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# like father like son (part 1)

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ok first of all i didnt "miss" the red flags i looked them and thought yeah thats sexy

Warmth In the Storm

This idea came to when talking with @deathwatchnightowl over another WIP and one little detail that was mentioned blossomed into this fluffy, yearning fic with Commander Cody

Pairing: Commander Cody X Reader

Warning: Teen (I think?)

Summary: You and Commander Cody get yourselves stranded on an Icemoon and are unable to send a signal for help until a violent storm decides to let up. Not one to enjoy the cold, Commander Cody takes it upon himself to help keep you warm.

Warning: So much fluff everyone, all the yearning, suggestive themes(?) Cody is frustratingly good at keeping his control, Characters sleeping together to stay warm

Reader is AFAB

One simple mission, one simple delivery mission and it couldn’t even go smoothly. Obi-Wan had sent you and Commander Cody to delivery some emergency equipment and the route was meant to be secure but thanks to you luck you were ambushed by enemy ships and in your small

Freighter was not equipped to deal with them.

You had made what you thought was a smart decision to try to evade them by hiding on one of the moons nearby, failing to realize that it was an ice moon and you flew right into a storm. Due to stress and panic, which a padawan of Obi-Wan should not have, you crash landed into an ice bank and due to the violent storm outside, you two were not able to go outside to drive to dig yourself out.

"The storm is jamming our signal, it won't get through until it clears," Cody explained as he attempted one last time.

"I can't believe that we can travel to planets and galaxies but our equipment can't send a kriffin signal in bad weather," you huffed running your hands through your hair.

The wind battered your cruiser, the ice pellets clanked against the tough metal and glass. This ship had been through worse so you weren't too concerned minus the whole ship being covered in snow.

“Well at least we aren’t being followed,” Cody grinned.

“Har har,” you sighed sitting in the pilot’s chair, “One simple delivery mission and I can’t even do that correctly,” you were busy analyzing the current stats of the ship, you realized in order to conserve the main power, you would have to switch to emergency mode which would only insure that the ship would be able to start the moment you could.

“You are acting like you are the only one to ever have an issue on a mission,” Cody teased.

You stared at him,arms crossed pouting, “Has any of them messed up on a simple delivery run?” you turned back and looked at the ship status

“I hope you like the cold, Commander, to ensure the ship is even able to take off once this is over we are going to have to turn off the heaters and most of the electrical.”

“I will go see what we have, General, I think I saw some things in the back.”

You started to turn off the unnecessary systems, as you braced yourself for the cold.

Cody had returned with one of the warm emergency jackets that was in storage and handed it to you as he found his own. It smelt musty and was stiff from not being used in a while but you weren’t one to complain.

You put it on, your body drowning in it. Cody smirked, “I feel like I could push you over and you wouldn’t be able to get up.”

You scowled, “Don’t you dare.”

Of course the jacket Cody found, fit him well, it gave him the necessary movement needed and showed off his fit frame.

“Well settle down, General, it is going to be a while.”

A few hours had passed and you both mostly sat in silence, mostly because Cody had decided to take a small nap. You pulled your legs close to you as the cold had started to creep through. It didn’t help that you also did not like the cold to begin with. This was going to be a long night.

Cody woke up to your shuddered breath, “Cold already, princess?” he teased, sitting up, rolling his shoulder.

You had your legs pressed up against your chest and your arms around, “What gave it away?” you shivered, smiling.

Cody got up and pulled out to blanket rolls, shoving one into each other, “I would prefer not to bring you back with a cold, I have an idea, an old survivors trick,”

You looked at him, as he firstly removed his helmet, he looked a little tired than usual but he still had that strong handsome face that most of the clones carried.

You got up and walked over to Cody, as you removed your belt with your lightsaber, placing it on top of the jacket near the rolls.

Cody had removed his armour and had stripped down only to his blacks.

"Erm, it is better if you have as little as possible," he stated awkwardly, his hand running the back of his head.

"Cody, is this how you get all your women into your bed. Showing off your 'survival techniques'?

Cody immediately flustered, "N-no that's not it ma'am uhh Sir…I mean,"

You burst out laughing, placing a reassuring hand on his arm.

Cody had to pause for a moment, were you always this beautiful when you laughed? The way you partially covered your face when he couldn't stop laughing. Also why did your touch feel so warm despite that you were literally a human icicle.

"I am bugging you," you breathed, wiping away a stray tear. You shimmied off your outer robe, standing in only your tunic and leggings. Your teeth were chattering at this point as you wrapped your arms around you self

"How are you not cold?"

"Advanced genetic modification," Cody bragged.

You rolled your eyes "And let me guess you don't sweat either, you absorb the sunlight for nutrients."

He poked your side, "I am not a robot or a plant,” He took note of your blue lips and your chattering teeth, though you had remained composed you weren’t fooling anyone. He lifted the side of the makeshift bed, the rolls were unzipped, one stuffed into the other.

“Get in, you are almost making me feel sorry for you,” he joked as you knelt down and shimmied into the roll, pressing yourself to the folded bit as close as possible. You heard Cody shuffle in behind you. You gasped slightly when you felt his warm frame against you.

“How are you so warm?” you asked, turning your head, “I can’t even keep my feet warm on warmer planets, feel.”

You pressed your socked feet against his legs, you giggled when you felt him move away, “Maker, how have your feet not fallen off, at this point?” he asked as he started to run his hand over your shoulders and arms.

Cody’s touch was gentle and attentive, something that didn’t surprise you given how meticulous and cautious he always was. Your arms felt less numb, as he carefully ran his hands over your legs, you hissed when you felt the warmth coming back. You imagined your skin was rubbed raw from the cold and the heat returning was sending pins and needles down your legs and to your feet.

“Is this helping?” he asked, you felt a small burst of warmth in your chest when you noticed the tone of concern in his voice.

“Yeah,” you responded snuggling more into the blankets, “This was a smart idea. Good work Commander,” you teased, “What about you?”

“I am fine, as I said I was warm before, but now it is a little better,” he had removed his hands from you and placed them awkwardly at his side. You bit your lower lip, you kind of wished he had kept going, you missed his warm touch . You tried to lay perfectly still, resisting the urge to move closer to him.

You two laid there in awkward silence, the only noise was the low pitch hum of the generator keeping the necessary equipment warm and the violent storm outside. Cody hadn’t been this close to someone in a while, all of his hookups were quick and they never stayed. He took in the warmth of your smaller frame as your shoulders rose and fell with each shallow breath you took.

You tried to focus your mind elsewhere, this was the closest you had ever been with anybody. You knew the Jedi code in regards to attachments and relationships, and you and Commander Cody had worked alongside together for months. The cold must be affecting your cognitive thinking, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath trying to feel the energy around you. You tried to find calmness within the force. The storm had not let up, and the energy was turbulent. There was nothing around for miles, your sense finally guided you to a calmness in the force...Cody.

The energy you felt around him was different from he was usually with you and Master Kenobi, he was always a calm soldier even in the toughest of battles and he never faltered even when having to deliver awful news of numerous casualties and failed missions. This energy you felt was raw and vulnerable. Trying to focus more you also felt something new, it was warm, like you were floating in a warm bath. You felt your body flush with the feeling, you couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly but you wanted to explore him more

You broke your thought instead as you felt a little guilty for looking into Cody like that. Taking in a deep breath to calm your nerves, you spoke, “C-Cody,” of course your voice was going to crack, “I am still cold, can you come a little closer?”

“Of course!” Cody internally cringed, he responded too quickly and probably sounded too eager. He shifted closer, his arms were awkwardly by his side, taking the plunge and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. ‘I am just keeping her warm, this General would kill me if anything happened to her,’

You squeaked when you felt his arms around you, his large hands at your waist as he pulled you closer to him. You were cocooned in his warmth, his frame encircled yours as you felt totally and utterly safe. You tried to not pay attention to his warm breath whispering at the top of your head, just how warm his hands were, just how perfect it all felt. It took all control to not allow your mind to wander where else his hands could warm you up.

'No,' you mentally yelled at yourself, 'He is just doing his duty, keeping me safe, this means nothing to him, it is just another mission for him.'

You jolted when you heard the wind pick up and the banging increased.

