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Oya - Rogue, Chapter 34 || The Mandalorian x Force Sensitive! Reader

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Summary: You and Din take a little break, and Haran finally gets the information he needs. 

Warnings: 18+ smut! Tension, fighting, DarkDom! Din/sub! reader, p in v sex, oral (m receiving), cockwarming, teasing, swearing, just a little filthy tbh. 

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AN: Sorry this one took so long! I’ve been struggling with major writers block lately. It’s all going down in the next chapter so prepare yourselves 👀and maybe be a little patient with me~

Mando’a Translation: Oya - Let’s hunt. 

The next couple of days were spent waiting for the Bad Batch to return. 

Since the planet was crawling with less than savoury characters that may or may not be on Imperial payrolls – or New Republic – you mostly all stayed within the confines of Cid’s Parlour. 

If you did venture out – which was becoming more frequent as the days crawled by - it was only in the late evening or nightfall, when the city was dark and dimly lit and people didn’t look twice at those that walked past them. 

Cloaks and hoods were of course a given, which naturally, Haran delighted in. 

You really wanted a fancy cloak too. 

During daytime hours, you would mooch about the parlour, playing the holo-games or doing little odd jobs for Cid to, ‘earn your keep’ as she put it. 

Other than that, the three of you trained, since Haran’s ship wasn’t a big enough space. 

Which more often than not ended up in some kind of bickering or a hot and heavy atmosphere. 

Or both. 

It was a distraction and one you gleefully threw yourself into you. You needed to take your mind off the bombshells Haran had dropped and think about something else. 

The first night you stayed here, after the Batch left… You’d gone off for a quiet moment to let yourself stew over the information. 

The deeper you got into the knowledge, searching your memories and thinking of the possible futures of death and destruction, the more unhinged you felt. Not only that, but you felt your control on the Force slipping, giving way to that seductive, living power that Haran had shown you in your dream. 

You hadn’t realised it was leaking from you, not visible yet, but more potent than before. It had slipped through the space, fuelled by your anguish and the dissociation you had given into. 

On and on this went, until Din woke you from your haze and informed you that you had shattered every glass in a two-metre radius. 

Hence why you were now working side jobs for Cid, to pay for the damage.

Your life certainly had taken a turn, hadn’t it?

~~~

~~

“I’m sending you two out on a mission.” Haran’s voice greeted you and Din as you walked into the parlour after a scout around the local market. 

You looked over at Din, “You are? Why?” You set down the bag of supplies, fishing out an apple from the bag and you polished it on your cloak. 

Haran was reclined in a chair, his booted feet up on the table and a fan of cards in his hands as he played off against one of Cid’s guards, “We need more supplies, and I don’t want to keep turning up to the same market all the time. It makes us too memorable, and we don’t need that.” He sipped from his glass, shooting a glance at you both before returning to his cards, “And I’m sick of you two climbing the walls and skulking around. At least if you’re out on a mission, I don’t have to worry about you blowing something up.”

You rolled your eyes, taking a bite of the apple, “Aw, you sound like a tired father, Haran. I think we wear you out.” You grinned, a trickle of apple juice running down your wrist. You frowned at it, lifting your hand and licking the juice from your skin. 

As soon as your tongue caught the sweetly sour juice, you felt a pair of dark eyes settle on the movement, burning into you. A smirk tugged at your lips, and you bit the apple again, slower this time, so your lips dragged over the fruit. 

Your Mandalorian shifted beside you, like his armour was growing too tight and you heard the faintest little warning growl in his throat. 

You peeped up at him through your eyelashes, “What?” Feigned innocence filled your tone and you smiled sweetly at your fiancé. 

Haran sighed loudly from across the room, drawing the attention back, “That and the fact you two keep making sex eyes at each other. I keep expecting to see you both up against a wall or something.” He selected a card and laid it on the table. 

Din’s helmet was still facing you, his hands curling up at his sides in restraint not to throw you on the nearest table and enjoy you with the same fervour that you were eating your apple with, “I’m surprised you aren’t asking to join us.” Din’s voice was a rough rasp, sliding over your bones with a deep, coiling heat. 

“Oh, don’t tempt me, Mando. That will happen sooner or later, and you’ll be wanting a second taste, trust me.” Haran looked over, his amber eyes simmering with a molten gold flame, his silken voice dripping with sex. 

Din looked over at the other man, cocking his head in that predatory way that made a tingle run down your spine, “Who’s to say you won’t be wanting a second taste of me?” He prowled slowly toward Haran, his booted feet silent and measured. 

You couldn’t believe what you were watching. Your fiancé and the man he supposedly hated, on the verge of verbally having sex with each other in the middle of Cid’s parlour. 

Stars above, it was hot. 

Haran straightened a little in his seat, legs still stretched over the table, and he raised one brow, watching Din stalk toward him, “Ever so confident, Mando. Are you offering right now?”

Din paused in front of him, his head still tilted, his shoulders seeming broader as the lanterns bounced off the shining beskar. He looked over Haran’s body, then back up to his head, “That depends.” 

Haran raised his other brow, a smirk playing on his plush lips, “On what?”

You watched as Din leant down, his head moving close to Haran’s, his hand resting on the man’s ankle, “Whether or not you can handle it.” When he spoke, his voice too was utterly dripping with sex and passion, a dark, deadly promise there. 

The King’s lips parted, his silence a sign of his surprise and… intrigue. 

He was speechless. 

Your fiancé had made the King of Shadow’s and Death become lost for words. 

Din chuckled, a throaty sound, “Think about it.” He straightened, turning and walking back to you. When he reached you, he slid his gloved hand across your side, resting it on your lower back, “Let’s go.”

You looked back at Haran over your shoulder, noting the faintest flush of heat on his cheeks, his eyes blazing with carnal hunger. 

A smile twitched your lips as you faced ahead, walking with Din out of the parlour.

Maybe you’d have some fun yet. 

