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Favorite Bounty Chapter 3

Series masterlist

Pairing: Din Djarin x afab reader

Chapter W/C: 9k

Chapter tags/warnings: SMUT!! (Ik, finally), vaginal fingering, blowjobs, oral sex, female masturbation, lil bit of angst, no use of y/n, reader being a horny cuss, getting caught, canon-typical violence, I'm probably forgetting stuff but let's just say im not, PLEASE READ AUTHOR'S NOTE UNDER THE CUT

Chapter summary: You and Mando get to know each other a bit more...intimately. Despite your frustrations, you learn that you really can't resist the man.

A/N: Hey, I'm going to go ahead and put it out there that these first few chapters will not be the best. Favorite Bounty was the first thing I ever wrote, so please keep that in mind. I have gone through and edited the small things so there is a bit of improvement from when it was originally posted to ao3. After chapter 4 is out, every chapter after that will be brand new and will have better grammar/writing. Thanks for reading! :)

***

You wake up stiff as a rock.

When you open your eyes, you don't recognize your surroundings through the grogginess of sleep. You only panic for a second though, before you remember where you are. 

Memories of last night begin to flood your head and you feel a blush creeping onto your cheeks as you remember why you probably feel so stiff. You had slept on top of Mando the entire night.

You have to stop the gasp that threatens to escape when your eyes come into focus and you realize that you are still in the same spot as you had fallen asleep in. You feel the cool metal of Mando’s breastplate biting into your cheek. 

You are laying sprawled out on top of the Mandalorian. Your hands are resting flat on his chest on either side of your head and your legs are almost straddling his torso under the blanket. 

You feel one of his hands resting gently on your back, his thumb absentmindedly stroking circles over your shirt. His other arm lays beneath his head, acting as a makeshift pillow. 

Your mind is screaming at you to jump up and get yourself away from the Mandalorian, but your body isn’t listening. You feel your muscles loosen as your eyes slowly flutter shut. Part of you wants to just pretend that you’re still asleep. Maybe if he thinks that you aren't aware of his subtle affection, he will hold and soothe you longer. 

You have a suspicion that he wouldn't want you to be aware of the gentle intimacy of the entire situation. He might have been okay with it last night, but for some reason, you know he wouldn't want to have so many emotions on display for you. 

To be honest, you think that Mando may be a little touch starved. The thought almost makes you giggle, and you have to catch yourself so as not to disturb your current position

You try to focus on the lazy circles Mando’s thumb is continuing to make to distract yourself from smiling. You can't seem to remember the last time you felt this safe and content. Kriff–maybe you were touch starved too.

It's surprisingly comfortable to lay on the heap of beskar, but you figure that feeling may come from the fact that it is Mando that you are on top of. It literally feels like one of your fantasies has come to life, and there is no way you are going to end it sooner than you need to. You would lay here forever if you had the option. 

You have no idea if he is still asleep or not, though if you had to guess it would be the latter. You figure you should savor the comforting feeling before he inevitably separates from you and resorts back to his old cranky self. Letting out a small sigh, you nuzzle your head onto his chest and allow yourself to let go of any worries for the time being.

Without opening your eyes, your brows furrow when you feel Mandos' thumb abruptly stop the soft motions on your back.

“Cyar’ika?”

If the sudden sound of the Mandalorian’s voice just barely crackling through the modulator hadn’t sounded so soothing, the intrusion would have made you jump. You worried that if you opened your eyes again, Mando would be gone and you would be laying alone in your cot, waking up from a dream. 

You wouldn't be able to stand it if all of this was just a figment of your imagination, so just in case, you kept your eyes tightly shut as you responded.

“Mhm?”

It wasn’t much of a response, but it was a response nonetheless. You shift your hands to fold under your chin so you can prop yourself up and off of the cold feel of beskar. When Mando stays silent, you risk slowly opening your eyes to peer up at him.

You sigh with contentment when you meet his gaze. You can't help but flash him a small smile as you make what you hope is eye contact. Seeing your admiration, Mando lifts his hand up from your back to rest it softly on your head, cradling you closer to him. 

You let your eyes droop slightly as he begins to stroke your hair. The intimacy of the whole situation is overwhelming enough to bring you to tears, but you hold them back and savor the moment instead. It's nice to know that he apparently doesn't mind you seeing his affections.

“Sleep well?” he asks you. You shiver at the sound of his voice. It's the same baritone as usual, but laced with traces of sleep. He sounds as at ease as you feel, and you love that he knows he can let his guard down around you. 

As you open your mouth to respond, you feel the ship lurch. Before you even realize what is going on, Mando has lifted you up by your arms and plopped you back down in the mess of blankets beneath you. 

As you try to reorient yourself, the ship moves again, almost as if something was pushing hard on the side of it. You look up to Mando, eyes wide with alarm and confusion. He is already running towards the ladder of the cockpit, presumably to check what's going on outside. 

You are standing by the time he jumps back down into the hull. 

“Damn pirates,” he answers your question before you have a chance to voice it. “Grab the kid and get into my bunk,” he instructs you. “The heat killed the rest of our fuel. We’re stuck on the surface until we get more.”

You gape at him as he struts to the gun locker and pulls out two blasters and a rifle. You can see the unmistakable tension in his stride as he rushes past where you are still glued to the floor. 

He starts to reach for the button so he can lower the ramp before he notices that you still haven’t moved. “Grab the kid and get in the damn bunk!” he barks at you.

The command sends you into motion and you fly to the back of the hull to retrieve the child from his closed hover pram. He was still sleeping and he startled when you snatched him up - you winced and made a mental note to apologize later. 

You make record time crossing back to hit a button with your open palm and clamber into Mando’s bunk. As you start to turn around so you could close the bunk door, you see the ramp of the ship slam down, letting a rush of cold wind blow inside. 

The pirates had blasted it open and caught Mando off guard. As he realized what happened, he swiveled around to face your direction before pulling the trigger on his blaster. You felt your mouth go dry at the image of the Mandalorian pointing a blaster your way, you are still too blissed out from this morning to understand exactly what he was doing. Your eyes screwed shut involuntarily as he pulled the trigger. 

When you opened them, you were in the dark. You quickly realized that he had shot the control panel to the bunk door, ensuring your safety if the pirates tried to open it. 

Honestly, he hadn’t even realized what he was doing until he had pulled the trigger. Mando knew that in reality, it probably wasn’t the best course of action, but what's done is done, no sense in overthinking it now. 

The pirates wouldn't be able to reach you and the kid if they discovered that you had been on the ship with him, and that's all that matters to him at the moment. With a quick shake of his head, he turns back to the now-open ramp and raises his blaster.

***

The sounds coming from the other side of the bunk door are muffled, but you can still hear the absurd amount of blaster fire ripping through the air. You stifle a gasp and hold on tight to the kid. 

Everything had happened too quickly for you to process it, one second you were laying in ecstasy on Mando’s chest, and the next you were stuffed into a dark room with only the kid to keep you company. 

You know that you need to remain calm in order to think straight, but there was nothing you could do about the panic building up inside of you. You didn't get to see how many pirates were huddled outside the ship, but judging by the number of shots you can hear now, it must be a lot. 

The kid shifts in your lap and you look down at him. You flinch as you hear a shot ring out close to the bunk and he jumps at your reaction. 

The reality of your situation is really starting to sink in, and you are now focusing on trying not to have a full blown panic attack in front of the kid. You never were the best at keeping your composure in scary situations, but you know you can tough through it for the sake of the little womp rat nestled in your lap. 

“Shh it’s going to be okay honey,” you tell the child as you gulp down your anxiety and squeeze him tighter to your chest. “Your daddy is going to handle it and we’re all going to be okay.”

You wish you could convince yourself of the words that come out of your own mouth. You try to stop the tears that threaten to fall as you move your hands to cover the kids ears. You know you can’t do anything else but wait right now. 

****

Din has two of the pirates down before they even realize what hit them. As he jumps down onto the surface, he scans the remaining pirates scrambling around. He counts six, maybe seven, before he lands.

It will be a challenge, but Mando knows that he is perfectly capable of taking the squad down in a reasonable amount of time. He makes sure to position himself in front of the opening of the Crest so that none of the gang members can slip past him and possibly discover what he has hidden on board. 

He sends a silent prayer to whoever is listening that the door to his bunk stays in place while he has his pack to it. He knows he would not be able to know if you and the child were revealed until the pirates tried to get past him, and by then it would be a struggle to get all of them down before one was able to get to you.

He grits his teeth at the thought but turns his attention to the criminals beginning to surround him. He raises his arm and shoots the one closest to his left, causing the one on his right to lunge at him.

He has that one down just as quickly as he had the one before him. He can see clearly now that there are only four members left, it shouldn’t take too much longer to have this thing over with. 

****

You figure it's only been about five minutes since the door had shut into the black pit of Mando’s quarters. Your heart rate has started to slow a bit and you are able to make out the outline of your hand when you hold it up in front of your face. 

There is a little less commotion from outside than before, but it's still enough for you to worry about the numbers Mando may be facing right now. You think back to earlier when you were curled up on top of him. 

To be honest, you are still confused about the sudden outburst of affection from the Mandalorian. You just hope it wasn’t pity. As much as it would make sense to think of it that way, the ordeal didn’t seem very one-sided. 

The way Mando had held you was warm but possessive, as if he was scared to let you go. The memory sends a shiver through your spine. You wish he was here comforting you now. You close your eyes and imagine being back in his arms with the kid in your lap. 

Why hadn’t he said anything before? You know that he had to have seen your slip-ups, and as much as you hated that idea, you also know that it means he would have known how you felt. 

Before you can come to a conclusion, you are pulled from your thoughts when light suddenly floods into the bunk. Your eyes snap open as you realize what happened and you make immediate eye contact with an unfamiliar face.

****

A sudden surge of panic shoots through Din’s veins as he swivels around trying to count the remaining gang members. He just downed two more of the four that had been left, but there was only one more crook in sight. 

He doesn't have much time to look around because the one still in view is dangerously close now. He let his guard down for too long, letting the thug get the advantage by closing in on Mando from the side. 

He sees the pirate lunging for him in his peripheral vision and fumbles with his blaster, startled by the unexpected movement. As he tries to get into position, the pistol slips from his grasp and falls into the snow with a heavy thud. 

He knows he doesn’t have time to bend down and pick it up before the pirate would be around his neck, so, trying not to panic, he rethinks his strategy. The Mandalorian curses himself internally for his mistake but quickly makes up for it by spinning on his heels to box the gang member in between his body and the side of his ship with his arms on either side of the crook. 

Before the pirate can understand what's happening, Mando brings his head down hard on top of the ugly stranger’s. With a deafening crack, the now unconscious pirate slumps down into the snow next to Mando’s discarded pistol. 

Now that the primary threat is disposed of, Din shakes off the ringing in his head and scoops his weapon up. As soon as he is steady on his feet, he hears a scream coming from inside of the ship. 

****

As you lay eyes on the pirate, neither of you move. 

A million thoughts run through your mind, telling you to run or push the pirate away from you, but your body doesn't seem to listen. You open your mouth to yell for Mando and feel your eyes grow wide in hopeless panic when no sound escapes. Only when you feel the kid struggle in your hold do you feel the vibrations climbing up your throat.

The next few moments happen in a blur. Before you can even blink, you see the flash of beskar coming up behind the pirate, who has now begun to move his arm towards you. Trying to come to your senses, you dodge to the side to miss the intruder's hand as he tries to grab your neck. You tuck the kid underneath your bunched up form and close your eyes, bracing yourself for the blows that are sure to come. 

As you settle fully into your protective stance, you hear a loud crack from outside the bunk. Your body jolts at the sound, but your mind immediately relaxes at the sound. You know what it means. You know the sound a skull makes as it collides with beskar. 

Slowly, you open your eyes and glance outside the bunk. Mando is standing there, unmoving. When you see the unconscious body on the floor in front of him, confirming what you already knew, you loosen your grip on the kid and sit up. 

The Mandalorian can see the tears brimming your eyes as he finally moves towards you, wrapping his strong arms around you and the child in your own. 

As he pulls you to him, you let out a shuddering breath and release the tears from your eyes. You run your hand over the kid's head, calming him down as much as you can. Though he didn't seem too concerned throughout the whole ordeal.

The three of you stay huddled up together for a moment before Mando pulls back. He turns around and nudges the body at his feet to the side, making room for you to step down from the cot.

He holds a hand out for you to take and eases you onto the floor. You give him an appreciative look as you find your balance. As soon as you are on your feet, Mando snatches his hand back as though he had been burned, like he suddenly remembered that you were capable of such a thing. 

Before you can open your mouth to question him, Mando has already bent down and thrown the body over his shoulder. Without another word, he turns around and walks to the open ramp of the ship to dispose of the pirate. 

Your brows furrow. What has him in such a hurry? You wonder quietly to yourself. Did you do something wrong? When he comes back, your feet are still rooted to the spot he left you. You open your mouth to say something but decide against it as he continues to seemingly ignore you. 

The kid has fallen asleep in your arms, which you find are littered with little blood spots, and after Mando makes it clear that he's not going to say anything, you turn on your heel to take him to his pram. 

“I'm going to put the kid down and get in the fresher,” you mumble over your shoulder, breaking the silence. You see him nod out of the corner of your eye and resume your task. You try not to let it bother you, but you feel your stomach drop at his changed demeanor. 

Not thirty minutes ago, he had gathered you into his arms, and now he’s treating you like a total stranger. Tears brim your eyes once again as you realize that maybe you had read too much into it. 

You try to resonate with yourself as you tuck the kid into the blankets in his pram. Maybe he was just shaken by the whole situation. Kriff, you know you should be a lot more concerned than you are. A few weeks ago, you would have been shaking in your boots. 

You’re not sure what changed, but you figure it has something to do with your trust in Mando’s abilities. You know that no harm would ever come to anyone he didn’t want it to, and so far, you have given him no reason to dislike you—you don’t think so at least. 

You try to shake the thoughts from your head as you close the child’s hover pram and make your way back to the main hull. You can hear the Mandalorian continuing to dispose of gruesome evidence before you lay eyes on him. 

He appears to have cleared an area around his messy bunk, and is now wiping the frame around it down with a wet cloth. You stand in the entrance, debating on whether or not to ask him if he wants help, but you decide against it when he looks up at you.

He holds eye contact just long enough for you to start squirming before he turns his helmet back to the task at hand. Your cheeks blush a furious color and you turn before he can get the chance to see your embarrassment. 

His nonchalant treatment hurts. You scold yourself for thinking that way, it's not like anything has changed just because he held you for five seconds. He was vulnerable and probably not thinking last night, it would be unfair of you to assume that anything is supposed to be different now. 

You brush your unshed tears away as you close the door to the fresher. Maybe you’ll feel better after a soothing shower. You turn the knob on the fresher all the way up and begin to strip out of your clothes. Once you’re done, you stick a hand into the stream to feel the temperature, stepping in once you are satisfied with the warmth.

The relief is instant as the water hits your back. You sigh as you feel yourself melt into the stream. You stare at the water swirling down the drain and try to focus your mind on anything but Mando. 

He seems to be controlling every aspect of your life at this point, not just your actions and emotions, but your thoughts as well. Come to think of it, you can't seem to recall the last thing you thought of or did that didn't have something to do with the man. 

You bring your hand up to let it run over your face, ignoring the water dripping off as you reach your chin. You are just now seeming to realize how exhausted you are. You open your eyes wide, trying to fight off the sleep threatening to take over them. 

To be honest, you’re not sure if the sudden change stems from the loss of adrenaline, the fact that you are still trying to wake up in the first place, or because of the constant facade you have managed to put on since joining Mando on the Crest. 

Whatever it is though, you just want to give in and fall asleep where you stand. If you’re asleep, you won’t have to put so much effort into walking on eggshells around Mando, and you won’t have to dwell on things that apparently don’t even matter. 

You decide that sleep sounds like the best plan you can make right now. After you finish washing up, you are going straight to your cot. 

You hear a heavy knock on the door as you reach for the shampoo and you have to try not to slip after the sound makes you jump. You must have been too tired to hear the tell-tale thump of Mando’s boots as he approached the door. 

You huff out a breath, trying to stop the irrational anger that threatens to take over from the scare. As you reach a hand out again, this time to steady yourself against the wall, he knocks again. Impatient bastard. 

“What is it Mando?” you ask in a tone a bit harsher than intended. You feel a blush rise to your cheeks at how childish you probably seem to him right now. Clinging all over him and then getting mad because he isn’t paying you the attention you thought he would. 

You hear him sigh behind the door before answering. “There’s a town not too far from here,” he cuts right to the chase. “I’m going to go and try to find some means of fuel.” His tone is still nonchalant, but you do better with brushing it off this time, your anger making it easier. 

“Okay,” you tell him, doing your best to sound just as uninterested as he did. He says nothing else, but you can hear him shuffling around outside the door almost as if he were hesitating. You roll your eyes, wishing he would go ahead and leave already. 

“Okay, I-...” he trails off mid-sentence with a frustrated sigh.  What else does he want? You begin to scrub shampoo into your hair as you wait for him to finish whatever it is he wants to say. You almost forget he is still standing there by the time he talks again. 

“I’ll be back soon,” he says. You can hear him walking off before you even get the chance to banter back. You give your head a shake and scrunch your face up. What the fuck? 