"Everything alright?" Cody asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Yes, sorry. I don't deal with storms very well," you admitted embarrassingly

"You would definitely hate Kamino then,"

"Yeah, I've seen enough holovids. I am good"

You groaned when something like a giant ice boulder hit the side of the ship.

Cody couldn't help but laugh.

"It isn't funny, also you tell anyone there will be consequences," you pouted, "Serious consequences."

Cody unconsciously ran his hands to the curve of your hip and torso as he inched a little closer,

"I've seen how Echo was nearly in tears when he was just teasing you about your luck with sabacc, you can be scary when you want to."

You settled back into the rolls, trying to ignore the noise outside. Shutting your eyes trying to focus on your breathing. Cody ran a reassuring hand over your arm. This surprisingly calmed you quickly, as you melted into his touch.

"Don't worry cyar'ika, I am here. I've got you." His nose gently brushed up against the top of your head. If you had been focusing on anything else, you wouldn't have noticed

"Sleep," he whispered, the low tone rumbled his chest, vibrating against you, "I'll be on guard."

"But you need sleep too," you mumbled the excitement of today and of the situation finally catching up with you.

"I'll just stand watch for a few hours," he assured you, squeezing you ever so slightly. You closed your eyes as you bathed in his warmth and drifted off into a somber sleep.

A few hours later, Cody was lightly dozing as he felt you shift, he immediately opened his eyes as you turned over, mumbling something as you rested against his chest, your legs intertwining with his, as you placed your hands on his chest.

Cody remained motionless, he could not tell if you were awake or if you shifted in your sleep. He would be lying if he wasn't enjoying the new position, your legs had finally warmed up as one of his legs was positioned between your warm thighs.

Your leggings and tunic did very little to hide the outline of your body to begin with but now being pressed up against him, he was able to map out every curve.

Reluctantly he shook your shoulder gently, "Hey, General," when you didn't respond he shook you again calling you by your name.

"It's okay Cody," you murmured, nuzzling into his chest, "I promise I can keep this a secret between us two."

Cody listened, you clearly were asleep, he had an awful idea that he knew he wouldn't be able to act on later.

"What secret, little one?" He purred into your hair, near your ear.

"Mmph, secret...you and me...together….please,"you whimpered, your grip on his blacks bunching the fabric a little.

"And what about your Master, cyar'ika?" He kept his hands on your back, resisting all desire to roam all over your body.

"Sshh, secret," you whispered as you quieted down, your breathing deep and slow once again.

Cody took in a deep breath, inhaling your scent of soap and something floral, closing his eyes preserving the memory, he exhaled, keeping you close.

"You're going to get me into a world of trouble," he muttered, as he closed his eyes, also drifting into a light sleep.

***

You brought your face closer to Cody, “This is nice,” you smile at him as he strokes your hair, mapping your face, watching your reaction.

“You know we can’t stay like this forever?” he pulled the blankets over both of you, keeping the heat in.

“But what if we could,it could be our little secret,”you ran your hand through his well kept hair.

Cody smirked, gripping your chin, pulling you into a gentle kiss. You whimpered when his soft lips touched yours. His kiss was warm, filling with passion with every deeper kiss.

“And what would Master Kenobi say to this?”

You placed a finger on his lips, “Sssh, it’ll be our little secret,” you responded as you pulled him into a deeper kiss.

***

You woke up with a start, your heart fluttering and a slight ache that wasn't the stiffness from sleeping on the floor. You took a moment to remember where you were, your mind still hazy sleep.

Your body was entangled in something firm and warm as your cheek was resting on something soft. You stiffened a little when you realized you were practically on top of Cody, legs interwoven with his, your hand bunching his blacks, your head resting in the crook of his neck. This isn't how you fell asleep.

You didn't want to move in fear of waking him up plus this felt nice. You felt the rise and fall of his chest as your hand was over where his heart was, slowly counting the rhythmic thuds. You kept your eyes closed as you took in his scent, the scent of sweat and soap and the slight sharpness of cologne. You pretend to stay asleep, eyes closed as you nuzzled into his neck, your breath fanning over his skin.

Cody woke up the moment he felt you stir, knowing that you were also now awake. He kept his chin on your head and his hands on the small of your back. He was trying to hang on to this moment, despite their current predicament he didn't want this moment to end.

He felt your legs shift, 'Marker, just a little longer little one,' he begged to himself.

You noticed the change in Cody's breathing and you figured he had also unfortunately woken up. You took in one more deep breath before opening your eyes, removing yourself from his neck and propping against his chest to look up at him. You gasped slightly as you were greeted with dark brown eyes with light sprinkles of hazelnut staring back at you. Your mouth suddenly felt dry as you gripped his shirt again to stop yourself from moving forward.

The air around you was electrifying as memories of your dream flashed before you. Cody slowly snaked hand over your back as he ran it gently across your cheek. Closing your eyes to savor the feeling he gently cupped your cheek. Your eyes fixed on his lips as you licked your own.

Cody took in your features, the messy bed hair, your eyes were glossed over from sleep and he took notice of the gentle pink blush that formed at your checks. He hesitated for only a second before drawing you closer.

"Commander Cody. Come in Commander Cody!"

Cody sighed in frustration reaching over to grab his com, his other hand still on your cheek.

"Commander Cody here."

"About time we found you," it was Fives, "We located your freighter, it is going to take a bit to get you out, looked like it was a nasty one last night. Are you and the General keeping warm?"

You felt your face turn scarlet, as your eyes remained on Cody.

"The General is fine, Fives. We will prepare for your arrival" he then tossed the com back onto the floor.

You started to untangle yourself from Cody's limbs, keeping quiet. Before you pulled yourself out of the roll, he grabbed your hand. You paused as you looked at him, your eyes both trying to express your feelings, your desires that you couldn't explore. One silently apologizing to the other for things that couldn't be. It was like the force was playing a mean trick on both of you. Your spirits calm but pained with heartache as well.

Still looking at you he gently kissed your hand, his lips burning into your skin, with one last squeeze,he let you go.

You both got ready in silence as you heard the troopers outside digging you out. Eventually you were able to open the back hatch and were greeted by Obi Wan and Fives.

"You look like a giant marshmallow," he laughed when he saw you in the oversized jacket. You smile warmly at him, feeling yourself calm down as you were finally near him again

"I am sorry about the mission Master…"

"Being ambushed by a separatist raid on your route wasn't part of your mission. I am just glad you are alright," he looked over at Cody who was fully armored up,"She wasn't too difficult was she Commander?"

You felt your heart involuntarily drop into your stomach.

"Not at all, Sir. It is always a pleasure traveling with the General,” you couldn’t see his eyes through the helmet but you could still feel them on you, as you kept your head down, unable to look at him without giving yourself away.

“I would be an icicle without him, Master.” You responded, adjusting your jacket.

“Well, I am glad, I think you should go give yourself a rest young padawan,” Obi felt a shift in you, it was for only a brief moment but he was able to catch it and knew that feeling all too well.

“Thank you, Master,” as you started to walk to the other ship. Cody started to follow behind you.

“Commander Cody, I am sorry I know you must be tired but I have a few things that I need to brief on you,” Obi wan spoke up.

You stopped and turned to look at Cody.

He looked at you and just nodded, “Sleep well, General.”

“I will Commander,” you nodded back at him, resisting the urge to beg him to join you later, but you knew it would never be possible, “Thank you for everything. I’ll meet up with you later.”

“I look forward to it, little one.”

Tags: @ahoeformando @tibbietibbs @tacticalsparkles @mysticalgalaxysalad @fuckyeahbeskar @hyperspace-spicedreams @deewithani @deathwatchnightowl @darthmama1618 @book-hoardingdragon @bvcketfvcker

Din Djarin

[full masterlist]

* - nsfw 

Healing Hands: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

And He Is One With Me

Mando smut*

Garden

Mad

Are you asleep?

Flirting

Cold

Riduurok (kind of a part 2 to the flirting prompt but can stand alone)

favorite position*

edging din*

just some hcs

cutting his hair

resting on din’s lap

why do you think you have to do everything on your own (from prompt list)

din tells you what he wants*

make up sex*

a touch of love*

flustered din

making love*

din’s fantasies*

Here’s the before and after of some Baby Yoda pictures that I edited to use as my phone and iPad wallpapers. I’ll post more if anyone even sees this lol. If anyone wants any specific photos edited I’ll do them!