~~~

~~

Haran’s ship, though huge for just the three of you, did come with its perks. 

There was a smaller ship nestled toward the back in the holding bay. A lighter, nimble model that housed a good-sized cockpit and small area at the back. 

You had dubbed it ‘The Beetle’ because it’s shape, completely glass roof and the guns nestled either side of the front of the craft just looked like the small creatures that skittered along the floor.

You listened to the clicky whir of the engines coming to life – another reason for the name – as Din flicked switches and pushed buttons. 

It was snug in here, far smaller than The Crest and much, much smaller than Haran’s. 

But it was cosy, safe… And who else would you rather be in a snug little space with but your Mandalorian?

He went through all the pre-flight checks, then steered the ship from the cargo bay and up into the darkening atmosphere. You watched as Ord Mantell fell away, away from eyes and people who weren’t quite sure if you really were that girl they heard about that time. 

Din seemed to relax too, his shoulders coming down as the sky outside the cockpit turned to the endless black of space, the clouds replaced by twinkling stars and celestial bodies. 

Only when everything around you was a sea of vast openness, did Din set the ship to autopilot. 

The movement caught your eyes, and you turned your head to watch him pull his gloves off, slowly revealing the tan skin and strong hands that had traced your body with utter care and admiration. 

The sight of his bare skin never failed to take your breath away, and the fact remained as he lifted those hands to his helmet, pressing a small hidden button beneath the chin. 

There was the slight hiss of air, and then your throat went dry as he tugged the helmet off, revealing his messy dark curls. 

A soft sigh left your lips, and he turned to you at the sound of it, a knowing smile tugging at those achingly familiar lips. 

Star’s above, he was utterly gorgeous. 

His tousled hair had fallen across his forehead, softening the angles of his face and giving him that overall boyish charm, especially with the big smile that… Yes, made those little dimples appear. 

You were so in love with him. 

“You’re staring at me again, ka’ar.” His grin only widened, his voice unfiltered and raw and beautiful. 

You blinked a little, your own lips curling up into a smile that felt as real as the unbreakable love between the two of you, “I’m admiring. There’s a big difference.” 

He laughed softly, a little chuckle in his throat that was like honey, making your belly flutter and your heart fly. It was like the first moments all over again. “Okay, sure. If you say so, I suppose I’ll just have to believe you , won’t I?” 

~~

You and Din were sharing an apple. You were cross legged on the floor, slicing into the flesh of the apple carefully with your knife and dividing it into small segments. 

It had been months since you and Din were really, truly alone, in a ship with nothing but the galaxy around you. It felt familiar, like coming home in a way. 

Of course, there were obviously two very big, glaring things missing but you were trying to focus on the positives. 

Like the feel of Din’s arm pressed against your own, his pauldrons laying on the floor by his feet. His hand was resting on your thigh, where he occasionally rubbed small circles with his thumb. 

It didn’t matter where you were, what planet you were on or whose ship you were in. This was home. He was your home, and he always would be. 

You cut a slice free of the apple and held it out to Din, watching the fruit glisten on the end of your knife as you spoke softly, “So… What do you think about all this prophecy stuff?” 

Din sighed softly, pulling the apple slice off your knife and he lifted it to his lips, “At first, I thought he was lying. Making up some dumb story to try and convince us his plans were worth it but…” He bit the fruit, shaking his head gently, “The more he spoke, and the more I’ve been thinking about it… It seems plausible, you know? Like it could really be real.”

You nodded slowly, looking down at your knife, “Me too… I’ve been trying to think of a way to convince myself he’s lying, but everything he says, it makes sense.” You sighed, resting your head back against the wall, “What do you think we should do?” You said it carefully, wanting to see his response first before you revealed your plan.  

Din tilted his head back too, “We can’t stop him yet… He’ll kill us. But this business with the Darksaber, me taking it and becoming Mand’alor – I don’t want that. I can’t be that.” His voice tightened, “I’m not a leader. I’m not being king of a dead planet full of people who won’t see me as fit to rule - ”

“Din, you are more than fit to rule.” Your stern voice cut him off, stopping short the words dancing on his tongue. 

“What?” That word, that single word that was so full of disbelief, even now… It broke you a little. 

You put the apple down, turning around so you faced him sideways on, “I said, you are more than fit to rule. You always have been. You’re fair, you give people a chance. You’re strong and determined, you see where things can be improved and when things aren’t right. If a decision is hard but necessary, you can do it.” You reached out, pressing two fingers to his jaw gently, and turning him to face you, “Please, don’t ever believe that you’re not worthy of such a title.”

Din looked at you, his handsome, slightly rugged face so familiar, yet still so new and intimate. His deep brown eyes settled on yours, and you could see him turning over your words in his head, pushing back against the thoughts of unworthiness. He nodded gently, leaning forward to press his plush lips to yours, “Thank you, cyare.” Though the words were simple, his voice was gruff with emotion. He didn’t need to say anything else. 

You cupped his jaw properly, granting him access to your mouth in a soft, sweet kiss that tasted like apples and something uniquely Din. 

When you pulled away from each other, he pressed his forehead to yours, messy curls brushing against your own hair, “You have a plan, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes.” 

Despite the consequences that would come of your plan, you couldn’t help but smile. He knew you. 

He had always known you. 

You nodded gently against his head, “I do… It’ll be dangerous. Really dangerous, and if we don’t get away-” You sighed, “Well, even if we do...” You didn’t need to finish the sentence. Your hesitation said enough about what would happen. 

Din’s warm hand rested against your neck, his thumb stroking your skin, “We’ll be together. We’ll be safe. All of us.” He nuzzled his nose against yours, “Tell me.” 