Whatever. As you step out of the fresher, towel in hand, you decide you’re not going to deal with his bantha-shit right now. If he wants to have an attitude, so let him. 

After you peek your head out the door to make sure Mando already left, you secure the towel around your body and pad over to your “quarters”. Despite the intrusion this morning, it’s still pretty warm in the crest so you pick out a satin sleep tank top and a matching pair of shorts. After pulling them on and checking to make sure the kid is still sound asleep in his pram, you lay down on your blankets. 

You realize relatively quickly that your master plan isn’t going to work. As much as you try to push every thought from your head, you find yourself staring at the ceiling with some taunting memory or thought playing on repeat. 

You huff in annoyance as you lift yourself from your cot, suddenly wide awake. How convenient. You walk around in the hull, looking for something to distract yourself for the time being. When you turn around to make a third circle, your gaze lands on the unfinished cloak you were making for the kid.

You sit back down and immediately get to work with the needle. You are already about halfway done so it shouldn’t take long, but you’ll take the welcomed distraction nonetheless. 

****

You end up finishing the project much quicker than you had anticipated. After hemming the edges–and stabbing yourself with the needle about ten times–you are able to call it done. It's not perfect, but you are proud of the results. You want to have the kid try it on right away so you can make any adjustments necessary but find him still softly snoring in his blankets. Great. 

You roll your eyes. There really is nothing to do on this maker-damned ship right now. It’s just been cleaned, you’ve already showered, and you had a snack while you worked on the child’s cloak. 

You curse yourself for being so awake as you rack your brain, trying to think of something–anything–to do. As per usual, you come up with nothing. Well… almost nothing… 

You sit down on your blankets and shiver as you let your hand wander to your chest. You inhale sharply as the pad of your finger grazes over your stiffening nipple. You know it's not a good idea, but just the idea of getting yourself off in Mando’s ship is enough to feel the arousal taking root deep inside of you. 

You feel your eyes flutter shut as you bring your other hand up to cup your neglected breast. You decide you’ll just be quick, you are way too pent up not to continue at this point. You can feel the frustration embedded deep in every pore of your body. Every muscle tense and every hair standing on end from the pure agitation flowing through your veins. 

You let a hand travel south as you make the realization that you need this. Mando shouldn’t be back for another hour or so, you have plenty of time to do what you need to do before he gets back. It’ll be fine. 

Eyes still shut, you snake a hand down the front of your shorts to swipe a finger over the thin cotton fabric of your panties, feeling the wetness that's collected there. 

“Oh, fuck,” you shudder at the contact you’ve been missing for so long. You bring your hand back up and push your shorts all the way down your legs, discarding them with a light kick when they reach your ankles. 

With that out of the way, you get your hands back to work, bringing them back to their earlier positions. You tweak your nipple as you let your hand roam into your panties, circling a finger around your clit just light enough to be a tease. 

As you begin to apply more pressure, an image of the Mandalorian forces itself into your mind. The memory of him sitting in the pilot’s seat in the cockpit, legs spread wide open, presenting a large bulge in his pants. 

You hiss as you let a finger dip into your wetness before dragging it back up to your clit. You can’t help but imagine that it's really Mando sitting in front of you, rubbing your sensitive bud and bringing you pleasure. You wonder if he would be quiet as usual, or if he would be vocal, finally able to express his thoughts and feelings after being so quiet underneath his helm.

Maybe he would praise you as he worked you through your orgasm, telling you you’re a good girl, letting you know how good you feel as he works a finger into you. You whimper at the thought and start making faster, tighter circles on your clit. 

“F-Fuck, Mando!” you shock yourself as you call out his name, but you find yourself too close to the edge to care right now. You’re almost there, you can feel the coil in your belly getting ready to snap. One more pinch on your nipple or flick of your finger and you’ll be tumbling over. 

Your movements are sloppy as you focus on your end goal, one last touch and-

“Having fun?”

Fuck. Your movements stop abruptly as you hear the familiar modulated voice sounding from above you, but not before you feel yourself tip over the edge. Your entire body shakes and you keep your eyes locked shut out of embarrassment. 

“Ah, f-fuck!” you practically scream as you continue to convulse involuntarily. You absolutely hate how much it fuels the fire to know you’ve been caught by the same man you were fantasizing about just moments ago. 

Even after you come down from your high, you refuse to open your eyes. As flushed as you know your body is right now, you feel an impossible heat flood through you, turning you an even brighter shade of red. As you lay there in shame, you think that you have never been more humiliated in your entire life.

You stay put for what feels like an eternity before you finally find the courage to crack your eyes open. You realize quickly that you can't see much else than the Mandalorian’s intimidating form looming over your quivering form. Nowhere for you to look but at him.

“Well?” his tone is not mocking, but you’re not dumb enough to think that it’s not genuine curiosity that has him repeating himself. Your eyes fill with tears as you attempt to meet his gaze, only to shy away again when you feel the weight of his heavy stare. 

You open your mouth to say something but find that the most you can muster is a small squeak. A tear trickles down your cheek and into your hairline as you watch Mando cock his head to the side, a silent tell that he is not going to give up until he gets an answer. 

The asshole knows what he's doing, he knows that you want this, that you are embarrassed, that you are aroused because of it, and that you are dying for him to touch you already. Even so, he looks into your eyes for permission, which you grant with a slight nod, as he brings a hand up to rest on your bent knee. 

Your eyes flutter shut as he begins to draw slow circles with his thumb over your bare skin, only to jolt back open when he speaks for the again. 

“Nuh-uh, sweet thing,” he starts, bringing his other hand up to grab your chin between two fingers. “I asked you a question.”

You gulp as you feel your eyes widen at his boldness. The grip he has on your chin isn’t too tight, but it’s enough to both intimidate you and have you biting down on your bottom lip to stifle a moan. He sees your internal struggle and chuckles darkly, causing you to shudder as he tilts your face up to meet his helmet. 

“Answer me cyar’ika,” he tells you and you know by the way he gives your chin a light squeeze that this is the last warning you would be getting before he decided to either lunge for you or stop his actions completely.

“I was,” you mumble, barely coherent to him. 

“What was that?” he asks, leaning in so that your nose almost bumps into his helmet. “I didn’t quite hear you.”  He brings himself over you even more so that he can slot his head next to yours as if he were going to whisper something into your ear. 

The weight of his body is surprisingly comforting and it brings you a newfound sense of comfort. You take a deep breath and turn your head so that your lips are brushing against the side of his own, right where his ear would be. 

“I was, Mando,” you say, louder this time. “Until someone had to interrupt me and ruin my fun.”

Mando stills at your accusatory tone and it almost scares you how quickly he jolts back up to a standing position. 

“Well,” he retorts, “Maybe someone should have picked some place other than the floor of my ship to indulge in their pleasurable desires. Your face flushes a bright shade of red at his response, and you find yourself curling up to make yourself a little smaller. 

Once back completely on his feet, Mando straightens out and tilts his helmet up to gaze down at you. “If you wanted some help, sweet thing,” he says, “you could have just asked.”

Your eyes widen once again at the sight of the imposing man pinning you under his gaze. You want to pinch your arm so you can try to convince yourself that this is even real in the first place. Never in your life would you ever have imagined yourself to be in this situation–dreamed of it,  sure–but never actually thought it would come true. 

“Are you still offering?”

His head jerks back down at your words and his hands fly to your body quicker than you can blink. One of them flying to your breast and another landing on your stomach. You are back helmet-to-face once again as he begins to trail the hand on your stomach downward towards the band of your now-soaked panties. 

You close your eyes in anticipation as his fingers drag lightly across your skin, sending a shiver up your spine. His fingers groping your breast tweak your nipple, making you cry out as you feel the cot dip with the weight of his knee coming up to settle between your legs. 

“I suppose I could be persuaded,” he says in a low voice that makes you shudder. “What's in it for me?” You know that he only says the last part for show, but for some reason the sentence sends a fresh wave of arousal through you. 

You think that this must be Mando’s idea of roleplay. It fits perfectly for a bounty hunter; he has something to hold against you, you need help that only he can provide you with, he will grant your wishes if he can find a mutual benefit. 

He pinches your nipple once again when you remain silent–you seem to be at a loss for words more frequently than usual. 

“I-” you start to talk but stop when the embarrassment of what you are about to say catches up. You dart your tongue out to wet your lip before continuing. “I can make you feel good, Mando,” you say, looking right up into his gaze with your best doe-eyes. He curses under his breath when he feels his cock twitch at the sight unfolding beneath him. 

He knows he won't be able to keep up this facade he’s put on to try to gain the upper hand. You are his weakness, and he knows that you know it–subconsciously or not. He bites his tongue and  pretends to think about your offer before giving his feedback. 

“Sounds fair to me.” You can hear the lust thick in his voice, and if that wasn’t enough to make you moan in itself, the finger that suddenly dips farther into your panties to tease your clit certainly did it. Mando has to suppress a groan at the way your body responds to him at the slightest movement. 

Upon hearing your mewls and cries, he feels his canvas pants grow unbearably tighter. In this moment, he would give anything just to be able to lay by your side and hear you make those sweet sounds for however long he pleases. 

He uses the pad of his pointer finger to start rubbing slow, barely there circles over your clit, smirking under his helmet when he feels you buck up into him in search of more pressure. 

“You sure you want this, cyar’ika?” he asks. Even though you are caged beneath him, willingly handing your body over, he still wants to make sure you aren’t going to regret this. Mando often finds that his mind revolves around doubt.  Whether it has to do with a bounty, the kid, or you, he always feels like he is going to do the wrong thing. 

What if you get your release and then decide that all of this was just a mistake? What if you decide you want to leave the Crest, want to leave him? He is well aware that he doesn’t treat you the way you deserve to be most of the time, so why would you want to stay in the first place? 

Mando tells himself that he is distancing himself in order to protect you, but he knows deep inside that he is a selfish man, that he keeps you at arm's length to protect himself. If he has nobody to protect, nobody to care about, he has nothing to lose. He is safe, he is fearless. 

He is brought out of his spiraling thoughts when you speak from beneath him, your sweet voice taking hold of his hand and pulling him out of the deep hole he keeps digging himself into. 

“Mando,” you start, bringing a hand up to rest on the side of his helmet, as if cupping his cheek. He shudders at the gentle touch and you smile warmly, providing a sight that melts his worries away. “I want this,” you stroke your thumb over the place it's resting as he leans into your touch. 

“I want you.” 

That's all it takes for Mando to throw away any doubt and let himself give in to the desires you seem to fill him with. Just for once, he figures, fuck it. He’s not stupid, he knows that eventually he would have to give in to you. Part of the reason he treats you the way he does is because you are so goddam frustrating. 

Your perfectly molded face, your honey sweet voice, the delicate way you handle the child. The way you care for the both of them, giving all that you have to ensure that they are well fed, well rested, and in tip top condition. It scares him half to death how much he really has come to care for you, but how could he not? 

He simply wouldn't be able to bear it if you left. None of his fears matter now though, all that he can think about is finally giving you the treatment, the pleasure, you deserve. Now that he is sure that you feel the same way, it's like a wall has come down, allowing him full access to what’s been hidden behind it for so long. 

He shakes his head as if trying to get rid of any thoughts that reside there as he starts to move again. He picks you up and carries you to his bunk, plopping you down on the sheets and causing you to giggle.  You sit up with your elbows and look at him looming over you between spread legs, moaning as he shoves his hand back into your panties, letting a finger dip down lower to tease into your soaked cunt. 

“Oh, f-fuck, Mando,” you keen under him and he has to try not to melt on the spot. His title has never sounded better. If only he could have the pleasure of hearing his real name fall from your plush lips. His eyes roll to the back of his head just from the thought. 

You look up into his visor as he eases a finger into your pussy, pumping it in and out a few times before adding a second. The delicious stretch has you clenching around his fingers, causing him to release a sharp breath through the modulator. 

You wonder for a second how many sounds his helm keeps from escaping, keeps from reaching your greedy ears. How often does he scoff at your light teasing, or laugh under his breath at your subtle jokes? You brush the thoughts away quicker than they came, you know you can never really know. 

Bringing your focus back to the man above you, you relish in the feeling of his fingers scraping against your walls, of his thumb brushing over your clit. You can feel your orgasm building up faster than you previously thought to be possible.

 Your legs are still shaking from the one you had granted yourself, and you feel a little overstimulated, but you find yourself not caring. When Mando crooks his fingers into that sweet spot deep inside you, you can't help the wave of relief that overcomes you. 

You cry out as he coaxes you through your second orgasm, continuing his ministrations, but at a slower pace. You look like heaven underneath him, hair falling onto the pillow and clinging to your face where sweat sheens. You look ethereal in your orgasmic haze, and the image alone is enough to make Mando’s cock twitch, making him buck involuntarily as his sensitive tip brushes the seam of his pants. 

You whimper as Mando whispers sweet praise into your ear, telling you how good you are for him, how only he can make you feel this good, how lucky he is to touch you in this way. You have never heard him speak this way, and honestly, you have a sneaking suspicion that he is too blissed out to know what he is saying.

As you come down, he removes his hands and starts to back away, unsure of what to do next. Your eyes snap to his retreating form as you sit up, a frown painted on your features at his sudden departure. He stops in his tracks when he sees your confusion. Your expression softens as you realize that he probably doesn’t know where to go from here. 

If you had to guess, you would say that Mando probably doesn’t have much experience with this kind of thing, and you would be right. The most he has done is find pleasure through brothels, maybe a few one night stands where he kept his armor on the whole time, always leaving before the sun rise. 

You suppress the urge to giggle when you notice the ever-growing tent in his pants, instead extending a hand as you settle at the end of his cot, legs hanging off the edge. It only takes him a second to figure out what you are asking for before taking a step forwards and placing a large hand in your own. 

You tug a little and he obeys your request, stepping closer until he stands in between your thighs. He looks down at you but doesn’t say anything and you take that as a sign to keep going. The corners of your lips tug into a smile as you release his hand to trace up his arm, all the way up to his shoulder which you mirror on the other side. 

You use his form to pick yourself up and stand in front of the cot, so close that your nose brushes the cool metal of his breastplate. Tilting your head to look up at him, you bring your hands slowly back down to lay flat on the beskar in front of you. Your turn.

Catching him off guard, you push him back slightly and then turn around while keeping your hands on him, making him switch positions. His breath hitches but he still doesn’t move, clearly wanting to see where this is going. 

You smirk at him and use one hand to push him again until the back of his knees hit the bunk, forcing him to sit down on the end. His face is almost level with yours in this position, and it brings you a newfound sense of confidence. 

You take your hands away from him and turn around, watching his hands try to catch your hips in your peripheral. You step away quickly though, just out of reach as you grab hold of the hem of your shirt to slowly bring it up over your head. Your smile widens at the pained groan that comes from behind you as you let the article fall to the floor by your bare feet, leaving you in just your ruined panties. 

Mando visibly stiffens when you turn back around, bottom lip caught between your teeth and hands brought up to fondle your perfect tits. His cock gets painfully harder at the sight and he has to clutch the blankets beneath him in order to keep his hands off his cock. The intimidating look in your eye gives him enough of a hint not to. 

He never thought that he would like to submit to anybody in any circumstance, but something about the way you stare down at him makes him reconsider. He seems to always be in charge–he always has to be–the thought of having someone else dominate him seems almost refreshing, though he thinks that he might feel differently if it wasn’t you. 

You keep padding over to him until you are close enough to put your hands on his thighs and lower yourself to your knees. A blush threatens to rise to your cheeks as you recall the last time you had been in a position like this, patching up a wound for Mando whilst trying not to jump his bones. 

You close your eyes for a beat as you take a deep, calming breath before focusing your gaze back to his helmet. You can't tell if the tremor you feel in your hands as you bring them up to his crotch is from your previous orgasms, nerves, or excitement.

When he feels your fingers start to work at his zipper, he pulls your hands away. You frown up at him, arching a brow to silently ask why he stopped you. 

“Cyare,” he starts, watching as you pull your hands back a little and cock your head. “You..” he sighs heavily, trying to find the words to say. 

“You don’t have to do that, cyare,” he says, finally. You roll your eyes and push his hands back out of the way, fingers finding his zipper once again.

“I know I don’t have to, Mando,” you say, training your eyes to watch your hands as they work with the clasp of his pants. “But I want to.” You feel him shudder underneath your touch as you unzip him completely and make a loose fist to let your knuckles lightly run across his length. Your eyes widen at how much bigger he looks without the pants in the way, only the thin fabric of his boxers concealing him from your hungry gaze. 

“Besides,” you look back up to him, “I am a woman of my word after all.” 

You don’t give him any time to respond before you are reaching into his boxers and wrapping a hand around him. He jerks up into your fist and you have to stifle a moan at how thick and warm he feels with your fingers wrapped around him. 

Pulling him out completely, you lean forward to taste the pearl of pre-cum that's collected on his tip. He bucks up and groans at the feeling of your tongue grazing his most sensitive part, there’s no way he’s going to last long with your mouth on him. The sounds he makes are absolutely sinful, and you have to bite your lip before moaning yourself. 

“F-fuck, pretty girl,” he says when you lick up the bottom of his shaft, trailing the vein that runs there. He hasn’t felt this good in a long time, and he knows it's going to be hard not to come in your mouth the second you take him. 

