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stardusthuntress · 6 months ago

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True Partners - Ch. 1

Din Djarin x femaleMandalorian!reader

Word Count: ~3.2k

Summary: Din Djarin finds himself in a bit of a sticky spot and calls in an old friend for assistance… one he may or may not have a thing for…

TW: this one is pretty mild, but it will get spicy later… very spicy… canon-typical violence (Mando is pursued by an opposing party, nothing new there); but it does get a bit suggestive at the end and the next part will be very NSFW, so I’m just gonna rate this whole thing NSFW; Din and partner chat about getting intimate and where their limits are, trying to give this a healthy relationship vibes, you guys will have to let me know if I missed anything that goes back on that in any way! FYI, Din is starting to question his strict rules about being Mandalorian, I tried not to make too many conjectures about it, but just bear that in mind if dissenting about his culture is something you aren’t comfortable with!

A/N: please enjoy this fun little snaggle and the Top Gun movie reference I snuck in there! Also I know very little about the N1, so please excuse any mistakes I might have made or conjectures/assumptions I made, consider it creative license required something to keep the story moving!

Mando’a:

Buir = parent, in this case, father

Keldable kiss = a Mandalorian habit of giving a kiss without removing the helmet, consists of the tapping of foreheads together, usually two beskar-clad foreheads, but it doesn’t have to be

dividers by: @/djarrex

Blaster fire scattered through the rings of the planet, as the Mandalorian took down his quarry, one by one. He’d managed to reduce their numbers back to something he could handle more easily, but it hadn’t been easy.

Not long after they cornered him, one of them had managed a direct hit to his fuel hatch, and his fuel levels were steadily dropping. It was a slow leak, but it was still a leak. There was no way he was getting out of this one alone.

Somewhere between reducing his opponent's game pieces from 14 to 11, he managed to send a single ping to an old friend. One he’d teamed up with for a few years, long before Grogu came into his life. Rumor had it, she resided in this sector of the galaxy. He wondered if she’d still be up for teaming up with him again. They’d parted on good terms, but he still occasionally wished they had let their team-up become something more. No matter, right now he had a few too many starfighters working against him, and his little one in his lap. Not the time for distractions.

Fortunately, this planet had a magnetic field that interacted with some of the rocks in its rings in strange ways. Ways he could use.

He dodged, dove, and spiraled his way through and around a few that would scatter his signature and make him hard to track. Behind him, one of the starfighters attempted to skim a rather large asteroid to cut corners and catch him faster, but a large obstacle is also a visibility gamble, and it hadn’t worked in their favor. He could see the reflection of the explosion in the transparisteel of his cockpit.

Grogu babbled happily, arms in the air. Mando chuckled.

Only 10 left.

He pulled a tight turn and then diverted between several large rocky chunks, and flipped his engines to reverse and then up and low to kill his speed and add a slight rotation, lest he lose all his momentum and let his leak get worse.

His prey fell for his trap, swerving around the rock right in front of him, trying to cut him off. One shot from his barrels and the clueless pilot was little more than a smattering of stardust.

Just 9 more to go.

As he swerved and dodged, closing in on yet another poorly trained pilot, his comm crackled to life in his cockpit, a familiar voice drifting through the void between them as a few blasts from a new ship entered the fray.

“Hello, old friend! You look like you could use some assistance?” He didn’t have to see her face to know she was smiling.

“You could say that,” He responded, trying to keep the giddiness from his own voice.

“You sure got yourself into a fun little tangle here,” she quipped, zipping in behind him, between the Mandalorian’s N1 and his pursuers. “Brake right!”

On cue, Mando abruptly changed course, diverting from the targeting system of the opponent that had been closing in on him.

“You seem to be leaving a breadcrumb trail of fuel behind you. Is that why you called?”

“It is,” he answered, in his usual short but direct habit.

The metallic sound of an exaggeratedly exasperated sigh crackled through the comms. Mando felt a twinge of guilt for finding a reason to part ways all those years ago. He'd missed her.

Somewhere in the distance, he saw blaster fire and a flash of orange and yellow.

8 left.

As they chased and swerved like a coordinated team, he finally got a good look at her ship.

“That’s a bigger ship than I remember you having,” he commented.