And so, you did. You told him every single step of your plan, including the pieces you hadn’t quite finalised yet.

He added in his own thoughts, his advice on who could help with what bits – what you would do if it all went wrong. 

And despite the threat of certain death, despite the fact you were going to be on the run again afterward, Din never faltered. Never once balked at the – let’s face it – insanity of what you were proposing. He merely agreed, swearing to protect you until his final moments, just like he had when he proposed. 

Your plan… It wasn’t just a potential suicide mission. 

It was a chance at freedom. 

At escaping the threats and danger once and for all. 

Or at least for a little while. 

~~~

~~

“Again.” 

Din’s modulated voice punctuated the clang of steel ringing in the air. 

You rolled your eyes teasingly, easily rising into your starting position, “I thought you were my fiancé, not my personal trainer.” 

Din laughed, a low, cocky sound of utter male arrogance and he tilted his head, “Oh, I’m both of those things, darling. But today?” He twirled his beskar spear in his hands, pointing the end at you and you just knew there was a taunting grin on his lips, “I’m your trainer. So, like I said. Go again.” 

The pair of you were in a clearing a little way away from the ship. You had landed on a planet a few jumps over, near desolate except for a surprisingly thriving market. It was a pass-through planet, a stop off for engines and passengers alike to be refuelled. 

So many faced passed through here, that yours and Din’s wouldn’t be picked out as interesting. 

The supplies had been gathered and the ship already filled, but it had been such a long time since you and Din were alone, that you decided to savour it. 

Haran hadn’t stated a day you needed to be back by, only that he wanted you both there when the Batch returned. 

Which was why you were now training in the early morning mist, taking advantage of the empty open space. 

Din was training you with your sabers, working you to become agile with them as you were any other weapon. 

Of course, you had extensive training from Ahsoka, and some from Haran too, but fighting against Din… there was something else about it. 

It was entirely addictive, a heady allure because you knew each other so well. 

Knew that the other was wickedly fast and deadly, knew where the other would move before they knew themselves. 

And that’s why it was so effective. 

You had to think differently, try to catch each other out and not be predictable. Already, you had put Din on his back three times, and he had taken you down twice. It was a game and the one who got the upper hand the most would get a prize of his or her choosing. 

You were determined to win, but a little part of you wanted to lose, just to see what Din would have as his prize. 

A good guess would be that he’d want you for dinner – but you couldn’t deny your answer would be having him for dinner. 

So, there were really no losers in your little game. 

You were already moving as you brought your mind back to the present, allowing Din to move into an attack first. You parried the swing of his spear with one of your own sabers, the vibrating clang travelling up your arm and into your teeth, “Predictable.”

Din said nothing, but you knew he was rolling his eyes. He lashed out, delivering a blow to your mid-section that made you falter, and then he was advancing on you again. 

The fight went on, a wicked dance of spear and saber, of Hunter and huntress, Lord and Lady Death locked in a game. 

The tension merely grew, rising and rising the more intense your ‘training’ got. Your breathing grew shallower with every brush of his body to yours, every time he pinned you in those big arms. 

You danced around the clearing, feet near gliding over the dewy grass, until Din feinted to the left, before lunging to his right and reaching for your arm. 

The move was already obvious to you, knowing his tricks and tells, “Typical.” You grinned at him, spinning out of the way and kicking out the back of his leg. 

He sunk down, but not low enough to get to the ground and he used the momentum to dance around to face you, grabbing your wrist in his other hand, “Cocky.” He tugged your wrist, yanking you into his body, “You know it gets you in trouble.” 

A soft laugh echoed in your throat as your back was pulled flush to his chest, “Maybe so, but this,” You shimmed your behind into him, feeling the effects of your fighting. He was hard, straining against the fabric of his trousers behind your, “Gets you into trouble.” 

Din groaned, his head lowering over your shoulder for a second, the beskar brushing your cheek, “I like watching you fight. I always have.” He allowed himself a small jerk against you, then he pulled the spear up against your throat. 

Your head tilted back with the movement, resting against his shoulder with the press of cold metal against your throat, “Oh I know. I might be worried about you, seeing how much you like me trying to kill you.” You swayed your hips again, arching your back to push your hips back more. 

Sure, you were teasing him, but you couldn’t deny the coiling heat between your legs that had grown since Din pulled you outside to train. It was like the man was made of light and death when he fought, flying through the air with deadly grace. 

Only he could match you, and that’s what made it so irresistible, seeing that honed hunter in him come out. 

It was Din’s turn to chuckle now, 

You sighed, a languid noise of pleasure, “Maybe you should think less with what’s between your legs, and more with what’s upstairs.” 

With that, your eyes snapped open and kicked back, hooking a foot around his ankle to sweep it out from under him. 

He went backwards, and you used the distraction to shimmy from beneath the spear and twist over his body. 

The mist sighed as he hit the ground and you grinned down at him, lifting the blade of your saber to his neck in the backhand pose you’d adopted from Ashoka, “Told you it got you in trouble.” 

Your face was so close to his you could see yourself in the reflection of the visor. 

Din groaned, his head thunking back against the ground, “Ka’ra.” His voice was strained, almost through his teeth and he rocked his hips up against you. 

Your lips parted, feeling the hard grind of him through the thick fabric of both your clothes, “Yes?” The word was a sigh, and you cocked your head, the glow from the saber reflected in your closing eyes. 

You could feel Din’s eyes on you, and he moved again - but not how you expected. 

Suddenly, his hands were grasping your wrists, his body rocking up from the ground but not to grind into you. 

No, he flipped you over, the damp grass shifting as his heavy weight settled on you. 

He used the sudden movement to free a saber from your hand, and suddenly he was holding it to your throat, kneeling up over you and the effect… 

Dank farrik. 

The light from the plasma blade reflected over his armour, glowing in the visor and he looked utterly powerful holding the weapon to your neck, “It doesn’t just get me in trouble, does it, sweetheart.”

Fuck, his voice was that low rasp, dripping with sex and danger. 

You panted slightly, staring up at him and feeling the faint sting against your skin. 

Heat flooded your body, pooling between your thighs and you ached. 

Ached to have him buried inside you, where he could take you slow, deep, unlike the hurried moments of relief you stole in brief moments alone. 

You wanted him to fuck you into the ground until you could only think of his name, to take you with that hunter’s gleam in his dark eyes. 

