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Moff Gideon x GN! Reader

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Thump, thump.

You carefully close the door behind yourself and step outside your small house. The air is cold and you can see the steam form in front of you as a shaky breath escapes your dried lips. You lean backwards, placing your head at the surface of the door.

Thump, thump.

You were not made for this. The tension is devouring you. Eating you alive. It is too much, way too much.

Thump, thump.

You frown, and take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. Taking a step forward, you find yourself straightening your back just to freeze a few steps further, your body suddenly covering with goosebumps.

'The look he gave me,' you think to yourself and back away inside your house. 'He knows what I have done.'

After locking the door, you quickly sit down on a simple bed and nervously bounce your right leg, hiding your face in your hands. Suddenly, the water bottle standing on your kitchen counter snaps. You jump in your seat and feel your heart speed up, until you realize what made the sound.

'What have I done?' you ask yourself under your breath and kick the shoes off your feet, then place them next to the door.

Subconsciously, your feet guide you to the bathroom, where you strip down and glance at yourself in the mirror. You look very stressed and tired, the circles underneath your eyes are a lot more visible than usual. It's been two days since the incident that has been driving you insane. You step inside the shower and turn the tap with the hot water, trying to comfort your skin. You carefully wash your hair and your body and each time the foam gets in your eyes, you quickly rinse your face with water and look at the entrance door, as if expecting to see a Stormtrooper sent in to arrest you.

You swallow through the dry throat and finish showering, then brush your teeth and leave the bathroom, preparing yourself to get some sleep. Or at least attempt to.

After around an hour of staring at the ceiling and another few minutes of laying still with eyes closed, you throw the duvet to the side and stand up from the bed. You couldn't stand it anymore. Each time your eyes would close, you would see Moff Gideon and the way he glanced at you two days ago.

He knew. He knew everything you did. And you could tell that just from that glance.

Were you paranoid? Absolutely.

Were you wrong in your assumption? Absolutely not.

You walk to your small kitchen and pour a glass of ice-cold water and chug it down in a few gulps.

'He works like a businessman, if there are any chances of survival for me, they will rapidly increase when I will confront him about it. I can sell the person who is the mole. I can… I can do everything to fix things…'

You swallow the tears, feeling the burning sensation travel down your throat. After a quick glance to the side, you swiftly approach the chair on which you left your uniform and get dressed again. You slide on the shoes, tie them and brush off the invisible dust, making sure that there is no dirt on them. You might be approaching your demise, but if that's the case, then you at least will look good.

Allowing the muscle memory to be your guide through the darkness, you run down the street, descending from a small hill on which your house was built. You turn to the right and follow the path between the short buildings until you see a Stormtrooper standing in the dark. The refreshing smell of the upcoming storm hits your nostrils.

'Stop right there!' he says as he spots you.

'Imperial officer here,' you say out loud, showing him your ID and approaching the guard slowly. 'Is there any vehicle on the airport? I would like to fly to Moff Gideon's Star Destroyer.'

'There are two space shuttles and a bunch of TIE Interceptors. Shall I transport you to the aircraft?' he salutes you and offers a helping hand.

'No, thank you. This will not be necessary.'

You nod at the soldier and head towards one of the TIE space ships. It doesn't take you long to take off and arrive in the Star Destroyer's hangar. When you jump down on the black, glossy floor, you can feel your heart pound again. You close your eyes and breathe out, then look around. The hangar is pretty much empty and you can smell the fresh fuel fumes in the air. Most of the staff is sleeping, the only people who you encounter are the guards patrolling the corridors. After checking the time, you realize that Moff himself might be sleeping as well, but it's too late to turn around now. It would be extremely suspicious to arrive in the hangar and take off immediately after.

You nod at the group of the four guards passing nearby the TIE units and turn on your heel, heading towards the southern exit. Your steps echo through the corridors, as you submerge yourself in your own thoughts, once again allowing your body to enter the autopilot mode.

When the elevator door leading to Moff Gideon's headquarters slides open with a hiss, you feel like running away. You take one step forward and look down at your feet. Suddenly, you become hyper aware of your presence: you left your home with half-dry hair, you look extremely stressed out and exhausted and you cannot control the sweating of your palms.

You force yourself to look up and take a deep breath, following another step forward. While slowly exhaling, you ignore your racing heart and approach the door to Moff Gideon's room and knock on it.

There is no immediate reaction.

'He's sleeping, I shouldn't..'

'May I help you?' you hear his voice behind you.

You try to mask your reaction to his unexpected appearance, but he catches it immediately, eyeing you down and up. When you turn around on your heel towards him, you notice that he is dressed in a full black military uniform, without his combat armor. You straighten your body, forcing yourself to look far in the distance, instead of staring into his alluring eyes.

'Moff Gideon!' you salute and he nods.

'At ease.' He says and lifts his chin up, piercing your soul with his intense gaze. 'Well?'

'I apologize for interrupting you so late,' you begin and feel your throat tighten. 'But there is something that I have to inform you about.'

'I trust you that the case is of an extreme importance for you to come rushing to me so late in the evening,' he interrupts you and scans the palm of his right hand, opening the door to his room. 'Please come in.'

You lower your gaze and open your mouth, but no words come out. Instead, you step inside and move to the right, allowing him to enter the room. You uneasily lift your face up and look around, glancing at the beautiful surroundings. It had all the iconic Galactic Empire aesthetics, mixed with some high-quality furniture; there was a king-sized bed, which looked extremely comfortable, a door leading to the bathroom, a doorframe leading to a walk-in-closet and some small, yet modern kitchen with a table and a dark-leather sofa.

'You seem stressed.'

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you look at the man, who stares at you from the kitchen. In the dimmed light, you can only clearly see his silhouette and his eyes, which seem to be glistening in the dark. You take a step towards him and tighten your fists. He observes you, taking a sip of water from a glass.

You open your mouth and then drop to your knee, placing your right hand on your heart.

'Moff Gideon. I have betrayed the Empire.'

You can hear the movement of fabric and a quiet tap, as he places the glass on the marble counter. He looks down at you and walks over to you, his steps slow and full of grace. You can feel his presence crushing you and you can feel your chin tremble. After you press your eyelids together, you hear the sound of the Dark Saber igniting and a quiet, innocent sizzling following it.

'How exactly did you betray the Empire?' he asks calmly, walking around you, the Dark Saber casting a glow on your body.

You look up at him, seeing the same light reflecting in his dark, intense eyes.

'Three days ago, I leaked the data about the satellite dishes. The same ones which were destroyed by the local rebellion merely hours later.'

He looks away and nods, continuing to circle around you like a predator tormenting his prey. He slides his thumb on the metallic hilt of the weapon, feeling it warm up under his touch.

'Do you know what is the price of a treason?' he asks you.

'I do. And I am willing to do anything to correct my mistake. I know who was the person that got their hands on the data. I can track them down, I can-'

Your voice cracks as he stops in front of you and you glance back at the floor, lowering your head before him. You are painfully aware of the Dark Saber, which is suddenly directed at your neck.

'Just please, Moff Gideon. Spare my life. I will do anything to regain your trust, I-' You feel the tears come to your eyes as you stare at the glowing weapon.

Without a word, he deactivates it and sits on the kitchen chair in front of you. He slightly parts his legs and looks down at you, with a smirk playing on his lips.

'You haven't fully lost my trust.'

You shift your gaze into his eyes and feel your other knee collapse to the floor, as you try to calm yourself down.

'You haven't betrayed anything,' he reveals and watched the change of expression on your face.

'But…' you start and soon find yourself speechless. He watches you look for words and leans forward, as a playful spark appears in his gaze.

'I wanted to test you. So I did. The person who had stolen the data from you, was one of my most trusted ISB agents. We already knew about the local resistance attempting to destroy our communication system, so I decided to orchestrate it so that it would look like you helped them in assaulting it.'

You feel as if someone lifted the heaviest of weights of your chest, but at the same time, exchanged them to a bucket of the coldest water. You grasp the collar of the uniform and pull it, trying to take a deeper breath. The entire adrenaline suddenly disappeared from your body and you feel yourself shake.

'So, you set me up?' You look up at him, feeling the tension fall from your shoulders.

'I did,' he admits openly, but there is still something dark playing in his eyes, it's almost the same spark you saw before, the spark that made you think about him for hours after seeing it.

You decide to ignore it and slowly exhale, as you shift back to your feet and slowly stand up from the floor. It was so much, way too much for one day. You were tired and now all you wanted to do was to lay down in your bed and finally fall asleep.

'Am I dismissed, then?' you ask him.

He leans back in his chair, tilting his head to the side. You cannot stand his gaze, so you look away.

'No. There is one more thing that has been bothering me for the longest time,' he informs calmly, carefully inspecting your reaction, noticing the desperate attempt of a discreet swallow. 'Yes, I did set you up. But how does that justify your behavior?' he stands up from the chair and stands in front of you. Your heart sinks inside your chest. 'Should the officer be so careless and allow such a thing to happen? Maybe you haven't betrayed the Empire directly, but you allowed the enemy to use your foolishness to their advantage.'