Two explosions rocked the rings around them as debris scattered, only 6 more to go.

“Yeah, got lucky. It was given to me by some good friends.”

“Given to you? It looks like a Zyggerian Slave Ship…” Mando’s voice was laced with doubt. Was this the same woman he remembered?

“It WAS, at one point in its history. But you know I take down Slavers on sight.”

He chuckled with relief, “So that hasn’t changed a bit.”

“Nope! How about you? Anything new in your life?” She asked, she always did have more fun with battles when they were paired with witty banter.

“See for yourself.” He diverted up and left, soaring in front of her cockpit, allowing her to get a good look at the occupants of his little Nabooian starfighter, AND knock out his pursuer as it trailed unsuspecting through her sights.

5 left.

“Do I spy a little foundling in your lap, Djarin?”

He chuckled, stealing a glance down at the little guy tucked into his bandolier. “That you do.”

In his lap, Grogu squealed with joy, seemingly convinced they were riding the best rollercoaster he’d ever been on.

“Sure sounds like a cute little one! Though I have to say, I think that leak you’ve got is getting worse. Tell ya what, why don’t we corral them over by that big dent of a crater in the obnoxiously round asteroid over there and finish this?”

“How do you propose we get them over there?” He was getting nervous about his fuel levels too.

“What else? Make ‘em think they cornered us, of course!”

“That was always one of your favorite maneuvers,” he noted.

“Yeah. It’s fun, and it’s fast, and it’s efficient. All of which are beneficial right about now.”

A few maneuvers later, the pair crossed in front of the big crater and swung out and behind their pursuers, cornering them against the crater they were about to make larger, and opening fire.

“See? Fast and finished! How about that?”

“I might need you to come to me….” He seemed a little embarrassed about it, though someone who didn’t know him very well wouldn’t be able to hear the hidden pain in his voice.

“Alright, hang tight. I’m gonna scoop you into the cargo bay and we can take a look at your ship. Can’t wait to meet the little one!”

Din sighed, what an embarrassing way to say hi to an old flame.

A few minutes later, Din stepped out of his ship into the cargo bay of hers.

“No. Grogu, you stay there. I need both hands to take a look at the damage. Maybe she can take us to Tatooine if it’s too bad.”

“I don’t know who or what is on Tatooine, but I should have all the tools you need here to fix it on this ship. Though if that’s an N1 I might not have the custom parts on hand you’ll need to get her running again.” She tried to hide the jealousy in her voice. Clearly Tatooine had something or someone meaningful to him.

“It is. Good eye.” He notes, stealing a glance at her out of the corner of his helmet as he knelt beside his ship, reaching into the gaps between hull plates to better assess the damage. “I figure if Peli and the Jawas can’t get the right parts, maybe Boba can.”

“Good friends of yours?” It was a good thing he wasn’t looking at her, she was struggling to keep the jealousy from making her look a bit put out.

“Of a sort,” his voice held no clues as to their significance to him. So, he was back to being his usual vague self when he answered her questions. This would be fun.

He stands, satisfied with his assessment of his ship, “Looks like it’s just minor damage, though I might need a new fuel hatch and hinge.”

“If you want one that’s a little more blaster proof I could make you one with a touch of beskar, or at least reinforce it with a bit more shielding than the original design had. As much as I love the J-type Newbian ships, every ship flying between the stars has a few flaws, and that was one of theirs.”

“And yet, you’re flying this,” he gestures to the ship around them, finally taking a chance to look around, and to take a good look at her.

He takes a deep breath, just looking at her. “You’re still wearing the armor.” His voice has the twinge of memory in it. “But still sans helm.”

“I am still of Mandalorian heritage, the beskar was passed down in my family to me. I am still Mandalorian, according to some traditions, just not all of them… since I took off my helmet… I got tired of never seeing the stars with my own eyes, of never getting a chance to openly react to people’s expressions without coming across as gruff and unyielding. Though that can be very helpful, it can also be a negative thing at times. Children tend to fear a face they cannot read.” She clarified, unsure of how he would react to it given that he seemed to be handling that very scenario just fine.

“I know,” he muttered. “I thought… you were the only one that did that…”

“I take it you have met others now?” She asked.