The Mandalorian | Chapter 6: The Prisoner

This was my favorite episode of Season 1

The Gowns of Queen Amidala: Revenge of the Sith, 2005

Costume designs of Trisha Briggar and Concept Art of Clara Dies Valls

Javier Peña + anger

Little Brat

Summary: A continuation of my previous AU fic Late Night Coffee You and Fox have already established a secretive relationship due to that nature of your works. This is just a fun smutty drabble between the two.

Warning: Explicit (18+) Unprotected sex, blowjobs, sub!reader, dom!Fox, cum play, slapping, PinV, degrading talk, edging , exhibitionism (kinda)

Pairing: Commander Fox (AU) x Reader

Everything that happens is purely consensual. Reader is AFAB (Female)

You grinned, looking up at him, “What are you doing?”

Fox peered at you over his phone, “Capturing the view,” he smirked as he took another candid photo.

“Oh no! Delete that,” you tried to grab the phone out of his hand, “No one needs to see that!”

Fox laughed as he held you to his side, his other arm stretched away from you so you couldn’t reach despite your best efforts. You huffed, accepting defeat as you snuggled closer to him, your legs intertwining with his.

It had been a few months since that late coffee incident brought you two together. As discussed, you two kept it mostly strictly professional at work and tried not to arouse suspicion. Of course, his brothers found out immediately, giving them more ammo to incessantly tease him in and out of work.

“About time,” Rex had joked when he had walked in on you too late one night, you both had thought everyone had gone for the evening.

“You chose him, over me? I should say I am a little heartbroken,” Cody had teased you, when Rex had immediately called him into the office to show him what he found.

Aside from their teasing, they made sure word wouldn’t get out and tried to dispel any media or office rumours that may have started to brew.

You had moved in a couple of months after, it was Fox’s idea as he kept bringing you over, literally peeling you from your bed at your apartment in the middle of the night to carry you to his home. For HR reasons and to keep it a secret, he insisted on you keeping your place but he was currently covering the rent.

You wouldn’t call you both domesticated at this point, you really weren’t sure what you two were. You had never discussed it with him and at this point, felt like it didn’t really matter.

Basking in his warmth, you took the moment to look at him as he stared at the television screen in his bedroom. Alone with Fox, you saw a different kind of man. Yes, he was still an annoying stickler for rules, borderline anxious you would say but he also showered you with more affection than you had imagined. You noticed his eyes were softer, his face more relaxed, his hair that he usually kept in pristine shape was a little messier, curls sticking out in a few places.

“What are you looking at?” He grinned down at you, kissing your forehead.

You cupped his cheek and pulled him into a deep kiss. Your heart fluttered, your body gasping as the residential butterflies returned. The familiar pounding in your ears drummed by as your face became flushed. You really didn’t think you’d ever get tired of kissing this man. He ran his hands through your hair, before pulling you closer, there was raw emotion the way he deepened the kiss, hungry and intense like you were his last meal. His hands roamed over your body,as they finished at the front of your shirt, slowly unbuttoning one by one.

You broke the moment, grinning cockily at him, pulling his hands away. You flopped down next to him and handed him an empty bowl, “More popcorn, please!”

Fox stared at you, his pupils blown out with lust, he couldn’t ignore the uncomfortable tightness in his pants.

“I don’t think so, baby girl,” he growled, tossing the bowl aside as you grabbed you. You rubbed your body against him, he took in your soft form, the fullness of your breasts, your hips expertly finding just the right place to tease him.

“But we have a movie to finish,” you sweetly pointed out, as your hand trailed along the bulge in his pants, “I can’t watch a movie, without popcorn,” you sulked.

“Are you teasing me little one?” he grabbed your wrist, keeping your hand over his confined cock but no longer allowing you to move, “I didn’t give you permission to touch me,”

You bat your eyes at him, pouting, “No,” you pulled free from his grasp, as you removed the loosened tie around his neck and started to open his dress shirt, “I just want to play.”

He quickly pinned you under him, your hands above your head, “Only good girls get to play,”

So it was going to be one of those nights, you smiled to yourself.He broke character only for a moment as he stroked your face, “Safe word?”

“Red,” you assured him. He kissed you quickly, before pulling you up to him, “Clothes off now,”

He shoved you off the bed as you stumbled to get your footing. You took your sweet time, shimming out of your skirt, removing each button one by one to the sway of your hips.

“Don’t make me come over there,” he threatened as you slipped off your dress shirt.

“Oh, baby girl is wearing the present I got her,”

You stood before him in matching red lacy bra and panties. He purposefully bought them a size smaller so that your breasts spilled out over the bra and your panties hugged your ass tightly.

You played with the straps as your hands trailed down to cup your breasts. You moaned loudly as your thumbs grazed over your perked nipples, the thin lace adding a new layer of stimulation that shot down to your core.

“They feel so good, Fox. I’ve never seen them look this big before,” you gasped as you pinched one nipple. Fox was very aware how sensitive you were as he discovered when you came underneath him just from having him suck on your nipples.

After taking a quick photo, that you didn’t notice he had done. He stood up, “Did I give you permission to touch yourself? You really are being a brat tonight.” He turned you around, your back facing him as he pulled your arms behind you. His tie now loose in hand, wrapping it around your wrists, securing them together.

“Little brat needs to be taught a lesson. Kneel.”

You wiggled your arms trying to break free as you whined. You kneeled down with slight effort as you couldn’t use your hands for balance, and kneeled on one of the pillows that had been dropped onto the floor.

You peered up at him, rough thick battering lashes, your lips in a pout letting Fox know how embarrassed you are.

Fox laughs darkly as he roughly grabs your chin, your face closer to the bulge in his pants, “Don’t play shy with me, little one.” he growls as he uses his free hand to unbutton his pants and unzips them with ease like he had done this before.

Your mouth was watering, anticipating to see more of him, you shifted on the pillow, the friction of the lace barely easing the throb in your core. “Fox…”you beg, “Please let me make you feel good.”

You were transfixed on his hand that was gently stroking the outline of his cock that was still covered by his boxer briefs, “If you want it, sweetie, you will need to get it.”

You whined, squirming your shoulders but it was no use to remove the tension of the bindings around your wrist. “But I can’t,” you huffed.

His thumb traced your lips, “Can’t or won’t?”

You whined again, shaking your body and doing a few jumps lifting your ass from your feet.

Fox took a step back, "Is my little slut being a brat now?"

You shook your head, "No, Sir," you mumbled.

You sat up trying to keep your balance on your shaky legs as you leaned closer to him, you kissed his exposed toned stomach trailing down the trail of soft hair to the band of his boxers. You licked your lips as you took the hem of his boxers in your mouth, pulling the front down. You heard the click of the camera as his cock finally sprang free.

You hesitantly licked the tip, grinning when it twitched at your ministrations. You wrapped your lips just around the head, your tongue running along the underside and along his weeping tip. You hollowed your cheeks, peering up at him as you took more of him in, your tongue moving lower as your mouth tried to take the rest of him. You heard another click as Fox gently stroked your hair.

“Mmm, if only you could see yourself,” Fox grunted as he felt your throat constrict around him. Normally he would’ve lost control at this point and start facefucking you hard but because of the loss in the use of your hands he wanted to be sure you were able to express when it became too much.

You hummed against his cock, sending little vibrations over his cock and shocking him up his spine. He threw his head back, “I am so lucky to have such a good cock sucker as an assistant,” he thrusted his hips, a filthy gargle sound came from you as you pulled away from his cock, a thin line of saliva was between your lips and the head. Your breathing uneven, tears threatening to fall as your mascara was clearly ruined.

“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere,”

You glared at him as you took him again in your mouth. Bobbing your head faster this time, you grinned to yourself as you angled your head in such a way that every time you took him in it was like you were swallowing him. Fox felt his legs shake slightly as he tried to keep himself composed. You know what worked to get him off and he wasn’t going to let you be done, not just yet.

He ripped you from his cock holding you by your hair as you let out a small cry, “Are you trying to get me to come so soon, princess?” He snarled as he pulled you up, your back flushed up against his chest, “The only place I am going to come is inside that tight little cunt of yours.”