'It wasn't even an enemy,' you whisper but his hand shots towards your chin. He grasps your jaw and pulls it up, forcing you to look him in the eye.

'What did possibly make you so distracted to abandon your post with all the confidential data available to anyone? I have spoken with your counselor and I know that the results of the obligatory monthly tests haven't changes, so don't even try to lie to me.'

You grit your teeth and look away, your nostrils flashing in fear.

'Are you gonna be quiet?'

Your jaw muscles flex, as you persistently look away.

His left hand finds it's way into your hair and grasps it. He takes a step back, pulling you with him and sits on the chair, spreading his legs once again. You almost fall to your knees, but he pulls your head right before your legs hit the floor and positions you in front of him.

'Do you think I don't know what's been going on with you for months now?' he asks, his hands tightening inside your hair, making you hiss in pain. 'I will not tolerate how you let your personal feelings influence your work.'

You look at him with fear in your eyes.

'Oh? You thought I was not aware?' He smirks devilishly and you can feel your face starting to burn.

'Moff, I-' you trail off and look to the side, avoiding his intense eyes.

'If I am wrong, then say it.'

You stay silent. Your bottom lip quivers, and you bite onto it, trying to stop yourself from crying in front of him. After a few seconds of silence, which thickens the air around the two of you, a single tear falls from your eye.

'If I am correct, on the other hand…' he leans forward, still holding your hair. 'Take off my belt.'

You stare at him in disbelief, as he releases your hair and sits comfortably in the chair, looking down at you. Your heart races inside your chest and you slowly lift your hands and place them on his knees. He doesn't say or react in any way, letting you make your own decision. You lock your eyes with his, feeling your heart skip a beat as you do so. He lowers his eyelids and slightly raises his chin, pinning you down, showing you your rightful place. It's surreal how much power he holds over you with something as simple as a look. His gaze is unbearable and hypnotizing at the same time, you want to look away, but you find yourself unable to.

You drop your gaze to his belt and reach with both of your hands towards it, pulling the leather out of the buckle, then attempting to free it from his pants. He doesn't help you with any of it. Just sits, waiting patiently for you to finish.

You firmly grasp the buckle and push your left hand to his hip and after a few more seconds of struggling, you manage to free the belt. You carefully look up at him and notice the dark expression playing in his eyes. He wraps his hand around yours and grasps the belt, then folds it in two.

'Your safe word?'

You glance at the belt and swallow, feeling the shiver crawling down your spine.

'Ki-Kiwi.'

'Good.'

He then proceeds to grab the back of your neck.

'Take off your boots.'

You obey him immediately and watch him kick your boots towards the entrance door. In the next moment, you are being lifted off your knees and placed over his lap. Your heart races inside your chest and you already know what will come next. Gideon traces his hand from the back of your neck, all the way down, stopping it just above the waistline of your pants. Your breathing is getting faster and you support your balance with your left hand, placing it on the floor. He grabs the fabric of the top of uniform and slides it just enough to reveal an inch of your back. As his warm fingertips trace your bare skin, you feel yourself shiver. Your mouth drops open and you can't help but moan when he decides to slide his nails just a few centimeters across your back.

'Silence,' he orders you and swings the belt at your bottom.

You yelp and jerk yourself forward, as if trying to escape the unexpected punishment. He immediately grabs your hair and pulls you up, arching your back and delivering two more slaps. You whimper and grasp his leg, trying to support yourself while being forced in such an uncomfortable position. Gideon stares at you, gritting his teeth in anger.

'Stupid whore,' he calls and you almost choke on the swallowed air. 'What did I say?'

You freeze in fear and after a few seconds of silence, feel him impatiently shake your head.

'Silence,' you quote him quietly.

'And? Answer me, how many sounds did you make?'

'Three.'

'Three, what?' He spanks you again, painfully.

'Three, sir!' You cry out and immediately sink your teeth in your bottom lip.

'For each sound you make…' he starts and you can feel him release your hair from his grasp. You kick your feet on the floor, trying to adjust yourself bent over his lap, as he reaches with his both hands to your pants.

You quickly turn your head towards him, shooting him a concerned glance. His gaze travels from your ass all the way to your face and you open your mouth to stop him, but he just raises his eyebrow at you. As you inhale to speak up, he yanks your pants all the way to your knees and throws the belt aside, then slaps you with his own hand. The filthy sound fills the room and you turn your head away from him, feeling the tears of humiliation appear in your eyes. 'For each sound you make,' he repeats. 'I am adding four of these. How many times should I spank you…'

'Twelve, sir.'

'Did I allow you to speak?' he asks coldly and swings his hand at your bottom. You grit your teeth and focus on keeping your breath calm. He rests his hand on your ass and listens to you for a few seconds, before spanking again. His punishments sting and leave a red mark on your body, but you are enjoying it just as much as he is.

'Just fourteen more' you think to yourself and bite on your inner cheek after his next spank.

He grabs your left cheek and squeezes it and you can hear a satisfied grunt escape his lips. You smirk to yourself despite the pain and accept the next slap with a hint of pride on your face. You swallow very quietly and for a second your heart skips a bit, as you realize that he is yet again listening to your reactions. When he decides that there is nothing punishment-worthy in your behavior, he gives you a series of four slaps, one right after the other. You can feel yourself getting extremely aroused, and you are not even halfway through your session. You inhale slowly through the nose and almost loose your focus on the next slap. Gideon notices your shaky breath but decides to ignore it.

He rubs a few circles on your butt and sometimes pushes his nails into your skin, playing with your bare bottom. After a few seconds, he notices the re-appearing shivers on your legs and spanks you again, not allowing you any time for rest, until there are only two left.

He smiles mischeviously to himself and slides his hand under your top, travelling up your spine. You open your mouth and inhale through it, trying to keep your breath as quiet and steady as possible.

'Take your uniform off.'

You quickly reach towards the buttons and with a bit of his help, the top soon joins his belt. He takes his time inspecting your back, tracing your body with his entire palm, colliding his rough, warm skin with your soft, touch-starved one. He looks down on you, his eyes glistening in the dark, as he crooks his fingers, just enough to scratch your back with his nails. You can feel your eyes roll in your sockets, but when he positions his hand behind your neck, both of you already know that you won't be able to keep your mouth shut.

Gideon leans forward and slowly starts to drag his left hand across your spine, his nails playing with every nerve in your body. The pleasure waves being sent across your body are surreal and feel like small electric shocks, each time his hand travels further down your body. When he is halfway through, he spanks you with his right hand. The sudden impact pushes your body forward, but you manage to stay silent, though you are convinced that he can hear your racing heartbeat.

Gideon smirks and plays with your back for a few seconds, before dragging his nails down your spine, all the way to the top of your ass, where you simultaneously spanks you. You throw your head backwards and moan loudly, feeling yourself get wetter with the overwhelming sensation.

'Useless bitch,' he comments and pushes you off his lap.

He stands up and moves the chair away, as you try to pick yourself up from the floor. You quickly kick your pants off your legs and look up at him, seeing him stand in front of you, pinning you down with his gaze. With teary eyes, you lift your hands to his pants and grasp the material of his pants. His hand gently brushes through your hair and you take it as a sign. When you unbotton and unzip his pants to slide them down, he leans forwards to you and takes off your underwear. He smirks to himself, seeing very obvious signs of your arousal, but decides not to comment on that yet. Gideon straightens his body again and watches you freeing him from his boxers.

You shoot him a worried glance, unsure if you should say anything when you witness him half-naked in front of you. He steps outside his pants and boxers.

'Open your mouth,' he orders you and you shift on your knees, opening your mouth widely for him.

He traces your jaw with a smirk on his face, then places his thumb on your tongue. You immediately close your mouth to suck on it, but he removes his finger and gives you a light slap on your cheek.

'Keep it open.'

You nod at him and obey him once again. He repeats the process, but then grasps your chin and quickly leans forward, spitting inside your mouth. Without giving you a chance to react, he grabs your hair and pushes you down his dick, immediately hitting the back of your throat. You find yourself unable to breathe or even moan, as his length fills your throat. His hand secures you in one place, while you try to push him away, fighting for air. You soon realize that he is not going to let you go that easily, so you control your panicking body and focus on working your tongue on his length. Gideon looks up at the ceiling and closes his eyes, releasing a small, yet blissful sigh. He slowly pulls your head away to his tip and gazes down at you. You slowly breathe in and slide your tongue up and down the bottom of his tip, while squeezing your lips around him, gently moving your head. He gathers your hair in his fist, but does not apply any pressure, just holds it in one place. You can't help but smile against his dick, knowing that he is enjoying himself because of you.

You look up at him, locking your eyes with his and push yourself down his length. He stares at you with his lips slightly parted, while his breaths are getting heavier with each of your stroke. You trace your tongue on his veins poking through the silky smooth, hot skin and wrap your right hand around his base, knowing that there is no way in this world that you are going to fit his entire shaft in your mouth. With your left hand, you slowly drag your nails from his knee all the way up his inner tigh, just to cup his balls, which tighten under your touch. Still staring at him, you squeeze your right hand and move it in a circular motion, matching it with the bobbing of your head. He closes his eyes for a second and hisses.