“Yes…” his tone implied he was still grappling with it, but he seemed to be accepting that it was a way to live and remain Mandalorian. “I had to atone for it…. But if I hadn’t taken it off, I would never have been able to rescue him.” His visor turned back towards the open cockpit of his little starfighter.

A delighted gurgle from the cockpit of the N1 announced the appearance of a little green head with big ears and curious eyes.

“Well hello there, little one!” she cooed, excitement adding a happy glimmer to her eyes as she took small steps towards the ship.

The little green bean lifted his arms to her, like he wanted her to pick him up.

She looked hesitantly back at Din. “Can I pick him up?”

Din nodded, once, but watched, carefully as she stepped forward and scooped up his little bundle of joy.

“Hello! Aren’t you a sweet thing!” She automatically began to sway back and forth when he was in her arms. “What’s your name?”

The baby babbled gibberish at her, reaching up to put a little hand on her chin.

Din found himself getting jealous. Perhaps there were pros to not wearing the helmet anymore. He’d been struggling with the issue of wearing the helmet at all times since he’d gotten Grogu back and Bo had been allowed to remove her helmet. Now, once again, he found himself debating. To distract himself, he focused on her question.

“Grogu,” Din stated, “His name is Grogu.”

“Grogu!” She repeated, and the little one looked up at her expectantly, “Is that you?”

A little grin and bubbly laugh echoed from the child on her hip. And she laughed too, hugging the child to her.

“Goodness, you’re a cute little one!” She giggled. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a chance to hang out with foundlings!” She told his contented little face.

Din stepped forward, silent as ever, unsure if he wished she could see the smile he wore beneath his helmet. He was glad she was getting along well with the kid already.

“Oh, does Buir want you back already?” She asked as Din approached.

Grogu giggled and extended his arms towards Din.

She smiled and passed him the baby, watching as Din stepped into father mode. Extra gentle hands cradling the baby’s head and back as he looked him over, adjusting his little coat, then tucking him into his hand, settling him to face outwards.

When Din looked back up, he found her watching him closely, biting her lip. He felt himself release a silent sigh. So she did still want him too. Maybe it wasn’t too late for the two of them after all.

They fell into a comfortable silence, content to just be around each other again.

“It’s good to see you again.” Din started, voice a little hoarse, unsure of how much he wanted to say. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she replied, laying a hand on his shoulder in her unyielding need to be nearer to him. Her face turned towards his pauldron, a look of surprise on her face. “You got a signet!”

“We got a signet,” Din corrected, proud of his little clan.

She hesitantly retracted her hand. “Oh! We! I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were… uh…”

Din had forgotten he hadn’t done anything to assure her that he too had not yet found a partner!

“We’re a clan of two now,” Din said, his voice full of pride as he looked at the small bundle in his arms and it looked up at him. “I adopted Grogu. He’s my apprentice.”

“Oh! Two!” She breathed a sigh of relief, the sparkle returning to her eyes. “Well, your clan is always welcome wherever I call home! Speaking of, if we want to be the most efficient with fuel, it’ll take us about 2 days to get to Tatooine from here. Why don’t you two come upstairs to the main cabin and make yourselves comfortable? I have food if you’re hungry, and space to lay down - with privacy! If you need to take that helmet off, or take a nap, or anything. There’s a spare room if you want it.”

“Grogu is always hungry,” Din comments, making her laugh.

“Well, hopefully, I have something he likes! Follow me,” and she headed back up the ladder to the crew compartments.

Grogu takes a nap after eating almost twice his weight in snacks.

Din finds himself making a point to get to know his former partner again.

“Well I gotta say, I remember you having a silver ship, but that’s a much smaller silver ship than I remember you having,” she says with a sly smile, echoing his comment from earlier.

“Yeah, Razor Crest took too big of a hit…” Din explained. He couldn’t make himself say more. It was still a bit hard for him to admit he didn’t have a real space he could call home, for the kid’s sake.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” she looked at him with concern, eyes boring into his helmet.

Sometimes he swore she could see through it like she had x-ray vision. Or at least she made him feel seen, the real man beneath the beskar.

“Hmm, well, perhaps you don’t have one yet, but you could have space in a ship to call home soon… if you wanted…” she hinted.

Din was ecstatic, but also debatably certain that he was reading too much into it, so he just stared at her, unsure of what to do or say.

