sorry I had to take a sip of water a year and a half ahem ah yes like I was saying rough day chapter 20 will be posted on Sunday March 12 2023 at 9pm est thank you
Warnings: SMUT, somnophilia helloOooo everyone I am BAAACK, oral sex, face sitting, cockwarming, domestic kink idk if thatās even a thing but itās in here, mentions of death, canon typical violence, descriptions of hunting an animal, ends on a cliffhanger, this might actually be the longest most descriptive explicit smut Iāve ever written I was left alone for too long send help
A/N: ššš hiya yoditos missed yall like hell, thanks for sticking with me in my 100+ day long era of broodiness I swear to god Iām gonna fuckin finish this story if itās the last thing I do
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Even after all that excitement and adventure, if there was ever one single moment with Din youād want branded into your memory forever, itās this one.
Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Fem!Reader
Words: 11340 (I know I say this all the time but this really was supposed to be a short one-shot but it got away from me because I just loved this idea so so much. Sorry not sorry.)
Warning: Nothing but fluff. Some kissing that turns into a heated make-out session that turns into a cuddling session.
Inspired by this tiktok by the lovely ameliagonzales who was gracious enough to allow me to use her idea and write this.
A/N: It's been a while since I wrote something that's fluffy slightly angsty and dialogue-centered. I'm not going to lie, this took longer than usual because of the lovely anon that decided to tell me my characterization of Din is hella off and I realized I don't care if it is because it's my writing and I get to do whatever I want with it. Let me know how I'm doing in the comments and reblogs are always always appreciated. You can add yourself to the taglist here. This is not beta'd btw.
āNo silly this isnāt green, itās blue.ā The little girl put her toy away and brought out a new one, giggling at your faux pout as she shoves the new object in your hand and asks you what color you thought it was. You turn it around in your hands, trying your hardest to hide the hurt growing in your chest at not knowing what color it is. You think itās closer to the first toy she gave you but youāre not sure. Youāre never sure. You look at the girl and smile at her before setting the toy aside and wiggling your hands at her. She immediately stands up and screams as you run after her, laughing along with her giggles as you chase her around and watch as more kids join in and run away from you.
Youāre not sure how long youāre chasing the little ones and you hear some of them gasp and āooohā when your young friend runs into a solid figure. You stand up and watch as the girl tears up as she apologizes to the man she just ran into. Youāre immediately hugging her and assuring her that everything is okay, turning to the side and narrowing your eyes at the man that scared her half to death.
āShame on you Mando,ā you pretend to smack his shoulder three times and watch as the child in your arms sniffles between laughs when the Mandalorian tries to hide away from you.
āIām sorry little flower, I didnāt mean to scare you.ā You watch as the man reaches for a small bottle in his pocket and slowly hands it to the girl. āHere you go, a token of my apology.ā
āItās okay sweetheart, heās a nice man...even though he doesnāt look it.ā You wink at Boba Fett and giggle along with her when he sighs heavily and pushes the flask into her hand. She takes it and shakes it around, her eyes lighting up when the bottle shimmers at her ministrations and illuminates her hands.
āItās so pretty! How did you know orange is my favorite color?ā The girl slides down your arms and quickly hugs the hunter in front of you before running away and showing her friends. You look at her with longing in your eyes, wishing with all your heart that you saw the gift the same way she saw it.
āStill no color princess?ā Fett questions and you shrug your shoulders as you make your way towards Slave I and sit on the ramp.
āYup, same old same old. Who knows if Iāll ever see color.ā There is a hint of hurt in your tone but Fett says nothing as he approaches you and stands to the side. He pats your shoulder once as he takes his helmet off and softly wipes at the visor to clean it.
āDonāt give up, kid. Youāre still young...youāve got all the time in the galaxy and you travel everywhere. Youāll meet them when you least expect it.ā
āIn this line of work? Yeah, I donāt think so Fett. But at least one of us didnāt lose the positive attitude. If Iām being honest, I was hoping to see color before the next supply run. The chances that Iāll live to go to Pasaana during another Festival of the Ancestors are practically non-existent. I heard they wear so many variations of the same color...maker, it would have been nice to experience that.ā You pick up a rock and throw it away as you nervously ring your fingers and brush the conversation aside, not wanting to start the journey with a sour mood.
āWell, lucky for us, we have extra help on this run so it should be quicker. Maybe youāll see color before you go?ā Fett looks up and you follow his line of sight as another ship slowly lands just behind Slave I. You stand up and walk behind your old friend, looking back at the crates to ensure theyāre still there before you approach the landing ship.
āOh no, what poor soul did you manage to rope in this time?ā You eye the ship and swear there is something familiar about it but you pay it no mind as Fett puts his helmet back on.
āHey, I donāt always bend people to my will you know. He volunteered actually...he knows his way around the Narvath Sector and he might even tag along with us to the Forbidden Valley. So, be nice and donāt flirt with him.ā Fett warns and you throw your hands up in defeat, failing to hide your smile as you respond with feigned offense.
āIām not going to flirt with him.ā You raise an eyebrow when Fett snorts at your high-pitched voice as he makes his way to the landing ship, and mutters something beneath his breath. The ship powers down after a couple of moments and you take a deep breath when the doors to the docking ramp slide and a figure appears at the corner.
āThere he is...took you longer to land this time.ā Fett yells to the other Mandalorian, not noticing how you take a few steps back as the man walks down towards the two of you.
āOh well things just got a little more interesting now.ā You break the silence and cringe when the Mandalorian struts past your friend and takes out his blaster. You hold your hands up when he points the weapon at your head and you watch as Fett strides to the two of you and stands in between your body and his brotherās weapon.
āYou?ā The Mandalorian growls and he tries to step aside and Fett holds his chest and pushes him back.
āMe!ā You smile nervously and gulp when Fett turns around and looks at you. You swear you can almost see the look heās giving you but you say nothing and hope that he can handle this situation for you.
āOh.ā You would have laughed at Fettās response if there wasnāt a bounty hunter standing not five feet away from you and killing you a thousand different ways.
āYou two know each other?ā Fett breaks the silence and continues to stand between the two of you, knowing his friendās short temper and your dumb comments might escalate this situation.
āI wouldnāt say we know each other. Iād say we met very briefly on-ā You try to explain what happened the last time you saw the Mandalorian but he cuts you off. He pushes his blaster into its holster and you sigh heavily but keep your hands raised, afraid he'll change his mind any second and try to shoot you again.
āYou almost blew up my ship!ā The Mandalorian yells and you jump at his exclamation. His irritation seeps into your skin and you narrow your eyes at him as you walk around Fett and begin to nudge at the beskar armor with one finger. Your anger at his unfairness outgrows your fear of what he can do to you and you continue to push on his chest plate as you talk back at him and ignore Fettās whispers to let it go.