You smirk at his words as you lean back and use your hand to smear your saliva further around his cock, giving small jerks each time you meet the base. When he moans again, you take pity on him and wrap your lips around the head of his cock, closing your eyes as you suck gently. 

His hips shift, bringing him further into your mouth, and one of his hands fly up to settle in your hair at the sudden warmth engulfing his dick. You quickly pull off of him, watching a string of spit break and fall onto your chin. You tsk at him when he whines from the loss. 

“Nuh-uh, Mando,” you say in a slightly teasing but firm tone, “Keep your hands to your sides for me.” You can tell you are pushing your luck by ordering him around from the way he stiffens, but he obeys none-the-less, fisting the sheets with white knuckles. Maybe you should call him a good boy next time. You have to try not to laugh at the thought.

Satisfied with his compliance, you get back to work, this time taking more of him into the heat of your mouth. You moan around him as you take him deeper, sending vibrations through his spine. As you relax your throat to take more of him down, you begin to wonder if you will be able to. He's bigger than average, sure, but his girth is what makes you nervous. 

You bob your head up and down, trying to keeping eye contact with Mando. You can tell he is struggling to keep his composure, and it delights you much more than you would have thought. Finally, you are able to nestle your nose in the dark curls at the base of his cock. You sigh around him and you can feel him twitch in your mouth, a sign that he's getting close.

You use your tongue to swirl around the tip of his cock when you bring your head up, and each time, you feel him shiver above you. It really shouldn’t surprise you how sensitive the Mandalorian is considering he’s always glued to his armor, but for some reason, it does. 

He whimpers above you and you know that he's about to spill over the edge. Smirking around him, you bring a hand up to fondle his balls, pushing him to his limit. 

“S-shit!” he growls almost incoherently as he spills into your mouth, shooting ropes of cum down your throat. You are more than happy to swallow all that he gives you, but he carries a big load, and you can feel it start to dribble down your chin. 

As he stills, you pull your mouth away from his softening cock. You grin as you watch his form shake from the intensity of his orgasm, reveling in pride and the fact that you get to be the one to bring the ‘feirce Mandalorian’ so much pleasure. 

He watches you with hooded eyes as you swipe your thumb across your bottom lip to collect the cum that leaked out of your mouth. When you push the digit between your lips, he groans once again. 

“Fuck, cyar’ika,” he says, voice laced with both arousal and exhaustion. “That was..” he trails off as he watches you scoot forward on your knees and tuck him back into his pants. He doesn’t finish, he can tell that you know what he means. 

You stand up and stretch before placing a hand on his shoulder to push him down so that he is laying flat on the cot. He can see the tired look in your eyes and knows what you are asking for. You watch as he scoots back to the end of the cot, making sure to leave room for you. 

You glance at the childs pram across the hull to make sure he is still asleep before you climb in behind Mando, closing the door to the bunk behind you. He opens his arms in invitation and you gladly accept, climbing up to tangle with him, head resting on his chest and leg swung over his torso. 

Nothing is said for a few moments as he brushes his fingers through your hair, lulling you slowly to sleep. Eventually, when you feel yourself begin to doze off, he breaks the silence. 

“Thank you, sweet thing,” he says quietly, “for everything.”

You smile into his chest and he hugs you tighter to him. You don't have to say anything for him to know that you want to tell him the same. One good thing about Mandos’ whole ‘no speaking’ thing–he knows how to read you. 

You just hope he can't read everything. You are trying to ignore your feelings right now, but you feel conflicted. You want to ask him why he seems to get so distant, why he was being so weird earlier today, you want to tell him that if he feels differently about you, to let you go.

But on the other hand, you also want to beg him to hold you forever, to take you with him wherever he goes for the rest of your life, you want to tell him that you belong to him, that you want him to belong to you. 

For now though, you can't seem to do either as you succumb to the tiredness that takes over your body. “Youll have to make up your mind,” you reason with yourself as you drift off. You ignore the voice though, perfectly content to stay in the middle ground, wrapped in Mando’s strong arms as you fade from consciousness.

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Thank you for reading!!

[legally-lupin]

A trip to Mandalore- din djarin x Jedi fem! reader

A/n: this story is from the top of my head and what I briefly remember from the new season. Also mandos N1 star fighter can hold 2 people plus grogu and I have not proofed it so i apologies for any mistakes. Enjoy <3

Summary: when a trip to the ‘cursed’ planet goes wrong

As the ship landed on the green planet Mandalore. All communications cut off from the outside galaxies you felt uneasy

“Din are you sure this is safe” you looked around the seemly isolated planet as the mandalorian turned to look at you his helmet tilting.

“Mesh’la I will not let anything happen to you” you felt a gloved hand reach for your leg. You huffed feeling anxiety sitting at your chest. 

“R5, you ready? I’m gonna need you to scout ahead and analyze the atmosphere.” His modulated voice cracked as he sent the droid on his way with a few beeps of protest the droid went to scout

“Don’t be a baby Just take an air sample of those ruins” hand still on your leg stroking it slightly making you feel a little better with grogu on your lap the kid looks for the droid and whimpers in worry.

“Hey I’m sure R5 will be fine” you said to the little green child he just coos in response

“Here kid you can watch him on the scope” grogu moved from your lap to dins watching the map beep

“R5 come in can you read me?” The beskar covered warrior grunted

“It’s probably just interference” you said putting your hand on Dins grogu whined again for the droid. The Mandalorian had enough

“Fine I’ll go get him. Normally, this is droid work. I was hoping to avoid going out there. I’ll pressurize my helmet, here put this on ner cyar'ika. . seal yourself in your pod kid. Be right back” the canopy opened din steps out to search for the droid and you held your breath the mask that was on you would protect you but you don’t want to take a chance.

You waited a while until he came back with the droid that looked like it’s seen better days

“You got an analysis on the atmosphere yet?” The droid beeped in response projecting its findings

“The air is breathable the charts are wrong” the mandalorian relaxed

“So Bo-Katan was right mandalore is not cursed” you inputted smiling at his composed body

You all made your way down to the mines the once filled centre was now deserted you held on to the mandalorian as he jet packed down as you trekked through the mines you hear a deep growl your hand on your lightsaber

“Hey din I don’t think we -“

All of a sudden you were thrown to the other side of the wall with a loud thump

“Y/n!!” Din fought the cyborg scavenger but failed injecting him with an immobiliser and taking him away. You were out of sight as you made your way to the kid weakly

“Go get Bo-Katan” you stood up watching the kid zoom out with a huff and a quick Bacta spray on your wound on your arm.

You snuck up on the scavenger and with the help of your lightsaber took one of the legs off. The creature screeched throwing a piece of metal at you but using the force you aimed it right back at him after successfully dismembering it. It came alive again this time through its eye you made quick work of it by blowing it up via the force.

Once the creature was out the way you limped over to din cutting the ropes that held him and dragged him to a safer spot you put his head in your lap injecting him with a stim.

The mandalorian mumbled in your arms.

“It’s ok din just rest for now”

About 20 minutes had passed and Bo-Katan and the kid entered

“Bo-Katan. He found you” you looked up at the women she removed her helmet and kneeled next to you

“Yh but seems like you had it handled” you smiled din mumbled in your arms again

“Grogu I am so proud of you” the kid giggled

“You was right you know. Mandalore is not cursed” Bo katan eyes widened at your words

Din came to his senses and sat up. You pulled him into a big hug

“Oh. Din im so glad your ok” he pulled you closer to him

“Thank you for rescuing me” you felt the cold beskar helmet on your cheek his way of giving a kiss

“Always”

After some rest the four of you made your way to the living waters

“Here we are” you looked at the huge water filled room

“This is the way” you hear din say before taking his cape off and making his way to the waters

“I swear on my name." "And the names of the Ancestors, that I shall walk the way of the Mand'alor... and the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart." As he said those words he was dragged under you screamed his name

“Stay here I’ll get him” Bo-Katan went under you stood by the water waiting after a few minuets they came back

“Din oh my stars how many times today” you laughed pulling to you. His wet body melted with you as his hands wrapped around your waist.

“As long as I’m with you I think I’ll survive” he lifted his helmet slightly placing a kiss to your lips

[catpop2]

Post Mandalorian season 3 thoughts

So some thoughts about the finale and the show in general. At first I was a little salty about how Bo got the saber and the “right to rule mandalore”, but I remembered soon after- Din never wanted to be leader, he wanted to just exist, chill and raise his son. Everyone technically got their perfered ending. And I mean... There is still posibilites for Manbo (The better ship name over Dinbo), if people really really want that, based on the way they ended the season. Djarin is taking his son abroad while wifey works- Anyways, speaking about manbo- I dont mind it, based on what we got with the characters- Djarin has waaayyy more chemistry with Bo then with Luke, a favourite for him to be shipped with- But yeah, I feel like they have a very sound platonic family thing going. And Gideon- Dont get me started on Gideon. Man is deathly afraid of Djarin cuz like, the shiny metal man can murder you and can reignite the spark in folk who have long given up, anyone would be terrified at a rabid paternal man charging at you- Especially one that has beaten you up before. I understand the need for scary droid beskar suit- But damn is he stiff and robotic in that drip, no stealth at all. ALSO, a lot of times during DISNEY star wars battle scenes, the main characters dont get hit alot- BUT OH BOY Din can take so many fucking hits by so many diffrent things and still get up. I dont think its just the suit- Like the man is ungodly durable compared to everyone in similar beskar. ALSO this season Djarin is just running everywhere, which is really funny, he really do be slipping and sliding from one planet to the other. Anyways Gideon has entered his emo era and had a tantrum over his clones, which was amazing, that voice modifier sheesh- Really wants to be Vader that guy.

Also the whole “Din Grogu” thing is really funny, because in hungarian our names when said out loud begin with the last name and end with the first name- So if “Din Djarin” means his actual name is “Djarin” that would be real funky- Or they are just saying that Grogus name is basically a big sign that says “Grogu, Son of Din”, which is equally as nice. At this point, im going to do a power move and use both Din and Djarin when refering to him, BECAUSE ITS FUNNY AS SHIT TO WATCH PEOPLE STRESS OVER THIS.

[justagalwhowrites]

Im thinking of writing a book, do you have any tips to get started? Just planning out the plot, characters and whatnot

OMG HI BESTIE!

I'm so excited for you to write a book!!! That's amazing!! It's going to be fabulous :D

So I may not be the very best person to ask about this? My creative writing is all pretty intuitive but I can share with you how I think about stories (both fics and novels) and how I approach writing. Hopefully you find it helpful?

To start with, I decide the kind of story I want to tell. This is often very vague at this stage (for fics, it'll be a universe I find interesting.) Using Lavender as an example, I started with "What would it be like for someone to love Joel through his trauma?"

Then, I think up a character I want to write (all my books and fics have female POV main characters so I'll be using she/her pronouns throughout for this.) Who is she as a person? What are her core drives? What's made her into the person she is today? What does her daily routine look like? What about her makes her friends go "Oh that's so her thing"? What is going to drive her to action? For Doc, she's defined by her loving and caring nature. She tries to overcome her feelings of abandonment and loss by loving people very hard. She loves the soft and beautiful things about life and tries to make the sad, dismal things in her life better by making them beautiful. She appreciates small things and often finds motivation through small things. She is a caretaker by nature and will do damn near anything to help someone, especially if it's someone she loves.

Next, I pick a starting point and and ending point for the story. Usually, the starting point is right around the time that things change in a characters life and the core conflict/arc is going to be introduced. The end point is when that is resolved. For Lavender, the story starts just as Doc and Joel first start to become more than friends. I'll keep quiet about where it ends for now :)

Then, I look at what changes need to happen to a character to get them to the end point and make them who they are to meet that resolution. I'll design plot points accordingly. For Doc, I wanted her to be able to empathize with Joel's trauma, so I put in McCarthy, the death of Jessica and the miscarriage. Then thought through how she'd respond to those things, how Joel would respond to those things, etc. I wanted to make sure they stayed connected and tried to create an immersive reality with the QZ so I set up some conflicts within the QZ for them to navigate and tried to place those conflicts appropriately in the story. I wanted Doc to have some romantic ties outside of Joel that would drive Joel to reflect and start to change, hence the Tommy arc. All things designed to drive the characters forward through the plot.

Finally, once I think I've got the big plot points down and I think I know how I'm getting characters from point a to point b, I just kind of write it out. Sometimes a conflict will rise and resolve in a chapter, sometimes it will take 3 or 4. I try to not force it and let the characters drive the action. My plots stay a bit fluid because of this - I don't like shoehorning characters into unnatural places. That can lead to some unplanned detours, though! (In Beskar Doll, Din and Doll weren't supposed to actually have sex until after the Tatooine arc but it ended up happening damn near 10 chapters sooner because it just didn't make sense for them to NOT do it anymore. Things adjusted accordingly.)

Anyway, that's kind of my method! I'm not sure I can fully recommend it but it does work really well for me. I think you need to kind of decide if you want character or plot to be the main driver of your action and kind of plan accordingly? For me, it's always felt like the characters can exist and do things without the plot so that's where everything kind of flows from.

Thank you for asking! I'm sorry this was 1.7 million years long but I hope it helped. Love you!!

[questforgalas]

Thoughts while watching Ahsoka Ep 4!!

(wow was this a rollercoaster, get ready for a lot of caps lol)

Seriously so in love with the set design

I’m gonna say it, I love Rosaria’s Ahsoka, she’ll never top Ashley’s but I love this portrayal of grown up, v traumatized, had to mature way faster than she wanted Ahsoka

Seriously this cinematography and set design is gorgeous

Ooooo mysterious droids

Utterly obsessed we get a live action night sister like so fucking cool

FALLEN JEDI?!? THATS THE EPISODE TITLE???? Fuck me

Gawd Sabine’s armor in live action is so cool

Ugh Ahsoka is so traumatized over Anakin. My wittle babygirl

NO HUYANG!!!!

UM OK POP OFF HUYANG THROWING HAYMAKERS LIKE A CHAMP

Is that the first ever droid brawl in Star Wars??? Absolutely amazing

SABINE USING THE BESKAR

A JEDI AND A MANDALORIAN

I LOVE AHSOKA WITH HER WHITE SABERS

“Stay together. You always did better that way. In my opinion” PARALLELED TO OBI WAN’S “we’ll be fine as long as we stick together” SOMEBODY SEDATE ME OH MY GOD

Jacen 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Oh my god Hera bringing Jacen and pulling the “when you’re a general but for now you’re my kid” line what a freaking boss ass mom

CARSON

Lord almighty Ray Stevenson was so good I’m so sad he isn’t able to enjoy this fucking killer performance he delivered

Oooo great robe drop Shin

Oh my fucking god do I love Ahsoka’s cocky slow eye flick to Marrock she is so good with the quiet confidence (that’s so Obi-Wan by the way)

Yo this fight choreography is fucking sick

AHSOKA PULLING AN OBI WAN AND MAUL IN THE DESERT AYO FILONI I SEE YOU

Fucking Jedi and their dramatics with robes lol

COMING OFF THE BAT WITH AN ANAKIN MENTION OHOHO BALON

“Really? He never mentioned you” AHSOKA YOUR ANAKIN IS SHOWING

Do you think Anakin and Obi-wan’s force ghosts are munching some popcorn positively giddy watching their padawan sass and slay like a legend?

How dare you mention her walking away Balon

Yes babygirl slay

Um such a good tennis match of dialogue here between Balon and Ahsoka???

Oh my god she’s so fucking beautiful 😭😭

Absolutely in love with the quiet of this scene, hearing the hum of the lightsabers and Ahsoka’s steps as she circles, felt so meditative and suspenseful at the same time

This happened so long ago but so funny that Marrock was the subject of every pre-series theory and he ended up being just some dust dude lol

Very cool shot of Sabine’s helmet in the forefront as Sabine fights with the lightsaber in the background

Yasss use that beskar Sabine

“Your legacy and your master’s is death and destruction” Balon come over I just want to have a chat

Ohhhh your padawan is potentially dead and you lose all focus?? Wonder where you learned that from Ahsoka

Smart move Balon going right for the family feels

Oh fucking hell Sabine honestly? He’s a white boy with blue hair he’s not worth it

Love the noises the map makes, sounds like a video game

JACEN’S FORCE SENSITIVE LET JACEN BE FORCE SENSITIVE

THE WORLD BETWEEN WORLDS?!?!? THEY ACTUALLY DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok but the way my eyes immediately welled up when “Hello snips” echoed

Ok the fucking eye acting with the “Hello snips”?? In a split second she went from cool, calm, collected Ahsoka assessing her bizarre situation to surprise, eagerness, and youth in a split second

IT’S HAYDEN’S VOICE OH MY GOD IT’S HAYDEN’S VOICE HAYDEN SAID SNIPS IM GOING TO THROW MYSELF OFF OF A BRIDGE OH MY GOD IM SOBBING

IT’S. ANAKIN. HE. IS. STANDING. RIGHT. IN. FRONT. OF. HER. FOR. THE. FIRST. TIME. SINCE. BEFORE. MANDALORE. I AM A BLUBBERING MESS OH MY GOD I DIDNT EXPECT IT TO HIT ME LIKE THIS OH MY GOD OH MY GOD LOOK AT THEM HIS EYES ARE SO FOND SHE’S SO HOPEFUL JUST AT THE MERE SITE OF HIM I WILL NEVER RECOVER FROM THIS

UGHHHHH and then the fade out to the horns of Vader's theme holy shit Filoni

[johaycc]

Sorry im sensing so many asks in a row 😭😭😭 i just keep remembering things i love like how direct ayukw is like din im not pretending . Im flirting with you. Because im attracted to you. Like din can you hear him??? Pls hear him??? Hes fighting so hard for this to not be a miscommunication situation i love him. Din pleSe hear ur husband who loves u so much!!! Also If its ok for a request do u think ayukw would ever try on dins helmet?? Or mb very ooc thats fair just wondering. Or fight pt 2 except now theyre married? The last fight scene was fun to read!! I had no idea ayukw was so good i guess thats me being silly its be so fun to see what happens now that they know each other better and din KNOWS how good ayukw is + his 'taunts' are fun to see and read din react to ie against boba fett. but obvi whatever you think is best/want to do. Love your story excited to see where it goes!! Also the wedding was so cute ahh your hands are so cold yours are warm!! Plus the little fashion details like the clan leaders little bells or dins new cape (which hes taking such nice care of!!!!) and grogus new sweater / cape surprise !! So excited for that and nice to read and pretty sounding ahhh

Omg please don't apologize for sending multiple asks, this is my favourote thing ever. And thank you for saying so many kind words!!