'Fuck,' it's a quiet sign of your small victory, but you will take it. But when he lifts up his eyelids, he doesn't enjoy the look of pride gleaming in your eyes, as you continue to stroke him.

Gideon tilts his head and regains his composure, watching his dark skin repeatedly disappear inside your mouth. He lets go of your hair, just to grasp on it's roots and pushes you away from his dick. He watches with satisfaction as he leaves your mouth with a 'pop' sound and enjoys the view of your saliva connecting his tip with your tongue. He then pulls you onto himself again and you allow him to do as he pleases, trying your best to focus on pleasing him, not your temporary inability to breathe.

'Hands behind your back,' he orders and you can feel the fear slice through you like daggers.

'Surely he won't-'

'Now!' he snaps at you and you grasp your wrists behind your back.

Without your hand blocking the rest of his length, he proceeds to slowly push you down his cock. Your eyes water with tears and he smirks down at you, seeing one of the tear travel down your cheek.

'Regretting it, yet?'

You cannot respond in any way. You cannot shake nor nod your head or even grunt against his skin. You are forced to stare at him, as he fucks your throat however he pleases. He pushes you down even further, until there are just about two centimeters left and holds you there for seconds, which seem like eternity. When he frees you from his grasp, you push away immediately and try to stop an awful gag reflex. You cough once and feel him pull you towards himself again.

'No, plea-' you try to stop him but he is quick to fill your throat and this time, he doesn't stop until your forehead touches his belly.

'Were you saying something?' he asks you and you can hear the smirk in his voice, though you can no longer look up at him. The tears stream down your face and you kick your feet, fighting for your life, praying that he will let you go until you run out of the air in your lungs. 'You can pretend all you want, but do you know what I'm seeing? A slut. A slut so wet just from having their master's dick shoved down their throat.'

You can no longer hold your hands behind your back. You place your palms on his hips and try to push him away, as your vision gets blurry, both from the tears and lack of air.

'You are dripping all the way to the floor. Disgusting, pathetic whore.' He pushes your head away and watches you bend towards the floor, fighting another gag reflex.

As you recover from the throat-fucking, he removes the rest of his uniform, staring at your pathetic form, crawling in front of him. You lift your wet eyes at him, sniffing quietly. Your gaze is locked with his, then you take your time inspecting his body, looking at his nice, strong arms and incredibly attractive chest. You can practically feel your mouth water as you are done taking his silhouette in. You lean closer, wanting to kiss his body, trace your tongue on his gorgeously toned legs, but he pushes you away. Instead, he grabs the back of your neck and points your face at the small, wet trace you made while hovering above the floor, servicing him with your mouth.

'Clean up your mess,' he tells you and you can feel yourself shiver.

You look behind you and up into his dark eyes.

'Moff, I-'

'If you want to stop me, you know exactly what to say.'

You open your mouth and feel the tears of humiliation come to your eyes as no words escape your lips.

'That's what I thought. Lick. It. Up.' He lets go of your neck and pushes you down with his right foot, watching you descend towards the floor, with maniac look in his eyes. You swallow the burning sensation, feeling so powerless and ashamed, as you stick the tongue out your mouth and taste your own arousal on his cold floor. He watches your shy, cat-like licks and reddened face, smiling to himself before leaning down and grasping your neck.

'Such a fuck toy,' he comments, sending the shivers down your spine. He starts walking towards his bed, dragging you after him. 'I can do whatever I please, and you won't even stop me, will you?' he asks as you crawl after him, trying to keep up with his steps.

When he stands in front of the bed, he lifts you up and throws you on top of it, your body jumping up once before falling flat on your belly.

He then traces his palms on your still red ass, admiring his work, before giving it a few more spanks. He grabs your cheeks and pushes his nails into your skin, enjoying the yelping sounds that you make. He kicks open your legs and then opens the drawer beside the bed, pulling out a bottle of lube. As he opens the bottle and slides the lube across his length, you can feel yourself grow impatient. Your muscles keep flexing on nothing, desperately seeking his attention.

'So eager,' he says in a low voice and grabs your hips and tugs you towards himself. Your eyes widen at the unexpected move, but before you have a chance to recover, you feel his tip playing at the entrance to your ass.

You moan into the bedsheet and he lifts your head, preventing you from muffling your own voice.

'Got anything to say?'

'Please, Moff, I will literally die if you won't do something,' you whine.

He teasingly slides his dick across your butt, driving you insane. His hand tightens on the top of your head and he continues to move his hips, gently stroking himself on your skin. You can feel yourself getting more and more aroused and there is no sign of an upcoming relief.

'Please,' you beg him quietly.

'What do you want?'

'You know what.'

'I do. And I want you to say it. Loud and clear.'

He arches your back and pulls you towards his chest, then positions his mouth next to your ear, the hot air blowing on your nerves as he continues to tease you.

'What is the thing that my fuck toy so desperately wants?'

He slides his hands to your chest and lets you rest the back of your head on his shoulder.

'I want you to use me,' you say softly to him and he shots you a glance. His dark gaze seems to be burning a hole in your soul, but none of you are able to look away. His hands find their way to your nipples and he is quick to torture them with small circles and squeezes. 'Do whatever you want. I am literally all yours.'

He grits his teeth and quickly moves his head, connecting his lips with yours. You reach behind your back and wrap your left hand around his shaft, pumping him up and down, while his lips attack yours. He locks your bottom lip between his teeth and sucks on it, making you roll your eyes. Your hand freezes and you find yourself unable to control your body under overwhelming pleasure. He slides his tongue inside your mouth and swallows your moans, then slides his other hand down your body. Gideon squeezes your nipple in between his two fingers and drags his right palm down your belly, stroking your most sensitive spot. You moan loudly in his mouth, tilting your hips to lean into his touch.

You want more. You so desperately need more.

He pulls away from your mouth and pushes you onto the bed. Your brain is foggy and you cannot process anything that is happening, until you feel him push against your butt. You try to crawl onto the bed, but he holds you in one place, preventing any of your movements; his hands locked on your hips. You whine when you feel his tip entering you.

'Do you still remember your safe word?'

'Yes,' you moan out and look behind your back.

His eyes slowly travel from your ass to your eyes and he presses his hand on your lower back, laying you flat on your belly. His gaze darkens and he pushes himself inside of you. Your mouth drops open and you subconsciously wiggle your feet, whining as he continues to enter you, inch by inch at the time. You try to relax your muscles against him and tilt your head to the side. He pulls away and pushes deep inside of you again, making you see the starts in front of your eyes. His hips slam onto your ass, sending shivers all over your body, centering them around your already unbearable arousal.

You feel your face burn from embarrassment, as you hear the filthy moans and whimpers escaping your lips with each of his thrust. You lean forward and bite into the bedsheet, spreading your legs, trying to improve his access as much as you can. He picks up an unforgiving pace and angrily grasps the back of your neck. You release the bedsheet from your teeth and moan out loudly.

He forces your muscles to stretch and you can feel your braincells slowly evaporate as he fucks all the comprehension and intelligence out of you. All that matters is him and how he is using your body. You grit your teeth, trying to stop your filthy moans, but you just pant instead.

'Fuck,' he grunts and changes pace to a slower one, pulling all the way out to his tip, then slamming back into you again.

The pressure is unbearable and you can feel some of your muscles go limp, as his body starts to shake against yours. You turn your head towards Gideon and see his intense gaze and parted lips. You reach with your hand below your body, very gently brushing your hand against his ballocks.

He sharply exhales a bit of air and leans forward to your back.

'You are such a good fuck toy,' he says in a low voice interrupted by his own thrusts.

'Please come inside of me!' you beg him and he lays down on your back, wrapping his forearm around your neck. His hot skin glistening with sweat connects with yours and when he flexes the muscles on his arm, choking you, your eyes roll in the sockets.

'Such a good whore. Look at you, being fucked so brainless.'

The shivers from his voice travel across your body, making your muscles tighten around his dick. Your body goes fully limp and despite the lack of air, you find yourself fully submitting to him.

'You are doing so well,' he whispers in your ear and then gives it a long lick. 'I am so pleased with you.'

You attempt to push back onto his length, trying to relieve your own arousal, but you cannot move. Instead, you just place your palms on his arm and give his bicep a gentle squeeze. He lets go of your neck and your head drops to the bedsheets, and he continuously thrusts inside of you. He buries his face in your hair and exhales hot air, which seems to burn your skin. Gideon grits his teeth and whimpers, then slams his hips onto you and bites into your shoulder. The second you yelp, you can feel him shake as he releases his load inside of you. He marks your neck and body and pushes his hips one last time, holding them in place for a few seconds, as the last drops leave his body.

He picks you up by your hips, then pulls out, flips you onto your back and drops you to his bed. He watches your chest falling heavily, as you fight with your body and mind, trying to regain any kind of control over yourself.