āI did no such thing. I merely tried to fix your shitty cooling radiator panels but you scared the fuck out of me when you came up behind me and suggested I switch the parts, hence why I dropped the cauterizer and burned through the wires. So technically, you almost blew up your ship.ā Youāre breathing heavily and youāre sure your nose is flaring from how annoyed you are by the man in front of you. A few seconds pass between the two of you and itās not until the Mandalorian tilts his head that you realize what youāve just said and done. You take your hands away and swallow the growing lump in your throat as you step back and apologize a few times before you walk to the crates.
The Mandalorian stands there in silence, never once looking away from you retreating form, even when Boba Fett comes and stands him.
Heās missed this, and more than he preferred to admit.
āLittle princess is fiery today.ā Fett comments and notices when his friend turns and stares at him through the visor. The Mandalorian says nothing as he walks away from Fett and follows you. Youāre in the middle of counting the supplies in the crates when you hear the crunching of footsteps approaching you. Thinking itās Fett thatās come to help you move the supplies, you roll up your sleeves and ask him to take the opposite side.
āIām sorry, I didnāt mean to yell at your brother. I was just annoyed because I was only trying to help and he scared me.ā When you look up and see that it was the Mandalorian and not your friend, you drop the crate and stare at him. He says nothing as he picks up his end of the large box and waits for you to mirror his actions before he begins to walk back to his ship. Neither of you say anything as you go back and forth until all the crates are on his ship. You walk out and stand next to Fett, waiting for his instructions to see whether you were going to go with him or with the new member of the crew.
āSo whatās the plan?ā You avoid the Mandalorian standing next to you and turn your body towards Fett, hoping that heād say that you were tagging along with him.
āYouāre going to go with him.ā You cease to breathe at his command and clench your fists when you recognize his tone. Heās not leaving room for negotiation.
āW-why?ā The Mandalorian walks back to his ship at your question and you pout when you realize that he may have misunderstood your inquiry. Not that it mattered whether or not he misunderstood...
āFennec...weāll meet you at Iktotchon.ā You look to the ground and shuffle your feet against the sand, turning back to him and nodding quietly as you follow behind the Mandalorian.
āAnd princess!ā Fett calls for you and you glance at him when you reach the top of the ramp.
āHmm?ā
āTry not to get into too much trouble.ā You look at him with annoyance and shake your head when you realize heās just teasing you. Standing at the large doors of the ship, you glimpse one last time at Mos Eisley before you make your way into the heart of the ship. A few moments later, the ship powers up and you watch as the barrier raises and locks just as light filters through the area. Youāre not sure what youāre supposed to do or where youāre allowed to go so you remain standing where you are. Not a minute later, you jump when a voice breaks the silence and booms through the ship.
āCome up to the cockpit.ā
You take a deep, calming breath as you set your things to the side and ascend the ladder to the cockpit. You come face to face with a door and youāre about to knock when it slides open and reveals the Mandalorian sitting in the pilot chair.
āSit down and buckle up.ā He says as he flicks on buttons across the board. He turns his head towards you to make sure that youāre buckled in before he raises the throttle levers and begins to take off. You hold back from saying something snarky as the turbulence gets worse, only shutting your eyes when it gets to be too much. Youāre not sure how long youāre sitting there with your hands clasping the leather of the chair but itās only when you hear the seat in front of you turning that you realize you were already in space.
You frown when you open your eyes and see the Mandalorian already looking at you, the tilt of his helmet letting you know that he was silently mocking you.
āWhat?ā You break the silence and watch as he rights himself before he turns around and pushes the auto-pilot button.
āYouāre a supply dealer who hates flying.ā Itās more of a question than a comment and you canāt help but narrow your eyes when he stands up and continues to stare at you.
āSo?ā
āNot a good quality of life.ā If youāre surprised by his response, you try not to show it as you stand up and face him defensively like before.
āSays the man who wears beskar armor every minute of the day.ā Itās a low blow and you know you have no right involving his religion. But youāre fed up with his passive aggressiveness and you want to make sure he knows that he canāt talk down to you.
The Mandalorian turns away and looks at the passing stars of the galaxy, softly whispering for you to follow him as he exits the cockpit. You want to apologize for what you said but you hold back instead, following him down the ladder and standing to the side when you see him moving things around.
āThis is my cot, and that right there is yours.ā He points to two doors across from each other at the end of the hallway and waits for your confirmation before he walks past them and shows you the refresher.
āHelp yourself to any of the rations. Weāll arrive at Iktotchon in four sleeping cycles so there should be enough food for the two of us until we get there.ā Youāre not sure what makes you reach for his wrist when he turns around to walk away. He stands still and looks down at the hand grasping his beskar before he looks at you.
āS-sorry...I- umm, are you coming to Pasaana?ā You ring your fingers nervously as you look at yourself in his visor, taking two steps back when he straightens up and looks down at your hands.
āYouāre going to the Festival of the Ancestors.ā
āYes. Well, itās me, Mando, and Fennec. So I was just wondering, you know, if there was...if you had anything lined up after this supply run. Because if not, you can tag along...it only happens every-ā
ā42 years. I know.ā He cuts you off and youāre not sure if his body-language seems more open or not but within a few seconds of chatting with him, heās suddenly relaxing and leaning back against the metal wall. Heās silent for longer than you prefer so you force a smile and rub the back of your neck awkwardly as you prepare to tell him to forget that you asked since he probably has more important matters to handle.
āOk.ā Itās a simple response yet you feel your skin heat up as he nods at you and walks to his quarters. He hesitates at the door for a moment before he pushes the button and steps into the privacy of his room.
You let out a deep breath and stand in your spot for a few minutes before you slip back to the docking space to bring your belongings to the room. The ship is surprisingly more quiet than others youāve been on and you remember what he told you about it the last time you saw him. A faint memory of how he defended the size of his ship makes you giggle. Then again, youāve heard from Peli about the piece of junk he had before this and knew that it was barely considered as machinery.
āMaker, how am I going to make it four days on this ship with him?ā You shake your head as you prepare to go to bed. The twin suns were just setting on Tatooine when you were leaving and you knew it was better to get as much sleep in as possible considering how quickly things sometimes escalated on these kinds of runs.
Surprisingly, things werenāt too bad when you left your sleeping cot the following day. The Mandalorian was already awake and cleaning his weapons. You bid him a quick good morning as you moved past him and looked for some snacks. He didnāt seem like he wanted to converse with you so you opted to stay in your room for the remainder of your waking hours. A voice in your head told you to keep the door open in case he did want to chat eventually but as you thought, he never once disturbed you.