I'm sorry for taking so long to reply, but re: A'Yuqw trying on Din's helmet, I had made notes on that a while back, when I was thinking of the possibility of an A'Yuqw POV. I dug it up, and this is what I wrote for that:

A'Yuqw tries on Din's helmet. It smells like him. Like the oil he uses to shine his beskar and rifle, the soap he uses on his hair and face, and his sweat. A dark rich scent that A'Yuqw can't get enough of. 

Yes, that's me saying that Din uses four-in-one body wash/face wash/shampoo/conditioner. lmao

I think it's totally in character for A'Yuqw, as one of my main character defining traits for him is his curiosity. So he would totally wanna try on the helmet lol. This just didn't fit anywhere yet.

Thanks again for saying hi, it was such a delight to read all your asks!!

[ominousmotion]

tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better!

Thank you for the tag @askeataiho!

1. Three Ships

The BC OT6, KassandraxFEvior, ImogenxLaudna

2. Last Song

The Last of the Real Ones - Fall Out Boy

3. Last Movie

I am realizing how much I have not been watching regular TV and movies bc I have only watched critical role for a while lol but I think the last movie I watched was Big Hero 6

4. Currently reading

I'm not currently reading anything but I did just finish some Mandalorian fanfic called Broken and Beskar by mediocremunge on Ao3

5. Currently Watching

I actually just finished this week's episode of critical role

6. Currently consuming

I have been playing Assassins Creed Oddesy for the past week and a half it's kinda consumed my life I love it

7. Currently craving

Routine ever since the semester ended my schedule is allll kinds of fucked up and I suck at creating routines for myself and I can't wait till the semester starts again and I have one

I'm tagging @there-is-just-me-myself-and-i @olli-you-son-of-apollo @tomorrows-unknown @my-im-bored-page @jupiter-balls @autopsy-im-ill @lnights @matelas @kaunisbaby

[saltsprite]

ALL THE FANFIC ASK MEMES and go in descending order from most recent works with [insert fic]

i dont know why i thought you wouldnt do this to me

@steine-druff & @ckerouac​ yall buckle up too here we go

(from questions for fic writers)

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?) tame! it’s short, very sweet, kinda domestic, easy peasy

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits? in this order, 1-5: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergent; Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot; Oral Sex; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Light Angst. .........yeah it me LOL

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics? well apparently my writing is very Horny lmao but i try to switch it up regularly and explore new things, so i don’t know that i can pin down just one thing! if i really had to, i try to write like a good film that holds the camera on its actors to just let their scenes breathe and their actors act

4. What detail in [tame] are you really proud of? cobb calling grogu ‘sweet pea’ hehe <3

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [secretary]? Answer it now! Q: is Din a little tsundere there? A: yes >;3

6. What’s one fact about the universe of [pearls before beskar] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself? pearls are a bitch to clean ;3

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of? i made two OCs to live in Mos Pelgo/Freetown, both completely accidentally named after towns in Texas -- a young woman named Odessa, and a big burly dude (gender-neutral) with a huge beard named Sweetwater

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)? i can’t really think of any! i also don’t usually adapt things 1:1 from anything, so even when i do take inspiration from a song it’s more about the general vibe or expanding on an idea in the lyrics 

9. How do you find new fic to read? i... need to get better at it ;lkdfj;ald

10. How do you decide what to write? first and foremost it has to Vibe hard enough that i can spin off from that initial kernel of an idea

11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is? i spend most of my time in DinCobb, but i am deeply fond of BobaCobb. like obviously DinCobb scratches a deep cowboy itch, but with BobaCobb, there’s just such an interesting dynamic of them both having (essentialy) worn Jango’s soul. it’s a profoundly tight thread that binds them together, reinforced by their mutual friendships with Din, that i just cannot get enough of

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you? “tropes”, more like “kinks” LMAO -- which is to say, that’s for me to know and you to try and figure out while you read my smut

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore? really just depends on who writes it! 

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer? YES. anything involving a power dynamic that’s kinda icky irl (like doctor/patient). also f/f version of a m/m ship. also BobaFen. 

15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written? that same old song and dance -- the one where Cobb and Din are both young bounty hunters hired on the same job and it goes tits-up when Cobb is accidentally drugged, and they fuck after they save each other and the drugs wear off; and then meet again in canon

16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)? im gonna fucken write a DinCobb Evangelion someday fuckin WATCH ME

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it? oh i already wrote that LOLLLLL my precious DinCobb Utena AU

18. If you wrote a sequel to [rabbit heart], what would it involve? take that predator trope and suplex it to break its neck by having wolf!Din become Cobb’s homemaker, so that jackalope!Cobb can come home to a happy pup of a man

19. If you wrote a spin-off of [sugar pie, honey bun(ny)], what would it involve? Fennec Shand with her fingers in her ears plotting out how much dick and pussy she’ll need to forget about this

20. If you wrote a prequel to [sweet like strawberry], what would it involve? oooohhh their first meeting, i think

21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in [once bitten, twice shy], what would it be? ch2, Raylan gets his hat back smelling like Ezra and only once he’s home and the door is locked he’s shoving his nose into the sweatband to huff Ezra’s smell and try not to jerk off about it (and fail)

22. Who is your favorite character in [four times lucky] and why? Boba Fett LMAO cheeky bastard <3

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to? lovers to enemies >:]

24. Are there any easter eggs in [take my revolution], and if so, what are they? as im typing out “ah jeez i don’t even use easter eggs” i am reminded that i am a stinky liar, i absolutely put Kaoru Miki and Himemiya Anthy in my Utena AU fic. i was gonna have a scene where Utena herself appears but i could never figure out how to do it gracefully so i gave up on that (because the trick to AUs is actually to change the AU to fit the characters, not to change the characters to fit the AU, so if i can’t do it gracefully then it’s a sign that the idea is shit)

25. What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write? Wookieepedia, thesaurus

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue? oh fuck these are both good challenges,,,,,,, at this point i’d say “fic that’s only dialogue” for the challenge 

27. How long did it take to write [the ground you walk on]? Describe the process. aka the one with the Boot Stuff. process was to 1) watch Cobb Vanth’s glorious return in TBOBF 2) get horny as fuck 3) whip this out in like a day in a fervent fugue state

28. Does anyone read your fics before you post them? If so, who? hahahahaha i never beta :’)

29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for [shrouded]? Explain your choices if you want! beautiful stranger, by halsey; want to be missed, by hayley kiyoko. idk why but the sapphics tap into a level of gay yearning that nears divinity for me

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter? ohhh definitely my 34k DinCobb Utena AU, so far. it taught me that outlines are what drive your story, if you don’t have an outline to fish-bone off of you’re gonna have a bad time

31. What’s your ideal fic length to write? 4k-ish? max

32. What’s your ideal fic length to read? tbh my upper limit is about 30k these days. not everything needs to be 100k!

33. If you write chaptered fics, what’s your ideal chapter length to write? Is it different from your ideal chapter length to read? this is so subjective based on the overall length of story haha but i usually only do oneshots 

34. What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life? any cats named Rusty, parental issues, anything a character does out of Responsibility 

35. What aspects of your writing are completely unlike your real life? first of all they’re fictional space DILFs, my complete and thorough opposite,

36. Do you visualize what you read/write? YES, it’s the second step in the process. step 1, VIBES. step 2, SEE IT. step 3, ATTEMPT TO DESCRIBE

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it? y’know what? i think i’ll do a couple. 1) waste not -- far as i know im the first to use the Virgin Cobb Vanth tag and you best believe i am smug as shit about that. he’s a lone wolf!! Mos Pelgo isn’t a place for him to live, it’s a place to protect!! 2) that same old song and dance -- it’s mentioned elsewhere in this post but i’ll plug it here again just because it was so much fun to write and i want people to like my dumb children

38. Did any of your fics get surprisingly popular (whatever that means to you)? Which ones? Why do you think they were so successful? salt in the wound, maybe! my first BobaCobb. i remain surprised that BobaCobb is so rare as it is, given the incomprehensibly intricate ways in which canon now binds these two together. but i think i was one of the first(ish) writers to feel like they needed their own fic space, and not just be in the background as leftovers from other pairings

39. Is any aspect of your writing process inspired by other writers or people? If so, who? everyone who mentioned that outlines help them write <3

40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person? ohhhh i reread. i likes my comforts foods :3 

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.” that’s what you’re good at, by ghost_teeth like.......... shit, fam.

42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason? ohhhhh, yes. a very sweet reader once said they liked my take on Din Djarin so much, they’d want me to write a whole novel of him TT^TT <3

43. If you take/write prompts: what’s your favorite prompt fic that you’ve written? n/a

44. If you take/write prompts: do you prefer dialogue or scenario/narrative prompts? n/a

45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic? pacing, i think, and being willing to let go of scenes that might not entirely fit

46. Do you prefer writing on your phone or on a computer (or something else)? Do you think where you write affects the way you write? pc for sure. i can write on my phone, but i prefer a keyboard. feels like the ideas come out faster on keyboard!

47. If [da capo (or: to the beginning)] was a pair of shoes, what kind would it be? Describe the shoes. the shoes you bought for an occasion that you didn’t think you’d like all that much, but are now part of your usual rotation

48. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it? Hallmark Meeting! it’s cute and deliciously smutty

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it! i’m gonna try my hand at some original long fic that i can hopefully shop around!  I don’t think. I kiss him.  Or, rather:  I tumble head-first into the sweet cavern of his mouth. By the flat of his tongue, he tucks me into the space where his top front teeth meets his soft palate and holds me there, safe and secreted. He holds me there, across my cheek, at my waist; he is the bank of my river, guiding me to flow into his lap. A blessing, his hands. Diligent, his kiss.

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about! there needs to be more anime in Mandalorian fic, and i mean that in ways i cannot fully articulate. like,,,,,,, not anime AUs necessarily but themes and storytelling styles and tropes more common in non-Western media

[wantonlywindswept]

mando liveblog 3.7 ( ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

i am both mad and disappointed, if ultimately entirely unsurprised

oh good, we get to watch bo-katan get the darksaber again

oh right gideon’s bullshit

still calling that they’re going to take all the storylines into other series and turn the mandalorian into a ‘din and grogu run from gideon’ thing bc that’s what worked for them before

oh god are we on coruscant again? with the imperial bitch? ughhhh not againn

he’s already got his outfit back? lame. you just got busted out of prison, suffer bad clothing choices!

oh no he actually looks MORE vader-y, what a poser

i do hate (which i understand is irrational) that the show has to be beholden to the sequels, bc. well. the sequels sucked.

PROJCET NECROMANCER ASDKLJFSG

oh so if gideon’s interest wasn’t in the clones shenanigans does that mean i can fuck around with him wanting to become the next dr demagolka? Forcibly Assigned Jedi At Experimentation

yeee bitches feel fear at thinking about mandalorians

‘the spies’ oh no

poor nevarro civvies, ‘ah shit not the empire again’

i wanna know how painting that giant mythosaur on the underside of the cruiser worked

ARE WE FINALLY GONNA SEE WHAT THE WHOLE WALKING TWO WAYS BULLSHIT WAS ABOUT? INDOCTRINATION YEA OR NAY

ahh hordes of mandalorians my beloved

din. din get on the side of the covert. din.

‘paz bout to start shit TIME TO USE THE TALKING HAMMER’

oh god the droid we all forgot about. again.

OH NOT A DROID IT’S A FUCKING JAEGER IM FUCKING CRYING ASLDKJADG

OH IT’S FOR GROGU??? IM FUCKIN

oh lord baby with a murder exoskeleton

OH

ONIDSFJAG

LETS THE BABY SPEAK???

runaway baby so happy ‘yessss i can murder now!!’

okay i know this is supposed to be funny but clearly the baby should not have the exoskeletON ARE THEY ROASTING THE BABY BIRDS???

man they just got a home and they’re already needing to leave again?

i’m sorry GROGU AS WELL? what. what. YHOW DOES THAT MAKE ANY SENSE NEVARRO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SO THEY COULD KEEP THEIR KIDS SAFE

big spartacus vibes here

oh ho ho, the armorer too?

lmfao everyone chillin and then there’s paz with his ginormous gun, love that for him. also wonder if my hc about him never actually setting foot on mandalore before despite being a vizsla is correct?

did we. at least land somewhere significant? and not just in the middle of nowhere?

ah good on top of a city at least.

oh

oh my heart

‘do you have food’

the first question asked

mandalorians have been here all along??

okay this hurts me but i feel like not for the reason they want it to, bo-katan DID abandon you in the end

are these the spies, this is going to Hurt Me

oh she admitted it

wait did we know about this deal before or is this new info? bo-katan cut a deal with gideon? i have not watched any of the animated series

oh thank christ finally confirmation the tribe is against Death Watch, even if descended from it

hmm does sound like a good reason for joint leadership

I SERVE YOU? WHAT?

what are these vibes my brain suddenly just sidestepped into the Mad Max universe

is the armorer gonna die to traitors

lmfao paz fucking down to fight over fucking checkers im sobbing

really ‘primitives’? i know we’re supposed to be like ‘oh assholes on both sides’ but paz is like 100000 times better than woves

BABY????

the fuck DID he learn from you then, din

oh wait

i know there’s the assumption it was din (and i mean. fuck yeah dinluke. but.)

what if all the stuff about grogu learning things

was from kelleran?

mythosaur?? pls??

no mythosaur :(

PAZ MAKING SURE THE BABY GOT OUT

what is it with mandalorians and giant lizards anyway

MY HEADCANON IS CORRECT, PAZ NEVER LIVED ON MANDALORE GO ME

nope not survivors

bigger vibes that they were led here THEYRE WEARING WHAT. FUCKIONG IMPERIALS IN BESKAR?? FLAMES! ON THE SIDES OF MY FACE!!

vanguard paz my heart

yeah this was totes a trap

OH SHIT DIN SEPARATED FROM THE BABY

wow the worst vader wannabe

...din forced down on his knees doe unf

somebody cut off this dude’s head

I WAS SO RIGHT HES THE NEXT DEMAGOLKLA PUT TOGETHER IT ALL AND YOU GET JEDI MANDO...clones? something. w/e

UH YEAH, YEAH YOU SHOULD HAVE BO

ah paz it about to die isn’t he

sigh

oh for fucks sake it wasn’t even a smart death you coulda closed it and then gone through

oh fake jedi bitches

i know this is supposed to be a badass honorable death but i’m too busy being mad about it

[buckyhoney]

HELLO I HAVE A DIN CONCEPT

For whatever reason, he lets you operate the Razor Crest. You're just happy because you've been begging him to let you be pilot for weeks now. He finally says yes. But he has other plans.

While you're in control, he's in the second seat, but then he's slowly tugging off his gloves. He reaches over and slips his hand into your pants, straight into your underwear, and starts toying with your clit until you're squirming, trying your best to keep the ship steady.

Din gets up, stands behind your chair for better access, and slips his fingers inside you, curling slightly. He's whispering in your ear with that raspy voice of his, telling you to stay focused, stay in control, and that bad girls don't get rewarded if they crash my damn ship.

Oh god, I think I need to go to jail. And just imagine how thoroughly he'd fuck you when, a few days later, you try to tease HIM when he's pilot. He'd out the Razor Crest in auto-pilot so fast, just so he could take his time with you 😫😫

teasing in the cockpit? yes please!

im obsessed with the idea of you trying to tease him while he's trying to pilot. you start by standing behind him, running your hands over the cool beskar while he begins to grip the controls tighter. you're asking innocent questions about your next destination while you move to the side of him. there is a pause of hesitation before you kneel in front of him.

din catches on to your plan but allows you to continue to slip between his parted legs. "don't mind me," batting your eyelashes, he adjusts in his seat. you reach out to palm him but your wrist is caught. "that's not how this works, mesh'la." even though you can't see his eyes through the helmet, you can feel how intensely they're staring.

he reaches over you to flip the controls into auto-pilot, "you're not the one who makes the rules remember?" you shudder at the rasp in his voice. "do i need to remind you?" din kneels in front of you, sliding his hand inside your pants.

