Warnings: Smut! MDNI 18+. Unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, some spanking, swearing, soft Richie 😭 flashbacks are in block italic! Not proofread!
A.N: I need more Richie fics in my lifeeeeee.
Please let me know what else you guys would like! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨
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“The prodigal daughter returns!”
The second you stepped into your childhood home again with luggage in hand you were engulfed in a hug from Mikey. “Hey, Mikey bear!” You returned the hug, shrieking slightly when he lifted you from the ground. “Down! Down Michael!” You warned as he laughed into your ear.
“Alright Baby bear,” you rolled your eyes at one of the nicknames you had gained over the years, ‘baby’ had stuck the most since you were just that in the family. “How’s Copenhagen Carm?” He asked taking your luggage and placing it to the side as he closed the door.
You sent him a small smile “He’s doing well, amazing actually. Really letting it rip in the restaurant. Just a shame he’s so far away.” You sighed “I was just lucky I was out there for a client meeting that I got to catch up with him. He misses everyone.” You peered around the entrance of the house and then noticed the lack of chaos and the unusual quietness. “Where’s mom?”
“Away for the weekend with Lee, thank Christ.” He mumbled while placing his palms together in silent praise. “You can crash here tonight if you want in the guest room? We can get takeout?” He said with a wiggling brow and you smiled. “Promise I’ll try to make it feel like old times.”
You laughed “Old times would include your shitty video games on that old static Tv.” He smirked shaking his head, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he lead you through to the kitchen.
You and Mikey had the biggest age gap but were the closest of all your siblings.
Through all the trauma and all the hardships, you were always there to support each other through it all. When you got accepted into college to study law, he was the first person you called. When he got the restaurant, you were his first customer. When you graduated, he was the first person to stand up and holler as you walked across the stage to collect your diploma. When you got your first job at a prestigious firm in the city, you practically ran to the restaurant in heels to tell him first.
“Deep dish?” He said with a wide smile, you nodded while taking off your shoes by the door. “Alright!” He clapped his hands together as he entered into the kitchen.
You followed him, toying with the idea whether to share Carmy’s news with him or not. However you decided to keep it to yourself for now. “How’s things been about here anyway?” You asked, just as he passed you a beer.
He shrugged shoulder “Same old, same old.” Mikey scoured for a menu for the pizza place.
You looked at him with an unintentional pointed gaze. “How have you been?”
He almost hesitated for a moment before swiftly recovering. “I’m good.” He glanced up to you before sending you the same glare in return. “I’m okay, Y/N. Don’t worry.”
“I do.” You replied. “I worry all the time.”
“Well don’t,” he said “I’d tell you if I needed anything.” You nodded with a sigh, the pair of you could be stubborn all night over the topic so it was best to leave it there.
He ordered the pizza and you ate it over a movie, catching up between slow scenes.
That was until the door opened and then practically slammed shut again. “Hey cousin! Only me!” A voice hollering made you flinch a little, you looked over to Mikey with a raised brow. “Shit that smells good, what is that? Pizza?”
Your brother smirked shaking his head “Guess we have company.”
“Oh oh oh! Look who it isn’t!” Richie grinned and ruffled your hair playfully, causing you to groan in annoyance. “How are ya doin, baby bear? How’s Carm?” He asked, grabbing one of the last remaining slices of deep dish before tossing himself down beside you and getting comfortable.
Mikey stood and went to grab him a drink. “I’m good, Carm is good. Copenhagen was good.”
He nodded with semi-pouted lips. “That’s good.” It almost sounded as if he was mocking you.
“How’s Tiff?” You asked and he blew a raspberry.
“Fuck if I know,” he said, his tone slightly shifting. “We’re done.” A pause. “For good this time.”
“Oh.” You murmured and decided to not divulge any further. You knew they had been on and off again for a number of months. “I’m sorry…?” Richie waved away your sympathetic uncertain condolences.
He settled further into the sofa as Mikey returned, the two men instantly engaging in conversation. “What about you?”
“Huh?” You said when Richie talked to you, not quite paying attention to their conversation, more focused on the movie than them. “What about me?”
Mikey almost groaned “Aw c’mon Richie! She’s got her big girl job, she doesn’t need this.”
Your brow furrowed “What are you talking about?” Your eyes jumping back and forth between your brother and his longest and dearest best friend. “Michael.” Your tone was a serious one when he looked down to his knees to avoid your gaze. He did that often, typically during moments he didn’t want confrontation with you or when he didn’t want to tell you something. It was almost as if the second the two of you locked eyes, everything would be known- which is why he looked away from you all together. “Fine. Richard. Tell me.”
Your eyes bored into his own, sending a chill down Richie’s spine, he almost felt compelled to spill his soul to you.