She could see his chest plate rising and falling rapidly, and knew her playful comment was starting to get to him.

She smiled at him, and Din almost melted right there. He was sure she could hear his breathing through the modulator as he tried desperately to get his emotions under control.

After 2 days he’s making excuses to stay in her company….

After 2 weeks he starts flirting more directly. A wry grin from a visiting Boba (also sans helm) followed by a laugh from Peli tells her they’ve never seen Mando act this way before and it definitely means what she thinks it does. Things just flow so smoothly between them, it’s like no time has passed at all. And even the few moments when they do catch each other off guard with something, it is always quickly resolved with a laugh and a teasing nudge or a quick chat and acceptance of differences or an alteration of habits to accommodate personal preferences.

After 2 months, he finds himself pulling her into his lap and resting the metallic dome of his helmet against her temple after putting the baby to bed.

She hums with a contented smile and leans into him, welcoming his first attempt at a keldable kiss.

Din’s grip on her waist tightens.

“You know, I had one hell of a crush on you when we were partners… I think I still do, actually.” She, a woman whom he personally knows to be a badass Mandalorian warrior capable of knocking him on his ass in minutes during combat training sessions, seems shy when she says it.

Din chuckles. “I did too, and still do.”

She swiftly turns in his arms and nuzzles into the cape covering his shoulders.

“You seem to have made peace with my decision to not wear the helmet all the time?” She asks, still curious what his stance is on the matter now.

“I have,” is all he says. “Are you okay with my decision to keep mine on?”

“Yes,” she answers, and places a quick kiss on the side of his helm to reassure him. “Do you think Grogu will be okay with this too?”

Din reaches up to put a hand under her chin so he can look her in the eye when he says it, “I think he’s already accepted that you’re not going anywhere.”

She laughs and hides in his shoulder again.

“You’re good with him,” Din tells her.

“So are you,” she answers. “He adores you, ya know.” She surfaces from his cape to say it.

Din tilts his helmet up to look into her eyes, “Will you stay with us?”

Her eyes widen with excitement, and she bursts into a grin. “Yes!” She shifts, fixing him with an expression that hints at a question for him too. “Would you like to move into my bedroom while we’re busy adventuring?”

“Only if you’ll move into my cabin with us on Navarro when we’re more domestic.” He teases.

She giggles and nods. “I would love to! Though, perhaps first we should try sharing a bed for a few nights, make sure everything works out smoothly?”

“I don’t know if I’d be able to resist being more intimate with you if we try that.” He admits, quietly.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” she whispers.

Din masks his groan as a grunt as he shifts beneath her.

She giggles. “Don’t hold back, Din. I need you too!” she croons, the cool beskar of his helmet brushing against her lips as he leans into her.

“There’s a few things we need to discuss, first.” He seems nervous to even say it.

“Okay,” she says with understanding, as though this isn’t such an intimate conversation. “Let’s talk about how to do this,” she encourages.

He can take his clothes off, but not his helmet unless her eyes are covered… and he very much wants to be able to kiss her… everywhere, though he’s not sure he’s ready to admit that last part out loud just yet.

So she offers to get a blindfold… and or a sleep mask so they can sleep together…

Din nods, excitedly. “You would do that, for me?”

“Even better,” she states, “I already use a sleep mask regularly, so it’s just a matter of adding you to the bed, Love.”

Din grips her waist tightly with excitement.

“Do you want to start tonight, or wait a few nights first?” She asks, letting him take the reigns since this is about his comfort level.

“Let’s wait a few nights,” he thinks it through, “I want to tell Grogu about this change before it happens… so he knows where to find me… if he needs me.”

“Okay, just let me know when you’re ready,” she states, placing a lingering kiss on the edge of his visor.

Please don’t steal my work! I pour my heart into these so if you like it please reblog to share instead of reposting it! And NO dropping it into an AI to finish it for me! That’s stealing my work and feeding it to an AI without my consent. It is not okay to give an AI something you didn’t write yourself!