He dragged you as he went sit on the foot of the bed, throwing you over his knees. “I think it is time to remind you who is in charge.” Your legs were spread out a bit, showing off the soaked part of your panties.

“Look at you,” he ran his finger along your covered cunt, “I can’t believe you are this soaked for me.” He pulled down your panties to the fold of your ass.He shoved two fingers into your weeping cunt as you cried out from the sudden intrusion.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, he was already hitting that smooth soft part of you, pulling you quickly to the edge. Pulling his fingers out to the entrance just as quickly as he shoved them in.. He felt you try to pull him back in, he recognized the familiar feeling of you teetering on the edge.

“Fox please,” you begged, “Use me, stuff me! I need your cock inside me,” You let out screamed when he slapped your ass

"You want your pussy stuffed full? Fucking earn it, girl." he ran his warm palm over your ass. You shook, knowing you were really in trouble now. You bit your lip, whimpering as his hand hovered over your ass cheek.

“You have been a brat all night. We are going to fucking count to twenty and we will see if I feel like even fucking you afterwards.”

Without any additional warning, he slapped your ass.

“O-one!” you stumbled out, “T-two! Ah! T-three.”

Fox was admiring how your skin was reacting to his actions. He noticed how your tied hands were stretched out trying to soften the blow. With his other free hand he grabbed your wrists and kept them still.

You were slouched over, your body hot, you weren’t going to last to twenty. Another slap came down, instead of counting, you just yelled out a ‘fuck’.

“Fuck isn’t a number. This is your only warning, slut.”

You whimpered a sorry as he went for the other cheek, “Five...Six…” he paused for a moment, running his hand over your entrance, feeling you slowly leak out, gently teasing your nub. He wanted to keep you on that edge for as long as he saw fit. He then returned to your ass.

Thanks to his early actions and him now rubbing your clit you blanked out for a moment as he slapped you again. Oh shit! Where were you at? Oh fuck, nonono.

You turned to look at Fox,your face was red and you tried to make yourself small, “Nine?”

Fox looked at you disappointed and angry. “That mouth of yours really isn’t good for anything besides fucking, isn’t it. Don’t deserve my cock in your pussy until you can count properly.” He slapped you in rapid succession to get to nine.

He slapped you again, “Do I need to teach you? Hrmm?”

“No,” you sobbed, “Ten! I am sorry, Sir.”

“Are you my smart pretty little whore who can count?”

"I-I'm your p-pretty whore who can c-count"

"Then fucking count!” as he smacks you again, “Eleven!”

Between his slaps he continued, “I'm going to fix this. If it takes all night, I'll get this pretty whore counting properly"

All you could was squirm and count as loudly as possible. When you finally reached twenty, you could no longer hold yourself up as your ass seared. You knew you weren’t going to be able to sit properly tomorrow.

Fox pulled you up and over into his lap, as you looked at him through wet tears, hiccuping. He tsked as he ran his thumbs over your cheeks, as he shushed you, “You did so well baby,” He kissed your checks as you attempted to control your breathing, “T-thank you, S-s-sir,” you whimpered into his neck. You gasped when you felt his finger glide easily over your slick folds, “Oh baby, I can tell it wasn’t all bad for you.”

You tried to grind yourself against his finger, desperate for anything at this point. Your core ached, as your stomach was tight with desire. With one last kiss and pulling your panties back up, he picks you up and positions you on your back, your head hanging over the edge upside down.

Standing over you, he forces your mouth open as he sinks his cock into your mouth, “Time to remind you who is in charge,” he groans, watching his member disappear into your mouth. You felt your face turn red from the wet noises your mouth and throat would make as you took his cock. His grip on your throat was possessive as he tried to time his thrusts with every cry and ever spasm that was coming from you.

Running his hand over the bulge in your throat, he would praise you "No one has been able to take me so well. You've clearly had a lot of practice." as he snaps another photo. You cried out from his filthy words, your body tingling all over, the bra now too tight as you feel one of your breasts threatening to slip out.

Fox slowly pulls out, running his thumb along your lips, as you try to suck it, “There is my good girl,” he helps you sit back up, kissing your forehead.

“Sir,” you whimper, your shoulders screaming from that last event, “Can you untie me, please?”

Fox parts your hair to the side, as he kisses the secret spot on your nape as you feel him untie your wrists, he rubs the red marks gently as he kisses down to your shoulder blades.

You scoot around to look at him, running your hand along his jawline, feeling the stubble already returning from this morning’s shave. He leaned in, capturing your lips with his. You felt the heat rise from your chest, as you gripped yourself onto him, he had barely touched you tonight and you were tortured beyond belief.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him closer to you, “Fox...touch me, please.”

Fox ignored your pleas as he kissed along your neck, down the collar and into the valley of your breasts. You hiss bringing your arms back to un-clip the bra and slide it off of you. Cupping your breasts, you lift them, presenting them to Fox, “Pleasseee,” you whine, your voice horse from the screams.

Fox pushes you onto the pillows behind you, “Oh baby girl, always begging. Do you expect me to give into everything you ask?” He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue circling the taut tip. You ran your hands through his hair, as you watched him. His eyes were closed and lets out a low moan as he went to the other nipple.

You felt a sharp tightness in your core, between his soft warm mouth and the look of pure bliss on his face, you began to gasp quietly as you felt the familiar rush sweep over you.

“F-Fox. I am going to come, oh my god, Fox.”

He didn’t respond as he increased his suction, his other hand massaging your other breast. Your grip on his hair tightens, as your body seized, your cunt clenching around nothing, the tightness in your stomach crawls down as you come with silent cry, shaking against Fox’s mouth.

Fox redirected his attention to you, as you were splayed on the bed, your chest rising and falling rapid in rapid succession. You smiled weakly at him as you moved some of the lose curls from his forehead, stroking the grey patch around his temple.

He smiled down warmly at you, taking your hand in his, kissing along the wrist softly as his other hand snaked between your thighs, your panties entirely soaked, as he takes notice of trickle of the juices.

“ Oh sweetie, did I give you permission to come?”

The warmth buzz that was radiating from your body was replaced with a cold shock.

“But, I warned you,” you argued, as you lifted yourself up.

Fox doesn’t respond as he removes your drenched panties, “Tsk, you even ruined my gift. You really are a brat today, aren't you?”

“Sir, please,” you whimpered, as he positioned himself between your thighs.

He kneels down, kissing your forehead, “Prove to me that you can be a good girl and take your punishment,”

His grip on your thighs was bruising as he aligned himself at your entrance, you bit your lower lip, trying to keep your noises at bay, as he slid in at a painfully slow pace.

You gasped when you felt his hips against yours, your body singing as you were finally presented with the stretch you had been yearning for all night.

Fox has his arms at your head, as he slowly thrusted into you, “You are so tight tonight, baby girl. I should make you wait more often.”

You hiked your legs, wrapping around his waist, “You feel so good, Sir. Thank you, thank you for making me so full.” Running your hands over the expanse of his back as you kissed his chest, cooing.

Fox increased his pace, reaching deeper into your core, “Come around me, you wanted it so badly, you can have it.”

You cried out a yes as you ground your hips against him, your release quickly coming, “Sir, I am coming!” you screamed, your cunt clenched around him, you rode that high but immediately felt something against your clit.

“F-Fox, it is ok. I-”

“You’ve been a needy brat all evening, I am just giving you what you want.” his thumb pressed against your clit as he vigorously rubbed. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you let out the most pitiful cries.

You twitched and begged for him to stop, your body leaning into his touch, sending mixed signals. You felt tears start swell at the corner of your eyes, as you felt another orgasm creep up on you. You couldn’t even let in a deep breath as you came around him once again, his thrusts never faltering.

“So, you do listen sometimes,” he teased as he nipped at your neck leaving small red welts. You knew you would be wearing turtlenecks for the upcoming week, “What do you say?”

“Thank you, sir,” you cried, squeezing your eyes, as the tears started to fall.

Fox kissed them, as he snapped his hips at you, “I am close my dirty slut, where do you want me?”

“Inside!” you begged, as Fox continued to fuck you, his fingers thumbed one of your breasts, tugging another orgasm, “Fuck, please, come with me!”

“Come, beautiful. I can’t wait to paint you as mine.”