Until recently, he just about managed to bury the feelings he always felt for you. Growing up with you and your family over the years, he always had a connection with you.
But the continuous suppression kept him up at night these days. The pit of complex feelings he had try to bury over and over and over again over the years created a mound inside of him that he was now stuck on top of.
Now instead of growing up with you, part of him wanted to grow old with you.
“Richie…” your voice was slightly softer, along with your eyes. “Tell me.”
“Just some help with the restaurant,” he casually remarked. “Some legal advice or shit?”
You blinked “What?” You snorted “What you want my help for? Legal advice or shit? That’s too broad.”
Mikey held a hand out “No, no we don’t need your help,” you narrowed your eyes at him. “I didn’t mean for it to come out like that! I just- we’re fine for now and if I need something I’ll ask. I’ll promise you- I’ll ask.” He almost sounded as if he was telling the truth. You slowly nodded, turning your attention back to the tv, but noticing Mikey softly slap Richie’s arm out of the corner of your eye.
You sighed as you stood, wiggling your empty bottle. “You both want one?”
Richie nodded while Mikey shook his head standing up moments after you. “Not for me, I’m gonna get some sleep.” He pulled you into a hug and kissed your temple. “See you in the morning, baby bear.” You felt him give you a tight squeeze “Kick him out whenever the fuck you wanna,” he said in your ear and you tried to hold back a giggle.
As Michael went to bed, you returned to Richie and passed him a bottle. “What the fuck you watching anyway?”
“Some movie Mikey picked.” You took a swig “Think he only put it on because he finds the actress hot.” Richie lowly laughed, your eyes looked at his chest as it gently rose and then fell.
You pulled out your phone and muttered a curse under your breath when it fell to the rug. You put your beer on the table and bent down to try and reach it.
Richie was unsure what compelled him in those few milliseconds to do what he did- perhaps sheer nostalgia or dumbassery- that he grabbed the fistful of underwear when it peaked out from above your jeans like you all did when you were kids and gave you a wedgie.
You were on your feet in the blink of an eye. Just as fast as a shredded portion of your underwear was in Richie’s hand.
“What the fuck?!” You yelped in shock before placing your hand over your mouth, remembering your brother had went to bed. “What the fuck, Richie?! What are you playing at?” You quietly hissed at him. “They were fuckin’ twenty five dollars!”
He sat there, simultaneously frozen and on fire, with his hand still clutching around the black lacy material so tight it was turning his knuckles white. He swallowed hard. “I-I’m-”
“Don’t.” You warned cutting him off with one finger pointing at him while the other you used in trying to readjust what was left of your underwear, embarrassment flooding your veins along with a feeling of amazement that he managed to do that. “Don’t make this awkward.” You exhaled and placed your head in your hand.
“How much more fuckin’ awkward can it get?!” He yelped back. “Fuck me,” your head snapped to him and he went wide eyed “No, no, not like that!” He then realised he still had the fabric ripped from your body in his hands. “You wear a fuckin’ thong now?!”
“You’re making this awkward!” You tried to take it from him but his grip was still frighteningly tight. “I’m not a fucking baby anymore despite everyone still calling me one. Jesus!” You sat yourself down on the opposite chair.
He gently placed what was left of your underwear by the cushion beside him. “Now you’re making it awkward.” His voice was tight and that internal mound he was once standing on top of was starting to crumble and he was falling. Fast.
“How?!” You were now on the verge of combusting.
“Sitting over there!” He motioned, almost dramatically. “This is making it fucking awkward as hell with you over there.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “I thought it would be funny. Like when we were kids! But now, fuck, now…” he fidgeted in his spot on the sofa, trying to discreetly adjust himself, pulling on his pants to try and accommodate.
“Oh god! Seriously Richie?!” You were snapping at him now, trying to keep your voice as quiet and composed as possible. “A boner?!”
“C’mon dude! Give me a break!” He said. “I’m a guy that had a handful of lacy underwear in my hand! What do you expect to happen?!”
Your face twisted with mild disgust, your legs pressing together to relieve some of the tension starting to pool in you.
You didn’t realise how long the room had fell quiet for, despite the tv still being on.
“You gonna give me the cold shoulder now?” Richie finally broke the silence but not the tension. “Well I can do the same.” You looked over to him, expressionless but unimpressed. He sighed loudly. “Okay I can’t do that, can you just come over and sit beside me please?” He looked at you pleadingly. “Please?”
You slowly stood and sat down next to him, almost as far as you could on the sofa, grabbing your lace underwear and stuffing what was left of it into your pocket. “Twenty five fuckin’ dollars.” You mumbled before chuckling without any amusement in disbelief.