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puttingtogetherasoupsandwitch · 5 years ago

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forgot about needing a base coat for wear/tear/chipping and scratches

going with copper

#mando #Mandalorian #mandomercs #femalemandosarehard #femalemando #femalemandalorian #mmcc #501stlegion

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krazykatstudios · 5 years ago

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You know what day it is. Mando Monday! I’m currently working on improvements to my kit and hope they’ll be fully functional in a couple months. Right now my mando efforts are being channeled in to my recruits @be.like.ryanb and a few others. They’ll have some pretty sick kits when they’re done. If you ever have questions about the Mandalorian Mercs don’t hesitate to message me! . . . . #cosplay #cosplaygirl #cosplayersofinstagram #cosplayer #femalecosplayer #femalecosplay #starwars #starwarscosplay #mandalorian #mandalorianarmor #mandaloriancosplay #femalemandalorian #femalemandalorianarmor #femalemandalorianmerc #mandalorianmercs #mmcc #lucasfilm #bobafett #themandalorian #thisistheway #mandomonday #mandalorianmercscostumeclub #talonclan #beasttamer #nexu https://www.instagram.com/p/B8ZGypljPRT/?igshid=1xdk8p8iyzo9p

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sibabes · 8 years ago

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Can we cast @wishalice in the #bobafett Movie. #StarWarsCelebration #photoby @thedudedylan . #bobafettcosplay #femalebobafett #genderswap #mandolorian #femalemandalorian #cosplaygirl #cosplayers #cosplaying #cosplayer #cosplay #starwars #starwarscosplay #starwarscelebration #bountyhunter #cosplayersofinstagram #sibabes #Model #ServiceIndustryBabes

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tomhodges · 8 years ago

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While I won't be at #starwarscelebration this time, I'll still have art there for you to grab! The @mandalorianmercs have asked me to do a piece featuring #VhonteTervho for a bookmark they'll have at the show! So make sure you grab one! #StarWars #StarWarsArt #mandalorianmercs #mandalorians #femalemandalorian #art #hodgesart #pentelbrushpen #fibercastellpittpen #copicmarkers

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fictitiousvisions · 10 years ago

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Our newest photo shoot in Goblin Valley, Utah where part of the movie, 'Galaxy Quest' was filmed. Will have more photos from our Star Wars Celebration 7 trip up soon!

#femalemandalorian #starwars #bountyhunter #fictitiousvisions #goblinvalley #utah #props #movie #scene #bobafett #mandalore #blaster #starwarscelebration #photoshoot #armor #mandalorian #roadtrip #galaxyquest

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stardusthuntress · 1 year ago

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Hot... in So Many Ways!

TBB Echo x femaleMandalorian!reader (mostly pronouns and attire in this part, that will change in part 2!)

Word Count: ~2k

Summary: maybe this IS more of a summer fic, but who cares? I like summer! Holiday season ain't my thing, so imma pretend it's summer again! HAHAHAHAHA!!! So, here’s a fic where it’s so hot outside, it inspires a little heat inside too! ;P

TW: Echo is self-conscious, kinda a given; also, it’s flirty and out-of-practice Echo! Nothing too serious in this part tho! But part 2 WILL be smut! And please note, I am NOT a medic nor doctor of that variety, BUT this stems from my experience living in a desert, so it’s not 100% accurate on what you should do in the heat, but the note about not drinking cold water in excessive heat is a real thing! Wanted to include that in there for funsies!

helmet banners thanks to the one and only @/djarrex!

This planet was hot. Really hot. Even in the shade it was easy to overheat. So, naturally, this had to be the planet where the ship’s AC nearly went out. It sorta was getting overworked in this environment. And since they didn’t know if this planet was okay with clones, Tech had parked the ship out of view a little ways away from the entirely-indoor city.

The others were out collecting data for Rex. Except for Tech, who was in the nearest marketplace, acquiring parts. But they needed two people to work on the repairs until Tech got back with the rest of the parts. Naturally, that became Echo and his partner.

Echo was outside, doing his best to repair the exterior of the ship, where the Imperials had been kind enough to leave a few new blaster burns… right next to the life support quick repair hatch… clearly these Imperials knew what they were doing. Which is what landed the Maurader here, on a desolate planet the Imperials didn’t want. Actually, most people didn’t want it, it was mostly devoid of life, except for the one spaceport-focused town the rest of the team were currently scavenging for intel and parts.

Before he had left, Tech had warned not to stay outside for long periods of time. It was too hot here for the human body to withstand the heat for more than an hour or so at a time.