And then you wanted to return the favour, to bring him to his knees as you tasted him in your mouth, heavy and thick and gorgeous.

It seemed Din had the same thought, because one second, he was holding your saber to your neck, and the next he was disarming it, dropping to the side and yanking his helmet off. 

That followed the fall to the ground, thudding in the wet grease and he reached for you, pressing his fingers to your lips, “Bite.” The word was a soft growl, his eyes flaming black with desire. 

You obliged quickly, biting the supple leather and he pulled his hand free, still kneeling over you. 

He held the other to your lips, and when he removed his hand, yours snapped out, grabbing his wrist and pulling it back to your mouth. 

You dragged your tongue up the length of his fingers, tasting the salt of his skin and the rich tang of old leather. 

Your eyes remained locked on his as you took two of his fingers into your mouth, sucking them completely indecently, dragging your lower teeth against the pads of his fingers. 

He snarled softly, his fingers twitching in your mouth and then he settled his other hand around your throat, squeezing slightly, “Behave.” The word was a seductive warning in his deep rasp, and he pulled his fingers from your mouth slowly with a lewd pop. 

You moaned at the feel of his hand heavy on your neck and you wanted more, so you grinned wickedly at him and whispered, “Make me.” 

Din’s nostrils flared, and for a moment you saw the eyes of a hunter starting down at you. 

You could see the war in his eyes, the prowling creature desperate to be let out of its cage but also that fear of losing control and hurting you - something he would never get back from. 

You wanted it, wanted that primal, possessive energy and you wanted to feel him tomorrow. 

So, you raised your eyebrows at him, reaching up and you started to slowly undo the threads of your tunic. “I don’t think you want to, do you, Din?” 

Immediately, his eyes lowered to your fingers, watching you undo the threads. 

“I think you’re too afraid to make me behave. You know you can’t make me, that’s why.” You sighed softly, easing off the first corset style layer that held your shirt tight, billowing out at the arms. You dropped it to the floor, then began to ever so slowly work the buttons free, “You know I’ll just do what I want, talk to who I like, and you can’t do a thing about it.” 

Din’s jaw clenched so tight, you thought height pop a joint. “Enough.” He spat the word through gritted teeth, tightening his hold enough that it just snagged at your breath. 

You ignored him, having now worked through all the buttons and you slipped the fabric from your body, leaving you in just your trousers, boots and the bandeau around your breasts. “I think I might go and find Hunter when we get back, hear what stories he has to tell.” 

The wrapped bandeau dropped next, leaving your breasts exposed to the slightly chilly air, heavy with the burning fire coursing through your body. Your nipples had tightened with the chill, and the weight of Din’s dark gaze drinking them in. 

His breathing was heavy and the way he shifted on his feet told you his own trousers were growing incredibly tight - not to mention the way his cock was visibly straining. 

Just a little more. 

The belt that held your trousers up landed on the pile, fingers moving through the buttons on the waistband, “I wonder if he’ll show me some things he learned about too. 

And that did it. 

Din snarled, the restraint snapping as you dropped the final few pieces of clothing, leaving you naked before him.

He pushed against your neck, every inch of him screaming with hunger, “On your knees.” 

You nearly moaned there and then from his demand, dropping to the ground so quickly you’d be lucky if you didn’t have bruises tomorrow. 

You reached out for his trousers, but he knocked your hands away. 

“No. You can’t behave, so you don’t get what you want when you want it. Get on your back. Now.” The tone of voice was one you’d only ever heard him use on his quarries, the demand of a man used to getting what he wanted. 

You throbbed from the waist down, feeling yourself grow slicker and slicker with each of his words. 

The grass beneath you was cool and damp as you lowered onto your back, spread on the ground before him as you gazed up at your fiancée - now your hunter. 

He kept his head lowered, predatory gaze locked on you and he made you watch, out of reach as he shed every layer of his armour and clothing. He dropped it in a pile next you yours, almost with unfamiliar carelessness until he was gloriously bare. 

The sight of him made your mouth water. 

Broad shoulders that you adored to hold onto, a tapered waist with the perfect amount of softness that you loved. 

The line of his hips that dipped to a short tangle of dark curls, and then his thick, heavy length. Standing to attention, almost painfully red and already leaking. 

Din prowled toward you, and you thought he might crawl down over you, but instead he kept going until he stood at your head, looking down on you. 

From this angle, he was all you could see. Towering into the cloudy sky, the veins on underside of his dick throbbing and he looked like some kind of God. 

 He was going to utterly wreck you; you saw it in his face. 

And you were completely ready for it. 

Din sunk down onto his knees, bringing your reward closer and you felt your mouth water in anticipation, a hunger like nothing else raging in your blood. 

His hand snaked around your chin, grasping it with gentle force, “Open.”

Yes. 

You obliged like a good girl, parting your wet lips and almost immediately, he pushed into you. Your moan of ecstasy was muffled around him as you tasted him, slightly salty and oh so good. 

His head tipped back as the wet heat of your mouth encased him, the line of his throat stretching out - not that you could see it. His thighs tensed up, body swaying with the feeling. 

You set to work with no hesitation, earthly running your tongue over every inch of him you could reach. 

This angle was different, new to you and it didn’t give you much freedom of movement to mov me your head and devour him. 

Which was probably the entire point. 

When his other hand cupped your breast, squeezing it, you realised that’s exactly what it was. 

You had pushed him to the edge, snapped that restraint and now he was going to use you and take away that power from you. 

It lit a dark flame in you, making your hands reach up to grasp his thighs - to hold on… and encourage him. Then one slid round to cup his balls, tugging them, rolling them.

He didn’t need telling twice, dragging his hips back and then pushing all the way in again. 

Literally.

Every single inch. 

You gagged just once as he pushed past your throat, but as he slipped deeper, you could only arch your back in sheer, savage pleasure. 

It choked your air off momentarily, and you knew that from above, Din would see your throat expand with the outline of his cock. 

It was completely filthy and savage, but you needed it. 

The stress and knowledge you had both been under these past months was wound into every limb and you needed to work it out. 

Time blended to nothing as Din fucked your mouth, hands palming your breasts, his body bent over you to give you both a better angle. 

Something about being used by the man who absolutely worshiped you… it was addictive. 

You spurred him on as his thrusts became faster and sloppier, knowing your throat would be bruised tomorrow but you didn’t care. 