The second day on the ship was perhaps slightly more eventful. Although he continued to pass his time in silence, he did manage to ask you to help him fix something in the cockpit. You were shocked he requested your services with ease and said nothing as he stood aside and watched you tinker away with the radar display screen. He thanked you twice when you finished and told you that heād let you know if he needed your help with anything else.
The third day, however, made you wish you could open the docking doors and throw yourself out in space. You hadnāt seen him all morning long and you thought it was probably because he wanted some privacy in the cockpit. By the middle of the day, you jumped out of your cot and grabbed some spare clothes as you headed to the refresher, wanting to shower once before you landed on the sand-filled planet the following. As you walked to the door and pushed the button, you were met with a heavy fog escaping the room. When the fog cleared, you dropped your clothes and slammed your hands on your eyes, immediately backing away from the room as the Mandalorian scrambled to wrap something around his waist. You werenāt sure how many times you apologized in the span of one minute but when you heard the familiar sound of a blaster turning on, you stood in silence and waited for him to say something.
āPfassk, do you have no kriffing regard for privacy?ā He growled through the vocoder and you shook your head to try and explain to him that you saw nothing but his back.
āI- maker, Iām so sorry. I swear on my life I didnāt see anything except your back. I didnāt know you were in there...I really didnāt or else I wouldn't have gone in.ā You sigh in relief when you hear him murmur to himself as he sets down the blaster and shuffles around in search of his clothes.
āWhat do you mean you didnāt know I was in there? The red light was on, which usually means someone is in the fucking refresher using it.ā Hearing him swear shouldnāt make you shiver and yet you do. When you notice that heās gone still, you assume itās safe to look at him again. Taking a deep breath, you turn around and lower your hands as you muster up the courage to try and explain to him why you couldnāt see the red light.
And boy was that a mistake. You regret removing your hands from your eyes as soon as you take a good look at him. Turns out, the beskar armor only made him look more intimidating. The man was large, made to be a hunter. He was broad-shouldered, muscular in all the right places and soft in others. You unintentionally frown when you see his bronze skin littered with scars of all shapes and sizes. Maker, the life he led was worse than you thought.
āI- uhh, I donāt...I couldnāt see it.ā You hated how much your voice broke when you tried to explain yourself. As much as you wanted to blame it on being afraid of him, you knew it was less about the danger he exuded and more about the fact that you could see more of his skin than you thought you ever would.
āExcuse me?ā
āI didnāt know it was red.ā You knew none of what you were saying was making sense but this wasnāt exactly a situation that you thought youād find yourself having to deal with, and with the Mandalorian of all people.
āAre you fucking with me?ā He was less hostile than earlier but his words were still spoken aggressively. You couldnāt blame him really, especially when you knew how strict his religion was.
āN-no. I- my species doesnāt see color until- well, it doesnāt matter. My species doesnāt see color. We just see grays. Iām sorry...I should have asked before if there was anything I needed to learn about the ship that required me seeing colors. It escaped me. Iāll try to pay more attention...I promise you I saw nothing.ā You take one last glance at the heaving, glistening body in front of you before you turn around and walk in your room. You shut the door behind you this time, knowing that he probably wanted some of his privacy back and that he would need to limit himself should you keep it open.
Itās not until a few hours later that you sit up when you hear a soft knock on your door. You stand up and push open the barrier, finding the Mandalorian standing in front of you with his helmet looking straight at your reluctant expression. You wait for him to say something and when he doesnāt, you raise your eyebrows and silently ask him if he needs anything.
āI didnāt know about your...I didnāt know. And I didnāt mean to scare you with the blaster either, itās a reflex to- umm.ā You nod at him and look down to see what heās holding in his hands. āYou left your clothes lying on the floor.ā He pushes the fabric towards you and averts his eyes when he sees your undergarments peaking through the shirt. You thank him as you set them down on your bag and look into his visor again.
āAd'ika?ā
āHmm?ā
āIām sorry.ā The whispered exclamation does little to calm your nerves and youāre not sure what to say to him so you nod and awkwardly smile into the shiny beskar helmet. The Mandalorian murmurs a quick āgood nightā before he makes his way to the cockpit, leaving you as confused as ever.
You donāt get an ounce of sleep that night, the image of him in nothing but a helmet and some flimsy pants making you wish he had shot you with his blaster instead. You refuse to admit the rising emotions youāre beginning to feel towards him, mostly because it didnāt matter whether or not he reciprocated them.
You still couldnāt see color.
He wasnāt your soulmate.
Youāre afraid to leave the room the next morning, not sure which version of the Mandalorian you were going to have to deal with. It turns out, there was nothing to worry about because not surprisingly, you got the quiet, slightly shy man chatting with you. He pretends nothing happened the previous day and you go along with it. Youāre just about to enter the atmosphere of Iktotchon when you receive a hologram from Fett telling the two of you of the sandstorm passing through the meeting point.
As you buckle into the seat behind the Mandalorian, he takes a moment to turn around and call for you.
āThereās going to be turbulence.ā
āI- I know.ā You barely hold back from furrowing your eyebrows at his comment but then he turns around to face you completely and you narrow your eyes at him with suspicion.
āIāve landed on worse planets.ā It takes you a few extra seconds to realize what heās attempting to do and you canāt help but laugh and break the moment. You quiet down when he turns around and begins to descend to the planet.
āAre you worried about little old me Mandalorian?ā You try to distract yourself from the sudden, harsh shaking of the ship but the teasing does little to calm your nerves when you realize that the sandstorm was as bad as Fett made it sound. You shut your eyes and try to picture the calm nights youāre so used to on Tatooine.
āYou know, you can just call me Mando.ā His voice breaks you out of your haze and you growl in response when you hear a few sounds go off above you.
āNo, I- I canāt call you that. I reserved it for the other guy already!ā
āYou mean the Mandalorian who already told you his name?ā He claps back and chuckles when you sigh in irritation at his question.
āFine okay youāre right. How about this? Can you land this fucking ship without killing the two of us Mando?ā Youāre screaming at the top of your lungs and grasp the belt around your torso harder when you donāt hear back from him.
āMando?ā
āYou mean the ship I already landed adāika?ā Your eyes shoot wide open and you look around frantically, only to see that most of the turbulence you experienced was due to the sand and gravel hitting the metal of the ship.
āOh...that was- not as bad as I thought it would be.ā
āAnything beats Maldo Kreis.ā Mando says as he stands there across from you and the slight tilt of his helmet at your confused expression makes you realize he may not have meant to say that out loud.