You were full blown sobbing from the overstimulation and came a final time. Before you could fully come, Fox surprisingly pulled out and quickly stroked his cock, swearing your name as he came on your pussy lips. His juices mixing with yours.

“N-no,” you whimpered, grabbing Fox’s hand trying to force him to shove his mess inside of you.

“Oh no,you little brat,” Fox ran a finger along your cum coated slit, as he forced you to suck, “Only good girls get cum in their pussy, you are lucky I am giving it to you at all. Now clean up.”

Your hand trembled as you scooped up the white mess, hiccuping between sobs as you licked your fingers clean, you moaned at the melange of both of you, as Fox got off the bed to walk to the washroom. Coming out with a damp towel, he cleaned your face that was dribbled with spit, cum and tears,

“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now, my little slut.”

You squirmed under his gaze as you let him clean you off. He guided you under the sheets, as the tv was turned off and the lights dimmed down.

“It wasn’t all bad was it?” He kissed your forehead, still not getting into bed.

You shook your head, snuggling into the soft pillows. You watched him walk around the other side of the bed but he didn’t get, instead he walked back to the washroom.

You let out a panicked cry, “Fox, stay, please!” you begged

Fox came back out, his face washed away of his exertion, he slid into the spot next to you, pulling you close to him instantly, “Sshh, it’s ok,” he played with your hair as the other hand gently massaged your shoulder, “I am staying right here.”

You nuzzled into his chest, the tears had finally stopped and your body finally relaxed, your limbs feeling like jelly.

“Was that too much,” he asked, giving you a quick look over to see how you seemed overall.

You smiled, shaking your head, “No, it was fun,” you assured him, kissing his cheek.

“Good I was wor-”

“Mph, Fox, ssshhhh.” you cuddled in closer to him, as you were already drifting off to sleep.

Fox smirked, as he rested his chin on yours, breathing in your scent as he too fell asleep.

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Boba Fett in THE MANDALORIAN Chapter 16: The Rescue.  

STAR WARS | The Empire Strikes Back

Photos of Din Djarin laying down that my lawyer WILL be hearing about

Bonus 1: BARE WRIST

Bonus 2: BYE

THE BAD BATCH BINGO

Grogu and the butterflies~ 🦋

“I’ll see you again, I promise.”

i have power now

Stay hydrated.

Kiss Your Scars

Din Djarin x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Part of the Equal Partners series. Link to masterlist in bio.

Warnings: Smut, oral (m & f receiving), body worship, slight praise kink, first time together, tender smut, soft!Din, the Child being adorable

Thank you to @tintinwrites​ for giving this a beta read!

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“Alright little guy,” you held the child in your arms as he cooed and giggled, “You’ve had enough excitement lately. It’s time for bed.”

Din watched with amusement as you took care of the child. It had only been a day since the big battle and blowout on Nevarro, and ever since then the child seemed more lively than ever. But, you took such good care of the child, and Din felt his heart swell with emotion as he watched you with him.

Just as you turned to set the child down in his little cot, Din called your name, “Will…” he started when you turned around to face him, “Will you stay in my quarters tonight?” he asked as he was uncharastically nervous.

You smiled softly at him as you felt your heart pound in your chest, “Of course,” your voice was soft as you felt equally nervous. 

The two of you had just recently confessed your feelings that you each had for the other, and things felt different since then. It wasn’t a bad different, but unsaid words hung in the air between you and neither of you had addressed it yet.

Din nodded and watched you tuck the child in before you turned back to him, “Let me just clean up first, ok? I’ll be there in a few.”

“Alright,” he almost sounded disappointed, but he didn’t say anything more.

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I want Fennec to watch and join in when boba needs an extra set of hands... for things

THE BOOK OF BOBA FETT December 2021 on Disney+

All For You

So, this idea kinda came about from a dream I had last night and felt like it was appropriate to share. Please ignore the opening, I really just wanted to rush into the smutness

Summary: Din want to be out of control entirely and only trusts you to do it with him

Rating: Explicit, PinV, Sub!Din, Slight degrading talk, lots of smut, Edge play (let me know if I miss anything), Rope play

Pairing: Din Djarin x You

"You sure you want this, Din?”

You ask, drying the last dish in the kitchen of the Razorcrest.

“I need to let go...I have to let go,” he looks up at you with pleading eyes, “I want to be able to love you properly and I can’t unless I give up control.”

“You already love me plenty, baby.”

“I want to love you wholly, please.”

You kiss him softly, “I will do anything for you, Din Djarin.”

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This evening, Din is bound to his cot, blindfold over his eyes. You have spent all evening running your hands softly over his hard scared body. Admiring every cut, every dip. Din clenches his fists and tries to arch up into your hands. You smirk as you lean on him, your soft breasts pressing into his heaving chest.

“What do you want, my sweet boy?” you coo, as you trail gentle kisses along his jaw, down his neck, “Use your words.”

Din is gasping, his senses enhanced due to the blindfolded him. You take notice of the goosebumps crawling across his skin. “Please, I need to feel more,” he whines.

“Because you asked so nicely,” you lie against him, intertwining your legs with his as you moan on the contact. “Like this?”

Din tries to move his arms out of the binding “I want to feel you,” he begs, “Please.” Hearing the Mandalorian begging beneath you awakens something in you you never felt before, a feeling of power and lust all combined into one.

You cup Din’s cheek lovingly, “Oh Din, I am not even close to being done playing with you.”

He tries to press his cheek into your warm hand, basking in the moment. You have other ideas though as you drag your body across his and down to between his thick muscular legs.

His cock is splayed out on his stomach, cum streaking over his torso as it twitches, begging to be used. You lean down, as you first take notice of how helpless Din looks, unable to see you, unable to touch you.

Your breath hot is against his weeping member, your mouth almost grazing along his soft skin, “If only you could see yourself baby,” you take a long lick along the underside of his shaft, “You look so fucking perfect,” you take his head in his mouth, purple and angry as it is now leaking with precum, you moan at the salt tasty that is uniquely his. You hear him gasp your name as he throws his hip forward, your mouth immediately off of him.

“What did I say?” you scowl as you lazily pump his cock. You see Din clench and un-clench his hands, as he bit his lower lip, arching his head pack. Fuck he was a pretty sight, you felt the heat pool at your centre as your wet cunt drips down your thighs.

“That, t-that you’re in charge,” he heaves. Din could feel the softness of your hands as you gripped around him, his cock wet with your saliva and his precum. He tries to picture you, naked in between his thighs with that beautiful smile of yours.

“Mesh’la….” he groans.

“Your pet names won’t work tonight,” with one hand splayed on his torso to hold him down, you envelope his cock in your mouth again. You notice the way he tightens his hips as his legs shake trying to stay still. You casually run your other hand again underneath cupping the heavy weight of his balls, you let out a shameful high pitched groan, reminding yourself the fullness you feel every time he finishes inside of you.

Din is ensnared by pleasure as he shakes his head from side to side, the blindfold damp from sweat and tears that fell from being left on edge for so long. The way you roll him between the palm of your hands, tugging, squeezing just the right way. He had initially been shocked by your actions as your intimate moments together before had been very vanilla so they would say but he knew you had been respecting his boundaries. Now giving you full control his brain’s wiring became askew as he can no longer tell what time of day it was anymore or if it was truly you and that it was really happening.

“F-fuck, such a good cock slut,” he freezes ,immediately like had been blasted with ice. You quickly moves from his hips and lay your thighs around his upper torso. You grip Din’s hair,

“What did you call me?”you hiss, resting your forehead against his, the grip on him still strong.

“I’m sorry-I didn’t-”

“Didn’t think I’d hear? Didn’t think I wouldn’t let this slide?” Pulling his hair back and exposing his thick neck, you run soft kisses down his clenched muscles, “The only reason you feel good, is because I am making you feel good. This is what you wanted, no? To have no control.”

“Please,” his voice, strained and pathetic, “I need...cunt.”

You giggle a little as he incoherently mumbled, his begging on repeat.

You run your nails lightly over him, noticing every scar that glistens across his taught body. “Such a dirty Mandalorian, having only pussy on your mind. I am lucky to have such a dirty Mandalorian to play with.” with one hand, you pump two fingers into you, they slide in easily as you mewl, pumping them until they are nice and slick.

“You want my cunt so badly,” you bring your fingers to his lips. He recognizes your smell instantly “Suck.” you order.