Richie quietly spoke up. “I’ll pay you back, but I gotta say that’s ridiculous to pay for something so thin you could spit through.”
“Maybe that was the point of them.”
Your comment was said so fast you didn’t have the chance to screen it before saying it.
“It’s awkward again.”
A nervous laugh left your lips at his words as you hid your face from him. “Shit, I can’t do this anymore...can’t keep kidding myself.” You murmured into your fingers.
“What are you talking about?” He asked then noticed as you peeled back your hands from your face your eyes traveled down from his own to his crotch that was still screaming out for relief. “O-oh…” he cleared his throat.
You looked at the man you knew all your life. Part of him wanting to spend the rest of your life with him.
Your mind went back to a conversation you had with Mikey on the doorstep of your home about a year ago while sharing a cigarette.
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“You’re the reason I came.” You said taking a deep inhale of smoke from the lit cigarette you had snatched from his lips. “You’re the only reason for anything.”
Michael chuckled, taking back the cigarette from you. “I’m sure Richie helps.”
His words hit you like a brick. You kept your feelings for Richie under wraps for many years and hid it well, but then again, Mikey knew you more than you knew yourself.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
He sent you a stern yet soft look.
He knew.
You knew he knew.
Because of course he knew.
“C’mon…not with me Y/N. Not with me.”
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“You gonna give me the cold shoulder again?” He asked “Because two can play at that game.” You smirked, being pulled from your trance by his voice. “But if you do, I can take your legs and wrap them around my shoulders to warm them back up again…”
Your head slowly turned to Richie, his suggestive tone still lingering in the air. “Is that so?”
His response was to spread his legs a little wider for you.
Your response was to kiss him.
Richie’s hands flew to your ass the second you pounced on him, he moaned over the feeling of your lips against his. A fantasy finally coming true for him. “Shit,” he practically whined “Shit! You feel like a dream.”
“I did dream about you,” you breathed out against his mouth, your hands cupping his face. “Dreamt about this with you.” You told him before locking your lips against his own.
He playfully slapped your ass and you gasped. “You want me to make your dreams come true?” He asked, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and softly tugging on it. “What was your dirtiest dream of me? Huh? Tell me.” He tightly squeezed your hips.
“Well, you’ve already done one thing that was in it…” you said before reaching your hand in and taking out the remnants of the lace thong. “Rip off my underwear.” You giggled as he frantically kissed you again.
“Bet you’re into some kinky fuckin’ shit. That’s hot. I always knew you were like that.” He practically growled as he sat up with you on him and pushed your back to the sofa, allowing him to lie on top with his hard-on pressing into your thigh.
“What makes you say that?” You asked as he rose up, propping himself on his elbow.
“Ever since that Halloween party when you dressed as that sexy kitten- fuck!” He groaned, biting into his fist as he reminisced. “Been thinking about that every day since.”
“Richie,” you softly laughed in disbelief. “That was almost four years ago.” He smirked and bent down to kiss your neck slowly. “You shoulda told me back then you liked it. Would have let you take it off me…” you confessed.
His kisses slowly came to a halt “Way back then? You felt like this back then?” His voice full of sweet surprise.
“Part of me has always felt different with you, all my life. But in the last couple of years, it’s like I’ve been set on fire by you.” You pressed a long kiss to his lips and decided to have a little fun with him. “And the only way I’ve been able to put out that fire is by touching myself thinking of you…” you took his hand and roamed it down your body until you reached the button of your jeans, making him physically shiver at the sensation.
“Aww fuck,” he groaned, his cock twitching against you. “Fucking hot as fuck. Keep talkin’ what else?” His lips were on yours again as his fingers frantically toyed with the button of your jeans.
“I would keep going and going, screaming your name wishing it was you…” you moaned feeling his fingers grab and pull away the last remains of your underwear. He brought the lace fabric to your faces with a proud smile. “A souvenir…” you took them from him and placed them in the pocket of his pants before you reached up and sunk your teeth into his bottom lip, causing him to loudly moan. You let out a soft snort and covered his mouth with your hand, he rolled his eyes in jest.
Richie began to stroke your cheek gingerly with the back of his hand as you pulled yours away from his lips. “Tell me what you want me to do, sweetheart. What else have you dreamed about doing with me?” You shakily inhaled and Richie watched your neck as you gulped. “Don’t be nervous. You know I’ll take real good care of you. It’s me.” He placed a soft kisses against your mouth and gingerly over your nose. “It’s me.”