āWe need to go. The storm will only get worse if we wait until night.ā You nod in agreement and follow him out of the cockpit to the docking station. Mando instantly regrets lowering the docking ramp when he sees gravel quickly entering the ship. You run to your room to grab the helmet you brought with you and lock it in as you return to help him with the crates.
Itās a difficult few hours on the planet, and you grow more irritated when the Ikotchi threatens you with less supply exchanges. When his demeanor suddenly changes and he asks you to take the crates and leave, you thank him and quickly take the crates up the ramp with Fennec before he changes his mind. You never once notice both Mandalorians as they subtly push their blasters back into their holsters.
Youāre leaving Iktotchon later than you prefer, mostly because both bounty hunters find themselves in a heated argument that Fennec has to end not-so-gently. You donāt bother asking Mando what the issue was when you see him strutting into the cockpit, quickly strapping yourself in when he glances at you to make sure youāre safe.
Itās a rough take off for both his ship and Slave I, but you say nothing of it, knowing that he might not appreciate any light teasing at the moment. Once youāre out of the planetās atmosphere, Mando puts in the coordinates for Pasaana and sends a hologram to Fett, letting him know that you would be reaching the planet in less than a day.
You want to ask him if you could help in any way but you decide against it and leave him to his thoughts. You want nothing more than to take a long, hot shower to rid yourself of all the sand that managed to seep into your clothes. But then you notice the state of the docking area and before you can talk yourself out of it, you look around for anything that resembles a sweeper and clean as much of the floor as you can. Youāre thankful that Mando doesnāt leave the cockpit and when youāre done, you go back into your room to grab a change of clothes so you could use the refresher.
You think you hear Mando passing by your room but you say nothing and make your way to the refresher, halting in your steps when you look at the light and find it turned off.
Great.
āMando? Are you in there?ā Youāre not sure if he can hear you or not so you try to ask him again a little louder.
āMando!? Are you i-ā
āNo.ā You jump as soon as you hear him respond from behind you. Turning around, you clutch at your chest when you see him standing in front of his door without the beskar armor.
āI- uhh, t-thereās no light. And I wasnāt sure what that meant really.ā Youāre ringing your fingers again, and hope that he doesnāt notice just how nervous you are in his presence.
āWell I- I rewired the electrical circuits of the refresher so you know when itās occupied and when it isnāt. If the light is on, it means Iām in there, and if it isnāt, then itās free for use. No more colores.ā
You look at him as if he took off his helmet, trying to wrap your mind around the fact that he went out of his way to accommodate you when youāre only on his ship for another few days.
āThank you,ā is all you manage to say before you push the door and scramble in. Mando looks at the door for another few minutes before he remembers that he hasnāt eaten in a while. He cooks up a meal for two quickly and eats his share before you finish your shower. When he hears you walking out, he sits in his usual corner and brings out his weapons to polish them.
You smell food as soon as you walk out of the refresher and you throw your clothes on your cot before you make your way to the large space across the hallway. Youāre about to ask Mando about the food situation when you see a plate opposite of him on the table.
āItās yours.ā Mando breaks the silence as he wipes in between the crevasses of his blaster, nodding towards the space in front of him to let you know that you could join him,
āThank you Mando.ā
Neither of you say anything as you inhale your dinner and itās not until youāve washed your plates and set them aside that Mando decides to break the silence.
āCan I ask you something?ā
āS-sure.ā You think heās going to ask you what itās like to not see colors and to only see gradations of gray but his question catches you off guard.
āWhen can your species see color?ā If you were uncomfortable by his question, you did a good job hiding it from him. Mando watches as you push off the wall and return to sit in front of him, lazily pushing around the towel he was holding as you answer him.
āThis might sound stupid and Iām usually told that itās not real but Iāve seen those of my kind experience the second they could see color so I know itās not just a fable weāre told when weāre young. Basically, we see color when we meet our soulmates.ā Mandoās heart breaks when you throw him a forced smile, one heās seen a million times looking back at him in the mirror.
āYour soulmate?ā
āYup, the person Iām destined to be with. My other half. The one that will belong to me and I to him.ā Mando nods along with you as he stands up and hangs up his weapons one by one.
āI know what youāre thinking. Whatās someone like me going to do at the Festival of the Ancestors? Honestly, I think itāll be fun to attend it whether or not I can see the colors. Itās a rich culture so Iām sure Iāll enjoy it either way.ā
āI can always walk around with you and describe to you the colors, t-the patterns even. If...if you want.ā His suggestion throws you off guard and as earlier, you gape at him as you try to figure out what he was playing at. You think heās pulling your leg and will laugh at you at any moment, but when he doesnāt, you realize that heās being dead serious.
āThat would be nice Mando. I might not see the colors but I could always imagine what they look like next to each other.ā
And just like that, the conversation is over as quickly as it begins.
āGood night meshāla.ā Mando murmurs as he makes his way to his quarters, leaving you more hopeful than youāve felt in a long while.
Itās a weird thing to admit but for the first time in years, you donāt go to sleep wishing you could wake up and see colors. No. You doze off wondering what it would feel like to hold his hand and maybe, just maybe, kiss it. You think of how soft his untouched skin must feel like and how calloused his scarred muscles would look.
When you dream that night, you see faint images of his lips caressing yours and his firm arms bringing you into his embrace.
And you wake up with a lazy smile etched on your face because those dreams, those sweet, lovely memories your brain conjured up during the night, felt as good as seeing color.
You canāt look at him for the duration of the morning, constantly pretending that youāre doing something or other so he doesnāt think youāre avoiding him because the last thing you wanted was to make him think you didnāt want to talk to him. But you just canāt find it in yourself to look into his visor. Every time you so much as glance at the beskar helmet, you remember what your subconscious conjured up and you stutter out a response to whatever he says.
Not surprisingly, Mando notices the shift in your behavior and he waits until you finish fixing the cratesā locks, which were clearly not broken, before he approaches you.
āMeshāla.ā
āYes Mando?ā Youāre still not looking at him and Mando starts to genuinely believe that heās done something wrong. When you try to walk past him to place the tool back in your room, Mando reaches out and takes hold of your wrist before youāre out of reach. You look at his gloved hand wrapped around your skin before you meet his eyes past his visor and Mando holds his breath because for a moment, he thinks you can see straight through him.
āYouāre angry with me.ā
You never realize until this moment that Mando tends to ask most of his questions in the form of a statement and itās strange. Itās strange because it never occurred to you that heās the type to perhaps jump to conclusions when he canāt read the situation. Setting the tool box down, you stand up and fix your shirt as you muster up the courage to respond to him.