His beautiful moans filled the air, more and more strangled until you felt his balls tighten beneath your hands and you moaned against him - to tell him to let go. To not hold back. 

A single cry left his throat and then he exploded, hot ropes of his release spurting down your throat, but you swallowed every mouthful, sucked him dry until he hauled himself back up on shaky knees. 

You dragged your lips off his still throbbing cock, a string of his release connecting you still. 

Din groaned at the filthy sight, swiping his thumb over your lips to free them, “Messy girl.” He cooed the praise, his eyes near glowing, his hair a mess, lips parted and dragging in air.

You grinned wickedly upside down at him, a delicious ache in your throat but you burned now. Furiously. “Din?” 

He tilted his head down at you, messy curls falling over his forehead, “What is it, sweetheart?” 

You panted slightly, bringing your knees up and parting your legs so he could see how utterly soaked you were, thighs glistening and not with the dew in the grass, “Fuck me.” 

Your hunter’s eyes flamed with passionate hunger, and he almost turned into a blur with how quick he moved. 

He settled in the cradle of your thighs, a hand finding yours and he threaded your fingers together next to your head. His other hand grasped his still throbbing cock and he dragged the swollen head through your slick folds a couple of times, “Fuck, sweetheart.” He groaned, jaw tightening as he teased your entrance. 

You whimpered, back arching and you dug your heels into the back of his thighs, “Din - please.” 

Din gave in instantly, wound too tight and desperate to tease you for longer. He squeezed your hand, head lowering above yours and he looked between your eyes, his own pupils so wide they swallowed the brown. 

He captured your lips in a deep, messy kiss that explored every inch of your mouth, before whispering, “Hold on, cyare.” 

Then he sunk into you, your moans echoing in tandem as he settled into you with ease, despite the thick length of him. 

He stopped moving only when his hips grazed yours, bottomed out into you and nudging the very edge of your cervix. 

This sting, this hot weight of him inside you and on you was home. 

He gave you a few seconds to adjust - and so he could control himself. 

You wiggled your hips, tightening your velvety slick walls around him, “Move, please Din.” You gasped the words into his ear, threading your fingers into the back of your hair. 

Din pressed warm kisses to every part of your throat and jaw he could reach, dragging himself out until he was just resting inside and then he slammed back into you with a bruising, biting force. 

It was perfect. 

He set the pace, slow and deep, each thrust jerking your body and earning him gasped versions of his name. 

He kept it slow, heady, so every drag of his cock burned into your spine until you were begging him, hips undulating against his, fingers clawing down his back. 

He mouthed over your ear, his breathing heavy and uneven, “What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.” He circled his hips, the short curls brushing against your sensitive clit and making your body jerk. 

You rocked with him, the grass soft and pliant beneath you, “Make me forget it all. Make it just you and me in the entire world, the only two that exist.” You searched for him until your lips met his, eyes locking together, “Make me yours, Din. Prove to the world I belong to you, and you to me.” The heat was growing in your body, every nerve standing to attention, tingling and held by his body.

Din’s eyes darted between yours, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple and his jaw working so he didn’t shatter into you. He was determined to get you undone first this time. He captured your lips, dragging his tongue against yours as he sped up, harder, even deeper. 

The sounds your bodies made were filthy, the wet squelch him fucking into you, spearing deeper than before if possible. He slipped a hand between you, thick fingers circling your clit at an opposite pace to his hips.

Not just that, but the noises from his own lips were a symphony you could have died to listen to. The little grunts and cries, the soft growly whimpers he made against your ear. 

Your body ignited, trying to fold in on itself and your legs trying to come back together, but Din’s body stopped it. You were at the mercy of his ministrations, only able to feel the earth-shattering pleasure with every single movement. 

You hurtled higher and higher, the muscles in your belly tightening, thighs shaking, and you couldn’t even catch a proper breath anymore. 

Just when it started to get too much, the pleasure too potent, Din slammed his hips deeper, flicking your clit and sucked your tongue into his own mouth. His words echoed in your mind, opened by the lack of force control, “Come for me, sweetheart. Let go. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” He dragged his mouth from yours, wanting to hear you. 

And then you shattered, a strangled moan rising deep from your throat as the cord snapped and you careened into space. 

Pleasure flooded your entire body, making your vision go black and your ears ring. 

You were dimly aware of Din’s pace faltering; his hips snapping more urgently to chase his own release and drag your own out longer. 

Your fluttering walls squeezed tight around him in the throes of your orgasm and then he cried out against your ear, finding his own end and releasing hot ropes deep inside you, mixing with your own release still. 

He collapsed over you, knowing by now you liked the weight of him after your come down, the reassurance he was here and with you. 

Things came back to you slowly. 

The feel of the grass crushed beneath your bodies, the cool breeze on your heated skin. 

You heard the chittering of birds and little animals on the trees and distantly, rushing water. 

Din’s breathing returned around the same time as yours, aided by your fingers dragging through his hair slowly and soothingly. 

You felt a chuckle rumble against your throat and then he lifted his head to look down at you. 

His eyes were molten again now, a gorgeous flush on his cheekbones and those little crinkles by his eyes, “I love you, ka’ra…” 

You couldn’t help the dopey smile, knowing you just look equally fucked out and glowy, “I love you too… More than anything,” It was the one thing in life you were completely sure about, and always would be. 

Din took you into a slow, sweet kiss before moving to get up, to ease out of you. 

The thought of losing his warmth and weight, both inside and out caused you genuine pain and you tightened your arms around him, “No! Wait…” 

Immediately, Din stilled, his eyebrows furrowing, “Have I hurt you? Are you okay?” He cupped your jaw, searching your face for any sign of pain. 

You shook your head quickly, running your hand up his spine, “No, no, not at all. I just… Don’t move just yet…” 

He must have seen it in your face, that you didn’t want him to leave because his features melted into one of tender love, and you realised he felt the same, “Of course…” 

He wrapped his arms around your body, rolling off to the side and pulling you with him so you were laying across his body and he was on his back. He was still buried inside you, slowly softening but it something so intimate, so lovely and warm, to be connected like this in all ways. 

You settled your head down on his chest, hearing his heartbeat strongly beneath your ear, your own personal lullaby. 

One of Din’s forearms rested along your back, the other hand carding slowly through your hair, a soothing balm to go with the beat of his heart, to coax you to sleep no matter what.