Gideon smirks more to himself than directly at you and turns on his heel, slowly but surely walking towards the kitchen.

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Made a comic based on a post by @flilisskywalker. This took me 14 hrs 8 mins total. I’m beat.

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Not Like This

din djarin x female!reader

warnings: angst, angst, angst, angst. if you're looking to feel better after chapter 23 this is not gonna do it. canon violence, mentions of blood and injury, threats of death.

word count: 1,368

summary: chapter 23 of the mandalorian happened, and you had a front row seat.

SPOILERS BELOW THIS CUT.

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"when i can't sleep at night⏤ i stare at the empty side of my bed, and wonder about the things i would tell you, if you were lying next to me." ⏤A.S.

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Not like this. Not like this. Not like this. Your heart was racing in your chest, and with every painful beat the words echoed through your skull. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The fingers wrapped around the back of your neck squeezed hard enough that you knew there would be bruises left in their wake⏤ you could feel his nails digging into your flesh⏤ but the pain wasn’t registering. Not yet. Not when fear and panic suffocated you in a haze the way it did. All you could feel was the heavy weight of Din’s gaze under his helmet. He was reassuring you. Din was restricted in whip cords, brought down to his knees by Imperials, weapons carelessly cast aside, and he was reassuring you in the familiar comfort of Mando’a. 

It’s going to be okay, cyar'ika.

No. No, it wasn’t. Moff Gideon’s laugh in your ear told you it wasn’t.

Don’t cry. We'll get out of this.

Were you crying? You couldn’t even tell⏤ you were numb and frozen in shock. This couldn’t be happening.

You’re going to fine. I swear it, cyar'ika. I won’t let them hurt you.

You didn’t care. Your own safety was dangerously low on your list of priorities. If it meant Din got to walk away safely you’d do anything. Literally anything. 

Listen to him. It’s alright. Just do it. He’s going to hurt you if you don’t.

No. You couldn’t. Not like this. Din and you had been side by side for years now. Partners in every aspect. It started with bounty hunting. Then, when Grogu came into the picture it turned into running from the Empire. Searching for the child’s home. The nature of your jobs continued to change and alter, but the love between you both had never faltered. It grew and grew and grew until it could be contained no longer. For three years you had been his partner in crime, but only for the last six months had you been his lover. 

“Take his helmet off. Now.” Moff Gideon growled low in your ear. Seething in rage at how long this was taking, but not enough to just walk away or do it himself. The bastard knew the weight of this and you knew it was why he wanted you to be the one to break Din’s creed in such a violent manner.

You shook your head again⏤ hands curled into tight fists at your side. No one took the Creed more seriously than Din, but you were a close second. It became a habit for you, living with him, and keeping your eyes away from him in moments when he needed to shed the helmet. Even when he removed it for Grogu, you averted your gaze. Din asked once why you hadn’t just looked when you had a chance, and you told him it was because you respected his beliefs and you wanted to do it right. 

And, Din said you would. He swore that when the fight was done, when he finished helping Bo Katan reclaim Mandalore, all three of you would settle. Din would find a safe place for you, him, and Grogu. A place where you could share vows then remove his helmet, creed intact. Somewhere quiet and warm. Somewhere he didn’t have to wear an ounce of beskar on his skin and you could spend the entire night memorizing every detail of him. You had spent countless nights dreaming of that soft moment to come.

Not like this. Not like this. Not like this.

Moff Gideon, impatient and eager for his enemies’ downfall, lifted his hand from the back of your neck to tangle in your hair then he yanked your head back. A cry of pain tore through you as Din lashed out in anger⏤ trying to loosen the Imperials’ hold.

“Take his helmet off or I slit his throat and let his blood pool at your feet.”

He shoved you forward, hand falling away from you, and a sob left your lips. Trembling violently, your hands reached out to settle on either side of the silver beskar helmet you associated with adoration. You loved this man, yet here you were about to forcefully tear a piece of him away.

“It’s alright.” Din whispered. His hoarse, modulated voice making you cry harder. “Do it. It’s not your fault. I want you to do this.” Your bottom lip quivered and you bit down on it hard enough to draw blood. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyar’ika.”

With a sharp breath, you lifted his helmet and squeezed your eyes shut. Maybe he wouldn’t notice that you weren’t looking. Moff Gideon could make you break Din’s creed, and maybe keeping your eyes shut now was more a nuance than anything else, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Even when the logical voice at the back of your mind told you that Din could redeem himself once more⏤ if the two of you just got out of this alive it would be alright⏤ you couldn’t do it. Redemption or not, this moment would be gone. You couldn’t unsee his face. An Imperial barked out a sound, and Moff Gideon’s hands were on you once more.

“Don’t touch her!” Din yelled.

Moff Gideon strangled you now, his hand wrapped around the front tight enough to steal your breath, “One last choice, you stupid, stubborn girl. Open your eyes and look at the once Mandalorian or I’ll make sure you never see anything again.”

“Look at me. Look at me!” Din roared, you could hear him struggling against his captors again. “Cyar’ika, please. Please look at me.” He pleaded⏤ begged. “Open your eyes for me, please.”

Broken at the anguish in his voice, you opened your eyes and Moff Gideon made sure you faced your Mandalorian. And, there he was. The man you loved. Sweat made strands of his brown hair cling to his forehead while the rest sat a mess on top of his head from where you pulled his helmet off. Scruff along his jaw that you had felt, but never seen. And his eyes⏤ Din’s eyes were the softest shade of brown and the emotions that swirled in his gaze was enough to knock the wind from you. Panic, fear, anger, anguish, but there was also love. So much love and adoration that it made another sob slip from your lips. You wanted to touch him⏤ to tell him how beautiful he was while your fingers traced every line of his face. 

Your hand lifted to him, but you were suddenly yanked back so he was just out of reach.

“Take him to the debriefing room.” Moff Gideon commanded and the Imperials began to drag him away. You screamed out to Din, trying to lunge toward him, but Moff Gideon kept a tight grip on your arm locking you in place. In all your focus on watching Din get dragged away, you hadn’t noticed a weapon being drawn⏤ not until the vibroblade pierced your side.

“No!” Din’s scream seemed to rattle the room. You collapsed and clutched your side to try and stem the bleeding that would not stop. It gushed through your fingers painting your clothes and the floor red. Din was thrashing in the arms of the Imperials who carried him off and the last look on Din’s face that you got to see was blinding rage. Then he was out of sight.

You laid your head on the ground⏤ eyes growing heavy. Moff Gideon was addressing the other Mandalorians trapped behind the doors, but sound was slipping away and all you could focus on was the silver beskar helmet lying discarded on the floor beside you. The t-shape visor stared back at you almost mockingly. This was nearly how your day started. Lying on a too small cot with Din pressed to your side in full armor. Soft snores escaping from his modulator while you stared at your reflection in the visor and imagined the day you’d get to fall asleep next to him sans beskar.

Not like this. Not like this.

Blaster fire filled the air and you let your eyes drift close.

Not like this.

[next part]

[mando-din-lorian]

BOBA COME SAVE YOUR MAN

[flilisskywalker]

Bo: I've got this. Go save our kid.

Din: Ok. Wait... Our?

Bo: I said our?

Din: Yes.

Bo: Hmm... I... I meant your. Of course it's not my kid. I'm not his mom. I don't even dream of being his or anything.

Gideon: Bo-Katan, you're gonna fight me or not?

Bo: Shut up, Gideon! I'm talking to my husband!

Din: Husband??????????

Bo: Husband? I meant... hmm... friend. Yes, good friend who I definitely don't wanna marry since you declared your love to me in that boat under the moonlight.

Din: ...

Gideon: Awkward.

[ithecrystaldragonheart]

Star Wars Incorrect Quote

Y/N:It was really shocking when I learned Din's real for the first time.

Y/N:One might even say it was...Djarin.

Moff Gideon:...

Y/N:You know, like jarring?

Din, turning to Cara:They make that joke everytime we meet someone new.

[femmehysteria]

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day, check my pinned post for active polls

[honeymoon7770]

"Great, we're saved!"

[swan-of-sunrise]

Taking Care of Business (Chapter Forty-Five)

Summary: On the anniversary of the Battle of Endor, (Y/N) opens up and shares more of her past with Din as they spend the anniversary in their home on Nevarro.

Pairing: Din Djarin X F!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Disclaimer for a discussion of wartime trauma/traumatic experiences

A/N: Hi there! Since The Mandalorian and Grogu and The Mandalorian: Season 3 aren't gonna release anytime soon, I decided that I'd write a few chapters about Din, Alor'ad and Grogu's life on Nevarro before their adventure continues in their movie/show, so stay tuned for more chapters :) Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Forty-Five The Festival (Previous Chapter)

One of the first things that newcomers to Nevarro learned about the small Outer-Rim planet was that the sun set quickly over the vast lava flats and rocky terrain, all thanks to the planet’s unique orbit. The second and most surprising factoid about the Hydian Way’s booming anchor point was that its inhabitants – both the beings that lived on the ashen world of black sands all their lives and the settlers who’d emigrated there after its eventual liberation from Imperial forces – absolutely loved a good party. To please the people of Nevarro, High Magistrate Greef Karga instituted several jubilees commemorating various historical events and local holidays, and the largest of those celebrations was the Festival of Freedom, a day to celebrate the Battle of Endor and the ultimate defeat of the Galactic Empire by the Rebel Alliance.