āIām not. Iām not angry with you. Iām- itās...difficult to explain.ā His hold loosens but heās standing in your space and you think itās because heās not totally convinced by your answer and wonāt let it go until you give him a proper explanation for the sudden change in your treatment.
āItās difficult to explain why youāre not angry with me.ā
There it goes again, that weird phrasing of his inner thoughts. You huff in irritation and Mando misunderstands your annoyed expression so he steps away and turns to look everywhere else but you.
āNo, Mando...maker- yes itās difficult to explain because youāre- no, not you. Itās not your fault itās mine. Iām just not used to- gods why is this so hard?ā Youāre visibly stressed and it must be a sight because Mando comes back to stand in front of you and he rests one hand on your shoulder, waiting until you turn to look at him before he tries to break the anxiety-inducing silence.
āYou donāt have to say anything if you donāt want to. I- I shouldnāt have offered to walk through the festival with you. I should have thought of how uncomfortable youād feel before I selfishly asked t-ā You perk up at his choice in words and youāre about to ask him what he meant by what he said but he doesnāt give you a chance. āPlease believe me when I tell you I only wanted to...I thought it might help.ā
āYou see, this is exactly why Iām avoiding you.ā Youāre not sure whoās more surprised by your little outburst but when his hold tightens around your shoulder, you think maybe itās him.
āSo you are avoiding me.ā
āYes okay? I am, Iām avoiding you because the last few days felt like a whiplash of emotions and I donāt know what Iām feeling right now. One minute youāre angry and quiet and itās as if Iām not in the same space as you, and the next thing I know, youāre rewiring your damn ship so I know how to use it and then offering to pretty much waste your time during one of the most beautiful festivals in the galaxy just to make sure Iām enjoying myself. And...and itās difficult because I feel myself falling but I donāt want to because Iām afraid...Iām afraid you wonāt be there to catch me...because you donāt have to. Because why would you when-ā
Youāre not sure how you got to this moment but all you know is that you'reā suddenly surrounded by Mando and the cold beskar armor and his natural musk and this unique woodsy scent and itās-
Itās breathtaking.
āCyarāika, I didnāt know...I didnāt know I was causing you this much distress. Itās difficult for me to- to speak my he- to speak at times. I wasnāt thinking of how Iām coming off and I was so busy trying to figure out my- my own feelings...that I didnāt stop and think of what you must be going through.ā His voice is low and you think perhaps that itās breaking with every word he whispers through the vocoder, so you do the only thing you think of at the moment. Reluctantly, you wrap as much of your arms around him as physically possible, hoping heād understand that you were listening to him and no longer trying to ignore him.
āMando-ā
āI- I volunteered for this supply run.ā Youāre not sure how this relates to this current affair but you sink further into his embrace, hoping that he wouldnāt shy away from explaining why heās bringing this up now.
āI know. Fett told me.ā
āDid he tell you why?ā Mando replies instantly and you furrow your eyebrows even though you know he canāt see you.
āN-no.ā
āI- I couldnāt stop thinking of you. Ever since the last time I saw you, Iāve been at war with myself, with what I was allowing to happen. I knew you werenāt to blame with the cauterizer but I couldnāt accept my heart letting you...maker, I can see why you said this is difficult.ā He chuckles nervously and you hold your breath in anticipation because he isnāt, he canāt be admitting what you think he is.
āW-whatāre you saying Mando?ā
āIām saying I need you cyarāika. Iām saying, Iāve been dreaming of you for the past 53 sleeping cycles. Iām saying, I canāt bear the thought of not seeing you after Pasaana.ā You donāt realize how long youāve been holding your breath until you exhale against him and Mando pulls away, keeping his helmet aimed to the floor as he continues. āAnd if- if you can give me a chance, Iād like to- Iād like to...well, Iām not exactly sure what you enjoy doing but Iād like to do it with you. You don't have to give me an answer now. I know Iām being selfish and I know that I- I donāt belong with you because you haven't seen color yet. But please, please consider this. Consider me.ā His voice is much more reserved, lower even, than before and you realize itās because he was probably considering not telling you up until now.
Your heart breaks at his last words because this was never something you thought youād have to deal with. But looking back at the last few days, no matter how confusing or strange they were, you canāt help but admit how alive youāve felt.
You know he doesnāt expect you to answer him right away and you know you should take some time to think over what heās asking of you.
So when you lay both of your hands on his chest and ask him to look at you, Mando thinks youāre going to reject him and you feel his muscles tense when you step closer to him.
āI do...I- I am considering this Mando, I have been for the past few nights if Iām being honest...itās actually part of the reason why I couldnāt look at you today. I woke up with this unusual thought, well, unusual to me. Itās been so long since I stopped thinking about seeing color and directed all of my attention to something, or rather, someone else.ā You smile up into the visor and slowly reach to rest your hand on the space between his helmet and his cowl. The mere touch of your skin shakes him to his core and Mando has to clench his fists so he doesnāt lose control over himself.
āToday was the first time I woke up not caring if I hadnāt seen color because- because being with you, and- and talking with you and staying on this ship with you felt like Iāve already seen color. I donāt know whatās going to happen when I do...if I do, but I know that Iād like to give this, us, a shot.ā
āYou...you do meshāla?ā He almost sounds like a young child asking his parents for permission to have something and when you nod at him, Mando canāt hold back anymore. He wraps his arms around you once more, and carries you off the ground, smiling to himself when he hears you giggling at his dramatic display of affection.
He pulls away and you think heās about to say something but a message comes through to the ship and Mando apologizes quickly before he ascends to the cockpit. You stay planted in your spot for what feels like hours before you hear Mando telling you that youāre nearing Pasaana. When you get to the cockpit and take your usual seat, Mando rises from his chair and approaches you, kneeling down at your feet to buckle your belt easier and ensure that youāre safe. Itās a small gesture but you know heās conveying a thousand emotions in that little tap to make sure that youāre buckled in properly and when you smile at him, he reaches over and pushes a stray hair behind your ears before he returns to his pilot chair.
You donāt feel the turbulence once, mostly because youāre too busy replaying the brief moment over and over again in your mind until youāre sure youāve committed it to memory.
Mando has to tap on your shoulder twice once he lands, and you nod in affirmation when he asks if you were feeling alright. The two of you make your way out of the ship just as Slave I lands. When you glance at Mando to ask him about the argument between him and Fett, you find him already staring at you. You smile at him and watch as he looks away apologetically. Maybe he really was as nervous as you.
āYouāre coming along then?ā Fett says to Mando as you make your way towards the desert and you pretend to focus on the dozens of kites flying in the air, unsure whether you were meant to be a part of this conversation or not.