~~~

~~

You stirred as the sun rose, warm and golden on your skin. It coaxed you gently from the clutches of sleep, bringing you into the new day with easy, unhurried touches. 

The scent of fresh grass and clear air wrapped around you like a balm, a gentle breeze caressing your cheeks. The air was cool, but Din’s arm was tucked securely over your middle with his palm pressed against your chest. 

He liked to feel your heartbeat, to reassure himself you were still there and still his – he never quite got over the incident of you drowning and dying. He probably never would. 

A soft hum of delight rose from your throat as you became aware of his face, - still bare – pressed into the back of your neck. His nose was nuzzled into your hair and by his breathing, he was still asleep, which was rare. You could count on one hand the number of times you had woken up before him, and you were always so pleased when you did. The man was constantly on the go – he deserved the break. 

Of course, that kind of peace clearly couldn’t last. 

Just as you were drifting back off, you heard the insistent buzzing of the comms feed in the nearby ship, and you knew what that meant. 

The Batch was back, and Haran was summoning you both back to him. 

You sighed, rubbing at your eyes and you carefully rolled over in Din’s arms. 

“Din…” His skin was warm beneath your lips as you brushed soft kisses to his skin, like the touch of butterfly wings. “Din, we have to go…’ 

Your fiancé stirred, a slight groan in his throat and then his eyes fluttered open, rewarding you that glimpse of the sleepy, molten pools of chocolate. “Hmm?” 

The rough rasp of his voice, heavy with sleep and the sex from last night stirred your insides, making them heat – but you didn’t have time for that. 

You caressed the messy scruff on his jaw, running a thumb against his lips, “Haran wants us back… The Bad Batch must have found that girl and taken her back to Cid’s.” 

Din blinked slowly at you, obviously still held in the clutches of sleep and he mumbled, “They can wait.” He tightened his arms around you, pulling you further into his chest and snuggling back down with you again. 

He rested his chin atop your head and within seconds, he was asleep again. 