[idungoofed]

Mando Comes To Earth

Part 1

So I actually posted this about a month ago, but then deleted as it just felt so BORING. Apparently I have issues with needing to set the scene to the last detail, but this time I cut A LOT, and I think it’s better now. I hope anyway, let me know if you fancy? Im still getting the feel after not writing for so long, so might be a bit flat in some parts. It’s still a long one, a bit slow to start but it’s kinda just the set up for what’s next.

This is part one and me being super self indulgent, the character is based on me such as the introverted, arty thing - and if I was single I’d be wanting that wisteria covered cottage too! No name though, and I think the only description is eye colour? So hopefully it’s easy to immerse into!

*Edited a while after posting, as some things didn’t seem to fit any more/ wasn’t true to what I feel Mandos character is, and because I can hurhurhur, no major changes tho!

Enjoy, I’m off to write and re write part two, byeeeee!

Warnings: None? Like one swear word? Does that need a warning? No smut here… YET! So minors go away please!

Word count: 2,794

Prologue - Mando

The Razor Crest shudders around the Mandalorian and his small passenger. Lights flash as he flips switches to come out of hyperdrive, glinting red off of his shiny beskar armour. It wasn’t ideal using hyperdrive to lose the Imps after the damage they had dealt to the Crest during the chase, but needs must and it meant they had now lost their pursuers.

Working the controls and regaining control of the ship the Mandalorian eased off the thrusters putting it into a slow a drift. Peering out the front viewport, only the distant stars filled his vision. He turned to consult his nav system which confirmed his thoughts: never had he traveled this part of space.

“What do you think kid, any galaxies around here with a planet to lay low on for a few weeks?”

The green baby in the co-pilot seat cooed at the masked man, clutching a small silver sphere.

“Let’s see then.”

Zooming the nav out, the Mandalorian could see a small galaxy less than two days travel from their location; one star, eight planets but only one that’s inhabitable.

Turning his visor to look at the child, “Guess our decisions made for us.”

He swings back round to face the controls he set the coordinates on the nav and locked on to the small planet labeled “Earth”.

You

You dip and clean your paint brush for the last time that day as the sun began to dip behind the forest line at the back of your garden, causing long shadows to creep into your studio window.

A year ago you’d moved away from the monotonous hustle of London. With the constant pressures of adulthood; mainly being your parents wondering when you’d “meet a nice man” and “settle down”, and your friends being busy with their new young families and careers, this move was your escape from societies expectations.

Needing a change of scenery you chose the New Forest in Hampshire, one of Britains largest pieces of woodland and where you’d spent many childhood summers. With your savings you bought a small white cottage covered in wisteria, which backed onto the forest itself; with an out building big enough for a artist studio. All located down a half mile long track, and 5 miles from the nearest tourist trap village where you sold your art at the weekly market for a living.

Back in the present, you closed up the studio and make your way across the garden breathing in the summer air. The only sound made by a light breeze knocking the back garden gate on the post that led into the surrounding forest.

That evening, as you finished an alfresco dinner on your patio you gazed at the sky. The moon was full tonight, and the stars here were breath-taking, nothing you could ever compare to the dim pricks of light in the smog filled London sky.

A low drone fills the quiet, similar to that of a plane. It approaches closer, and the roar of engines passes overhead, but in the faded light you only glimpse a silhouette. It looked bulky and wingless, not what you were expecting. As you watch it pass over the trees at the end of your garden, you see it pivot in the air, still maintaining its original direction, moving further into the forest and begin its decent into what you imagine was the small clearing you’d discovered while walking through the trees when you’d first arrived here. Before you lose sight of it fully you can just make out a faint glow of engines perched either side of its body.

“What the..?”, you say to yourself, standing, not quite believing what you just witnessed. Taking small steps in the direction of where it landed you contemplate what you just saw. That did not look like anything you’d ever seen before.

I could go have a look, you thought. Although the forest was now dark, you knew it well enough, the clearing was only a 10 minute straight line from the back gate by foot. You would go take a quick peep from the trees and leave, no one would even know you were there. And anyway you had a right to know what’s just landed so close to your isolated home!

Mind set, you head inside to collect your trainers and grab a torch, and into the balmy night air through the back door, down the garden and into the dark forest.

Mando

As the Mandalorian guided the Razor Crest towards the planets atmosphere he made out a number of land masses made up from mixture of greens and browns, each one surrounded by the deep blue of an ocean, clouds being the only disruption to the view. He headed towards the side of the planet not yet hit by the sun and pushed through into the atmosphere. He kept high in the sky, and was dazzled by the twinkle and glow of lights that defined the coasts of each land mass.

He set his sights on a comparatively small island, sat between an expanse of ocean and giant stretch of land, and began heading towards the south of it to a large breadth of dark forest.

As he left the twinkling lights behind he swooped down low enough to be able to scan the ground for an opening between the tall trees to land, thankful of the full moons glow giving just enough light to differentiate between tree tops and flat ground.

There.

A break in the trees showed a small clearing just big enough for him to land the Crest. He pivoted the ship so he was facing the way he came, catching sight of a small white building as he dipped below the tree line.

Maybe not completely isolated, but then we’ll need supplies before we set off again.

The building was lost behind the trees as he begun the landing sequence.

You

You’re getting closer to the clearing now. Staring straight ahead, expecting the forest to break any minute, consequently not noticing the tree root about to trip you. The torch goes flying as you flail your arms, smashing as it hits a tree stump, plunging you into darkness. You smack into the hard ground; your hands taking the brunt of the fall.

Groaning you sit up on your knees, and bring your stinging hands to your chest.

Not being able to see, you tried to assess the damage by tenderly moving your hands and feel the stickiness of blood.

You start to stand when suddenly bright white lights blink on five yards ahead of you, revealing the grassy clearing.

Scrambling for cover you duck behind the nearest tree.

“Holy fuck”, you mutter, eyes bugging as you take in the huge piece of metal. It has two giant engines with a sleek silver body nestled between, the night sky reflecting on the windscreen.

Words like space ship and aliens flash though your mind.

The pain in your hands forgotten you edge closer, being careful to stay behind the trees. A hiss emits from the ship and metal groans as a ramp at the back starts the lower. You dash to your right, staying under the tree cover to get a better view of the opening. Light begins to pour out and you hear the clinking of boots on metal.

Your legs are locked in place as you watch the figure decend. They reach the bottom of the ramp and you see the glint of a helmet as they observe their surroundings. The sight of the human form exiting such a vehicle was unexpected; you release the breath you hadn’t realised you were holding and take a step back, breaking a stick with a sharp crack.

You freeze, taking your eyes off the figure for only a second to glare at the offending branch. When you look back up the clearing is void of life again. Although before you can turn and run two strong arms roughly wrap around you, locking your arms against your sides.

“Who are you?!” A deep voice exclaims behind you.

Ignoring the question you struggle against them, “Let go of me!” you scream delivering a well aimed stomp on their foot.

They let out a grunt and spin you around, keeping your arms pinned, but you swiftly bring you knee up into their groin, causing another grunt, this one filled with a bit more pain. The grip on you loosens and you attempt to slip from their grasp but they grab your wrist, pulling you to the ground they pin you again, legs squashed under their weight and arms held either side of your head.

“Please don’t hurt me!” You plead, a sob building in your throat.

“I don’t want to! Just stop struggling, why were you spying on us?!” The voice modulated by the helmet.

The words managed to sink in and you stop struggling for a moment, staring at the T-shaped visor filling your vision. “I’m /not/ spying! My names Y/N, I live on the other side of these trees, and wanted to know who or what just landed in my back yard!” You shout indignantly.

He didn’t answer, instead assessing if you were telling the truth. Seemingly coming to a decision, he loosened his grip on your wrists.

“You live in the house I flew over.”

It’s not a question but you nod, words failing you anyway.

The visor tilted as he looked at your hands above you.

“You’re hurt.” Voice softening and letting go of your wrists. “I can fix them up.”

Not giving you time to reply he stands up, pulling you by the wrists to your feet and abruptly turns to walk into the clearing.

“Wait!” You call, “What’s your name? Why are you here?!”

He stops before the tree line and lets out a sigh, “Call me Mando, and I’ll explain while I fix your hands up, okay?”

Watching him ahead of you, you take in his appearance. He was tall, covered head to toe in shiny metal armour over a brown flight suit. A soft grey cape that had seen better days hung from his broad shoulders, swaying as he walked.

Your mind spins with the sudden events, feeling like you’re in some sort of strange dream as you trail behind

Mando

Leaving you at the bottom of the ramp, Mando heads back into the ship. He checks on the sleeping Grogu in his cot, but mostly takes the time to collect his thoughts.

Of course he knew this planet wasn’t uninhabited, but he didn’t expect to meet someone so soon. Especially a human woman, one that as soon as he spun them to face him made his breath catch in his throat- and not just because of where you managed to hit him.

As Mando walked towards the Crest, hereplayed the moment. Your shocked, wide eyes turning accusing when you locked them with his visor, and small smirk hitching your mouth as you brought your knee up. Even through the pain you caused him he could only think one word: Beautiful.

You

Mando sat next to you on the ramp, opened the med kit and took out various items to clean and dress your wounds, and then held his hands out for yours.

You felt shy and started to protest, “They’re not that bad, you don’t have to-“

“I’ve seen smaller cuts get bad infections.” He said pointedly, still waiting for your hands.

You give in, gingerly holding them out, palms up.

Mando takes the left to start cleaning with some kind of antiseptic. Through the sting you register his bare hands, no longer clad in leather gloves. His skin a golden brown, with a smattering of dark hairs. His touch is gentle, and he mutters apologies when you flinch at the pain.

Mando finished the dressing, and whatever ointment he’d used was already working wonders.

You watch him replace his gloves, waiting for him to tell you about himself like he’d promised. However, when he began packing away the med kit you knew you would have to take the initiative, and there was one question you needed confirming.

“So… Mando, you’re a human from outer space?” Your face heated at the last two words, you felt disconnect from them like listening a child acting out an imaginary world.

You started to think he wouldn’t reply when you hear him slowly release a breath, “Yes, I am human, I was orphaned as a child and was saved by the Mandalorian’s and made a foundling…”

You listened intently as he explained who he is and how he came to be here. Mando didn’t seem to be bothered by your relentless questions about his creed, the planets he spoke of, and The Empire. You could tell he was leaving parts out, but you didn’t mind- it was a lot to take in.

“And this child you speak of, he’s on the ship now?” You ask, wondering how you hasn’t seen or heard a kid yet.

Before Mando can reply a soft babies coo sounds behind you, and you whip your head in its direction.

When Mando said “child” you simply imagined another human. So when you set eyes on the small green baby with large black eyes, small nose and long pointed ears you could only gape at it.

“I thought I told you to stay in the ship.” Mando says without turning.

The child toddles over to the armour covered warrior and clutches at what you now knew as his ‘Beskar’. He turned to you, and with the initial shock fading you found yourself thinking just how cute this little one was.

“This is Grogu, Grogu this is Y/N.” Mando introduced, and the child let out a soft “patuu” sound as if to greet you.

You smile at him, he looked like one of the fantasy creatures from your childhood fairy tales, which made you instantly warm to him.

“So you’re the reason why a space ship has landed behind my house! Well I suppose you can both stay…” you say grinning at Grogu and feigning having to think about it. “…as long as there’s no trouble!” You say, winking at the child.

“Thank you, it should only be two weeks- three at the most. That should be enough to shake the Imps off our trail. I need to fix the ship up enough to get us out of here and back into our star system, and we’ll need food supplies while we’re here and journey back.”

“That settled it then! I’m no mechanic, but I can help bring anything you need.” You say, standing and looking at your wrist watch. You had to do a rouble take at the time, you’d been in the clearing for close to three hours now and it was past midnight. The realisation made you yawn.

“I should get back, but you know where I am if you need me…”

“Wait here.” Mando says abruptly and walks into the ship. He returns a minute later to you and Grogu giggling at each other causing him to smile beneath his helmet.

He holds out a torch to you, “Take this, I think I saw what’s left of yours in the tree line. You can bring it back tomorrow.”

Your fingers brush with his leather gloves as Mando hands it over, a little zing going through you.

Smiling at the invite, and glad you didn’t have to make an excuse to come back yourself, you wave goodbye to Mando and Grogu and head back into the forest towards your home.

Mando

He watched you leave, the torch light growing dimmer as you weaved through the trees.

His mind kept jumping to the image of your face lighting up when you thought of another question for him. The way your eyebrows crinkled together and you worried your lip with your teeth when he described the Empire, who were now reforming and after Grogu.

It was obvious to Mando that you’d never met any off-worlders before, and he was impressed by you simply accepting the fact. He’d left some details out; like that of Grogu’s powers and his job as a bounty hunter, not wanting to scare you off. Although he would tell you soon, was sure there would be time.

When your torch light had finally been swallowed by the darkness he turned, scooping up Grogu and headed inside.

END OF PART ONE

[arahxdjarin]

Words Like That Will Get You In Trouble

The Rebel and The Mandalorian, Chapter 5

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Word Count: 8.5k (im so sorry)

Tags: face/throat fucking, rough sex, unprotected PIV, vaginal fingering (din LEAVES the gloves on), dirty talk, dom/sub dynamic, aftercare if you squint?, Protective Din, PLOT TWIST!!!

Notes: I'm just going to apologize now for the angst that's gonna happen in the next 2 chapters, its not my fault. I think the smut in this chapter makes up for it though. Big shout out to @r0-laren for betaing this <3 I appreciate you eternally!! as always besties please enjoy!! lemme know what you think <3 ily all!!

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You lift the Crest into the sky without looking back for Din. He has a lead for a Mandalorian, someone of his kind, that’ll lead him to a Jedi. The thought makes your heart clench, but you push the thought out of your head and turn. You’re surprised to see Din in the co-pilot’s chair with the small green child on his lap. The kid immediately reaches out for you, and you take him into your arms and run your fingers over the top of his head, giving him a smile.

“I’ll get us as close to Mos Pelgo, but I’ve never been there before. I’m not sure what kind of settlement it is.” You peel your eyes off the kid and stare at the Mandalorian sitting in front of you. He’s relaxed into the chair, his beskar still on, arms crossed against his chest, legs spread wide. His head turns to the side. You bite your lip, he looked amazing.

“Don’t, we’ll land at Peli’s. I think it’s best if you and the kid stay with her. You'll have your time to fix the ship and this way I know you’re both safe.” You nod your head in acknowledgment, turning your eyes back to the kid in your lap. He’s right, you do need time to fix the ship. You just don’t want to miss out on spending time with him.

Din grabs your chin with his gloved hand and tilts your head back. He’s standing above you, his other hand moves to the bandage on your forehead. He examines the cut, moving his hand from your chin to your throat to get a better look.

“It looks good. I’ll go grab some bacta and put a bit on before we land on Tatooine.” He gives your throat a slight squeeze before walking away. Your breath stops in your throat. It’s been too damn long since he touched you.

***

Mando hears the familiar voice of Peli the second his foot hits the ground of her hanger.

“Mando! Good to see you, and I see you still have little Miss Mechanic with you. Looks like I’m a good matchmaker.” Peli elbows the droid next to her and laughs to herself.

“Yeah, Peli, I have some work to do on Tatooine. I have intel that a Mandalorian is in Mos Pelgo. I’m gonna leave the Crest, and my Crew here while I look for him.” Mando puts his hands on his gun belt and props his hip out and turns his head to look at you. You have Peli’s old jumpsuit on, your go-to outfit for mechanic work. The kid is grabbing onto the leg pant of it trying to catch your attention.

“No problem Mando, but while they’re here, they’re going to be my crew too.” Peli pats his shoulder before moving closer to you, giving you a pat as well before scooping the kid up into her arms.

“Let’s go find a catina before I leave.” Mando turns to you, placing a gloved hand on your forehead where your newest scar is located.

“Why?” You furrow your eyebrows and pull your lip into your mouth to chew on it.

“I promised you and the kid a warm meal. The promise is a little late, but I’m not going to break it.” Mando reaches out and Peli places the kid into his arms.

“Oh, tell the bartender I sent you, you’ll probably get half priced spotchka.” Peli winks at you and turns around to yell at the droids to get away from the Crest. Mando grabs your hand and heads out of the hangar, heading towards the Cantina.

Every pair of eyes are on you the second all three of you walk through the Cantina’s doors. Mando strolls to an empty table, drops your hand and motions you into the empty booth. He slides in next to you and puts the child on a free chair next to him. Mando throws his arm behind you, his eyes scanning the cantina underneath the helmet.

“What can I get for you?” An older Ithorian man comes up to you speaking in basic.

“The kid will take a bowl of broth, I’ll have the special, and 2 spotchka shots, please.” Your eyes turn to Mando, raising one eyebrow.

“Nothing for me.” He gives the Ithorian man a wave of his hand and turns his head back towards you.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be in Mos Pelgo, but I’ll try to check in with the commlink when I get an idea.” You nod your head and quickly turn your attention back to the worker who brings out two shots of spotchka to the table. You offer a small smile as a thank you, Mando watches as you toss the first one back without hesitation. You grab the second one and toss that one back as well, letting out a small sigh.

“Been a while since I’ve had some good spotchka.” You turn to face Mando and give him a big smile.

“I’ve never seen a woman shoot spotchka like that.” Mando's voice has genuine surprise in it, a smile breaking out under the helmet, thinking about how you surprise him more and more every single day.

