.'

You quickly turn around and place the hand with the key on your chest in a dramatic gesture, stumbling back down the hall.

'Hey!'

You keep walking, even though you start panicking for real now, but you hear his footsteps coming after you. Silently cursing, you try to figure out where to hide the key and make a mental note to have pockets made in your dresses and skirts.

'Did you just steal my key?!', the guard snarls, firmly grabbing your arm. 'Give it back. Now. '

You open your mouth for a really ill-prepared defense, but then you hear a familiar voice behind you.

'What's going on here?'

Hal walks into the hallway and glares at him.

'She stole my key, Mr. Mayweather', the Zabrak replies.

The blood in your veins goes cold. Mayweather? Hal is Tomas's son?

'What?' Hal turns to you. 'Is that true?'

Your hand is still on your chest, just above the collar of your dress, and suddenly you realize there is only one place to hide the key now. As you turn toward Hal, you let the thin bar slip down your dress and pray to all your gods that no one sees it. Much to your relief, it doesn't immediately fall out of the other end of your dress and instead get stuck between your boobs, safely out of sight under the red fabric.

'Of course not', you pout, grabbing your forehead. 'I'm just looking for the bathroom, I’m feeling rather unwell.'

Every trace of suspicion disappears from Hal's face and with a short gesture he orders the guard to let you go. He reluctantly obeys.

'Can't you see she's sick, you idiot?', the boy barks. 'Look at her, she's white as a sheet! You just lost your key somewhere.'

You have no intention of telling him why you’re really turning white and you let yourself be supported by a concerned Hal. He accompanies you to the bathroom and then offers to get you a glass of water. You nod and enter the ladies room, but ignore the toilet.

'Hey,' you whisper as soon as you hear him walk away, 'I have the key.'

'Good', the warm voice of the Mandalorian says almost instantly. 'Can you get to the balcony on the east side?'

You noticed it when you were on the second floor earlier, so you respond affirmatively. Quickly, you open the door and when the coast turns out to be clear, you slip towards the stairs. Your braided bun wobbles up and down on the back of your head as you run upstairs, past a man and a woman who had clearly hoped for some privacy in the closed stairwell. Your headscarf falls down on your shoulders, but you ignore it and turn right twice, into a narrow corridor that opens onto a beautiful, gracefully domed balcony hanging many meters above the pass below you. It offers an amazing view of the volcanic, hilly landscape, but that doesn’t interest you very much at the moment. Panting, you put your hands on the balcony edge. What now?

Then you hear a strange, motor-like noise and the next moment, the Mandalorian appears in front of you. You almost let out a scream and step backwards.

'How are you doing that?', you hiss in bewilderment, staring at the man floating in the air.

'Jetpack', he answers shortly. 'Where's the key?'

It's his turn to be baffled when you put your hand down your dress and pull out the key. Suddenly he’s very glad that you can’t see his face.

The metal is still warm from your skin when you put it in Din's gloved hand.

'Go and blow up some stormtroopers for me, will you?', you say with a smile.

'Will do. Thanks.'

With those words, he flies away again. You gaze after him until he’s out of sight again, the same strange feeling from before distracting you to the point where you only notice the footsteps when they are right behind you.

~

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