Mando replies in Mandoāa and you look to Fennec to ask her something about the kites to try and ignore the two men who may or may not have been talking about you. Youāre about to ask Fennec about the colors of the flying toys when Mando steps in between the two of you and takes hold of your upper arm, pushing you ahead of the others so he could get a private moment with you.
āIs- are you okay?ā
āFine. Heās being difficult.ā His curt answer lets you know that he wasnāt going to reveal what that whole ordeal was about so you nod and try to fall in step with him. Youāre about to ask him about the colors of the kites when Mando leans over and whispers in your ears.
āThose two over there are red, like the color of the twin suns on Tatooine when theyāre just setting. And, that one over there, the large one flying higher than the rest, itās a dark blue...like the night sky.ā You try to not let the proximity of his body affect you but the more he tells you of the colors, the closer you want him to get to you.
āThat smaller one is light green, like many of the plants on Felucia.ā
āIāve never been to Felucia.ā You admit to him as you keep your gaze on the kites, trying to differentiate between the colors but barely noticing a difference between the grays.
āI can take you there.ā He offers with ease and you look into the visor and smile at him. āIād like that.ā
You can vaguely feel their eyes on you but you donāt bother to pay attention to them, wanting to spend as much time with Mando as you could. Once you reach the edge of the festival, you thank the Aki-Aki that approach you and wrap a necklace of flowers around you. You laugh when they reluctantly look at Mando and he sighs heavily at your death stare before he leans down and allows one of them to place a necklace around his cowl as well.
āHey Mando?ā
āHmm.ā
āDo the necklaces look the same?ā Mando turns around and sees Fett and Fennec look away from the two of you. He waits until they walk the opposite direction before he looks at you and takes hold of your necklace.
āYours have lighter colors...yellow, orange, white, pink and a few light greens here and there. Mine is darker. This is purple, and these are blue...and all of these are dark red and brown.ā He points to each of the flowers and tells you its color, never once noticing the way youāre looking at him and hanging onto every single word he says.
When you hear the sound of distant music playing, you take Mandoās hand and make your way through the crowd, telling him that you want to see what theyāre doing on the other side of the festival. Mando says nothing as you pull him through, only responding when you directly ask him about the color of the caravan fabrics and laughing when you joke about how he technically blends into the surroundings. And when you come across a large crate that you can vaguely see some designs on, Mando offers to make room for it on his ship so you can get it. Itās a long argument between the two of you but he wins in the end, telling you that he genuinely wanted to gift you something that you can remember him with and might enjoy some day. You almost cry at the unspoken implications of his words but when he shrugs his shoulders and hands over the credits, you quietly thank him and let the seller know that youāll be taking it before you leave.
Over the next few hours, Mando never leaves your side once, even when you tell him that he should enjoy his time as well. You notice how he changes the subject every time you ask him to explore by himself and giggle when he responds with an opinion on some of the color combinations. Itās quite comical to be in the presence of such an intimidating individual whoās complaining about how āthat blue doesnāt go too well with this red.ā
As youāre making your way through the different caravans, you notice a table displaying a dozen large cloaks. Turning to Mando, you see that heās busy asking one of the sellers if they have similar shirts but in darker colors. You walk to the table on the other side and look through the capes to try and differentiate between them. When you realize that itās of no use, you hold one up and call for him to ask if he should buy a new one.
āHey Mando, maybe you should get this instead of-ā
The question dies in your throat when Mando glances away from the vendor and holds your gaze. Your brain refuses to catch up with what your eyes are seeing for what feels like an eternity and your hand flies to your chest and clench it tightly as your heart skips a beat at the sight in front of you. It takes a few seconds for you to inhale deeply when you realize that you arenāt breathing and you feel your heart skip a beat when you watch Mando strut towards you. He drops what heās holding in his hands and takes a few strides in your way, not caring to hold back as he wraps one arm around your waist while the other rests on your neck and tilts your head so he could take a better look at you. You still canāt wrap your mind around what just happened and youāre not sure what heās saying until he lightly shakes you in his arms and raises his voice to grab your attention.
Maker, his voice was unlike anything youāve ever heard. It was hoarse yet calming, the kind of calming that one could only dream of feeling.
āMeshāla, whatās wrong? Are you okay?ā His voice shakes you to your core and your eyes shift down to his lips, tilting your head to the side when you follow the scruff peppering his handsome features and memorize the different colors of his hair. Gods, you couldnāt put a name to any of them but you knew you liked the combination of the light and dark outlining his sharp jaw.
āI- I donāt...maker. Youāre...youāre-ā Youāre unable to form a coherent thought and as you reach out to touch his cheeks, Mando clenches his jaw but doesnāt dare to move a muscle. He realizes that this is the first time you see him without his helmet and he finds himself praying that you find him, at the very least, okay to look at. His hold on you eases when he feels the palm of your hand caress the side of his face before you push his hair aside. Mando nuzzles into your touch and he shuts his eyes to commit this moment to memory. The last time someone was this gentle with him broke his heart, but he found himself longing for a similar feeling with you. Only if it was you.
āN-no...please. Look at me.ā Your whispered request drowns out the music of the festival and Mandoās eyes flutter open immediately. He looks down at you and canāt help but shift his focus to your parted lips as you try to speak again.
āMando? What...what color are your eyes?ā You hold your breath as Mandoās gaze softens when he meets your eyes again. He doesnāt know why youāre asking but he answers you anyway.
āBrown.ā His voice breaks but then youāre smiling up at him as you reach for his cheek with your other hand and rest it on his heated skin. Heās not sure what brought about any of this but he canāt care less, not when you were here, in his arms, touching him so gently and looking at him like he was the only one that mattered across the galaxy.
āHmm...theyāre a beautiful color.ā The admission sends a shiver down his spine and he doesnāt register the meaning behind your words until he sees your expression change to one of panicked shock.
Oh.
āYou can see color?ā Mando doesnāt intend to sound so accusative but his tone must have been harsh because you nod and snatch your hands away from him as if heās burned you. You donāt dare look anywhere else as the reality of the situation settles in your mind.
Itās him. Itās been him all along.
āI- I can see color.ā
Mando watches as you blink in confusion before you look to the side. You do a double-take when you see the vibrant colors of the festival and Mando steps away as you walk around him and approach a caravan hanging clothing of all color gradations. You ignore everything else as you softly trace the different colors and patterns on the garments before you walk over to the next little cart and stare at the vibrant jewelry. Thereās so much to take in and you forget for a moment where you are. When you look away and turn your eyes to the sky, you canāt help but smile at seeing the kites gliding through the air. You donāt know which one you want to focus on because theyāre all so pretty so you stand in there for a few moments to take it all in.