“I’ve met plenty,” You reply as you roll your eyes and scoff before opening your mouth to speak again. You close it quickly when you see the man returning to the table with your food. He places the bowl of broth in front of the kid and then sets the plate filled with stew, some kind of meat and brown bread and slides it in front of you. Mando’s stomach grumbles at the look of the warm food but quickly turns his attention back to you. You begin eating, moaning at the taste of the food in your mouth, and Mando smirks.

“I didn’t know you made that noise for food too.” You glare at him in between bites.

“I haven’t had a warm meal in months. This is just as good if not better than the noises I’ve made for you.” Mando snorts at the remark, and leans in close to your ear.

“Your mouth may be full of food now but I can fill it with something else, something just as warm.” He pulls away from you and watches as your eyes widen. You squirm and let out a small cough before regaining your composure. He settles his arm around your shoulders and turns to look at the kid. He’s making a mess with his broth, but he looks happy to be here, letting out small coos.

***

You finish your meal quickly and walk back to Peli’s, your mind playing Din’s words in your head over and over. You rub your thighs together thinking about how deep his voice sounds through the modulator. You don’t notice that you’ve already gotten back to the hanger, or that he has stopped walking until you run directly into his chest. You bounce off him, he catches your shoulders and steadies you.

“You still have the commlink I gave you?” You nod and grab it off the top belt of your holster, holding it up to confirm his question.

“Good girl, keep that on you at all times. Peli is lending me a speeder, hopefully that’ll shave a few days off my travel.” Your thighs clench at his praise. His hand finds your throat and he tilts your head up towards him. Din runs his gloved hand across the length of your face, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. He sucks in a breath and turns towards the Crest to grab his supplies. He loads everything onto the speeder, gets onto it and turns to face you.

“Be safe.” The words fall from your lips quietly. He gives you a nod, and moves out of the hanger. He’s off without another word.

You walk towards the kid in the pram, and look around before your eyes fall on Peli walking closer to you.

“You’re more than welcome to work on the Crest here. Whatever tools I have you can use, but I also want help with my customers. Between you and me, I think the kid could be more helpful than some of my droids.” Peli nudges your arm and you laugh at her words.

“Mando’s got it bad for you, I’ve never seen him stand so close to another person before without trying to kill them. Are you two an item now or something?” Peli raises an eyebrow at you and puts her hands on her hips, a small smirk pulls at her lips. Your face gets hot at the accusation.

“No.” You turn towards the Crest without another word, wanting to leave the awkward situation behind. You can hear her laughing as you climb into the hull of the Crest.

It’s been three days since Mando left for Mos Pelgo, you haven’t heard from him yet but Peli says it can take a few days to even get out to the settlement. Peli doesn’t let you have time to worry about it. Between the kid, the Crest, and helping her with other ships you’re busy from sunrise until well past sunset.

Thankfully you finished your work on the Crest today between customers. You fixed the rest of the hyperdrive, corrected frayed wires, fixed a small leak, patched a hole in the hull, re-soldered all of the old panels on the outside of the Crest and you were able to update and reprogram the nav deck and flight computers. You wipe the back of your arm across your forehead, letting out a deep sigh as you step back to admire your work. The Tatooine suns have been unforgiving, you’ve gotten used to the chill of space and you forget how hot Tatooine can be. You hope Din isn’t overheating out there in all his armor.

Peli calls your name in the distance, you move down the ladder and exit the ship to find her.

“You’ve been working so hard. Come with me to the Cantina, I have a few buddies I play Sabacc with, I’ll even buy you a drink.” You smile and grab the messenger bag from a small table. You pick the child up and safely put him inside the bag before spinning around and jogging towards Peli’s retreating form.

“I haven’t gone out with people since before I was taken prisoner. Thank you, Peli.” The small woman wraps her arm around your shoulders and gives you a smile.

“Okay, then all your drinks will be on me tonight.” She squeezes your shoulder and drops her arm back at her side.

“I’m not a big Sabacc player. I get too competitive.” You scrunch your nose at the memory of you pulling your blaster on some innocent Rebel technician all because he had beat you. Peli lets out another laugh and walks into the bustling cantina.

There are people everywhere, live music is playing too. Your hand flexes over your blaster and you pull the child closer to your side as you follow Peli to a table with multiple people.

Peli sits down next to a small man and pours two shots from the large glass at the table. She pushes one into your hand, you drink it quickly and set the shot glass back down on the table. Peli barely has her own glass raised to her mouth. She lets out a loud laugh and gives a quick smile before taking her own shot. A shiver runs through her body and she pours two more.

You aren’t sure how many shots you’ve taken throughout the course of the night or how long you’ve been in the Cantina. Peli and you are laughing loudly when a faint voice starts to talk from your hip. You frown and move your head down to look at the kid, who’s fast asleep in the messenger bag. You’re about to turn your attention back to Peli when you hear Din’s faint voice.

“Pretty girl, answer me.” Your fingers fumble over the commlink, bringing it close to your mouth.

“Mando, Mando is that you?” Your voice is slurred and heavy.

“Where are you? Why is it so loud?” Din’s voice is being drowned out as Peli laughs beside you. You stand and begin to stumble towards the exit keeping the commlink close to your face. You notice that most of the people have cleared from the bar, it must be really late.

“Sorry, Peli and I went out. I’m at that Cantina. I've had a few drinks.” You stumble over the threshold of the door and press your back against the building behind you.

“Where’s the kid?” Mando’s voice sounds irritated but your hand moves to brush against the kid’s sleeping form as you respond.

“Right at my hip, hasn’t left my side since we got here, I’d have him say hello but he’s asleep and he- he can’t talk.” You let out a small hiccup. A loud sigh leaves the commlink.

“Please be safe.” You smile at his words, happy to hear his voice.

“Yes, Sir.” Heat travels up your neck, you remember the last time you said those words to him. He isn’t here right now to do anything about it. The power makes you feel invincible.

“Pretty girl, words like that will get you in trouble.” His voice sounds deeper, it comes through dangerous, and husky.

“Sorry, Sir.” A small smirk pulls at your lips and a sharp intake of breath comes from the commlink.

“As much as I love this conversation, it's not why I called you. The person I found wasn’t a Mandalorian, just someone with beskar. He’s agreed to give the beskar to me if I help him with a little… problem they’re having here. I’m hoping it will be resolved quickly, if I don’t contact you again within 3 days, call me, okay?” He sounds tired.

“Yes, Sir.” You go to put the commlink back on your holster, but you bring it quickly back to your lips.

“Mando?” Your voice is quiet, the line is quiet for a few minutes.

“Yes, vencuy’ika?” Your chest tightens at his nickname for you.

“Get some rest, okay?” The commlink is quiet again for a moment.

“You first pretty girl.” You sigh and set the small cylinder back on your holster belt. You turn to walk back inside but are met by Peli stumbling out the door.

“Ah! There you are, let's go home!” Peli throws her arm around your shoulder. You wrap your own at her waist, keeping her steady. Your talk with Din has sobered you.

Once you get Peli into her small home, you call the pram to you with a small button you added to the commlink. You set the sleeping child into the shell and push him back against a wall of the hanger. Peli is letting you use the small bunk bed against the same wall as a spot to sleep. You sit on the edge of the bed and sigh, running your hands over your face.

A dead end. A Mandalorian wasn’t on Tatooine, which means the search is back to the start. A thought pulls you to your feet. You rummage around Peli’s loose bins of machinery and find everything you need to build a holo-comm. You place the final part as the suns begin to rise over the horizon. You pull your lip into your mouth as you turn the machine on. It makes a small noise in protest before a small light shoots up from the middle. You enter an old code into the keypad, praying to the Maker that it still works. You stand back chewing on your lip, the line is blank for a few minutes before the familiar face of a large blond man appears from the light.

“Who is this? How did you get this code?” The man squints and looks directly at your face. He draws in a breath, and whispers your name.

“Hi, Tarim, I need help.” You shift your weight from one foot to the other, uncomfortable that this is how you’re doing your long awaited reunion with your best friend.

“Is that really you? Where the fuck are you?” His face gets really close and his eyebrows knit together.

“Yes, it's really me, I know it's probably shocking to see me. Are you still on Tatooine?” You pull your thumb into your mouth and chew on the skin around it.

“I thought... we all thought you were dead. No one has heard from you in 5 years. Where have you been?” His voice was angry, and you let out a sigh before responding.

“Listen, Tarim, I can explain everything to you, I just need to know if you’re still on Tatooine.” His lips pull into a fine line and he lets out a loud sigh. You’re worried he’s going to be too mad at you to help.

“Yeah, Skip, I’m still on Tatooine.” You let out a sigh of relief, hearing his childhood nickname for you brings tears to your eyes.

“Can you meet me at the Cantina in Mos Eisley some time soon?” You’re hopeful he’ll say yes.

“Yes. Of course, I’ll be there tomorrow morning. It's good to see you, Skip. I've missed you... everyone’s missed you.” Your throat tightens at his words and your tears threaten to spill over.

“Tarim, I need you to come alone, please.” Your voice breaks on the last word. He gives you a small nod and disappears. You let out a shaky breath, and drop to your knees in the sand, realizing that it’s been over five years since you’ve seen your best friend.

You sit at a table in the cantina, your leg shaking out of nervousness. The small child next to you keeps shooting you worried glances, you assume he must be able to sense your anxiety. You try to assure him that things are safe by placing your hand on his small one. You know things are safe, you’re just nervous. Your eyes move to the doors for the 42nd time since you sat down 10 minutes ago. Your breath catches in your throat as Tarim walks to the entrance and stands in it, looking around. His eyes lock with yours immediately. You stand up to meet him and he clears the space to you in 3 large strides. His arms wrap around your waist and he crushes you into his chest. You wrap your arms around his neck as tears spill onto your cheeks.

“Skip, where have you been?! I tore the whole outer rim apart looking for you, but you vanished. I thought you were gone for good.” Tarim releases you from the hug and holds your shoulders to look into your eyes. His own eyes are bleary and his face is tear stained. You wrap your hands around his wrists and give him a small smile, gesturing your head to sit down. He plops into the chair across from you, his body taking up most of the seat.

“Tarim, I was taken prisoner by Imperials on Dantooine a few months after Endor. They kept and tortured me for 2 years before someone kidnapped me from them, and then he kept me prisoner for 3 years. I was rescued by a bounty hunter a while ago and he hired me on as his crew.” You pull your lip into your mouth again and stare at the table.

“You’ve been a prisoner for the past 5 years? The imperials captured you? I- I’m sorry.” He reaches out to grab your hands and gives it one small squeeze before pulling his hands back to his side. You wipe away the few tears on your cheek before giving him a large smile.

“Well, what have you been up to, anything new and exciting?” Tarim gives you a look, he knows you want to move on, Tarim knows you better than anyone in the galaxy.

“Fel and I got married, and we’ve been working on a project out here for the New Republic- Fel is a ranger now too.” His face lights up, but just as soon as the smile is there, it’s gone.

“I didn’t tell her I was coming here. I knew if she found out, she wouldn’t want me to come alone. She’s missed you, and I had to sneak away. Yesterday morning you said you needed help. What’s going on? I'll do whatever you need.” His tone is serious and you know he’s telling the truth, he’ll do anything for you.

“Do you remember that Mandalorian? The one who you went on that mission with?” You knit your eyebrows together, worried he won’t be able to help.

“Bo-Katan? Yeah, I remember her.” He crosses his arms across his chest and gives you a suspicious look.

“I need help locating her. The bounty hunter I work with is a Mandalorian, and he needs to find other Mandalorians. He needs help, getting this child back to his people… back to the Jedi.” You pull the small child into your arms as Tarim sucks a breath in through his teeth.

“I — why would you need my help locating the Mandalorian to find a Jedi. Why wouldn’t you just train the child?” Your chest tightens as your heartbeat rings in your ears. The room feels like it was closing in, but a large hand gripping your own brings you back to reality.

“I’m not a Jedi, Tarim, at least not anymore.” Tarim searches your face and finds all the answers he needs, and he nods reassuringly.

“Okay, I can locate Bo-Katan for you. The bounty hunter, the other Mandalorian that you’re with... he doesn’t know about you, does he?” You shake your head and avert your face to the small child on your lap. His eyes are trained on you and he reaches out with his small hand. You grab it with your own and smile at him.

“No. I’m hoping to keep it that way. I can’t train the child.” Tarim already has a small datapad out, and a satellite on the table. He’s typing away on the datapad, and he turns his attention to the bag he carried in with him, reaching into it before setting another small machine on the table and connecting it to the satellite.

“How did you know I was going to need your help finding a person?” You ask him as you laugh at his impressive set up. You watch as a large toothy smile spreads across his face.

“Skip, we’ve been friends for our whole lives. We were refugees together, we were raised together, went through pilot and mechanic training together... I know your faces.” You laugh at his words. You’ve known Tarim since you were forced off your planet as a small child.

You allow Tarim to work in silence, and about 2 hours pass before he lets out a small whistle.

“Okay, Skip. I was able to trace a frequency similar to her ship, and her last known location is on a moon in this system actually. The moon is known as Trask. I can’t pinpoint her exact location, but I can give you a general idea.” You reach across the table to hug the tall man sitting in front of you, and knock the satellite over in the process.

“Easy, Skip- you’re welcome” He returns your hug and places his things back inside his bag.

“I need to head back to Fel, before she gets worried. Skip,” he pauses and looks at you, you can see all his emotions painted across his face, “please come visit us. Fel, she’s been beating herself up since you disappeared, thought she could do more or something. Just please come visit sometime.” Tarim grips your hand before standing up. You stand with him and hug him close to your chest, breathing in his familiar scent.

“I will, once we find the child a Jedi, I’ll come find you both.” You give him a small smile.

“This bounty hunter. You like him.” Your eyes get wide. He didn’t even phrase it as a question, more like a matter of fact.

“You know Tarim, after 5 years of being apart, I was hoping you wouldn’t be able to just do shit like that anymore.” You jam your finger into his ribs and he lets out a deep laugh.

“Your face hasn’t changed at all in the past years. He must be a good guy if you like him so much.” Tarim throws his arm around your shoulder as you walk out the door of the Cantina.

“Either that or he’s really good in bed.” You throw your elbow out and catch him in the ribs, he groans and grabs his side.

“There’s my answer, Skip. Stay safe.” You reach his land speeder outside the Cantina, his hand finds your cheek. You close your eyes and press your hand into his own, soaking up the last few seconds with your best friend.

“I will, Tarim, you too.” You give him one last hug and then watch his speeder fades into the sand in the distance.

2 full days pass from your meeting with Tarim. It’s very early morning when you finally catch a glimpse of that shiny beskar you’ve come to know so well. There’s no speeder in sight, and instead, he’s carrying everything against his back. You rush to him to help unload his supplies and a large bag of... raw meat?

“What is this- what happened?” You reach out and grab the last bag that’s across his body, noticing it holds the beskar armor. You stare at it for a moment before Din grabs it from your hands and sets it against the ship.

“Helped kill a Krayt Dragon, and then was attacked by some bandits on my way back, broke the speeder... where are Peli and the kid?” You frown at his nonchalant attitude about almost getting killed, twice.

“They’re probably asleep. It's just barely morning, the suns haven’t even risen yet.” Din’s back stiffens and his shoulders adjust, he cocks his head to the side to stare at you.

“So, they're all still asleep? Where is the kid sleeping?” You point behind the Crest to the floating pram pressed against the wall next to your made bunk bed. Din hooks his hand in your elbow and hauls you up the ramp into the hull of the Crest, shutting it behind you.

“What are you doing?” You shake out of his grasp as he turns you around, and presses the hard beskar of his chest into the curves of your back.

“You think you can tease me while I’m gone, get me all turned on and not expect me to fuck you the second I get back?” His hand trails up your body and roughly grabs your chest. Your head falls back on his shoulder and you let out a small moan.

“If this is the result then yes, I think I can.” His other hand grabs the zipper of your jumpsuit, and tugs it down, ripping your jumpsuit off you in one fluid motion. He spins you around to face him, his cock is already out of his flight suit. He strokes it silently, the visor of his helmet never looking away from your face.

“On your knees then.” You obey him and drop immediately. His hard cock is throbbing in his hand. This is your first time actually seeing it. Obviously you know how big he is but seeing him with your eyes makes your pussy clench. You widen your eyes and look up at him through your eyelashes. His fist slowly moves over the skin and his thumb rubs pre-cum over the head. His gloved hand grabs the hair at the base of your neck and brings your face forward, you open your mouth in anticipation. You hum once his length enters your mouth and you swirl your tongue around his head before taking him in further. Your eyes flutter close and your hand moves between your legs trying to relieve some of the ache.

“Oh no, pretty girl, don't touch yourself. I'll see how well you take my cock down your throat before I decide if you get to come or not.” His voice is thick and full coming through the modulator. You let out a small whimper but retract your hand from your legs, and wrap it around his thigh armor instead. Your head bobs up and down on his cock, your cheeks hollowing out. Deep moans are escaping the modulator, his hold on your hair tightens and he moves to rock his hips back and forth while holding your head in place. His cock hits the back of your throat and your drool starts to spill onto your chin. His other hand wraps around yours on his thigh, squeezing your hand as he fucks your throat.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good- you love this, don’t you? You love having my cock in your mouth.” His hips pull back and his length falls from your lips along with a line of drool. You take a deep breath and look up at him.

“Answer me.” The hand in your hair tightens even more and he tugs your head back so you’re forced to look into his visor.