Din bobs,his head immediately, wrapping his lips around your fingers, you cry out loudly as you feel his hot tongue swirl around your digits, making sure every part of your pussy soaked fingers were licked clean. You had never had anyone suck your fingers before but it instantly went to the top of ‘Things I will Definitely Try Again List.’ His tongue feels so soft in comparison to the strong man before you. He sucks in his cheeks, trying to pull more of you in.

“There is my good boy,” you whisper as your other hand goes to play with your nipples. You wish it was Din’s hands instead of yours but you took what you could give yourself. “So quiet now, that wasn’t so hard?”

Din tries to respond but your fingers were still deep in his mouth. You remove them with a loud pop as you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue.

“I am feeling really empty, Din,” you say between kisses. “I am dripping and I am so empty it hurts.”

You feel his warm breath fanning your face as you continue your soft kisses, “What should I do about it?” Do I stuff myself or,” you reach back to grab his cock that was against his stomach, “Or with this?”

“That! My cock, please! I can’t take it anymore,”

Lifting yourself off of him, he can no longer feel you, even with his heightened senses he couldn’t hear anything of the hum of the ship. He calls your name a few times but gets no answer,

“This isn’t funny! Where are …..”his words die the moment as they leave his mouth as you suddenly impale yourself on his member. Something breaks you as you sit there, looking down you see yourself stretched around him, the throb of his cock, pulsing waves of pleasure up your body. You grind slowly against him, a snail like pace. You dip your hips down to take him fully and then roll over his cock just until the tip is engulfed in your warmth. You do this slowly a few times until you snap. Holding onto his shoulders you begin to roughly ride him,

“Oh Din, your cock feels amazing. And it is all for me,” you croak, as you slam yourself back onto him, your thrusts becoming erratic as you grind up against him, leaving a wet trail behind as you try to control your impending orgasm.

“Maybe I will leave you like this on long hauls between work, what do you think? Do you want to be my little play thing?”

Din has missed your warmth, the hug of your core, the sweet hot warmth that drove him crazy. He could never want anyone else. “Anything,” he breaths, “I’ll be anything you want me to be, as long as you’ll have me.”

You pause for a moment, slightly surprised by his words, you let out a pitiful wail as you as lose all pattern of your thrusts, your clit brushing up against his soft short hairs as you scream his name, your hands gripping his chest as you fall apart around him, “Din..that’s oh fuck!”

Din nearly comes from the feeling of you shuddering around him, the noises you make as you fuck yourself on him are so obsence and filthy and they are all because of him. You collapse onto his glowing body, your breathing ragged as you feel your entire body pulse in tune with Din’s cock that is twitching inside of you.

You feel like a goddess from the earth shattering orgasm to the way Din’s cocks swell and weeps for you and the absolute control you currently were in.

Din cries your name, as he motions his hips, “Please…”

You sit back up on your knees, your legs jello as you rest your full weight on your palms on his chest, “What do you want, Din?” you tease, “I got what I wanted, what else do you think needs to be done?”

Din groans and pulls even harder at the ties, his wrists raw from the friction. You grab his cock, rubbing your soaked slit against him, “You want this?” you grab his balls, “You want to be inside me, filling up this pussy?”

Din can no longer handle it, “B-blaster!”

You let go of him immediately as you go to untie him, “Sweetie,” you call for him, as you untie his other hand, helping him remove the blind fold. He sits up for you, as you are now in his lap, running your hands along his tear streaked face.

“Are you ok? I am so sorry. Oh, Din…”

Din grabs your hands, leaning to catch your lips. “You were absolutely perfect,” he murmurs as you stare into dark hazel eyes, glistening with tears, “Thank you.”

You feel the tears starting to swell for you as well, as you wrap your arms around him,

“I don’t think we are done here though,”

You smirk, as you feel him grab your hips, “I do believe it is my turn, pretty gurl,” as he slams you back onto his cock. Oh fuck! Even with the previous orgasm and how wet you are the stretch still stings.

“You’ve had your fun, now it is mine.”

He rolls you onto your back, bringing your knees to your chest. You cry out loudly, gripping his hair, as he slams un-forgivingly into you. “Fuck this pussy takes me so well,” he moans as he nips at your breasts, “Cant wait to fill it up again and again,”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits that sweet spot that you can never quite reach. Din admires the view of you completely helpless, he clamps a hand around your throat, squeezing lightly, “Don’t think I am no longer in control sweetie, I let you play with me.” He kisses you disgustingly, a hot mess of teeth and tongue, “And now it is time I play with you.”

Your gasp is hollow as he tightens a bit more, your body trying to take in oxygen as you lose your breath with every motion Din gives you. The all too familiar heat starts to pool at your centre, “Din!” you gasp.

“Cum around me sweetie, remind me how much you love my cock.” You let out a strangle cry as he grabs your lips with his, muffling your cries. Pulling back, he kisses your tears, “Are you ready to take me?”

You nod rapidly, “Please, fuck baby, please. Harder!” Din’s orgasm approaches faster than he expects as he curses your name, ramming his cock deep into you as he pumps his cum into you.

“That’s my good little cum slut,” he coos, as he thrusts shallowly into you, you yelp at the sensitivity and nasty words.

When he finally finishes, he lies on top of you. Both of you silent except for your respective heavy breaths. Din slowly slides out of you as you wince a little.

“Too much?”

You shake your head, pulling him into a kiss. “I am sorry if I was too much,”

Din kissed your nose, “It was fine baby...I just really wanted to touch you and feel you.”

Your heart swells, “You’re such a softy,” you tease, snuggling into his chest.

Din laughs, “It is only because of you, mesh’la.” He strokes your hair, watching you already start to fall asleep.

“I know, it is one of the reasons you love me,” you yawn, throwing the blanket onto both of you.

Din lowers the lights down as he adjusts so you won’t get a sore neck, “You have no idea how many ways I love you.”

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Masterlist

Date Updated: April 21st, 2021

Star Wars

Boba Fett x Reader

Chasing Dreams E!

Dimples E!

Din Djarin X Boba Fett x Reader

A Little Help E! Sex Pollen Fic

Miss You E!

Clone Troopers

Praise HC with Rex, Cody, Wolffe-Praise Kink

Late Night Coffee: E! Fox x Reader

Torrent

summary: When one of Din’s worst fears is revealed, you’re left to do whatever you can to put him at ease.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x gn!reader

warnings: hurt/comfort, childhood trauma, parental death, anxiety attack, broken Creed, thunderstorms, angst, fluff

rating: T

word count: 3.460k

masterlist

You never understood why Din avoided humid planets until tonight.

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“I can’t talk right now, I’m doin hot girl shit”

*reads fanfiction for 3 hours*

*daydreams about my favorite characters and actors*

*takes a nap*

shiny

Natalie Portman as Padmé Amidala Star Wars: Episode I — The Phantom Menace (1999)

That moment when you have to give back Daddy’s helmet but you REALLY don’t want to!!!

(Thank you to @keethus-arts for letting me share this) 

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warmth of you

summary: din djarin takes on an engineer to his new ship, trying to fill some of the emptiness that grogu left behind. he’s surprised to find that you’re filling all the other missing pieces of him, as well.

rating: E (warnings: SMUT; this is the softest, possibly most wholesome smut i’ve ever written, but it’s still smut. PIV, girl on top, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, kissing [the kissingggggg]; self-doubt, some angst, FLUFF THO)

pairing: din djarin x fem reader

word count: ~3900

note: SHOUTOUT as always to @starlightmornings for betaing. also, to @charnelhouse, @wyn-dixie, and @danniburgh for being bad influences and encouraging this. AND ALSO to @thepoisonofgod because this whole thing is really her fault. when i heard the idea of naked tattooed soft!din, it was over. i couldn’t resist it. anyway, this is emotionally wrecked af post-s2 softboi din djarin and i wrote him how i thought he’d be, i hope you enjoy him and love him as much as i do. please go take a look at this incredibly beautiful drawing that @thepoisonofgod​ did of our sweet soft!din: warmth of you

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i. Din hated the new ship.

It was too new and too big and too shiny. Every surface was bright, gleaming, blinding. It was too damn clean. He missed the grime of the Crest. He missed the mess of having a child.

He missed the kid.