Or in other words, so hot that even Echo had shed his shirt. Echo, the man who struggled to explore a physical relationship because he still hated what the Techno Union had done to him.

And DAMN was shirtless Echo hot! And not just because it was hot outside. It was evident that Echo had made a point to do more than just get his strength back. Watching him work inside a panel at eye level gave the woman he loved a good view as she came out to bring him a part and hydration.

She paused for a split second as her brain restarted, short circuited by the toned muscles flexing ahead of her. The way his abs moved with every shift of his arms, flexing beneath a smattering of scars that clearly bore the stories of many battles, left her jaw on the floor.

“I’ll be in in a minute, I promise. Just a few more things I can do to reinforce this until Tech get’s back,” Echo’s voice echoed out of the side of the ship.

She shook herself back to reality and continued towards him, folding her hands, and the objects held in them, behind her back. “I’ll hold you to that minute, Corporal. In the meantime though, the part you asked for is in my pocket.”

Echo emerged from the side of the ship, confused that she didn’t just hand him the piece.

“There’s my handsome trooper,” she smiled, “come here for a second.”

Echo obediently extracted himself from the panel and approached his partner.

As he did so, she finally revealed the objects she’d been hiding behind her back. A wet towel, so laden with water it left drips in the desert sand at their feet, and a canteen.

“Mmmmmmm, you’re my savior,” he teased, “please tell me those are cold.”

She laughed. “You know drinking cold water won’t help you drink enough to stay hydrated, no matter how appealing it sounds. So the water bottle is just cool, but the towel is colder, and that’s for the rest of you.”

She handed him the water bottle as he approached, and leaned in for a quick kiss.

Echo quickly raised the water bottle and downed half of it in just a few gulps.

While he refueled, she stepped behind him and rubbed the cool, sopping wet towel, over his neck and shoulders and back. Then completing a circle around him, returned to his front to run it over his chest, and taking a tad longer to rub it over his abs to commit the sight and feel to memory in case this was a one-off.

Echo chuckled as he finished off the water bottle, “What are you doing down there, Love?”

“Just cooling you off, Handsome,” she said, straightening again, hiding a smirk, and stepping up to him for another chaste kiss. “One more minute, soldier, then back inside.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Echo looked straight into her eyes when he said it, a spark in his own, despite the heat outside.

She took back the water bottle and stood still, allowing him to retrieve the part from her pocket, and with one last kiss, she retreated back inside.

Echo watched her go, enjoying the view. The heat had left her in a pair of short shorts and sports bra, leaving little to the imagination. The sooner he could get back inside to that, the better, he decided, turning back to his work.

Behind Echo’s sweaty form, the door closed. As his eyes adjusted to the lower light levels, they sought his loving partner. But her eyes weren’t looking up at him, they looked down, and she was biting her lip as though she was holding back from something.

“That grossly sweaty, huh? I’ll take a quick shower, be right back,” he laughed, slipping past her with a peck to her cheek in passing.

“Hmmm?” She looked up, surprised at getting caught, but he was already entering the fresher.

Truth be told, she’d gotten distracted watching a drop of sweat run down his abs, emphasizing every curve…and she’d been holding back from licking it off…

When he came out of the fresher, a new set of clothes on, he found her at a console, running diagnostics on the patchwork repairs he’d done outside. She was still showing off a canvas of skin that Echo wanted nothing more than to paint with his love, and leave marks on so the others would know not to touch what was his.

“Feel better?” She asked, not taking her eyes off the screen, wanting to finish quickly so she could get back to her handsome partner.

Echo came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her exposed midriff, humming a response as his lips found her neck.

“You should wear this more often,” he mumbled into her skin as he gripped her, tight.

She laughed and spun in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck. “Aww, but you put a shirt back on!”

He laughed, “it’s better this way, then no one has to see it.”

“See what? How toned your abs are? So no one can ask about the story behind each scar? Or watch you do a one-handed push-up or pull-up?”

Echo let out a snort, “As if anyone would be interested in the battle scars and their stories on a mere clone.” He said it with disdain, and she knew it was because he thought she could do better with any of his brothers because they weren’t missing so many pieces, or anyone else in the galaxy. Echo always was very hard on himself.