You chuckled softly, granting him the comfort and you only just managed to wrap an arm around his middle before you too fell back to sleep. 

~~~

~~

“Got held up at the market?” Haran’s drawl cut across the empty parlour, greeting you the second you stepped through the door. Well. Limped would be more like it for you, considering you had spent the rest of the morning with Din’s tongue buried inside you and your thighs around his head. 

Din walked in beside you, his hand wrapped around yours, fingers linked together, “No, we just couldn’t be bothered to come back yet.” He spoke with a casual ease, the coolness that once infuriated you, but you now found rather endearing, and amusing… When you weren’t on the other end of it. 

Haran’s eyes narrowed from where he leant against the bar, dressed in his fine leather outfit, the toughened armour hugging his body, “I’ll address that later. We have business to attend to. Business we’re late for.” 

Din hummed softly, brushing past him, “Then stop standing around talking.” 

You let Din guide you into the back rooms of the parlour, hiding you smile at the irritation on Haran’s carved face. 

As you got closer to the room in question, you felt the presence of the boys similar yet different, in their own ways. You also felt the aura of the girl Haran wanted, fear flooding her system. Yet, beneath the fear, there was also apprehension and conflict. 

Maybe she would give up the information without any persuasion. 

Din lifted a hand and knocked on the door, and a second later, it was opened by Echo. 

He nodded once in greeting, stepping back to let the pair of you in. 

Haran hung back, taking a moment to wreath himself in shadow and when he slipped into the room, even you couldn’t see him. 

Only your connection with the Force told you where he was, a dark, heady presence in the corner of the room. 

The soldier was sitting in the middle of the room, her arms cuffed behind her and her ankles too, as a precaution. 

There were no wounds on her body, which you were relieved to see. Clearly the boys had brought her back in less violent ways that your shadowy counterpart. 

Hunter turned as he heard you and Din approach, his arms crossed as they always seemed to be, “Good to see you both again.”

You nodded in greeting, coming to a stop next to him, “You too. You were quick.” You had to tilt your head back to look up at him, yet another male that was bigger than you. 

Not you minded. 

He chuckled slightly, shrugging those broad shoulders, “You’d be surprised how quick we can be, princess.” He turned back to face the girl again, the other murmuring quietly in the background. 

Another one calling you princess? You’d be lying if you said that it didn’t send a lick of heat down your spine. 

You peeked up at Din, just wondering how he might take that exchange, but he merely squeezed your hand gently, tilting his helmet to look down at you. 

You raised your eyebrows slightly, in silent question. 

He cocked his head to the other side, the way you knew meant he was smiling under all that beskar, and he bumped his shoulder up against yours – in turn causing you to brush against Hunter’s arm in return. 

Curious man. 

The heady presence in the corner of the room had turned irritated, charging the air like moments before the storm and you felt it pushing against your skin with the weight of a glare. 

You shot a look that way, opening your mind to him, “Alright, alright, keep your cloak on, sunshine.” 

A warning snarl echoed in your mind, but you ignored it. Instead, you stepped closer to the girl, releasing your hold on Din. 

When you were a couple of feet away, you paused, lowering down onto your knees so you could see her face, which was ducked down. 

“Hey… It’s okay, we’re not going to hurt you.” You kept the tone of your voice calm and soothing, not wanting to frighten or startle her. 

She let out a little huff of air, slowly lifting her head to look at you, “Then why am I cuffed to a chair?” She sounded tired, but you had to admire her fight. 

You considered her for a moment, and then you shrugged. The knife in your boot gleamed as you pulled it free, and then you cut the ropes around her wrists, and then her ankles, ignoring the noises of dissent from the gathering of boys behind you. 

The soldier rubbed at her wrists, and she hesitated a moment before nodding faintly, “Thank you.” 

You smiled faintly, nodding, “Like I said, we’re not going to hurt you. We just want some information, that’s all. We’re hoping you can help us.” The ground was cold and dusty as you settled onto the floor, a little way away from her feet. 

Everything you did was to appear smaller, less of a threat and more of… a comrade, perhaps. “What’s your name?” 

She looked over your face, her eyes the same blue as the water on Hoth, “We weren’t given names. Moff Gideon called us by numbers. Mine was CT-Eight-Nine-Eight-Seven.” 

Hunter’s voice broke the men’s silence, “You’re a clone?” Surprise filtered in his gruff voice, and you wondered if they knew her. 

The clone looked over your shoulder at him and nodded, “I was sent to work for Gideon years ago. I… don’t remember much before that time. I’ve been with Gideon since my regiment was destroyed on a mission.” Her eyes flickered, and where you might find gratefulness at being saved, there was the resentment you’d tasted earlier. 

Which meant a way in. 

Hunter was already on the same page as you, and he walked forward, pausing just behind you, “That must have been hard. To be taken away from everything you know and onto the Cruiser.” 

CT-8987 lifted her eyes to him, perhaps recognising that he too was a clone, and would know what it was like, the camaraderie and family bonds that grew. She swallowed, leaning back in the chair, “I know what we did wasn’t… always right. Or fair. But the other that I ran with, we were a family. We protected each other.” Her eyes grew distant, “The day we were attacked, there was no time to think, no time to help each other. One minute we were sneaking into a base, and the next moment the entire sky blew up. We couldn’t see where the attack came from because there was smoke everywhere. And then everything went black.” She frowned, stuck in those memories and the pain, “It must have been some kind of agent that knocked us all out. When I came to, everything around me… My friends…” Her face paled, “It was all gone. I was in the med-bay of a huge cruiser. I had no idea where I was, if my unit was still alive. I tried to get free but then someone walked in… Gideon.”

Hunter crouched down beside you, the scent of smoke and leather washing over you, “Did you ever try to find them? To see if they were still out there?” He tilted his head, his dark eyes steady on the clone soldier – reassuring. 

Her own had filled with tears, silent sobs shaking her body, “No – Gideon would let me. He said it was pointless. That I might be clone, but I was his soldier now and I had to – had to let the past go.” She shook her head, dropping it into her palms as she cried. 

Hunter reached out, gently rubbing her shoulder, “Easy… It’s okay. We know what it’s like, to lose your friends, the only family you know…” His voice was indeed heavy with understanding and grief, and when you looked back, the other boys had similar expressions of pain on their faces. 

You made a decision then, upon seeing Hunter comfort her. 

They were clones, with a similar past to her. If anyone could ease the information from her… It was the Batch. 

You rose from the ground, walking over to Din and the others, “We’ll leave you to it. I think it’s best to let you boys handle it.” You slide your arm through Din’s. 

Echo nodded, saying softly, “We’ll be out when we have what you need.” He patted your arm gently, then walked over to Hunter, the three of them spreading out around Hunter and the clone and beginning to talk to her in soft tones. 

“Come on…” You tugged Din’s arm toward the door gently, shooting a look toward the corner, “You too.” 

“Are you kidding me? I’m not leaving our only source of information in her with other clones! What if they free her?” 

Suppressing an eye roll, you opened the door. “There’s only one way out of here. And with you lurking in the dark, we won’t get anywhere near what we want.” You pointed into the hallway, “Out. Now.” You pushed back against him with a wave of your own Force as you felt his rise to challenge. 

Amber eyes glowed furiously in the dark but then you heard a muttered curse in your mind, and then the shadows split, became living and it floated through the door. 

They left him in the light of the hallway, and Haran stormed back into the parlour without a second glance. 

“Honestly, for someone as old as the stories, he’s like a child.” Din murmured the words as you quietly shut the door behind you, leaving the Batch with the clone girl. 

You rubbed at your eyes with the heels of your hands, “Tell me about it.” Tension settled along your shoulders, tightening the muscles and you rolled them a few times to ease the pain. “Kinda wish we’d stayed in that clearing.” 

Din’s gloved hand settled along the back of your neck, and he pushed into the muscles with skilful fingers, “Me too… But the sooner we do this…” He didn’t need to say the words – couldn’t, in case of listening ears. But you knew what he was implying. 

The sooner you got through all this, the sooner you could both truly be free, be reunited with the kids and your friends. 

The thought eased some of that tension, as well as Din’s massaging touch, “You’re right.” 

With that, you both made your way back into the parlour.