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First painting of 2021! Renewal is a fitting theme, I think. 

"warmth of you"

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The Bodyguard and the Betrothed - Chapter 1

Din Djarin x afab!reader

Rating: E | 3.5k words

You've always read that being a Princess has its perks, but you think whoever wrote that had to have been mistaken. As the third, unwanted daughter of the royal family of Hapuntep, your life isn't what you imagined when you were younger, still starry-eyed and full of hope.

So when a mysterious stranger shows up and rips you away from the only life you've ever known, you can't help but wonder - is your mundane life about to get better? Or... is it about to get a whole lot worse?

Tags/Warnings: Angst, Bodyguard!Din, some Violence (later on), Strangers to Lovers, and more tags to come!

AN: I feel most comfortable doing one-shots, so trying to step out of my comfort zone with a Bodyguard!Din romance. I have the general plotline written out, excited to share this story with you. (But fear not, there will be plenty of rated E action down the road!) Guessing about 10 chapters in total. ❤️

[Also posted to A03 here!]

Chapter 1 - The Stranger

As the long hours in near-isolation passed, you think back and realize that honestly, you should have seen this coming. In the past few months, you had noticed the whispers around the castle, the furtive looks, but you never dreamed they were directed at you.

Being part of the royal family of Hapuntep, there were certain… expected obligations. Your eldest sister had been betrothed since birth to a handsome prince from Indupar, a monarchical planet in the Ado Sector. Your second sister had married for love, a Lord from the mid rim planet of Ec Pand. And your younger brother - he was to inherit the kingdom, as the only son. He would be married as well, someday, but that was still many years away.

And you - well, you had not married. You had always been treated a little differently than your sisters, the forgotten middle child that was never wanted.

When you were younger, you thought perhaps it was the age gap. Your sisters were 8 and 10 when you were born and at their age, there was nothing interesting about a crying baby. You had assumed it was just that gap that had been stretched too far to cross, but as you got older, you started noticing some interactions that had escaped your younger mind.

They way they treated you, like you were a ghost. And then more specifically, the tone of voice they used when they actually did speak to you. The sneering lips and wrinkled noses as they implied that your parents didn’t want you.

“Daddy didn’t ask for another daughter. He wanted a son.” Your eldest sister had hissed in your ear, late at night, “But it was too late. You showed up, anyway.”

As you grew older, you then thought maybe it was because of your looks. You favored your mother, the same shade of hair and complexion. You thanked the Maker for that more than once when you were alone - otherwise you might have gotten your Father’s weak constitution or his small, watery eyes. It was a wonder that your mother had ever agreed to marry him, and you thought about that often as well.

Your sisters looked like copies of your father, down to the exact texture of hair. Your eyes were different though, the only one in the family with that shade, most likely a recessive gene. Was it jealousy, perhaps, sowed the seed that has lasted for years?

The rumors and theories changed over time, but the ending was always the same. A surprised, unwanted pregnancy. The black sheep. When your mother passed when you were 6 from a bout of Borotavi syndrome, the gap between you and your family only grew further apart, turning into a chasm.

Your father remarried soon after, a beautiful widower whose husband has also recently passed, and she became your stepmother. Your resemblance to your own mother was not lost on her, and there was no affection gained, despite your efforts.

A few years later, they had a child together, your brother Nikolas - the one saving grace in this wretched family. He inherited the best things from both, and somehow the two of you became close. He was your only real friend, the only person you could trust.

Overall, you made the best you could with your lot. You stayed tucked away, and out of sight. Afternoons were filled with quiet activities, reading, studying, academics, most of the time in your room. When you could, you snuck outside, sweet-talking the guards into teaching you fitness routines and self-defense lessons.

Nobody seemed to love you, besides your brother, but nothing was expected from you either. You were perfectly happy living a life of unbothered mediocrity. But all of that changed when he showed up. The day your life changed, forever.

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The day had started perfectly normal, not one that would have stuck out in your mind as anything special. You were up with the sun, the light creeping in through the blinds as you hurry into the adjoined refresher to wash up for the day. Even though it was early, you cherished the quiet moments in the castle before everyone started moving around. Yes, it’s true that you were left alone for the most part, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t hear everything going on throughout the day.

Sinking into the basin, you let the water wash over you, enjoying the warmth while it lasted. After you scrubbed yourself clean, you grab the bound book, dog-eared and battered, from the small side-table and find your place from where you left off yesterday.

You stay submerged as long as you can, lost in another world, until your skin prickles from the cold, toes puckered from the water.

Stepping out, you dress yourself in a plain tunic and trousers before heading back to your room. This time you grab another book, a heavy, leather-bound thing from the large table near your small, but efficient, fireplace. This one was borrowed, and you had to make sure you returned it this morning before it was missed. You weren’t forbidden from leaving your room, but you had learned a long time ago it was better to just stay out of sight when possible.

Tucking the book into your bag, you open your door, just enough to peek an eye outside. When the coast is clear, you sneak down the hallway, and into the library.

The large library is quiet, and you have no problem slipping the missing novel back onto the shelf, and picking out another from the opposite side of the room. It goes back into your bag, and then you’re off in search of some sustenance.

Winding your way down the stone steps, you make your way to the kitchen. The room is busy like usual, but there’s always a little cheese, meat, and bread tucked to the side for you. It’s been years since you attended a formal lunch, you always made excuses when you could, and no one ever requested your presence.

One of the cooks, an older man that you had always gotten along with, bumps you with his hip as you’re grabbing the small stash they saved for you. He gives you a conspiratorial wink, and shows you the cloth he has in his hand, containing half a dozen small sweet rolls. He sneaks them next to your other food, giving your shoulder a friendly pat as he moves past you.

You give him a smile and a genuine thanks, taking the cloth-wrapped bundle and tucking it into the pocket of your bag. One or two were for you, of course, you had a major sweet tooth, but the rest were for your brother, if you happened to see him today.

But you didn’t run into him, even though you took the long, winding path back to your room. Part of you wondered if they were keeping him busy on purpose, you had barely seen him lately. He did have lessons, but surely they’d give him a break sometime. You made a note to dedicate tomorrow to tracking him down.

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Back in your room, the rest of the afternoon had been spent on small hobbies, and then you decided to take a nice, long nap. There’s a low, droning sound as you doze, and your lids crack open as the sound registers in your sleepy brain.

It was the sound of a ship approaching the hangar. Ships in this area were unusual, most of the time they used the public landing pad a few miles down the road, past the south end of town. The one near the castle was private, for the royal family and guests, only. And you hadn’t heard anything about any guests.

You can see the ship touching down from your balcony door, it looked rough, still flying, but rough. Unlatching the lock, you creep outside to watch, the loud droning dying out as the ship touches down and turns off.

A ramp extends from the side, and a figure steps out, the sun glinting off some sort of armor they are wearing. It’s shiny, a chrome-like metal that you can see even from your current distance. They converse with one of the mechanics that approaches him, and after a few minutes as he points an arm towards town. The figure nods, and starts moving out of the hanger and towards that direction.

Achingly curious, you sneak back inside, latching the door behind you. You root around in the chest by your bed, throwing on a brown, threadbare cloak, pulling the hood up over your head.

Sneaking out should in theory be easy, there was hardly anyone in the back staircase, and it lets you out into the side of the garden. Luck seems to be on your side today, and you make it out and through the garden without incident.

By the time you make it down the long pathway to the city, the figure is quite a bit ahead of you. Fortunately for you, they stick out in the shiny metal, even the afternoon shadows creeping in can’t seem to touch it.

They are deep in the market district when you catch up, currently perusing a seemingly vacant stall, the shelves stacked with general goods. The stall is tucked towards the edge of the district, away from most of the foot traffic. The owner of the stall isn’t even visible, but you’re sure they’re behind the cloth canopy draping across the back half.

You stop short, using the shadows of a neighboring stall to watch as they work their way across the countertop, making small, neat stacks of rations and dried meats.

Their movements are subtle, hands ghosting over piles of items in search of whatever supply list they had in their head. You observe quietly for a while, and jump when you hear an almost-robotic sounding voice break the relative quiet.

“Can I help you?” Their tone is flat, the unexpected sound coming from the person in armor in front of you.

You twist your head, looking up and down the aisle to see who he’s talking to. The stall owner has still not stepped out, most likely conversing with their neighbor.