“You touch me. Everywhere.” You told him with a shuddering voice. “Not one part of me doesn’t know your touch…”
He hummed as his hand slowly started to move from caressing your cheek to your arm. You lay there with your eyes fluttering shut as he explored every inch of you with his large hands. They landed on your breasts and you opened your eyes again as he gently squeezed them. You took the liberty of removing your top for him and he softly gasped seeing the bra to match, his lips curving into a sultry smirk as his hands instantly flew to the fabric to caress them. “Touch you like this? You like this sweetheart?” He asked while playing with your nipples through the fabric, you hummed and nodded, he tutted. “Use your words. Tell me.”
“Yes! Richie yes! I love it.” You moaned as you sunk further into the sofa.
“You like it when I play with you?” His tone was a taunting one, a surge of power ran through his veins seeing you melt away under him. “Where else do I play with you? Huh?” He asked as you squirmed from his touch, one hand remained playing with your breasts as the other traveled towards the button of your jeans again. His hand gently grazed across your clothed core “Do I touch you here…?” He asked in a voice so low it was practically a growl feeling your heat kiss the palm of his hand already. You nodded, a whisper of a moan leaving your mouth as he lowly chucked. “You want me to touch you here?”
“Yes! Please!” You pathetically clawed at his arm and he smirked, undoing your button and pulling down your zip slowly.
He gently ran his fingers over your core before slinking them deep into your pussy, you shuddered as you let out a strained moan, your head falling back and your eyes squeezing shut. “Holy sweet fuckin’ shit.” He groaned as he gingerly moved his fingers across your folds. “You’re soaking sweetheart, this for me?”
“All for you Richie,” you moaned and bit down on your finger to stop yourself moaning too loud as he slid a finger inside of you. Soft curses left his lips like a prayer as he fingered you. “We gotta be quiet, he’s upstairs.”
“He’d kill us both if he found us like this,” he nervously chuckled before deciding to slip a second finger inside you, causing a groan to fill the space. “Shhh, sweetheart. We gotta be quiet. As hot as it is to almost get caught with you like this.” You tightly rolled your lips together and hummed as he continued, slowly increasing his pace. “Can’t wait until I’m inside this hot fuckin’ tight pussy and make it my own.”
“Well what are you waiting for?!” Your words were desperate, the neediness radiating from you warmed his entire body. He played it off a lot cooler, but in reality he felt the same. He moved his hand from you to his lips, gazing at you as he tasted you right in front of your eyes.
“Shit, you’re delicious,” he said standing up and pulling you with him. “Bedroom?” You nodded and picked up the clothes sprawled over the sofa before he dragged you towards the room, the pair of you quietly giggling like back when you were teenagers sneaking off to smoke at the end of the block. He pulled you into the room and practically threw you onto the bed as he shed off his clothes and you did the same. He paused as he was pulling down his pants seeing you in front of him, almost shy as your limbs covered parts of your body. “Sweetheart, I’ve seen you throw up over Carm, I’ve seen you cry so hard at Marley and Me you had a semi-permanent snot bubble, I’ve seen how beautiful you glow in the sunset, I’ve just caught a glimpse of how fucking unreal you looked with my fingers deep inside your pussy downstairs…don’t be shy, it’s me.”
“I’m just…nervous,” you admitted with a small, bashful smile. “What if-”
“Nuh uh uh,” he wiggled a finger at you, half naked in the middle of the room. “None of this bullshit. No what ifs, no buts. This-” he pointed between you both. “This is us. I think you are and always have been the most beautiful fuckin’ girl on the planet,” you felt your eyes well up with tears at his words “And I’ve waited all my life for this. For you.” He slowly walked forward towards you and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “And I’d do it again if I had to- but I wouldn’t wait as long.” He took the leap of faith and whipped off his pants and boxers, you couldn’t help but gawk at him, especially the way his cock was practically twitching for you. “Here I am, all my goddamn glory.” He extended his arms and motioned to himself.
“Goddamn indeed…” you said with a smile and pulled back your limbs to reveal yourself to him.
He hooted and hollered so loud you had to shush him, your bashful giggles made his heart flutter. “Sorry sweetheart it’s only because I have won the fuckin’ jackpot here!” He said closing the distance between you both again. You lay back as he climbed on top of you. “So,” he began as he started to touch your throbbing core again. “What else in these dreams of yours?”
“Just us, hot, messy, sometimes sweet, but they all end the same.” You panted out as he continued, your body writhing under his.
“How do they end?” He asked.
You met his line of vision as you replied. “You cum inside me.”
Richie chuckled almost darkly “Ohh now you’re talkin’.” He moved his hand and guided his cock to your pussy. “Can I?” You nodded with a wide smile as you spread your legs a little to accommodate him. “Wanna be sweet with you tonight…make our first time together special,” he placed a soft kiss to your lips. “But I’ll still make your dream come true…” he teased with a smirk and you softly giggled before gasping and gripping onto his shoulders as he slipped inside you.