While (Y/N) enjoyed the city’s many holidays and participated in as many of the festivities as she could, the Festival of Freedom was one that she couldn’t bring herself to celebrate. To a significant part of the galaxy, the war ended that fateful day and peace was automatically achieved the moment that Emperor Palpatine’s death was announced, but that simply wasn’t the case for (Y/N) and every single person who’d fought for the Rebellion; there were still planets to free from Imperial occupation and citizens to save from the wrath of their oppressors, and they simply didn’t have the luxury to stop and celebrate the momentous victory. That, coupled with the fresh memories of their violent and traumatic battle against Moff Gideon and his Stormtroopers on Mandalore, was what compelled (Y/N) to speak up and ask Din over breakfast if they could stay home instead.

“Of course we can, alor’ad,” Din automatically replied, setting his mug of caf down and reaching across the dining room table to rest his hand atop hers, his warm brown eyes overflowing with sincerity and a touch of relief as he continued. “To be honest, I was about to ask you the same question; my back’s still sore from that last hunt, and I don’t think it’ll feel any better if I go ahead and weigh it down with over fifty pounds of beskar.”

“In that case, I suppose that everything they say about great minds thinking alike is true.” (Y/N)’s tone was light and there was a smile on her face, but she expressed her gratitude to her husband by twisting her hand around and threading her fingers securely through his.

(Y/N) and Din spent their day tidying up the house, a task that they’d both been putting off for far too long; with (Y/N) spending most of her time fixing up what would soon become her seamstress shop, Din training Grogu in the Way of the Mandalore and the pair of them hunting down bounties across the galaxy for Captain Teva, their humble home and garden had fallen into the wayside. By dinnertime, they’d cleaned the kitchen and ‘fresher, straightened up the bedroom and living room, weeded the garden and were nearly finished folding their newly-washed clothes, all while taking turns encouraging Grogu to practice wielding the Force.

The sun had already set by the time they finished preparing dinner and tiredly sat down to enjoy their food, the both of them wishing that they could call it a night and go to bed early but knowing that the Festival of Freedom’s fireworks show would only disturb their slumber. “So, what do you wanna do to pass the time until the festival’s over?” (Y/N) asked, reclining on their couch with Grogu seated on her lap and absentmindedly tossing his silver sphere across the room, only for the child to halt its movement and summon it back to her using the Force. “We could play a game of sabacc…or we could watch a holovid…or we could always disassemble and clean every single blaster on this property…”

“If we did that, we wouldn’t finish until next cycle’s Festival of Freedom,” Din chuckled as he plopped down onto the couch beside her. Although they’d been living on Nevarro for several weeks, she was still growing accustom to seeing her husband without any of his beskar armor on; on their little tract of land, he exclusively wore the durable work-wear and comfortable lounge-wear she’d sewn for him, and she couldn’t get enough of seeing the fearsome Mandalorian looking so relaxed and at peace. “Why don’t you teach me how to sew?”

(Y/N)’s brow rose in surprise. “You wanna learn how to sew?”

“Of course, alor’ad. Your craft is important to you and to your people’s culture, which means that it’s important to me as well,” Din explained as his brown eyes shone with earnestness. “If you can learn how to fight from a Mandalorian warrior, then I can learn how to sew from a Naboo seamstress.”

A smile slowly spread across her face at that. “All right, then. We’ll start with something simple and go from there, okay?”

Her husband got up from the couch and bent down to kiss her forehead as he went to retrieve her sewing kit. “You’re the alor’ad!”

Although sewing was the furthest thing from the typical repertoire of a fully-trained Mandalorian warrior, Din was a patient student who listened to her instructions and watched her demonstrations with rapt attention. She showed him how to thread a needle and tie it off, then sat back and allowed him to practice on a scrap of plain cotton; thanks to his mastery of countless weapons at a young age, he possessed a delicate touch typically unseen in those with larger hands and after a couple of attempts, he successfully completed the task. It was then that Grogu, having grown bored with their unusual distraction and tired from his active day of training, let his parents tuck him into bed and instantly fell asleep, cuddling up to his stuffed loth-cat toy as he snored. As quietly as they could, they crept back into the living room and after enjoying a glass of wine, (Y/N) talked Din through sewing a button onto the scrap cotton.

“Okay, now make four stitches below the button to secure it…no, a little to the-yep, right there. Now, tie the thread off,” (Y/N) instructed and once Din finished, she offered him her small pair of scissors along with a proud grin. “And all you have to do now is trim off the excess.”

Accepting the scissors, her husband carefully snipped the thread and held up the cloth to admire his handiwork. “I lost track of how many times I’ve tried and failed to stitch buttons back onto my clothes, and I don’t even wanna know how many credits I spent at different tailoring stalls and seamstress booths before I met you.”

“While I can’t get you those credits back, I can make sure that you never have to pay to have your clothes repaired…with credits, that is. I still require kisses and cuddles in exchange for my repairing skills,” (Y/N) sunnily replied.

The Mandalorian’s lips curved into a suggestive smile as he set the cloth aside and rested a hand on the curve of her waist. “And what’ll these lessons end up costing me?”

Feeling a little mischievous, (Y/N) leaned over and trailed soft kisses along the scruff of his cheek, stopping right next to his ear and whispering, “Dish duty for a week.”

“Mir’sheb!” Din exclaimed in exaggerated outrage, his fingers dug into her side while (Y/N) devolved into fits of giggles and attempted to squirm away from his tickling attack.

Before Din’s lips could descend onto hers, the thunderous explosion of a firework echoed outside and their home’s foundation quaked; in an instant, (Y/N) was jarringly reminded of why they opted to stay home in the first place, and she immediately sobered. “Let’s, um…let’s try a little embroidery. It’s tricky to get a hang of but it’ll be a nice challenge…” She quickly extracted herself from her husband’s arms and crossed the living room to rummage through her chest of sewing supplies, vaguely aware of her frantic heartbeat and sweaty palms as she fought to keep her voice to stay steady. “We need some embroidery thread and needles-” Another firework exploded and her grip on the chest’s lid tightened in response. “D-Did you know that Boba gifted me an embroidery machine? Yeah, it’s a pre-Empire model, even older than the one my mother used to use.”

“Alor’ad…?”

“It works in a pinch, but I’d much rather embroider by hand if I can help it-”

“(Y/N).” Her eyes briefly closed for a moment and she shut the chest’s lid, slowly sinking to the ground and wrapping her arms around her knees, her gaze diligently trained on the star-patterned material of her lounge pants but mindful of Din as he tentatively lowered himself to sit on the floor beside her. “Please, ner cyar’ika alor’ad, tell me what’s wrong.”

Biting her lip, (Y/N) finally looked over at Din and felt a surge of guilt when she saw the concern written across his face. “Where were you when you heard about the Battle of Endor?”

Her husband’s brows briefly rose in surprise, apparently taken aback by her unusual question. “I was at the covert. I’d just returned from a job with a beskar ingot and the Armorer was forging my left vambrace when we got word that the Emperor was dead; in the city above us, the citizens were rioting and the Imperial garrisons were quick to abandon the planet once they realized that there were targets on their backs.” When she nodded and remained silent, a look of realization filled his warm brown eyes. “I thought that the fireworks might’ve triggered memories of your time in the Rebellion…but it’s something more than that, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) mumbled, dropping her gaze and tightening her hold on her knees when another firework exploded in the distance. “The day the Emperor died, I was smuggling over a hundred civilians off of Chandrila. We were stopped at a blockade and when I realized my cover was blown, I initiated evasive maneuvers; the transport I was piloting was a piece of bantha fodder, though, and it wasn’t long until the TIE Fighters damaged out fuel cells, making it impossible to make the jump to hyperspace without landing for repairs first. If those refugees were from any other planet, surrender would’ve meant they’d become prisoners of war but at least they’d be alive. Unfortunately, Chandrila’s outspoken support for the Rebellion meant that any of its citizens caught fleeing Imperial rule would be labeled as traitors to the Empire and executed on the spot.”

“What happened then?”

“My transport received an urgent transmission from one of the Rebel Alliance’s top generals, relaying the news that a second Death Star had been destroyed and rallying the galaxy to join in the fight against the Empire,” (Y/N) replied, briefly glancing over at Din as she continued. “They told me later that the holographic transmission had been broadcast across the galaxy but in that moment, I could’ve sworn that it was meant for me; it gave me hope for the first time in cycles that someday we’d be free and that everything we were doing as Rebels would finally come to fruition.” Her fingers idly fiddled with the material of her lounge pants and she could feel him shift beside her. “So, I flew our transport into an asteroid field and eventually managed to shake the TIE Fighters in there before landing on a nearby moon for emergency repairs. Once we repaired the fuel rods, I flew them all to our base on Bayora and was given orders to immediately evacuate another refugee settlement on Kuan.”