“You, girl. In the shadows.” He clarifies - you assume they’re male from the deep pitch of their voice.

Freezing, you watch as his head turns giving you a good look at his profile. He makes a sound, almost like a sigh, “I can see you. Come on out.”

Oh. He’s talking to you.

You step out of the shadows, walking slowly over towards the booth. He watches you quietly, waiting until you’re standing a few feet away.

You had read about Mandalorians a bit, in some of the older books in the library. There wasn’t a lot about them, from what you understood a lot of their history was passed down orally. But you had never thought you’d get to see one, much less meet one for that matter.

Suddenly aware of your manners, from years of etiquette shoved down your throat, you flush slightly at your own rudeness.

“I apologize,” your nose wrinkles, “It was rude of me to stare, I’ve just never seen a Mandalorian before.”

His head turns back to look at the stall, his voice quiet as he answers, “We do not come to the Mid Rim very often.”

It’s not an outright dismissal, so you tentatively take a step closer. You try to glance subtly at him, taking in what you can as he continues to browse.

He’s tall, a little more than a head taller than you with the armor, and broad-shouldered. His armor gleams, painstakingly polished, and his long cloak, tattered at the ends, catches the slight breeze in the air.

“What, uh,” You offer, when it becomes clear he’s not going to ask you anything. “What brings you to town?”

His hands pick up another small puck of rations, adding it to the stack in his hands. He seems to think about this for a moment, before replying, “Work.”

“Oh.” You hip leans against the edge of the stall, and you pivot to look at him, “Looking for work?”

He shakes his head as he clarifies, “I am here for my employer.”

You want to ask what he does, why he would be here. Your planet is small, and not nearly as technically-advanced as the most of the planets in the Middle and Inner Rim. The was a scattering of settlements across the land, this city being the biggest. But the entire population of the planet would be dwarfed in a city such as Coruscant, or so you’ve been told.

“You’re not a bandit, are you?” You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow, “Or a gangster?”

He probably wasn’t, but over the past few years, the overall crime had risen drastically. Small crime organizations had begun to set up small camps around the bigger-sized cities in the area, harassing the citizens for money in exchange for protection. You knew this because you had heard your Father talk about it, about the pressure of keeping the peace when cities were getting attacked at night.

His head swivels slowly to look at you, his annoyance almost palpable. You flash a smile, and he seems to realize you were teasing him, because he makes noise that sounds like a huff.

“No, I am not.”

“If you’re not a bandit, then what do you do?”

“Are you always so talkative?” His voice is short, and you pause.

“Well, no-” you hesitate, voice immediately apologetic. Your brow crinkles as you look at him, confidence rapidly waning, “I, uh- don’t get to talk that much, actually. Not really supposed to.”

His helmet fully turns to the side now, tilting down towards you. It’s unnerving, looking into the dark tint of a visor, not being able to see a face for context.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, “Not supposed to?”

You shrug, one shoulder lifting and then dropping casually. It would be stupid to tell this man who you are, and you already have been a little too open with this stranger.

A woman steps up to the stall, from a low pile of pillows in the back, saving you from answering. She is old and stooped, hair white with age and long, shining like starlight.

“Sorry dearie,” her voice is birdlike, eyes kind beneath wrinkles of wisdom. “I didn’t realize anyone was here.”

You smile at her, asking her a few questions about how her day was going, as the Mandalorian stacked his purchases in front of her. She tallies them up carefully, whispering figures under her breath as she does.

Before she can give a price, you are rooting around in your bag, pulling out a fistful of credits which you pass to her. You’re not sure how much his rations cost, but you figure you’re probably pretty close.

“They’re on me, for your patience.” Your head tilts as you eye the Mandalorian, your practiced tone almost hiding the embarrassment in your voice. Almost.

“No,” The woman’s hand closes around yours, trying to push some of the credits back, “No, it’s too much-”

“Please.” You turn towards her, smiling gracefully. “Please, for taking up so much of your time today.”

Her hand relaxes, drawing the stack quickly into her pouch. The woman’s eyes meet yours, shining in the afternoon light, “Thank you milady, your kindness won’t be forgotten.”

The Mandalorian is silent next to you, his hands the only thing that moves as he tucks the purchases into the bag slung across his chest. He moves then, giving the woman a short bow of his helmet as he steps out into the walkway again.

“Thank you.” He offers quietly.

He seems to hesitate for a moment, and you’re getting ready to just walk away when he asks, “My ship requires a few mechanical parts, can you point me towards a stall that carries that?”

It’s as close to an apology as you’re going to get, but you take it. You smile with a nod, gesturing with your hand for him to follow you.

--

You don’t learn much more about him as he browses another stall, just that he’s from the Outer Rim, he’s had his ship for a long time, and that he really is there for work, but won’t tell you what.

And that he’s only here until tomorrow, which for some reason makes your stomach twist in disappointment.

The two of you found a stall that had the things he wanted, old pre-empire engine parts for ships. He’s been making a small stack of wiring and mechanical pieces. You have no idea what any of it is, but you still try to help him look, plucking out wires and pieces in the shape he describes.

He finally seems done, a neat pile of parts gathered in front of him as the owner of the stall steps forward.

Before you can offer he’s shaking his head, “I got this, you can’t pay for everything.”

You shrug, hands dropping from your bag. He’s gathering his things and you’re just standing there, debating your next move.

He’s not grumpy, but he’s guarded. But he hasn’t chased you away or dismissed you yet, and although he seems to edit his answers, he does give them.

“Can I walk with you back to your ship?” You summon your courage to ask, “You’re at the northern hanger right?”

You phrase this as a guess - as if you didn’t know, as if you hadn’t been watching him land.

He’s clearly done with shopping, but you’re not ready to leave him yet. The only other person that talks to you regularly is your brother, and he’s been too busy to spend much time with you these past few days. Even his edited answers are a welcome break in your stir-crazy mind.

“Are you sure that’s a smart question?” He counters, but he pauses, turning to face you. “Isn’t it dangerous, walking that far out of the city this late?”

“No, the hangar is close to where I live. And aren’t Mandalorians supposed to be honorable?”

“Some are.” He allows.

“Are you?”

The two of you look at each other for a long moment, before he slowly nods his head.

You huff, “Then how can I be in danger if I’m walking with the most dangerous man in the city?”

He makes a noise, a low hum that almost sounds amused. But then he nods, a short jerk of his head, “Fine. Let’s go.”

You let him lead the way, weaving through the mostly-empty streets as the sun sets. The stalls are closing up, only the taverns and inns staying open at night. By now, your questions are used up, and you can’t think of anything else to ask.

He actually asked you a few questions as well while the two of you walked. If you really live near the hanger, what you were doing in town, but you answered just as vaguely as he did.

The walk, which usually seemed to take forever, seems to be done in just mere minutes. You follow him in, walking over to the large ship near the front.

You hadn’t been on a ship before, and your eyes swept over it greedily for a moment before you realize the Mandalorian was looking at you.

Well, this was it.

“It was nice meeting you, Mandalorian.” You smile, your hands twisting behind you back as you rock on your heels.

“You as well.” His head dips, just a fraction, “Hurry home now, little bird.”

Your heart pounds, eyes trying to soak up as much as you can before you’re turning, feet taking you back towards the pathway. You tell yourself not to look back, but before you step out of the hanger you risk one last glance.

He’s still standing there, gloved hand resting on the smooth side of his ship, body still as stone.

Your head snaps forward again, a flush staining your cheeks as you step back onto the worn dirt road. Looking straight ahead, you don’t look back again as you make your way towards the side of the castle.

When you get back to your room, you change into your sleeping clothes before sliding under the covers. Pulling your favorite book from the stack by your bed, you settle in to read the current chapter.

Despite your efforts, the words twist and blur in front of you, eyes unfocusing as you think about the stranger, the Mandalorian, that was for some reason in your city.

The smooth baritone of his voice, his easy grace when moving. How dangerous he probably was, but how kind he had been to you. He was interesting, the most interesting person you had ever met, even though he had barely told you anything about him.

A long while had passed before you noticed you were looking at the top of the page, still stuck on the first line. Shaking your head, you force those other thoughts out of your mind.

You’re never going to see him again, anyways. Better not to dwell on it.

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