“O-oh holy sweet mother of fuck!” You yelped feeling him stretch you out.
Richie moaned into your shoulder. “Fu-fuck! You’re so fuckin’ tight!” He groaned as his cock was perfectly squeezed by your pussy. “I’m surprised I’ve lasted this long inside you and it’s only been five seconds!” He inhaled a sharp breath between his teeth as he finally found the strength to move his hips.
Your head sunk deeper into the bed, giving Richie the chance to kiss your jaw that was now extended towards the sky. You caught glimpses of his gaze as he fucked you, your eyes latching onto each others before one of you squeezed them shut feeling a bolt of pleasure run though you. He continued to thrust himself in and out of you almost desperately, with want, with a need.
“S-shit Richie…a-ahh yes! Just like that!” You panted and gripped onto his shoulder before frantically kissing him again as he kept his pace. You pulled back a little, giving you both the chance to share a lingering look with one another, watching every twinge of pleasure appear on his face, how he tried to speak but the words could barely leave his mouth.
“Yo-you really want me to make that dream come true, sweetheart?” His eyes saying more than he could. Asking you if you were sure. If you really wanted this. If you really wanted him.
You nodded, grinding your hips into his. “Yes! God! Fuck! Yes Richie I want it!” You gritted out as the bubble of pleasure building inside you threatened to burst. “I want all of you!”
“You got all of me, baby,” he groaned as he caressed every inch of exposed skin before suddenly wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and holding you close to him, eyes burning into your own as he watch you slowly become undone by him. “So…so fucking beautiful, Y/N…” he breathily confessed before your lips curved into a smile before meeting with his again.
You moaned into his mouth as Richie kissed you through your orgasm as your limbs seized with sheer pleasure as he still held your body tight and close to his. He almost drew another from you as he succumb to his own, trying to muffle the loud sounds leaving your throats as he made your dream a reality, the moment now spilling out down your thighs.
His pace slowed as he let out a deep exhale mixed with pleasure and relief over your face. “Jesus, never mind your dreams coming true I think all of mine fuckin’ did!” He had to gently cup his hand over your mouth as a soft laugh escaped your mouth at his words. He eventually pulled it away when it fizzled in your throat and kissed you again as he pulled himself from you with a strained groan. “Shit…” he lay beside you and held you close. “Y-you’re perfect. Everything about that. Everything about you. Perfect.”
You lazily drew patterns on his chest, toying with his chain with your nail. “I don’t want us to be different.” You softly admitted looking at the gold around his neck, too afraid to look into his eyes and face reality. “I’m scared it’s going be different…”
“Hey,” he placed his finger under your chin and raised your head, forcing you to look at him. “It won’t be. It’s just gonna to be more intimate…hopefully a lot more intimate because I’d really love a lot more of that with you.” He coyly smiled and placed a kiss to your nose. “Don’t doubt this. Don’t doubt us.” He became serious as he pointed to his heart and then your own, gently placing his palm over it and feeling it thump against his skin. “I’ve never doubted that it’s been you. Always you.”
A bashful smile graced your face, your limbs intertwined as you both fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning you had woke up in near enough the same positions. “Good morning…” you groggily said, smiling as you kissed his cheek.
“Good morning indeed…” he near enough purred as he pulled you on top of him, lips locking together. You playfully took his bottom lip between your teeth and slowly pulled on it. A low rumble left his chest “You kinky fuckin’ little shit,” he smirked and tightly wrapped his arms around your waist. “You wanna have another round on Richie?” You couldn’t help but bashfully giggle as he proudly pointed to himself. “On this ride,” he sat up and pulled you towards his hips by your thighs causing you to gasp. “You don’t have to keep your hands inside the vehicle…” he purred and you couldn’t help but excitably kiss him.
That was until shouting and a knock from the other side of the door made you both freeze. “Hey baby bear! I’ll make you breakfast- pancakes or waffles?” You covered Richie’s mouth with your hand as you talked to Mikey, afraid that he would somehow hear his soft breathing.
“Uh waffles! Thanks Mikey!” You hollered back and swallowed hard looking down at the naked man in your bed- once a vision that you wished for almost each night. “I can’t not tell him.” You told Richie who shut his eyes and nodded. He knew. God, he couldn’t keep it from him either.
You both threw on clothes between capturing long kisses before walking downstairs hand in hand, your grip on Richie’s becoming tighter with each step closer to a whistling Mikey who had heard you walk into the kitchen before he saw you, his back to the door.
“Won’t be too much longer for you. How’d you sleep? Hope Richie didn’t stay too late, what time did you kick him out at?” He asked, engrossed with the waffle iron.