“Echo, I’m a Mandalorian! Battle stories and scars are very important to my culture. The more one survives, the more hallowed the warrior! Take your shirt off and tell me the story of each scar you remember, and I’ll let you do the same on me.”

Echo was preparing to laugh, but found his mind was a blank slate by the end of her statement. Had she just offered to remove her clothes for him? Was this normal for everyone to do in her culture, or was it actually as intimate as it sounded? Echo blinked at her in shock, mind scrambling to figure out what to do or say in response. She also wanted him to take his clothes off for her. He’d never wanted to as badly as he did in that moment.

“Is that…. Umm… Mando… Mandalorian culture?” It had been a long time since Echo had had this much difficulty stringing a sentence together. He wasn’t even sure if the words he’d used actually made a coherent sentence or were just discombobulated thoughts when they came out, like the ones currently floating through his head. He felt like a shiny seeing a pretty girl at a bar for the first time all over again.

She giggled. “Yeah, telling stories of battles past is one of the best ways to pass the time for a Mandalorian… Though, only those closest to us know which scar comes from which battle. We don’t often let others see what’s beneath the armor,” she admitted, a little shy, hiding in his neck, and giving him an opportunity to get his thoughts together.

“Yes,” Echo muttered, barely able to find his voice. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

She looked up at him. He was nodding rapidly. She smiled, and found his lips crashing into hers, as he kissed her hungrily.

Echo’s mind raced. If the computer hadn’t been running such important diagnostics, he would have taken her on that console, without hesitation. Instead, he pinned her against the bulkhead as she smiled against his lips at his enthusiasm.

“Wait,” Echo pulled back for a moment, “but earlier when you looked at me when I was all sweaty…” he looked at her with a question on his brow.

“Oh, that, uhhhh, I wanted to… um… it sounds silly, it’s nothing…”

“So I really was that gross and sweaty, huh?” He cringes, bracing for bad news.

“NO! No! Actually, I really wanted to… *sigh*, I don’t know why this is so hard to say… I wanted to… to lick… your abs…. I, uh, still want to, actually… if you’re ok with that?”

Once again Echo errored out, finding himself only capable of kissing her with a fervor he didn’t know he had anymore.

She groaned into the kiss, and wrapped a leg around his hips.

Echo’s hand flew to hold it to him. He enjoyed the soft warmth of her thigh, peppered with scars he could trace with his eyes closed. He longed to know the tale of each and every one of them. And he coudn’t wait any longer. He used his scomp arm to scoop her off the ground, his flesh hand gripping her waist, and carry her to his bunk.

Once there, he hastily climbed in, and gently deposited her on the soft pillows.

She detached enough to practically rip the shirt from his body, and shimmy her way down his body, still underneath him.

“What are y—hnnnng” he groaned as she licked a stripe up his abdomen. His eyes widened, as he peered down at her beneath him. He cursed himself for forgetting that comment. He’d been so caught up in being lucky enough to see even more of her. She smiled up at him, seductively, then went back to slowly tracing the edges of every muscle of his abs with her tongue. Echo’s arms began to shake as she nipped at him between licks.

With a final, sloppy kiss to his belly button, she slipped down between his legs even farther. A sly laugh the only warning before she pressed her lips to the wet spot at his tip, and used his moment of surprise and her battle hardened muscles to flip him onto his back.

She hummed with delight, nestling herself between his legs, arms crossed over his hips, hands resting atop his member as she looked up at him, feet kicking in the air behind her.

Echo lay there for a moment, just watching her, stunned, before summoning the energy to prop himself up on his elbows.

She leaned forward and kissed his abs again as his hips pivoted beneath her. Letting her eyes and fingers begin to trace out the patterns of scars decorating his body.

“You promised to tell me the stories of your battle scars, Handsome.”

Echo chuckled, decidedly out of breath, “who could say no to you, especially after all that, Mesh’la!”

She smiled, and squeezed the hand that still rested over his member ever so slightly.

Echo moaned again. “Nnnnn— as much as I love the feeling, and the view, of you between my legs, I really need yours up here.” He patted the bed by his side. “Let me love you too, Mesh’la!”

She giggled, and readjusted, with one final caress and kiss to his length...

.......keep an eye out for a pure smut part 2!!!