When she finished her tale, she took a deep breath and turned towards Din; his expression wasn’t one of pity or sympathy, but one of deep understanding that only someone who’d known bloodshed and loss all their life could ever convey. “The war didn’t end for you that day. That’s why you didn’t wanna go to the Festival of Freedom today.”

“It’s difficult to enjoy the celebratory fireworks show when all I hear are the terrified screams of those refugees every time those TIE Fighters bombarded our shields,” (Y/N) replied with a sullen, humorless smile. “I don’t fault anyone for commemorating one of the Rebellion’s landmark milestones, of course, but I don’t think I’m ready to move on and forget about that day.”

While her words still hung in the air, her thoughtful and kind-hearted husband reached over and rested a hand on her knee, the sensation of his thumb tracing warm circles along her limb succeeding in grounding her swirling emotions. “No one can tell you what to feel, alor’ad; you spent years witnessing first-hand the galaxy-wide horrors that the Empire inflicted on its people, and it would be cruel to tell you to just forget those horrors for the sake of a celebration.” He brought his free hand up to brush a wayward strand of hair behind her ear before gently cupping her cheek in his palm. “But you can’t remember the bad without acknowledging the good; you saved the lives of over a hundred refugees that day and the moment you got them to safety, you went on to save countless more. If it were up to me, the New Republic would set a day to honor you and every other Rebellion smuggler who risked their life to save our galaxy’s most vulnerable from the Empire’s wrath,” Din paused to give her a knowing smile. “But I’ve known you long enough to know that you’d rather eat a mynock than be the center of attention.”

(Y/N) laughed. “You really do know me, don’t you?” When their laughter died down, she took the hand that had been resting on her knee between her own and held it tightly. The Mandalorian’s hand was calloused and scarred from his years as a follower of the Way but while he viewed them as simple blemishes, she considered them to be badges of honor; they were an integral part of who he was as a person and evidence of his devotion to his religion and despite his own ambivalence towards them, she adored each and every one of them. Most of my scars are invisible, she thought to herself as she stared into her husband’s softening eyes, but that doesn’t mean he loves them any less. “But you’re right, sweetheart. I’ll find a way to balance the good and the bad and maybe next cycle, we’ll make it to the Festival of Freedom.”

“As long as you’re ready, we can do whatever you’d like,” Din promised, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss onto her brow and pulling back to give her a challenging smirk. “So, what’s this I hear about embroidery being too tricky for a beginner like me?”

“Hey, I never said that it was too tricky because you’re a beginner…” She didn’t bother to suppress the impish smile that began spreading across her face as she continued. “Everyone knows that bounty hunters lack a delicate touch.”

Instead of countering her playful insult with one of his own, Din arched a suggestive brow while his brown eyes darkened with a sudden fiery desire. “Is that so? Kelir Ni tengaanar gar pehea laandur Ni liser cuyir, ner ori’atin riduur?”

Upon hearing her husband speaking Mando’a so seductively to her, a pleasant shiver ran down (Y/N)’s spine and she felt her face warm when his eyes darted down to watch her reflexively bite her lip. The smoldering expression on Din’s handsome face was momentarily overtaken by confusion when (Y/N) got to her feet and began walking away, and she couldn’t help but smirk as she stopped to look over her shoulder at him and planted a hand on her hip. “You coming, or do bounty hunters require a written invitation?”

Din, clearly opting to ignore his aching back, leapt to his feet at an almost inhuman speed and scooped her up into his arms with a chuckle, muffling her own giggles with a passionate kiss as he carried her into their bedroom and locked the door behind them.

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Mando’a Translations:

Alor’ad-Captain Mir’sheb-Smart-ass Ner cyar’ika alor’ad-My darling captain Kelir Ni tengaanar gar pehea laandur Ni liser cuyir, ner ori’atin riduur?-Shall I show you how delicate I can be, my very stubborn wife?

A/N: I know that this chapter was on the sadder side but don't worry, the next one is wall-to-wall fluff! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! Oh, and I’ve created a Spotify playlist of all my favorite music from the world of Star Wars, so if you’re interested in checking it out the link is down below!

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Chapter Forty-Six Taking Care of Business Masterlist

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[doritooooo]

So my good friend, @kellyofsmeg pointed out to me that Din's mudhorn pauldron was ripped off.

This is after they led Din away.

Kinda hoping that Din and Bo get matching mythosaur pauldrons.

[ladyzirkonia]

hi !! I hope you're well 💚

sorry if this is random but I need to scream this somewhere and i'm curious to hear what others have to say abt this aa

I gave myself the hope that the reason why Bo-Katan didn't seem to give too much of a reaction while she watched Din get captured was because she was holding herself back so Moff wouldn't know that she cares deeply abt Din and use that against her by hurt Din 😭

idk if I'm just delusional (I'm a sw fan so yes) or something waaah what are your thoughts abt this?

Su cuy'gar* my friend.

That's totally not a random question! In fact I was a little bit disappointed when I saw Bo-Katan's reaction as Din got captured. I found her reaction to Paz to be much stronger, but she also knew that he was certain to die. You could see her struggle because she probably vowed never to leave a Mandalorian behind again.

So I rewatched the whole scene for you, paying special attention to Bo-Katan's reaction. Unfortunately, she wears a helmet, which is why the analysis is of course a little more difficult like in the scenes where she's talking with Din without her helmet.

Din gets caught from Gideon's man, he tries to defend himself with the flame thrower and get's tied up. Right after you see first Paz and then Bo-Katan fire against the barrier.

Then she takes a step closer to the barrier, seems to pause for a fraction of a second. At that moment she is still lit by the light from Din's flamethrower. She hits the glass with the gun in her hand. A split second later, the screen wents dark. The perspective changes and we see Din fighting his opponents from her point of view. Then she hits the barrier again with her hand.

One must always remember that Bo-Katan is an incredibly experienced and skilled warrior. She has seen many people get hurt or die. It wouldn't suit her to panic or scream. But despite the helmet, you can tell that she is shocked for a split second. Viewers are only shown her and Grogu's reaction to Din's capture because those are the ones that count. She hits the barrier twice and later several times again when she is no longer in focus of camera, but you can see it when you look very closely. This reaction that is irrational and in due of desperation because she can't do anything about it. I think it's dramaturgically wonderful done that Bo is first lit up and shortly afterwards her ''face'' gets dark. Maybe also an indication how she's feeling in the inside.

After Gideon appeared, she initially stands there relatively rigidly, but during the course of Gideon's speech you notice that her posture is super tense, which culminates in her slightly desperate exclamation ''No!'' after Gideon sends off the Tie Fighters and Bombers. Din is taken away and Bo says in an almost slightly trembling and angry voice:

She responds to her likely rising panic with a threat. A relatively clear coping mechanism. She then threatens Gideon in a calmer and firmer voice to destroy him once and for all. And I'm pretty sure she will do.

I have to admit, I was a bit disappointed with her reaction when I first saw it. But I had to remind myself that she's not a silly schoolgirl. And after looking this scenes again I'm sure that she cares pretty much! You just have to look carefully. I love how subtle the whole season is over and over again and what an incredible talent Katee Sackhoff shows in bringing us closer to Bo's feelings.

And finally, I wanna show you of how Bo-Katan reacted in the second episode when she realized that Din Djarin was in danger:

And now just imagine what her face must have looked like when Din was captured after what they went through together.

Screenshots are mine. GIF's from @itberice, thank you!

This is the way!

*Su cuy'gar (Mando'a) = Hello (lit. you are still alive)

[certifieddilfenjoyer]

An eye for beskar part I Moff GideonxGN!Reader

An introduction to a smutty one-shot. Once I write the rest of the thing, I will make sure to add a URL to the other post at the end of this one here

'Is this the place then? Doesn't look very rich to me,' you ask under your nose, hoping that the wind blowing in your face won't muffle your voice, so that your small scout droid can still hear you.

It responds with a few blips and bloops and by the amount of high and low pitched noises it makes, you can tell that it is confirming the location of your target.

'Uh-huh, are you really sure?'

More blip-bloops.

'I'm just teasing you. I know it's over there. An ex-lab for some imperial remnants, huh? I don't think there's a chance we will be alone there. If we know about the destroyed base, there is a chance more of people already got the intel. We should act swiftly.'

One single bloop.

You finish looking through the binoculars and push yourself off the rough lava rock and slide down a small slope, all the way down in front of your speeder. Your vehicle is a scraped off Imperial speeder with some of your own improvements or additions, including a more powerful engine. You drive down the big volcanic rock, then enter an open field, heading straight towards the ex-Imperial base.

You keep your eyes open and send your droid ahead of you for it to perform a terrain scan. You test the comms with the droid and continue driving at full speed towards your destination. As you let go of the throttle, you look up towards a hangar built at the very edge of a volcanic cliff. There is an elevator downstairs, but it seems like it has been affected by the molten lava and is no longer functioning.