“I didn’t…” you replied.
Mikey stood a little straighter before slowly turning around. His eyes landing to your held hands first before moving to look you both in the eye with a stoic expression. It was the longest you had ever heard the house fall into silence.
“I see.” He started to nod and then a smile appeared. “About fuckin’ time for the two of you.” He chortled. “Richie, waffles?” Mikey asked turning back to the machine. You and Richie shared a look of relief and mild surprise.
“You ain’t mad?” He asked his best and longest friend.
He snorted shaking his head, taking out the freshly made waffle. “You kiddin’ me? Was waiting for this day since she left her fuckin’ diary out and I read it.” You let out a gasp at the admission and let go of Richie’s hand to throw the roll of paper towel that was nearby at your brother. “Hey! Come off it! He was down just as bad for you, Y/N!” Mikey said, defensively holding his arms out. “Knew this day was comin’ just didn’t know it’d take you two morons this long.”
You turned to Richie and sheepishly smiled, encouraging him further in the kitchen. He came up to you and placed a brief kiss on your temple, one that Mikey caught and smiled to himself at.
Richie placed his hands in his pockets as he slowly followed you to take a seat, his brows softly furrowed when his fingers came into contact with something tucked inside it.
Without thinking, he pulled out it out and you went wide eyed seeing the remnants of your lace underwear in his hand again. You swiftly reached across and grabbed it from his frozen hold before Mikey turned around. Richie sat beside you as a plate of waffles was placed down from him.
“Shit, I forgot about those,” you quietly told him. “You owe me.”
He smirked, shaking his head with flushed cheeks. “Well if you come to mine tonight, I’ll just rip them off ya again.”
Warnings: Smut! MDNI 18+. Unprotected sex, Oral (M rec), some dirty talk, swearing, not proofread!
A.N: Just a lil Mikey drabble for y’all to enjoy! Makes me want a grilled cheese real bad 👀🤣
Please let me know what else you guys would like! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨
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You rushed in out of the rain into the warmth of The Beef, fighting against a crowd of people who were doing the same.
The lunch rush was in full swing as your shoulders bumped against other hungry patrons, mumbling apologies being uttered between orders being shouted.
“Hey! There she is! The usual?” Richie snapped his fingers and pointed at you when he saw your head bob up between people.
You stuck a thumb up and Richie hollered out your order. “I’ll sit in the back, Richie!” You shouted back and fought your way through everyone, exhaling a deep sigh when you were free. You warmly smiled and greeted Neil who was frantically trying to beat the high score on one of the games.
You sat down in the back corner, your usual seat of choice whenever you had the chance to sit in and not eat your lunch back at your desk.
“Thought it was raining,” a voice captured your attention as you squeezed the ends of your wet hair. “I’m seeing nothin’ but sunshine in front of me.”
You bit down on the inside of your cheek to conceal your growing grin at the compliment. “Hi Michael…” you looked up to him as he placed your food in front of you, his whole body looming over you. “How’s things?”
“All the better for seeing you, sweetheart.” He smirked and sat down across from you, causing you to raise a brow before opening up your sandwich. That pet name he called you and only you set you alight each time he used it.
“Don’t you have a kitchen to run?” You asked, occupying yourself with your lunch in order to distract you from him.
He shrugged “I always got five minutes for my regular, best customer.” He leaned forward, lowering his voice as if he was about to spill secrets to you. “And the prettiest…”
You took a bite of your sandwich and froze before chewing on it along with his words. “Stop flirting with me.” You playfully warned. “I won’t tip you more.” He mock groaned and dramatically placed his head in his hands as you continued eating your lunch.
“Dammit, she saw my ulterior motive!” He joked and you chuckled.
“Can’t fool me, Berzatto.”
You’d been regularly going for lunch at the spot since you found it about a year ago, after the first few visits, Mikey instantly recognised you and remembered your usual order and often took the opportunity to have a moment with you whenever he could.
Since then you and him had sparked up a flirty friendship, never crossing the line that was always between the two of you, now it blatantly presented itself between you both on the table.
“Sweetheart, asking me to stop flirting with you is like asking me to stop breathing- simply can’t.” You laughed at that and it made him smile, a warmth spreading through his chest at the noise. It was true, but as much as he jested, he was now wanting more than the occasional flirt thrown between you both, more than the five minutes with you before he was called back to the kitchen, more than just the usual. He felt a sudden urge of confidence surge through his veins and opened his mouth, he always told himself that ‘today’s the day’ almost every day for the last year but today was the day he was going to finally ask you out. “Listen Y/N-”
“Yo Mikey! We need another set of hands man!”