~~~

~~

“If you wear a hole in my floor, I’ll double the fee for using my boys.” Cid’s narrowed; watchful eyes tracked Haran as he paced around the room. 

He didn’t even look at her, “I’m sure you’ll double the price just for me leaving a fingerprint on a glass, Cid.” The usually still, graceful creature was agitated, unable to sit still and on a livewire. 

“Yeah? Well then, make it triple the price for ruining my floor. Sit down, would ya? You’re making me dizzy.” She sipped her drink, “I don’t know why you’re so wound up. You should be saving this energy for the fight.” 

Haran whirled on her, dark curls bouncing, and he stormed across the parlour, “I am this close to finding something I have been after for years.” He held two gloved fingers together, “That search ending is now relying on a bunch of clones having a heart to heart with a traitor. Forgive me if I seem a little on edge.” 

The danger in his voice would have turned an ordinary person into a whimpering mess, but Cid merely scoffed and wandered off, muttering something about, “Kids today and their ambitions.” Even if Haran was older than everyone in the room put together.

You felt Din lean into your side, “My money is on Cid.” The pair of you were seated back in the booth, Din’s arm slung along the back of it around your shoulders, and your legs up on one of the stools left nearby. 

A soft chuckle rose from your lips, “Oh absolutely, she could take him down just with words, King of Death or not.” Your head tipped back to rest against Din’s forearm and you closed your eyes, just talking the few moments of stolen peace. 

“You know I can hear you, right?” There was Haran’s irritated voice again, sniping from across the room. 

You kept your eyes closed, waving a hand dismissively, “Oh we know, dear. Why do you think we said it out loud?”

Once more, he snarled at you, and once more it was cut off by the door opening. 

You opened your eyes to see Hunter and Wrecker walk out, eyes searching the room. 

Hunter’s landed on you and he walked over – even though he should technically be going to Haran. 

You sat up straighter as he slid into the booth opposite, “We know where the ship is. She remembered it’s last co-ordinates, and the planet they were headed to, so the Cruiser should be within the same parsec.” 

Almost immediately, Haran stalked over, black clad limbs shifting like a cat, “And? Where is it then?” He raised his brows, staring down impatiently at Hunter as he reached the table. 

Wrecker shadowed his leader silently, slightly angling his body as if ready to jump in the way. 

Hunter’s eyes were still on yours as he gave the co-ordinates, “You’ll have to leave soon. It’s a full day’s travel in hyperspace from here. She said they wouldn’t be stopping long, and they’ve upped the security since the princess here broke her hunter out.” 

Haran narrows his eyes at the near lack of respect from Hunter – the respect the believed he has earned – but he concedes. He nods once, jaw tight, “Thank you.” 

You risk a glance at him, and his golden eyes are blazing, near feral with hunger at seeing his prize so close, within his grasp. 

He turns to you, “We leave in half an hour. Pack your things up and meet me on the ship.” 

With that, he turned and left the parlour in a flurry of night-filled scent. 

Din’s head shifted minimally between you and Hunter, and he rose from his chair, “I’ll get our things.” He brushed his hand over the back of your neck, and then walked off, leaving you with the Clone leader and this strange atmosphere that came with the weight of his gaze. 

You tilted your head, unable to read him, “What is it?” You couldn’t even get a read on him with the Force, those dark eyes unblinking. 

He was quiet for a few moments before saying softly, “You’re going to betray him.” 

Well. 

He was perceptive wasn’t he. 

You let the surprise show on your face for a mere few seconds before schooling it back into curious neutrality, “Are you going to tell him?” 

Hunter shook his head slightly, his dark locks shifting over the bloodred headband, “No.” He rested a hand beneath his chin, “I want to offer you our help, if you need it.” 

Now the surprise did remain on your face. 

You hadn’t expected his offer, certainly not after the verbal assault, “Really?” You leant forward, dropping your feet from the stool to sit properly, “It’s… This could be a suicide mission. I don’t even know if we’ll get out alive, let along bringing anyone else into it too.” 

The man opposite you inclined his head in understanding, “I know. I know the risks. I know who your companion is now, the things he’s done. We researched him whilst we were looking for the girl, and I don’t know how I didn’t put two and two together when we met.” He lowered his hand, resting it flat on the table, “But if you’re going to take him on like I think you are, you’ll need all the help you can get.” His dark eyes looked between yours, unblinking and unfaltering, “You don’t need to tell me what you’re going to do, just where you’ll be when you need us.” He slid something across the table, a small comms device that would easily slip in your pocket undetected. 

You looked down at the dark metal object, thinking it over in your head. 

He was right, you would need any offer of help from anyone willing, if you were to make it out alive. 

But could you risk more lives? 

Risk hurting more people when you were trying to save them? 

As if he could see the war going on in your mind, Hunter spoke again, softer this time, “We were cast aside as defects because we wanted to fight for something different. For freedom, and hope.” He reached across the table, his warm thumb and forefinger clasping your chin ang gently bringing you to look up at him, “And we believe that is you and your Mandalorian.” 

Something warmed in your heart at his words, the faith he and his team were putting in near strangers. 

This was no contract, no job with the prospect of money at the end of it. 

This was trust, and faith. 

This was what an empire, a healthy, thriving empire was built on. 

So, you kept your gaze steady on him, reaching out and curling the device into your palm, “We’ll call for you when we need you.” 

And within half an hour, you, Din and Haran were on the ship, heading to the coordinates the boys had given you. 

Heading to the place where this would all come to a head, and you would finally take back the freedom owed to you and your family. 

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