You lift your hands and take your goggles of, then look around. A few seconds later you can hear the scout droid returning back to you, then grabbing onto your backpack where a small droid dock station was mounted.

'Clear, right?'

Blip-bloop.

'Alright then,' you say and kick your feet in a few places in front of you, checking the stability of the sloped hill leading towards the hangar high above your head. 'It's doable,' you convince yourself and start your climb.

You try not to rush things, but you are aware that the time is of the essence. A few times you take a short break, afraid that the howling wind will push you off the unstable rocks, but merely moments later you safely reach the top and take a deep breath.

The hangar is pretty much empty, there are only a few speeders, very similar ones to the one you found on an Imperial-waste-junkyard and decided to modify. You stop to take a good look at them. All of the vehicles are damaged in different places, mainly because of the molten lava outbreak, but you could possibly get some working parts out of them.

You make a quiet 'hmm' sound and carefully jump over a lava rock, welded with the metallic surface of the floor. You move to a dark corridor and reach to your belt, pulling out a flashlight. You take it in your hand and mount it on the right side of your backpack harness, then turn it on.

What you see in front of you is a typically Galactic Empire looking facility.

'It was right, right, left and down the corridor up until the last door, right?'

Blip-bloop.

You nod and carefully move to your target location. Just as the scout droid confirmed previously, all of the halls are empty. The only thing you can hears is occasional sound of sparks created by some loose wires as well as the howling wind haunting the corridors. You are impressed that the facility still has some power, but on the second thought you realize that it was built along with a thermal power plant. The Galactic Empire receives a lot of hate, but their design was always one of the best in the entire galaxy.

You see the door at the very end of the hallway and sprint right towards it. You immediately approach the control panel with which you are supposed to be able to open the door, but the console is busted. You put your hands on your hips and look around.

'Don't tell me I will need to cut through that,' you knock your knuckles on the heavy metal plate separating you from reaching the inside of the room.

Bloop-bloop-beep.

'An air vent? I would be scared to go there with all the molten lava, you never know what happened.'

Beep-beep-bloop.

'And how much you would carry? One bar per one trip? That's not very time-efficient,' you argue with your small, helpful droid. 'But then again, I have to cut through that either way. Maybe they had some industrial level tools over here,' you wonder out loud. 'Tell you what, you go get as many bars as you can and I will try to work it out somehow. Let's not waste any time.'

You turn around on your heel and start looking around the abandoned base for any kind of tools. You go back to the hangar, thinking that the tools would most likely be left over there. Sometime later, you manage to find a small door and open it, discovering a cluttered storage room. You take a step forward and freeze immediately, looking around you with the flashlight.

'JD-8!' You call your droid across the corridor. 'It's not just beskar! They left some Imperial tech behind!'

You manage to find a mobile laser-cutter and some of the protective gear needed to use the tool properly. Around half an hour later, you finally access the main door to the big storage room where the true treasure was left behind.

'There is no way,' you say to your droid, your jaw almost dropping to the floor. 'JD-8, how... how did they get their hands on that? That is so much beskar we might not be able to take it all with us. The backpack can only hold some of that.' You say to the droid as you walk around the room, looking at the shelves with many Imperial containers holding beskar securely inside. One of those can hold up to five bars of the metal and you count up to eight of the containers.

'Good thing you didn't have to drag any of that through the air vent,' you mumble to your droid.

After you drop your backpack to the floor and shift towards the nearest beskar container to open it, you suddenly feel very anxious.

'Can you run a terrain scan again, please?'

Beep-beep-bloop.

You rotate the handle of the container and hear the hiss of air as the mechanism releases the lock and allow you to access the beskar inside. The droid vanishes inside the corridor and you transfer the metal bars to your backpack. When you grab the next container, you look behind your back feeling confused as to why the droid has not returned yet.

'JD-8!' You shine the flashlight down the corridor, but hear no response. You turn your head towards your backpack and continue stealing the beskar.

Suddenly, you think that you heard something in the hanger. You immediately reach to the flashlight on your shoulder and turn it off. You shift on your feet and slowly stand up, staring into the dark corridor. You hold your breath, focus your hearing and hear the sparks from the power cords hitting the floor somewhere. The wind is still howling inside, but...

You move to the side and grab the holster on your leg, quietly pulling out a blaster pistol. You grasp the handle of the gun tightly and aim towards the corridor, using the door you cut a hole in as your cover.

'Stay were you are!' You shout.

The only response are sparks hitting the floor. In the tiny bit of light they provided, you notice a figure. You think about turning on your flashlight and putting it next to the pistol. It could blind the intruder, but it would also let him know where exactly you are. You hesitate and before you make the final decision, you can hear the stranger take a step forward.

It's a heavy step that makes a metallic sound echo through the empty corridor.

'A droid?' You think to yourself and pull the trigger of your gun. The green light flashes from the barrel and goes straight to the arm of the robot, then deflects to the side.

You can feel your heart sink inside your chest, but you quickly press the button on the flashlight to check the damage you've done to the droid. When the shadows spread away from the cone of light, you are left with a feeling of terror. Following your instincts, more blaster shots are sent towards the enemy, but all of them are being easily deflected. The droid keeps walking rhythmically in your direction, his red sensor glowing in the light casted from your flashlight.

'JD-8!' You yell again but there is no response, so you decide to grab your backpack and crawl through the carved entrance.

The corridor to the left leads to a dead end, leaving you panicking. The heavy, echoing footsteps follow you and the only thing you can think of is to face the droid. It is immune to the blaster fire, but it doesn't look very mobile and for some reason, it looks very Imperial.

You think about that for a second and decide on your plan. If this is an Imperial droid, then why does it not have a gun? You push that thought aside, trying to focus on your best chances of survival. The sensor on the droid's face is pretty big, making you believe that the robot most likely has some high-tech gear packed into it. Combining that with the fact that it is capable of resisting a blaster fire, you are no longer hypothesizing – you are absolutely sure of it.

Using your knowledge of Imperial machinery and their usual engineering, the most logical thing is to expect a thermal sensor as well as night-vision mode. You shine your light on droid's arms and notice that the high-quality motors could easily destroy some thinner metal walls.

Your best bet on surviving this encounter is outmaneuvering the robot.

You move to the corner of the corridor, making sure that there is enough room for you to work with, and glue your eyes to the robot. You adjust the harness of your heavy backpack, when suddenly you get an idea. Maybe it's not anything incredible, but could buy you even as much as half a second of time. You reach inside your backpack and pull out one ingot of beskar, then when the droid passes through a doorway looking structure, you throw the ingot at its head. The droid stops and you can hear its motors readjusting the head, as you dive down outside of the robot's mobility range and slide a few meters away from him. Struggling, you push yourself up to your feet with the heavy backpack pulling you towards the floor.

You run straight to the hangar and glance behind your shoulder, seeing the droid turn its arm into a heavy blaster rifle.

'Oh, it has one,' you say and you throw yourself down to the floor, as the hostile machine opens fire at you. A few blaster shots land at your backpack, where they get deflected towards the floor or the ceiling.

You crawl further inside the hangar and stand up again, then hear the ingots slide through the holes in the fabric and hit the floor.

'Fuck!' You yell and run to the edge of the hangar, looking at the volcanic hill you climbed to get all the way up there.

The hill didn't change, but you certainly don't remember seeing a squad of Stormtroopers next to your speeder. You collapse to the floor and feel the tears appear in your eyes. What can you possibly do?

You could open fire from up above. It would give you a strategical advantage, however there is a battle droid chasing after you, so it wouldn't be enough to even scare off the troopers below you.

You crawl to the side and look at the hill opposite the Stormtroopers. It looks like it would be a lot harder to climb down than the side you used to get inside the hangar.

You look behind your shoulder and tighten your jaw.

'Fuck!' You punch the floor with your fist and stand up, then raise your hands above your head. 'I yield!' You scream down the hill until the Stormtroopers look above, pointing their rifles at you.

'Take the elevator down!' One of the soldiers tells you and you nod, still holding your hands high. You turn around and walk inside the elevator, then wait patiently for it to descend.

When the door slides open, your heart jumps in your chest at the sight of blaster rifles pointed straight at you. 'I yield, please, lower your guns!'

'Drop your backpack! Slowly!'

You follow their command and look around their masked faces. There is no sight of your droid. It was either captured or destroyed.

When your backpack hits the floor, one of the soldiers kicks it to the side, making all the beskar ingots that somehow managed to stay inside, spill on the volcanic dirt. The soldier pushes a barrel to your side, making you want to disappear from your body.

'We managed to capture the thief,' you overhear another Stormtrooper talking to a comms device inside his helmet. The soldier behind you pushes you away from the elevator and you obey him immediately. You keep walking until he tells you to stop. You are now facing away from the base, with the soldiers somewhere behind your back. Without turning your head, you manage to pick-up a sound of the elevator door's closing. You now know that there is less soldiers around you than before.