You watched as his head fall when he was cut off, shaking it ever so slightly before sending you a sympathetic smile and telling you he’d be back. Your eyes lingered on him as he walked away, glancing back to you once more that almost made your heart combust. His words in that moment never to be truly known.
You paced yourself eating, waiting for him to come back and sit across from you, flirt with each other more, watch how his nose scrunched when you made him smile…to hear him finish what he was going to tell you.
But time wasn’t on your side and you had to get back to the office. You let out a deep sigh and gathered up your things as well as your trash and disposed of it. “See ya, Y/N!” Neil just about managed to speak to you before swearing and kicking the arcade game when he lost.
“Good to see you Fak,” you were about to walk out but stopped, turning back to him with a heart full of hope that he’d know. “Hey, I think Mikey was going to ask me something, would you know what?” You asked.
He looked up to you just as he placed another quarter in the machine. “Ah maybe the accounts since you’re literal a human calculator- he’s been needing someone to give him a hand.” He explained and you were deflating quicker than a pierced balloon.
“Oh…” the disappointment was seeping through into your bones, not that he noticed. You cleared your throat and attempted to compose yourself, forcing a smile and chirpier tone. “Well, I’ll be happy to help you guys out when I finish work tomorrow night, will he still be here at eight?”
“He never leaves!” Fak laughed and you figured as much.
You braced the rain again as you walked back to the office, the second you left, Mikey returned to the table to find it empty.
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When eight thirty rolled around you found yourself outside The Beef, unusually quiet in comparison to your lunchtime visits. There was a light on and you saw a shadow against the wall. You pulled up your bag that was slumping down from your shoulder to the crease of your elbow and walked in.
“Hello?” You called out.
A faint shuffling came from where the light was pouring from the door. “Fuckin’ assholes didn’t lock up,” you could hear the gruff in Mikey’s voice as he ranted and it made you smirk. “Sorry we’re shut- Y/N?” His annoyed expression changed into a surprised one then to a delighted one. “What are you doing here?”
“Well it seemed like you were gonna tell me something yesterday but didn’t have the chance to, so I asked Fak and he said you might have needed some help with your accounts?” You explained.
Mikey blinked. “Right…accounts because that’s what you do- you’re an accountant.” He nodded with a tight smile, rubbing his hand over his cheek before placing it on his hip. “And Fak had said that. Right.” He inhaled a sharp gasp of breath. “Course he fuckin’ said that…” he grumbled to himself before looking back at you again, waiting patiently on the spot and swallowed hard at how you the neon lights made you glow. “Uh, c’mon through to the office.”
You walked towards him and followed him through the back of house, enduring a whole new perspective of your favourite food spot- as well as enduring Mikey without anyone else.
He led you to the office and encouraged you in first, you made note of the slightly chaotic space, books and papers everywhere on the desk as well as the floor and the sofa against the wall. He pulled in another chair for you as you settled by his desk and he joined you, your knees bumping together as he sat down. A flurry of nervous apologies thrown your way from him.
“So why don’t we start with your stuff from this month?” You suggested and he nodded, trying to gather pieces of paper for you. You noticed a photo tucked between sheets. “Is that you?” You grinned and picked it up.
“Yeah me with Sugar and Carm,” he smiled, shaking his head at the photo of the three of them, his younger brother being squashed in the middle. “Jesus, we were so young…” his voice was soft as he reminisced. You recognised the others, from the photos and stories Mikey had shared before.
You watched for a moment his features softening in the yellow-tinged light coming from the small desk lap on the far side of the desk. “How old were you?” You asked, typing numbers into your calculator and scribbling down the figure.
“Nineteen,” he replied. “Nineteen and dumb.” He chuckled and you let out a soft snort under your breath.
“Hmm, bet you were a real heartbreaker,” you nonchalantly commented. “And I think you’re spending too much on provolone- this guy is ripping you off.”
Mikey didn’t hear anything about getting ripped off, his mind still focused on the fact you called him a heartbreaker.
“Why’d you say that?” He asked.
“Well because he’s either into extortion or he’s really into his cheese markups! My Uncle’s cousins are distributors, could ask them to get a better price for you-” you rambled on whilst you wrote before he cut you off.
“No, no, no,” he spun to face you fully and you looked to him with your eyebrows furrowing. “The heartbreaker comment.”
You toyed with your pen between your fingers as your pulse began to pick up speed. “W-well it’s obviously obvious isn’t it?” You breathlessly laughed, mouth suddenly becoming dry. “You’re handsome as hell.” You told him. “You were! Back then of course.” You quickly added and then mentally slapped yourself before turning back to the task at hand.