Itās not until you feel a presence next to you that you remember how you came to see this new world. When you begin to ring your fingers anxiously, Mando takes a step towards you and takes your hands in his palms.
āCyarāika, do you need anything?ā He doesnāt know what to say and your lungs refuse to expand when you finally look at him again.
You spent years conjuring up different scenarios in your head to try and anticipate what to expect when you finally meet your soulmate. But standing here, in front of Mando, in the middle of the Festival of the Ancestors, you realize that this compares to nothing.
āI- I donātā¦ā
āIf you want me to go-ā
āNo! N-no, please. Stay here with me. Stay here with...me.ā Y
ou tighten your hold around his hands to prevent him from leaving. Mando nods and turns back to the caravan he was standing by to grab his helmet. You say nothing as he carries it and looks at you, but your eyes must give you away because Mando throws you a quick smile as he keeps it on his side and leads you through the festival.
Neither of you discuss the new development but you donāt ignore it either. You continue to steal glances from each other every now and then, especially when Mando leans over and tells you about each of the colors. Except this time, he doesnāt tell you so you could imagine what they look like. He tells you so you could memorize what each pigment is and begin to recognize them on your own. Itās almost as if nothing changed with how often Mando describes to you the gradations and patterns, but you know that this was far from the truth. And with the way Mando breathes softly against your forehead when he leans down to talk to you, you sense that he knows this as well.
Heās much more forward with his touches now, perhaps even a little shameless too. Hours ago, he would apologize if he pushed you by accident or shifted closer to you. But now, he was walking with you with one hand on your lower back and he would stand longer behind you as you asked about a new color shade.
As the sun slowly sets across the sky, you turn to Mando and wait for him to finish his drink before you ask him about the others.
āDo you mind if we donāt tell the others just yet?ā You watch as Mandoās expression falls and you shake your head immediately so he doesnāt misunderstand the reason behind your request.
āNot because I donāt want them to know about us, I- maker, itās just that Iāve experienced so many changes in the span of a few days and I want to make sense of things without...without someone asking me too many questions about what Iām feeling. I want to let this sink in? And- and Iād like it if itās just you and me. Please.ā Mando is quiet for a while and you think that maybe it was the wrong thing to say to him.
āUs?ā
You canāt hold back your laughter at the soft question and you almost fall over from how hard youāre giggling at him.
āThatās what you took away from everything I just said?ā You sigh in relief when he mirrors you and chuckles in return.
āIām sorry cyarāika, I- of course. Whatever you need from me.ā Heās a man of few words but he somehow knows what to say to calm your nerves.
āThank you Mando.ā You say as you turn your attention back to the setting sun to watch the colors change across the sky.
āDin Djarin.ā He whispers to you after a long while, and you meet his eyes briefly, your furrowed eyebrows silently asking him what he was referring to.
āMy name is Din Djarin.ā His gaze is piercing and you find it much more intense now that you know for a fact that theyāre your favorite color. āSo you can start calling the other guy Mando again.ā Your heart skips a beat when you see dimples appear on his cheeks as he grins at his own joke, and nudges your shoulder so you could relax into him again. You say nothing and lean against his shoulder, resting your head on his beskar armor and enjoying the cold sensation against your heated skin.
Youāre not sure how long the two of you sit there in your bubble and watch the festival as it continues on for, but youāre interrupted when Fett approaches you and clears his throat to catch your attention.
āWeāre leaving.ā The Mandalorian says as he watches you closely. You think youāre being subtle studying his armor but Fett notices how you continue to look between him and Dinās and he tilts his head to the side as he turns to his friend and barely holds back from smirking at him.
Din nods and lets them know that you would be returning with him back to Mos Eisley. Fennec is about to ask why the two of you are acting differently when Fett shakes his head as he looks at you.
āUntil next time princess,ā Dinās posture straightens when he hears the nickname and narrows his eyes at the man trying to get a rise out of him.
āUsenye.ā You snap out of your haze when you hear Din growl at his brother and wave goodbye to him and Fennec as they walk away from you.
āIs everything okay between the two of you?ā
āYes sweet girl, donāt worry about it.ā You flush at the pet name and Din notices how you shiver at his touch when he raises your chin to take a better look at you. He slowly leans towards you, never once breaking eye contact as he grows closer to your lips. āIs- is this okay?ā He asks and refuses to move a muscle until you respond to him. Youāre already breathless and he has barely touched you but you muster up the courage to answer him.
āY-yes.ā
He smirks when your hoarse voice fans over his cheeks and as much as you wish for him to take whatever he wants, youāre thankful that heās being patient with you and ensuring that youāre comfortable.
āSweet girl,ā Din whispers as he finally captures your lips in a chaste kiss. Itās at this precise moment that the festivities begin to pick up but you donāt notice the fireworks filling the skies or the music growing louder. You shut your eyes and hold onto Dinās wrists as he moves against you and deepens the kiss. When you gasp at his ministrations, Dinās hold on your neck tightens and he pushes you back until you lay on the blanket he set down for you. You moan as he slips his tongue past your lips and swirls his tongue across yours. Fisting your hands into his cowl, you try to pull him closer but cry out in pain when the beskar armor digs into your hips.
āIām- Iām sorry meshāla. I didnāt mean to-ā
āNo no itās...itās just your armor. I promise, I- I liked this.ā You gulp nervously when you see an amused expression take over his handsome features.
āIs that so?ā You donāt have time to react to his question, squealing in surprise when he suddenly stands up and pulls you along with him.
āWhat- where are we going?ā You ask him as he pulls you through the multitude of visitors and Aki-Aki. He stops abruptly and speaks to one of the natives before he pushes you into the caravan standing behind him.
āDin, we canāt just-ā
āI asked for his permission. Donāt you know, all of these are for visitors who want to stay the night.ā Youāre about to ask him why youāre staying the night out here instead of his ship but you canāt seem to form the question because you see Din taking his armor off.
Itās mesmerizing watching him take each beskar piece apart but when heās down to just his clothes, it occurs to you that this night might be going somewhere else. Your nervousness must show on your face because Din walks towards you slowly and takes your hands in his. He kisses your wrists before leans over and rests his forehead against yours.
āDonāt worry cyarāika, Iām not⦠I wonāt- weāre not here to do anything other than talk. I didnāt feel comfortable taking my beskar off out there so-ā
āI trust you Din.ā You interrupt his word-vomit and lead him to one of the corners of the tent so you could lay down next to each other. When you rest your head on the pillow and finally look up, youāre met with a small opening in the ceiling of the caravan that gives you a perfect view of the blue night sky lighting up with fireworks.