“Yes, I love it.” You moan at the slight pain as he pulls your hair.

“Yes, what?” Another round of pleasure jolts through your dripping cunt and you clench your legs together as you answer him.

“Yes, Sir.” He shoves you forward until your mouth is back on his cock. He rocks your head back and forth faster and continues to hit the back of your throat. He lets out another deep moan, and holds himself at the back of your throat for a second before shaking your head around on his cock. He pulls out of your mouth and slaps his cock on your face before pulling you up by your hair.

“Turn around, pretty girl.” You oblige, your back presses against his beskar again. He takes your under shirt off and leaves you completely nude against his fully dressed body. He pushes you against the wall of the hull, your cheek hitting the cool metal.

“Tell me, Mesh’la, do you think you deserve to come?” His hand is teasing you, his fingers keep slipping down to rub at your mound before moving back up to grab your stomach.

“Yes, Sir!” You choke the words out. He hums through the modulator as he considers your answer.

“I don’t know, that doesn’t seem convincing.” His hand grabs at the skin of your lower stomach roughly and his hips pushes you further into the metal.

“Please, Sir! Please make me come! I need you to make me come, please!” Your voice is breathy and your skin is tingling from his touch. His boots kick your feet apart to spread them further. You’re so wet, you can feel it on your thighs. His gloved fingers graze your clit, and it causes you to moan loudly as they brush against where you need him the most. His fingers work circles over your sensitive nub before moving to your entrance. He wraps his free arm around your body and up to your throat, pulling your head off the wall and onto his shoulder. The grip he has on your throat tightens as his fingers work you open.

“Mmm, such a good girl.” Your body spasms at his words.

“Please, Sir. Will you please fuck me with the gloves on?” Your hips rock back against him, craving more contact. He takes your request to heart and shoves two fingers into your cunt without removing the gloves first. You let out a loud moan, finally getting what you’ve been craving and your hips rock onto his fingers.

“That’s right, fuck yourself on my fingers.” His voice makes your eyes roll into the back of your head and your hips move faster, reveling in the feeling of him deep inside of you. Your head lulls to the side and you stare into his helmet, right into his visor, this is as close as you’ll ever get to eye contact. The hand at your throat tightens its grip and you rock your hips quicker, your mouth forming a little ‘o’ shape as pleasure takes over your body. Your cunt clenches on his fingers.

“Please, Sir, can I come?” Your tone is pleading, it’s been so long since he’s touched you and you’re not sure how long you can hold on for. He pulls his fingers out of you and holds them up to your mouth. You whine as he presses your mouth open and shoves the two fingers into it. You suck on the leather, they taste like dirt and you. A moan escapes your lips as he pulls his hand away.

“I want you to come on my cock.” He releases your throat and begins to tease your entrance with the head of his cock. He keeps this up for a few minutes, circling your entrance before moving up to rub against your clit. A moan gets caught in your throat as he finally slams into you from behind.

“Say it, pretty girl- say you want to come on my cock.” One of his hands moves to brace against the wall and the other one death grips your hip trying to hold you in place.

“Fuck, Din, please! I need it so badly!” He thrusts become brutal and the beskar on his thighs cuts into the back of your legs.

“No, pretty girl, that’s not my name right now, if you want to come you need to use my name.” His words purr against your ear and your eyes roll into the back of your head at his tone. His hand moves from your hip to your clit and his large fingers move in rhythmic circles.

“Fuck, please, Sir! I need to come! Please, please!” Your orgasm is building in the pit of your stomach and you don’t think you can stop it from taking over. Din having you pinned against the wall is the only thing keeping you upright. Your legs are shaking and you can feel your climax sneaking up, ready to send you into a spiral of pleasure.

“Then come for me.” His helmet presses against your ear and his words are all you need to push you into your orgasm. Your hands move to hold onto his forearm. You scream as you clench around his cock and squirm in his arms as he keeps you steady while your orgasm takes over. Your entire body lights with liquid heat but his thrusts and fingers never falter. Your chest heaves up and down as you come down from your high. He rips out of you and grabs the back of your head, spinning you around. He forces you to your knees, and his cock slams into your mouth, his hands on either side of your face while he fucks it. Tears well at your eyes, and you try to catch your breath in between thrusts. Your drool and come smear across your face and drip down your chin. You moan, tasting yourself against his skin. He moans out your name and you feel ropes of hot come hit the back of your throat. His grip on your face loosens as he rides out his own high. You happily swallow all of his come and swirl your tongue over his sensitive cock before he pulls your face away from him. He hauls you up to your feet by your elbow and crushes you against his chest. His breath comes through raspy on the modulator.

“Close your eyes.” They already are but you press them closed harder. You feel him shift and a thud comes from beside you. His lips are on you and his hand snakes up to wrap around your neck holding you close to him. Your arms wrap around his armored waist, and you relax into him, releasing a soft moan into his mouth, and he deepens the kiss and his tongue begins to wrestle with yours. He licks your lips and flicks against your tongue before pulling away, a soft hum coming from his throat.

“I missed you.” You wrap your arms around his waist tighter, not wanting this moment to end. His hand wipes the drool and come away from your chin, before it settles on your cheek.

“I missed you too, pretty girl.” He’s the first one to break the hold and once you hear the modulated voice you know it’s time to come back to reality.

��You should get dressed. The kid will probably be up soon.” Your eyes flutter open at the mention of the kid. You see him completely recomposed, but you, however, are still shaking, and 100% naked. You reach down and pick up your forgotten clothing quickly, getting dressed before walking to the closed ramp of the hull.

“Wait.” Din disappears into the refresher and comes back out with a small rag. He walks close to you and wipes the rag along your face before discarding it in a pile of other dirty things.

“Thank you.” You turn and begin to walk down the ramp, and see that both Peli and the kid are up now.

***

“Ah! There you are, I see you brought Krayt dragon back with you. I’ll cook it up for us before you leave. Oh, and one other thing, where’s my speeder?” Her eyes narrow and she sends a death glare to Mando. He lets out a big sigh.

“I got attacked by some bandits, the speeder got ruined. I’ll reimburse for it along with paying you for allowing them to stay here for the week and whatever repairs you did to the Crest.” Peli’s eyes narrow more.

“Just pay me for the speeder, your girlfriend here worked her ass off this past week so she’s paid her dues. I hope you thanked her for the hard work she put into the Crest. She worked her hands to the bone to try and make that piece of junk look nice.” Peli turns and grabs the meat, heading away from where you two are standing. Mando turns to see the wide expression on your face, you look like you wanted to run after Peli and hit her with the hunk of meat.

“Girlfriend?” Mando’s amused, the look on your face tells him that you were anything but amused.

“I- she, she’s been doing that all week.” You cross your arms and walk the rest of the way down the ramp, scooping the kid into your arms. Your back tenses and you turned to face Mando again, the look on your face much more serious.

“What’s wrong?” Mando moves down the ramp closer to you.

“So, when you contacted me that one night, to tell me the guy wasn’t an actual Mandalorian, I came back here and built a holo-comm, I was able to get into contact with an old friend of mine from the rebellion. He lives here on Tatooine, and he’s a, uh, tracker, I guess you could say. He was able to trace the frequency of a Mandalorian we used to know. She’s in this system, on the moon Trask.” Mando’s jaw tightens with your words.

“She isn’t a real Mandalorian. She'd be of no use to us.” His tone is short and angry. You chew on your lip and your eyes move to look at the small child in your arms.

“I understand that, but she was around before the purge of the Jedi, so she may know of a Jedi.” Your eyes plead with him.

“We can check it out.” Mando sighs and turns quickly to find out how much he owes Peli for the speeder. He’s angry that you did this behind his back, and furious that you ran off to meet with some man. He snaps himself out of it when Peli comes into view, roasting the dragon on the fire from a ship engine part. His anger morphs into confusion.

“How much do I owe you for the speeder?” She waves her hand at him.

“I’m feeling generous today, let me keep this meat and you don’t have to pay anything. We can call it even.” Mando frowns, unsure of why she’s being so hospitable.

“I meant what I said about the girl, she worked her ass off, did a whole bunch for me. Even kept me company most nights, so you better treat her well. She’s a good person, Mando, and she cares for the kid so deeply. Never let that little guy out of her sight. Almost more protective of him than you are. You caught a good one with her. I’ve got a great judge of character too, so you know I’m right.” Peli never meets his eye, but speaks with a lot of confidence.

“Thanks, Peli.” Peli takes a knife and cuts off some of the cooked meat, placing it in a small bowl.

“For the kid. You know he’d throw a fit if he didn’t get anything.” She winks at Mando with a smile on her face, and her attention turns back to the meat.

Mando walks back to the ship and finds you exactly where he left you. He hands the child the bowl filled with meat, the kid’s eyes widen and his small hands dig into the meat with a happy coo.

“Come on, we're leaving for Trask.” Mando turns and watches as you walk away from him, towards the wall with the pram. You place the kid in the pram and grab a pillow and blanket off the small bunk bed next to it before walking back to the ship.

“Uh — Thank you. For everything you do for me, I know I don’t tell you enough, but I appreciate it.” Mando shifts awkwardly. You give him a large smile before walking up the ramp and into the ship.

“You’re welcome.” You brush a hand against his, dropping the bedding in your nook and heading in directly to the cockpit. Mando closes the Crest and makes his way to the cockpit with the kid in tow.

“Tarim gave me broad coordinates. You may have to do a few sweeps of the moon before you actually find her.” Mando frowns at your words.

“Tarim.” Mando spits the word out of his mouth like it’s venom. You sigh in frustration and turn to look into his helmet.

“Tarim is my best friend. We were refugees together, and my guardian raised us both. We’ve done everything together since we were small children. He thought I was dead. It was nice to see him.” Your chin quivers like you’re going to cry but you compose yourself quickly, and turn around in your seat.

“I’m sorry.” Mando turns to look at his gloves, not realizing that his tone would make you upset.

“No, it's okay. I’m sorry for doing this behind your back, I just knew he could help. He’s worked with Bo-Katan before, been on her ship to help with a mission of some sorts. He was our best shot of finding someone who may know a Jedi.” Your eyes look into his visor like you have more to say.

“What? What is it?” You shake your head, your expression dropping to a blank one.

“Nothing, we should be on Trask soon.” Mando nods and stares into the back of your head.

***

Trask is a small fishing moon filled with lots of different species. Din and you walk down the platform that you landed on.

“You and the kid stay here. I’ll ask around and see what information I can find.” You narrow your eyes, not wanting to stay behind but you know it wasn’t a question, and you nod in agreement. The kid will be safer near the ship, but you don’t like the thought of Din leaving you again. Din sets off into the bustling market. You and the kid stay on the ship for a few hours before getting bored, and you decide to go to the market to pass some time.

You call the pram to your side with the button you added to your commlink and set off to acquire some rations and medical supplies. You walk through the small crowds of people and maneuver closer to the market area, when suddenly, two quarren men block your way.

“Excuse me.” You try to push your way through them but they press their shoulders together firmly. They wrap their arms around your shoulders and drag you into an alleyway. You thrash in their arms and you try to reach for your blaster. They throw you to the ground and when you stumble to your feet, they already have two blasters already pointed at you, and you watch as two more quarren men step into the dark alley.

“You came in with the Mandalorian. He killed my brother, so I’m going to kill you.” The quarren man in the middle raises his blaster, but before he has a chance to shoot, a jet packs flies in from the sky landing in front of you. The person takes out the men without a second thought. A familiar beskar man walks towards you and shields you and the kid with his broad body.

“He didn’t kill your brother, I did.” You hear the familiar voice of a woman and blink, then see all the quarren men’s bodies drop to the ground in a flash. Three other Mandalorians stand in front of you, and Mando shoves you further behind him. The 3 Mandalorians turn their attention to you and Din.

“Can we buy you two a drink?” The five of you walk towards a small pub with the pram in tow, Bo-katan and her two followers remove their helmets and sit down. You sit at Din’s side, his arm never moves from your back, protectively holding you to him. Bo-Katan talks directly to Mando about weapons and her plan to retake Mandalore. They hold an entire conversation but your mind is elsewhere. Your eyes move to look between the door, the child and Bo-Katan’s helmetless face. Her eyes drift to you, when Mando brings up returning the child to a Jedi. Your body tense and your heart races, you meet her eyes. You plead with your eyes for her to stay quiet, knowing that she knows you’re a Jedi. She’s seen you in the past with your lightsabers. In fact, everyone at this table knows who you are except for Din. Bo-Katan smirks at the panicked look on your face and moves her eyes to look at the child.

“I can lead you to a Jedi, but first, I need your help.” Bo-Katan’s attention moves back to Mando. The rest of the conversation is a blur as you stare at your hands in your lap and try to calm your breathing the entire time. At some point you realize the conversation is done, and Mando stands, holding a hand out to help you up. You take his hand and he rubs your shoulders reassuringly. He’s probably thinking you’re still shaken up from your earlier interaction with the Quarren men, but Maker, he couldn’t have been more wrong. He just needs to go do this job then Bo-Katan will give him the name of a Jedi who can actually help the child, and your secret will stay safe. Mando walks you and the child back to the ship in silence.

“You stay here while I help them, and don’t leave the ship unless you have to.” You nod your head quietly, your entire body still shaking. You had really been hoping you wouldn’t have to come face to face with Bo-Katan. You move up the ramp and into the ship with the kid close behind you. Mando brushes his hand across your face before walking back down the ramp towards the other 3 Mandalorians.

You close the hull and sink to the ground. Bo-Katan has met you before, and she knows of your Jedi history. You’re glad she didn’t say anything when Din brought up finding a Jedi. But you know her well enough to not trust her silence. Your mind races with all the possible ways she’ll tell him; maybe she’ll tell him on the mission or maybe she’ll wait until you are about to leave. Your heart pounds loudly in your chest, your eyes staying glued to the durasteel floor as you feel frozen in place; you can’t even move to check on the child who’s cooing loudly and tugging on your tunic. You sit on the floor on the hull for a while just staring, but you jolt upright once you realize the ramp is descending. You stand and move to grab your blaster, but your eyes soon fall on Din with Bo-Katan directly behind him. You walk down the ramp to meet them, trying to get close enough to hear their conversation.

“You’ll find a Jedi on the forest planet of Corvus. Her name is Ahsoka Tano. Tell her you were sent by Bo-Katan... and thank you for your help.” Bo-Katan moves to walk away but she turns around staring directly into your eyes.

“Actually, one more thing.” She unholsters her blaster and points it at your chest. Mando’s starts to turn around as her finger presses the trigger, everything starts to move in slow-mo. Mando runs towards you to shield you from the shot. It never hits you though; it stays suspended in the air a few feet in front of you. Mando pulls his blaster out to point at Bo-Katan and freezes when he sees the blaster fire. You look down and see your hand is in front of you. You can feel the force moving through you, the same force that you shut yourself off from all those years ago, the same force that stopped the blaster fire from hitting you in the chest. Your eyes move from your shaking hand to look at Din. He’s staring at your hand with his blaster hanging at his side. Fuck, fuck, fuck .

“So you are the Jedi I remember from all those years ago. Good to see you.” She winks at you and turns on her heels, leaving quickly. You use the force to push the blaster fire sideways, launching it into the water next to the platform you’re standing on. Your jaw tenses as you watch Bo-Katan disappear into the night. Mando turns his helmet, his shoulders slump as he places the blaster back in its holster. You can’t see his face but you can feel the hurt and betrayal radiating off him.

“You’re a Jedi?” Din’s voice is quiet, but you can hear the underlying tone of anger.

Fuck,

fuck,

fuck .

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[vvitchering]

Tbobf finale thoughts real quick:

I have like 5 mins to write this before I have to get up for work so let’s go

I can’t figure out if I hated this or not

Like yeah they did end up with the same “oh they’re going to have to wrap this up REAL quick and dirty” pacing issue I’ve been worried about

But they didn’t even give us much good character stuff to smooth over the plot/pacing

Liked Din being loyal to Boba to the point where he’s willing to die but it would have been nice to have acknowledged WHY that is.

There were a lot of emotional gut punches in this episode that ended up being more emotional love taps due to lost or forgotten context and that’s….bizarre for a show as obsessed with flashbacks as this one is.

Like the only reason I even knew Cad Bane and Boba had previously established beef is because I glanced at a tumblr post about their unfinished duel from the clone wars show. That’s not the kind of fan knowledge you should be working off of…

Genuine question: how many of y’all even knew who Cad Bane was? If my brother hadn’t forced me to watch a few seasons of the clone wars I’d have had absolutely no goddamn clue who this joker was. (And I think a good percentage of Mando / TBOBF viewers may also be like me and aren’t big Star Wars buffs outside of these shows, so they’d have zero context for this interaction)

Lost opportunity to have the Tusken lady in black and the kid come back to help Boba. Yes I’m still upset about that, I was planning on dying mad about it.

Just…so very little of any of this finale made reasonable sense……..I’m gonna have to watch it again and do a play by play because it’s so jumbled in my head after one viewing

Luke really did put that infant in a ship and send him off to god knows where care of who the hell knows because he was angry he picked the beskar huh

Who’s the true baby here mr skywalker

This has been and will remain a “Luke Skywalker can fight me in the Denny’s parking lot and I’d win” house

Pacing aside since there’s not a lot to be done about that, this ep could have still been good if they’d given us even an ounce more context for some of these interactions.