You risk a side-eye glance, trying to see your modified speeder. It is parked in the exact same spot you left it in.

'Do you carry only a gun?' The soldier behind you asks and starts patting your pantleg.

'Yes, just a gun and a flashlight.'

'Mhm.'

He keeps tapping you around your body, checking if you have anything else on you or if there is any more beskar that you were attempting to smuggle. After around a minute or two, he steps back and you can hear the buzz of a comms device being activated.

You try to eavesdrop but as soon as you do that, you hear a ship entering the atmosphere, heading straight towards your location. Using the overwhelming noise to your advantage, you shift on your feet and risk a slight peek behind your shoulder. There are only two soldiers, one near the elevator and the other one talking on comms.

You want to escape, but your brain tells you to stay in place. There is no way in this entire world, where you would be able to turn swiftly enough for the Stormtroopers to not notice it immediately, then dash to the vehicle, get on top of it and actually escape the area. You sniff and feel the tears come to your eyes, as the ships land inside the hangar. All you can do is pray that they will let you go.

The door to the elevator slides open once again and you hear the soldier approaching you. He then puts his hand on your shoulder and directs you toward the elevator, without using much force. You are aware that everything will depend on the level of your cooperation, so you decide to nicely obey their orders.

When the elevator stops at the top floor, you are being lead towards an Imperial space shuttle. The hangar is now full of stormtroopers as well as some other people in blue uniforms, who try to get through the volcanic mass which partially melted the hangar's floor and some parts of the corridors. A few heads turn towards you and you glance at a man of an average height, with darker skin, who is dressed in a black uniform. His eyes slice through you and you immediately look away from anyone in the room.

'Wait!' You glance back at the soldier marching behind you.

'Please go inside the ship.'

'No, please! I didn't steal anything!' You turn towards the soldier who aims his gun at you.

'To the ship. Now!'

You raise your hands defensively and try to convince him into letting you go.

'What's the problem, soldier?' You can hear a deep voice next to you. You turn your head towards the man and notice it’s the person you made eye contact with.

'Moff Gideon,' the soldier salutes. 'The prisoner refuses to get onboard the ship. They were very cooperative a second ago.'

The man looks at you again and raises his eyebrow. 'Our thief, was it?'

You open your mouth and close it immediately after. 'I didn't steal anything.'

He steps in closer to you and you can see that even though the sunrays shine directly on his face, his eyes remain almost as dark as before.

'Is that so?'

'Please, just let me go. I didn't end up stealing anything. I will never get close to your base again and I will let the other scavengers know that the base is occupied.'

Moff Gideon raises his chin and looks at you for a few moments before responding.

'Only a fool would take a thief's word. Board. The. Ship.'

You step away and slowly start walking towards the shuttle, while the man follows you behind. Only then, you notice that his frightening aura appears to be even stronger because of the cape dramatically swinging after his each move.

'Sir, I apologize, I will never steal from this base or any other base for that matter! I received intel that the place was destroyed by some Mandalorian and I thought that it was abandoned, I am not a thief, I have a code that I follow.'

'Do you want me to let you go?' He asks, constantly trying to close the space between him and you.

'Yes, please.'

'Under a single condition,' he responds, as his boots hit the metallic floor of the space shuttle. You stand in the middle of the ship, arms still raised defensively. He approaches you and reaches to his belt, making you take a step backwards. He grabs a weirdly shaped object, like a hilt without a sword and a second later you can hear a wooshing sound as the glowing blade emerges from inside the hilt. 'I'll cut off your hands.'

You dash away from him and instinctively reach to your empty holster. He grabs one of your wrists and you shout at him, struggling to free yourself from his grasp.

'What would it be?'

'Please, don't! Please!'

'Stop struggling.'

'Please don't cut my hands off,' you cry and he grabs your collar as you collapse to your knees. He holds you upright and you grasp his forearm for support, constantly looking at the blade.

'Look at me.' You tear your eyes away from the sword and look into the man's eyes, seeing the glowing edge of the blade, dancing inside his dark iris. 'I am not interested in any of your justifications. You wanted to steal from me and I will make you pay for it.' You try to pull away but he shakes you until you look up at him again. 'Listen to me. Is the speeder down below your modification? Don't even dare to lie to me.'

You nod a few times, as he holds you by your collar.

'How did you escape the Dark Trooper?'

'I don't know what that is,' you respond immediately and glance worriedly at his sword.

His expression softens just a tiny bit and he moves the sword further away from you.

'The droid that was sent after you.'

'It's not hard to avoid it,' you reply honestly. 'It's quite slow and has mobility dead zones.'

'How did you damage it?' He asks and you hesitate for a second.

'I threw a beskar ingot at its head.'

He pulls you up, helping you to stand back on your feet.

'It just so happens, that your cooperation is very valuable at this time.' He announces and turns off the glowing sword and the blade disappears with another swooshing sound. 'I will not cut off your hands, unless you won't agree to work for me.'

'That's not really a fair offer,' you point out.

'It's also not fair to claim an imperial vehicle, modify it and use it as a means of transport to an imperial base in order to steal beskar.'

You look away from his face and you can swear that you caught a glimpse of his smirk from the corner of your eye. He grabs your arm and pulls you closer to him, then redirects you to a nearby seat. 'Buckle up.'

He leaves the vehicle and you watch him with a weird sensation in your stomach. A few moments later a pilot trooper walks in, with Moff Gideon following behind. The pilot enters the cabin and you watch the Imperial officer take a seat on the other side of the ship.

'Is there any chance that I could get my droid back? It's a JD scouting unit.'

He crosses his legs and raises an eyebrow at you.

'A JD unit?' He repeats and you nod, glancing at him.

'It was never yours to begin with,' he smirks at you. 'I am starting to think that maybe I should cut off at least one of your hands.'

A cold shiver runs up your arms and you push your hands under your legs, as if trying to cover them from a strike.

'Nevermind,' you say quietly and look towards the pilot cabin of the shuttle.

As the lower deck raises preparing for the take-off, you hear Gideon shift in his seat and slide something on the floor. You look at him and he raises an eyebrow again.

'It's not yours, but you should repair a destroyed property.'

You look towards your feet and lean forward to grab a crushed droid.

'Oh, JD-8,' you whisper quietly and examine the droid carefully under your flashlight, trying to pinpoint what has been damaged. It looks like the droid has been strike from the side. You push your fingers under a bent metal plate, trying to get some access to the panel of the droid, but without the tools it's a lot more difficult. You don't say anything else, completely consumed by your current task, while Moff Gideon examines your features in silence. He looks at your hair and how you brush it away from your sight, he takes a mental note of your focused gaze and furrowed eyebrows and posture slightly leaning towards the droid you hold on your knees.

He catches himself staring at you, then lazily moves his sight to the left, looking outside a small window. He slides his leg down until his other foot hits the floor and readjusts himself in his seat, then looks at you again. This time, catching you staring at him.

You look down at the droid, suddenly feeling awkward with each of your movements. Your mind is blank, as the picture of his face is permanently burnt into your memory. You risk a peek again and thank yourself in your mind he is no longer looking your way. You continue to glance around his face, inspecting his chiseled jawline, full lips paired up with a nicely kept moustache and a slick back black and grey hair. From the current angle, you can also see his surprisingly long eyelashes and a straight nose with a smooth tip and quite big ears, somehow complementing his entire image perfectly. You also remember his cold, but deep and commanding voice.

'What kind of cooperation where you talking about?' You ask him, making him turn his head towards you.

'We need more people to test and improve the Dark Troopers,' he responds simply and stares intensely at you, making you want to look away, but you don't.

'But how is it connected to me in any way?'

'You exploited its weak point. I want to run tests with you.'

'Oh,' you exhale and look at the scouting droid again. 'Will I be dismissed afterwards? Will you let me go?'

He stares at you for a few moments without saying a word. 'Yes,' he replies eventually.

'Thank you.'

'Thank me when it's done.' NEXT

[qulrikkek]

Summary:

The Senate, and Elia Kane brings Bo Katan to the brink of falling... But a sincere confession from Din's lips turns their world upside down.

Notes:

EMOTION BOMBS INCOMING!!!

YOU WERE WARNED!!!

[lupinpetersclearwaterodairparker]

The Mandalorian season 3 ep 7 spoilers

Idk about u but when Din Djarin said “what means more to me, is honor. And loyalty. And character. These are the reasons I serve you Lady Kryze. Your song is not yet written. I will serve you until it is.” In the new ep of The Mandalorian I really was just trying not to scream as I watched it with my family 😵🦋🤞

Ummm anyway don’t contact me for 2-5 business days pls I will only be reading Din fics tyvm 💋

[flilisskywalker]

Din, Bo and Grogu would be all living on Mandalore now if it wasn't for Gideon and the damn Empire.

His presence there led to Grogu being in danger, which led to Din formally adopt Grogu and having to be sent away, which led Din to look for a house and a job that allows him to help Bo and Mandalore.

And now Thrawn is back.

The urgency of the situation basically interrupted the way they were living their lives for most of the season.

[chiinferno]