When Din finally seats himself next to you, you whine in irritation and pull him down until heās on his back next to you. Din never once lets go of your hand and he occasionally raises the palm of your hand to his lips to kiss across the skin.
āCan I ask you something?ā You donāt look away from the fireworks when you speak, not wanting to miss seeing any of the vibrant shades of reds and yellows as they broke through the clouds.
āAnything sweet girl.ā
āWhy did you take off your helmet? I thought your Creed prevented you from showing your face.ā You hope the question isnāt too insensitive or private, and when Din takes longer than you like to respond, you finally turn to him to apologize. But Din cuts you off before you can even say anything, keeping his focus on your wrist to distract him long enough so he could respond.
āI had a son once, well, he wasnāt mine physically but, he was mine. He was a foundling by Creed and I was tasked with bringing him back to his kind. Itās a long story that I could tell you another time but...when I had to give him up, I couldnāt bear the thought of him never seeing me without the helmet. I needed him to see me, to know what I willingly gave up and what I had to do to ensure his safety. Iād taken off my helmet once before and even thought it was my choice, I didnāt want to. But in that moment, before I watched him go, I decided that he was more important than my Creed. He was...he was everything to me. And it took a long time to realize that personal connections and relationships werenāt a weakness, they were a strength. My strength.ā Youāre not sure when you turned to your side and nuzzled into his embrace. But you couldnāt focus on anything else but him and the way his eyes twinkled in sadness when he mentioned his kid. It was a shocking admission and you never once thought of him in such a role but looking back at the last few days, you didnāt find it impossible. He was kind, quiet, sweet, adn patient.
āI keep my helmet on almost all the time but I only take it off around people I trust. Iām telling you this because- because I trust you. I trust you cyarāika. I took it off earlier today because I wanted you to see me...and also because I was trying to pick out a gift for you. I figured if I didnāt preface it with anything that it would be less dramatic but- little did I know.ā The indirect mention of the not-so-little change you experienced earlier today makes you smile.
āIf I knew you needed to look into my eyes for you to see color, I would have taken off the helmet the first time I saw you.ā He trails his nose across your cheek before he kisses your eyes and your forehead, smiling down at you when he sees how relaxed you feel in his arms.
āIt wouldnāt have mattered.ā Your response surprises him and he pulls away and looks at you quizzically.
āI- I saw you before my eyes saw you, Din. My heart chose you before my soul did. I...I think I knew when I saw you againā¦I think a part of me knew that you were it for me and that it didnāt matter if I didnāt see color with you because- because you were...youāre perfect.ā You feel a weight lift off of your chest when you finally confess to him what youāve been feeling for the past few days and you shift impossibly closer to him to let him know that you were telling the truth.
āIām not perfect meshāla.ā His laugh is self-deprecating and he only stops when he feels your hand slip around his back and hold onto his shirt like your life depended on it.
āYou are to me.ā Itās perhaps too forward for him and Din doesnāt know how to react or respond to your confession so he nods at you and nuzzles into your neck to avoid any more of your intense emotions.
āYou havenāt told me yet what your favorite color is.ā He tries to change the topic, not expecting your response to shoot through his chest and into his heart like a blaster.
āBrown obviously.ā You answer instantly and without hesitation.
āWhy āobviouslyā?ā
āWell, itās-itās your eye-color Din. What other color could be my favorite?ā
His heart ceases to beat at your adamant reply and he pulls away again to look into your eyes to see if you were teasing him. Instead, he finds something swimming in your eyes that would have terrified his soul had he met you years ago.
āNer karāta,ā Din moans into your ear as he rests up on his elbow before molding his lips with yours again. You don't know what any of the Mandoāa means but you have a pretty good idea of what heās trying to convey in that moment and you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him closer to you. When he lays back down and pulls you into his side, you canāt help but take one last look at the night sky, finding the stars shimmering behind the multitude of fireworks. You watch the different colors blend with each other, and you almost cry when you see the yellows and greens and blues mixing so beautifully together to create new gradients across the galaxy.
But none of them compared to the color of Dinās eyes. And you go to sleep dreaming of the moment those kind, dark, brown orbs captured your soul and whispered affections into your heart.
Translations
Meshāla - beautiful
Cyarāika - beloved/darling
Adāika - little one
Usenye - go away
Ner karāta - my heart
Warnings: Gun kink, as in getting fucked by a gun and then licking/sucking said gun. Oral sex (brief female receiving, mostly male receiving). Penetrative sex. Squirting. Breeding kink. Slight exhibitionism kink. Lots of dirty talk. Fluid exchanging kink? Minor mention of blood during sex. I think that all about sums it up.
Summary: What started out as a small fantasy quickly became an obsession and you donāt realize how often you think of Javier and his gun until you get shot in the shoulder. Javier is beyond angry at your carelessness and barely holds back from giving you a piece of his mind. Itās not until he drives you home and follows you into your apartment that he realizes his hunch was right all along and that you were far from the quiet, innocent woman you let everyone think you are.
A/N: I wish I was sorry for writing this but I am not. This was born out of a sick and twisted part of my brain that has been dreaming of one DEA Agent for days now. I hope the Spanish is correct, if itās not, someone please message me and correct me. Please proceed with caution and donāt read unless you know for sure you will not be triggered (no pun intended). You guys have @pastel-0-princessā to blame/thank for this because she is shameless and shared her inner musings with me, and @purple-mangoā because her Narcos fic, Mollify, has made me so sexually frustrated. And finally, @romanosgirl1978ā I am so sorry please donāt die after reading this and enjoy. Also, I would like to thank my gun anon for this lovely message that inspired a couple of paragraphs in this fic, you the real MVP.
Bucky had decided that it would be a good way to spend a free weekend with marathon sex, but he did not mention that heād be forcing one orgasm after the other out of you. Emptied water bottles on the ground, empty plates were on the bedside drawers, Bucky continued to rock into you. There was no sound other than your loud moans, sometimes screams, and the rhythmic sound of headboard hitting the wall: thump, thump, thump.
Me as a writer: I feel like Iām repeating myself, Iāve already used that theme, Iāve already written that kink, that other character uses that speech pattern so this one in another fandom canāt, I feel like Iām writing predictable things, is this different enough from that other thing I wrote, are people filling out bingo cards by my work? :sobbing:
Me as a reader: oh hell yeah this hit the spot exactly, I hope this writer has written 20 more just like it
In honor of my broken laptop and not being able to fucking finish the series. Until further notice this will stand in place of the Lips of an Angel ending...... thank you.