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stardusthuntress · 2 years ago

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It will all be tagged "zenith writes" to make it easier to find.

NEW! taglist poll!

I write for the Clones of Star Wars x reader. You may request a GN!reader version of anything, OR if you spot something offensive or problematic and would like to (politely) let me know that there's a nicer way to phrase it, my inbox is open! Or if you want to pop in and say hi, dm me!

I just write when the inspiration hits. Mostly using this as my emotional processing system - just gonna write it all out. Shouting my nerdiness and pain into the void, maybe one day it will shout back (in a good way, hopefully). Thought others might relate and or have similar comfort mechanisms, so here's my work if ya wanna bother to read any of it!

Key: (consider ALL below to be NSFW, 18+)

* = smutty, even if mildly so, expect mentions of arousal and the like at a minimum

FOLLOWER CELEBRATION!!! There's ~150 of you now!!! (STARS that's a LOT!) And you guys decided you want more of my 'Right Attire' set! So that's what's in the works! That being said, FYI the title might change... (I promise I am still working on these!)

...and back to your regular programming!!!

The Bad Boys of Clone Force 99

Sergeant Hunter

* What Does Beauty Look Like? (female!reader) one-shot, implied smut!

* the Right Attire (afab!reader) one-shot, smut

ARC Corporal Echo

* a Gala-ctic Evening (afab!reader) one-shot, but featuring a smutty *Part 2!

* Hot... in So Many Ways! (femaleMandalorian!reader) one-shot, but will eventually have a smutty part 2!

Crosshair

To Speak Without Words (female!reader) mini-series, WIP (just Ch. 1 rn, 2 is in the works!)

Somebody to Lean On (female!reader) one-shot, hurt-comfort

Tech

What Does Real Love Look Like? (female!reader) one-shot, but I couldn’t resist making a *Part 2! With a happier ending that’s starting to get a little smutty!

* Turn Ons (gn!reader) drabble/imagine

EnigmaTech (female!reader) mini-series, WIP (Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, ...) my Tech lives AU! (he lives, but they still gotta go get him, and Cross, and Omega, with reader's help!)

Concealed in a Touch (gn!reader) one-shot, touch-starved comfort fic!

Technically, it's Body Dysmorphia (female!reader) drabble/imagine - just a short comfort fic!

All

* Strong Women (female!reader) drabble/imagine - individually, but in one post

Triggered (female!reader) one-shot - deals with body dysmorphia, angsty comfort fic, all the boys being sweet towards reader

Shark Week (afab!reader) one-shot - periods suck, the boys are here to help!

The Boys in Blue - the 501st

Captain Rex

Angel Eyes (female!reader) one-shot, Rex is flirty because it felt like it fit him in this scenario! Reader is Chiss (look up Thrawn if this is new to you!)

Ancient Remedies (female!reader) one-shot, I guess it's a hurt-comfort, but Rex is the injured one and your job is to keep him from leaving medbay, for Kix's sanity of course

ARC Corporal Fives

What is Lost Can Also Be Found (female!reader) one-shot, sorta hurt-comfort but you’re comforting Fives, Fives Lives AU! (NEW)

Five for Fives (female!reader) one-shot, Fives Lives AU! (NEW)

The Knight in Shining Armor - Din Djarin

True Partners (femaleMandalorian!reader) mini-series, this one WILL get spicy - Ch. 1… WIP (NEW!)

Additional characters coming soon!

Credit Where It's Due:

Bad Batch boys dividers by @/djarrex

colorful dividers by @/saradika

(hyperspace headers/footers are my own)

Other

Lore rants: look for the tags “stardust rants” “zenith rants”, “infodump”, and “sw lore”

Science: I'm a space scientist by trade, so I have moments when I need to let my science out a bit. Those moments will be tagged as "secret scientist" and "Stardust rants" because my username is in fact, a pun. I could tell you more, but then it wouldn't be a secret, would it? ;P

no clone-cest here please!

#masterlist #zenith writes #the bad batch #tbb #tbb tech #stardust rants #secret scientist #Captain Rex #oh captain my captain #sergeant hunter x reader #tbb tech x reader #arc echo x reader #tbb arc echo x reader #TBB x reader #EnigmaTech #a gala-ctic evening #crosshair x reader

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