It really feels like the writers were just stalling for time with this while finishing up Mando S3 which is a huge shame because this could have been GREAT as like an hour Boba Fett special or something. Trim the fat, do better with the Tusken story line, get rid of those GOD AWFUL mods, focus on what these events mean to BOBA (and Fennec), we could have had a real tight and punchy story.

Seriously fuck the mods everyone here hates the mods who’s idea we’re they

Blah blah other stuff happening I don’t even care about this nonsense at this point beyond watching my favorite little imaginary people run around on screen

Grogu should have taken the lightsaber too. Just for extra “piss off Luke” points.

I know Din didn’t take his helmet off this entire time because Pedro couldn’t actually be there to film, but I would have liked a nice helmet-less reunion scene with Grogu. Or a face reveal with Boba. I just miss Pedro’s handsome face ):

Boba did look really good this ep though 👌 and we’re almost back to his Mandalorian s2 levels of badassery in combat which was nice to see.

Bobadin shippers we won today

IM SO FUCKING GLAD COBB ISNT DEAD HOLY SHIT this was really the only thing I ever cared a little bit about djskdjsjjd

How’d he get there though

Did the townspeople bring him in? And for what? Did they know Boba had a bacta tank????

Or did Boba and co swing by and pick him up after the fight and bring him back? How’d he survive that long if it was an injury bad enough to take him out/keep him out/require the use of a bacta tank????

Oh god please don’t give him a whole ass robot arm like the fuckin mods I’ll scream. Give him a nice discreet job like Fennec’s. Please don’t make my boy cringe.

Anyway see y’all at Christmas time for Mando s3 💀

[fuck-goes-on]

Honour

pairing/s: past din djarin x gn! reader because you’re dead

summary: din visits you after a long, long time and bringing grogu along to introduce him to you

warning/s: DECEASED READER (you’re dead, you’re gone, you’re nada), grief, mourning, angst, crying, big hurt but also big comfort, bittersweet, helmet removal, and you’re dead

note/s: somewhat a continuation and sequel to Creed!! this idea was on the whim, like i just thought WHAT IF- and now we’re here LOL this is uh third person omnipresent because i wanted to include what grogu was thinking and feeling KEK

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Why he came back, he didn't know. Or maybe he didn't want to know. Maybe he already knew but refused to acknowledge it.

As the Razor Crest descended from the sky and landed in a forest, there was a coo coming from behind him. He turned around to see Grogu tilting his head like he did whenever he was confused or questioning something. The kid was silently asking him why they were there with his big eyes, when his distress and upset was obvious.

Din sighed and stood up from the pilot's seat, reaching to carry Grogu up in his arms. His steps were heavier than usual with heart ache as they walked out of the ship. His ad'ika perked up and looked around in wonder, admiring the tall, green trees and the sunlight filtering through the leaves. It was beautiful to the child.

But not to Din.

Din brought him and his child back at the planet where he lost everything. The planet where he lost his life. The planet where he lost his soul. The planet where he lost his love. The planet where he lost his heart. The planet where he lost you.

Flashes of your smile went through his head each time he stepped on twigs and leaves. Flashes of those three fucking knives went through his head each time the light hit his eyes. Flashes of his arms holding your dead body went through his head as he slowly walked to your grave.

Grogu's ears drooped down as he felt his buir's hurt. He knew that his buir had dark memories on the pretty planet, knew that being there caused him to retreat into his self-loathing thoughts; He just didn't understand why. Why were they there? Why does his buir always put himself through pain and agony?

It all came to light as Din stopped in front of a mound of dirt covered in grass and wildflowers. Rocks stacked on rocks surrounded the mound and were weathered and aged with moss and cracks. Your name was still visible where it was carved into the largest rock at the top of the grave.

Din fell on his knees, clutching at Grogu so tightly that he squeaks loudly in surprise. His mind was racing with the days when you were the one who was beside him during his travels across the galaxy. When you were the one who made him smile so much the clan would think you were a sorcerer. When you were the one who soothed his nightmares and cries. When you were the one he took care of and the one who took care of him.

Not that he didn't love Grogu, maker above he loved his kid so much that he brought the womp rat with him to see you after so many years. Or, what he left of you.

Placing the kid down on the ground beside him, Din took a moment to just wallow in his hurt, to just let himself be overwhelmed with the negative emotions he pushed away and ignored ever since you passed. Back then, he would've surely lost his mind if he let your death suffocate him into his own demise, but now— Now he has his kid with him. His ad'ika that could have had another buir if you were still alive.

Grogu clawed at Din's cuisse, trying to get his attention as he climbed up on his lap. His buir didn't react, however, and that made him worried. He frantically scraped his claws on the shiny surface of buir's armour, the beskar strong enough that it didn't leave a single mark. When all he could feel was pain and heartbreak in the midst of emptiness, Grogu opened his mouth and wailed as loudly as he could.

Din snapped out of his spiralling thoughts and craddled Grogu back on his chest. His ad'ika whimpered sadly and scratched at his helmet, wanting to see his face. Removing his helmet was still a challenge to do, only having taken it off once and that was when— But he's slowly getting used to removing it for Grogu, for his clan of two.

As his buir bared his face for him to see, Grogu felt his usual smile of seeing his handsome father fall at the sight of his tears streaming down his cheeks. He raised his clawed hand to try and wipe the offending liquid away, and hopefully it would wipe away his buir's sadness too.

Din smiled weakly at his son's attempts at comforting him, at the touch of his son's hand. You would've loved him, he thinks to himself. You would've been a better parent than him, a hardened mandalorian bounty hunter, with your teasing and caring nature.

You would've.

Grogu complained out loud when he was placed down once more but quietened when Din looked at him. He pouted and fell on his butt, sitting with his back to his buir. A large, gloved hand rested on his head and stroked him lightly.

"Grogu..." Din said at last, smiling once more when his ad'ika swiveled his head towards him in response. Holding back his sniffles, he points to the rock that carried your name. "I'd like you to meet your other buir. My riduur."

The kid made a noise of confusion, turning to look at the mound and scrutinising it in his gaze. Blowing a raspberry, Grogu looked back at his buir unimpressed. He doesn't get it; How can he have another buir when he already has one?

"My ka'rta, my lover," The mandalorian gently explained, "They are clan even if they are gone." Din grimaced as his mind kindly reminded him of that fateful day you fell. He could see Grogu work it out in his little toddler brain, trying to understand what he said, if he could understand Din at all. But, soon, his son's eyes brightened and stared at the mound with a renewed light.

Din watched as Grogu shakily stood up on his little feet and walked closer to your grave. The womp rat tilted his head left and right, flexing his tiny hands before flopping face down on the ground. He sat up in concern for his child, almost picking the kid up to see if he was alright, but before he could, the kid wiggled his whole body vigorously. It didn't occur to him what Grogu was doing, and when it did, he almost goddamn broke down.

Grogu was hugging the mound of dirt, letting his face get buried in the patches of grass and wildflowers. His claws were flapping and hitting the ground like how he would hit Din when he's happy in his arms. He wiggled around for a moment until he found a comfortable place and curled up, cooing loudly.

The sight made Din crumble down and cry. Tears were uncontrollable as they cascaded down from his eyes. Feelings of happiness and sadness filled his whole being; Happy because Grogu accepted you as his buir so quickly after knowing who you were for a minute, but sad because you would never know his child— your child.

Laying down beside the grave, Din turned his body to face Grogu who was slowly drifting off into sleep. He wondered if his ad'ika could see his memories of you, if his ad'ika could somehow feel you. As he reached out to caress Grogu's back, it was almost easy to imagine you laying there on the grass with them, smiling brightly at both him and the kid and humming softly under your breath. It was almost easy to imagine you holding Grogu in your arms as you curled into Din's.

It was almost easy to imagine.

BONUS:

You murmured stories of your adventures with Din to the sleeping child on top of you, hovering your hands over his little body comfortingly. It surprised you when the child saw you, and more so when the child understood who you were. You turned your head to look at your husband, drinking in his aged but still handsome face. Reaching out to cradle his cheek in the palm of your hand, your soul hurting when you remembered you couldn't touch him.

You settled with just watching your lover fall asleep next to your son, next to you.

It was easy to imagine.

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[jangofctts]

omg I just read so much of your writing and I’m 🥺🥰🥲🥵 the absolute royalty shit that we see here today. i’ve recently discovered I am very into ~thigh riding~ so do u have any thots on how our boys (especially our clone babes) feel about it? much obliged

IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY KEJHKJRH SO HERE YOU GO OMG

boba: yEs--boba absolutely adORES when you crawl into his lap and straddle his thigh. he’ll either pat his lap and invite you up or it’s one of those times when he’s intentionally ignoring you and you have force your way onto his lap so he has to pay attention. imo the first time you ride his thigh you weren't intending to, you wanted to fuck him but with boba, if you want something from him he’s gonna do it his way or twist it into something to tease you. so he’ll say something like “if you’re so desperate, ride my thigh” or maybe “ride my thigh and then we’ll see if you deserve my cock.” he’ll sit back and enjoy the show with a smug grin, one hand gripping your hip. he’s not controlling your pace, it’s mostly just there as an anchor bc you’re gonna be doing all the work. you’re lucky if you get to ride his bare thigh, but most of the time he’s got pants on so they always end up soaked after you cum and boba always teases you for it, “ruined another pair of pants, little one” but really he isn't even one to talk, he’ll be rock hard and leaking through his pants too. he’ll also nine times out of ten put his fingers or thumb into your mouth to suck on while he flexes and pushes the hard muscle of his thigh up to your cunt. he likes that satisfaction of knowing that even his thigh can make you shudder and whine his name--a bit of a power trip esp if he’s sitting on the throne. he’ll fuck you nice and hard afterwards if you’re a good little princess for him          

din: din wants you to ride the beskar thigh plating. he doesn't realize it’s a thing he finds arousing until you sit over his thigh and he sees the heat from your thighs fog up the metal while your arousal smears over the shiny beskar. literally it’s like something just CRACKS in him and he goes feral for it. a dark thrill that comes from seeing your cunt drip over his precious armor, something so sacrilegious that shouldn't be arousing but it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. sure, it’s a bit cold at first but the more you get into it the quicker it heats up--it’s slippery too, not a lot of friction unless you drag your clit over the seams of the armor, but with din’s hands holding onto your hips and dragging you over his thigh, it’s not long before you cum. din is gonna be encouraging you the whole time, just a constant flow of praise and little moans of his own. he might bury a hand in your hair or slip off his glove and touch your clit when your hips roll up into his hand. he’d loose his mind if you lended a hand and palmed him through his pants. he doesn't even care if he ruins his trousers, he’s just so...fixated on the hypnotic motions of your hips rolling over his thigh, your wetness dripping off the plating and onto the floor. he might focus on your mouth, parted with gasping moans or how they roll the syllable of his name. he likes to watch you come undone like this, shuddering and whiney as you cum and eventually roll off his thigh. he probably busts a nut right then and there if you start to roll your tongue over the beskar, happily cleaning up the mess you made. but....sometimes...lick it off himself just to get a taste of you       

paz: big boy blue ALSO likes when you ride his beskar, but he likes it better when the armor is off and he gets to feel your wetness for himself. he has big ol’ beefy thighs and likes when you straddle one and start to ride him like that. imo he likes it when youre pressed up right near his cock so when you roll forward your own thigh brushes against his cock. it’s also just easier for him to grab your hips, set a pace and watch you squirm and whine. ngl he’s more interested in fucking you, so he’ll get cheeky and start jerking his thigh or holding you in place while he circles his thumb over your clit. p much will sabotage your wild ride and convince you to slide onto his cock instead. though,....if you were to tie him up, tease him bye riding his thigh, he might like that :)  

rex: oH rexY BOY--listen, rex has heard ALL about thigh riding, or rather what the clones like to call it, “paint job”. he doesn't understand the big deal, thinks that it’d be a complete hassle to clean and what not. in my oPiNiOn he’ll be sitting with you in an empty break room or on a couch, you both have feelings for each other but nothing's been said yet. somehow the topic of paint jobs come up and he tells you what he thinks and how it “couldn't possibly feel good, blah blah blah”. you just roll your eyes and you ask if he’s even tried it. he definitely blushes and mumbles out a no and with a leap of faith you ask him if he wants you to ride his thigh. baby boy rex gets very shy and embarrassed about it but he’s not gonna say no. so you’ll flash him a little grin and peel off your pants and your over shirt, make rex relax against the back of the couch/chair and sit over his plastoid covered thigh. even though when you start to grind on his thigh you still have your underwear on, rex with pick a corner of the room to just stare at. it’s not because he doesn't like you, he’s just incredibly shy and afraid he’ll cum in his pants if he looks at you. you gotta cup his jaw and force him to look at you. when that happens his eye will immediately drop to between your legs and just moan at the sight. he gets it now. seeing your arousal that’s already leaking through the thin fabric and staining the blue and white plastoid--he has to grip the fucking sidearm to anchor himself. his armor is one of the only things that he owns and is proud of, so seeing you riding his thigh, moaning and whimpering his name he goes wild for that shit. unfortunately he does end up cumming in his pants but eh fuck it. it was worth it   

cody: he likes when you ride his thigh in semi public places like the 79′s, debrief room, gunships, you name it. imma explain the 79′s scenario bc im a whore but anyway, cody likes to bring you on dates there, one because the drinks are free for him, two it’s dark and so unless someone is really looking at the two of you, it’s pretty secluded. he always chooses a back corner table and after a couple drinks you start to get handsy--nuzzling his neck and wiggling your fingers between the gaps separating his thigh and codpiece. it alWAYS starts like that. cody will chuckle, push his nose into your neck and nibble a line up to your ear, then bite down onto the cartilage. in that dark, rumbly voice he might sigh “such a depraved little creature. we’re in public”. but you can feel his smile and how is pulse quickens under your fingertips. cody will sigh and shake his head as he pulls you onto his lap, bUT--he’s gonna have you with your back to his chest plate, your dress/skirt/pants rolled up or down just barely in the view of anyone who glances over or looks a little closer. it’d be no secret what you both were up to but cody likes that. dude doesn't have any shame and so he’ll wrap an arm over your hip, push you panties to the side and slide his fingers through your folds. once they're coated in your arousal he might pop them into his mouth or yours, clean them off then flex his thigh onto your pussy. when he asks you to grind on his thigh you readily agree. while you ride his thigh he’ll nibble at your throat and suck bruises onto your skin, either watching your wet pussy slide over the plastoid armor or on the look out in case one of his brothers comes near. one time, just as you started to cum, a couple fresh shiny’s got an entire eyeful of you arching and burying your nose into cody’s neck as he rolled his fingers over your clit. safe to say they were a bit spooked--but of course, cody thought it was the funniest thing and couldn't stop laughing even if you were close to tears with embarrassment. now....he doesn't invite anyone to watch, but he wouldn't say no to a few prying eyes          

wolffe: I feel like with wolffe, it’s gonna be right after a mission--one of you might've almost died or gotten real hurt so he’s not thinking about fucking you properly--he just want his mouth on yours, hands buried in your hair as he pins you against the wall. I dont think he initially meant for you to ride his thigh, but when he wedges it between your legs and you moan into his mouth the second he increases the pressure, he freezes. he’ll do it again and when it receives the same reaction from you he smirks and tugs on your hair and might say smthn like “you like that? if you wanted to ride my thigh you could've asked sooner”. he’s either focused on your face or on your pussy, just soaking up all your little reactions or twitches when you roll your cunt over the plastoid. he'll have both hands on your hips, helping you grin up on him, while you either cup his face or grip his arm. either way youre in for a wild fucking ride--wolffe tbh wants to see his armor dripping by the time he’s done with you. sO do nOT be surprised if he just, doesn't let you stop, pushes you to keep going until he’s satisfied. imo I think he’ll make you lick it up after, or just in general would really Like It if you run your tongue over any part of his armor. he likes to be Appreciated :)

wrecker (im sorry I just nEEDed to include him kejkejh): honestly since baby boy wrecker is uh, so big, thigh riding is some of the first things you try with him. you’ll both be butt ass naked bc it’s just easier to explore like this, and while wrecker is eager he knows he has to think about his strength in order not to overwhelm or hurt you unintentionally. he’s a bit of a goof ball so when you straddle his thigh and bring his thicC fingers to your cunt he’ll smile and say some shit like “wow, you’re wet” or like “is it always this wet/soft?” he doesn't mean for it to be teasing, it's more like he’s just stating a fact bc he’s curious about you. you just nod and say it’s all for you, baby/only for you. the second you put your cunt over his thigh he’ll curse and clamp his hands around your hips or ribcage, and just to make the experience all that better for him, you’ll jerk him off while you ride him. wrecker is very vocal/loud and so you’ll know exactly what you’re doing that he likes--he’ll probably tell you how pretty you look, or how good you smell etc., that bOY IS SO FULL OF LOVE and just wants to tell you! it doesn't take long for him to spill into your hand, he shakes and no doubt wakes up half the barrack/ship but who the fuck cares. you just smile and continue to ride his thigh, chasing your own thigh. once he recovers a bit, you can grab his fingers and show him how you like to be touched. he’s a surprisingly quick learner with this and so it doesn't take long for you to cum. afterwards he’ll run his fingers over his thigh, collect the mess you left and taste you and maybe say “you should ride my face. can we do that?”