Mikey raised a brow as he leaned back in his chair with an amused look on his face. “But not now?”
“I never said that.” You added and swore under your breath writing the wrong number, harshly crossing it out- your mind was being meddled by the man beside you. “Shouldn’t you be trying not to get bankrupted by cheese with me?” He laughed loudly and slapped his hand off the desk before hunching over it to gather up more invoices and paper for you both to sift through.
“Just so you know, Sweetheart, I wouldn’t have broke your heart.”
You stopped writing as your breath caught in your throat, your head slowly turning to face him. “Well what would you have done?” You asked with a neutral expression appearing on your face, keeping your cards close to your chest.
He shrugged a shoulder as he pursed his bottom lip out, giving it a thought as if he hadn’t thought about it almost every day since meeting you. “Made you dinner.”
“What would you have made me?”
“Anything you wanted,” he softly confessed. “Anything in the world.” Your knee bumped against his again, the world suddenly shrinking and feeling like it was beside you in the office. “You want something now? You must be starving and I got a whole ass kitchen back there just waiting to make you anything you desire. Whatcha want?”
You bit down on your lip and leaned forward a little, Mikey gulping feeling your breath dance over his face. “Put your money where your provolone is- I want the best goddamn grilled cheese I’ll ever eat in my entire life.”
He laughed and leaned back. “Alright, alright. One best goddamn grilled cheese coming up.” He stood up and walked out his office. “You joining me to see how many dollars worth of cheese is going into this thing?” You were hot on his heels following him as he gathered what he would need.
Watching him work was like you got an exclusive viewing to watch the Sistine Chapel being painted by Michelangelo himself. The way his concentration would flip from the sandwich to you in an instant, how he smirked when he caught you watching his hands.
“What made you want to do this?” You asked while resting against the counter just as he was finishing up.
You watched him plate your sandwich “Take a bite and I’ll tell you.” He replied.
You bit down on your lip to hide your excited grin as he handed you the plate full of promise. You took a bite and froze. You looked at it with wide eyes and then to him. “Holy shit!” You yelped and took another bite “What the fuck?! That’s amazing!”
Mikey laughed. “That’s what makes me want to do this.” He pointed at your smile. “That.” A warm smile reached his cheeks as he watched you enjoy what he made for you. “That gorgeous fuckin’ smile of yours.” Mikey quietly said and your smile faltered ever so slightly at his words.
You licked your lips and placed your plate down between you both, the heat of the grill now nothing in comparison from what was radiating between you both. “So you made me dinner…” you began and met his line of sight. “What’s next?”
Mikey closed the space between you both “After dinner would come dessert…” he lowly spoke and placed a his hand over yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.
“Oh?” You raised a brow and leaned forward ever so slightly, eyes half-hooded as he mirrored the action. “Wonder that’s on the menu…” your honeyed musings sent a shiver down his spine.
Mikey chuckled, lightly shaking his head and placed his other hand on your cheek. “You are the dessert.” He gently brought you towards his lips. The kiss was soft at first, a timid graze of skin against skin before you both pulled back and searched in each other eyes.
Searched that was alright.
Searched that this was both what you wanted.
Your smiles said it all for you both.
You somehow ended up between Mikey’s body and the countertop as his lips quickly and desperately kissed yours. His mouth moved in sync with your own, as if each of you knew each other that much that you knew what move would be next. He brushed your bottom lip with his tongue and you parted your lips enough to let him in. You moaned at the sensation, your hands flying to his hair, gripping on it as if that would help you stay upright since your legs stayed to shake.
You moaned against his lips when he grunted feeling you tug at his hair. “Do all your grilled cheeses come with this?” You playfully asked between kisses.
Mikey grinned against your skin, his lips moving from your own to kiss across your jaw and down your neck, his hand coming round to caress the back of it as he pressed it into his mouth. “Only the ones you ask for.” He kissed up the nape of your neck and found himself back at your lips again. “You did ask for the best goddamn grilled cheese, sweetheart.” You couldn’t help but laugh again with your whole chest as Mikey gently held your face in his hands like he was cupping all the precious gemstones in the world.
He was almost convinced if he kissed you enough, there would be more happiness than sadness inside of him.
“What did you want to ask me yesterday?” You softly spoke as your lips captured his own again.
“Definitely not fuckin’ accounts,” you let out an amused snort. “I wanted to ask you out…finally.” He pulled back ever so slightly “God damn finally.” Mikey said with his whole chest seeing you entwined and pressed against him.
You passionately kisses him again and he gasped feeling your teeth apply pressure to his lip, gently tugging it until he let out a shudder of a groan. His hands fell from your face to your sides, finding a gap big enough that allowed him to slip a hand under your top and let his burned, cut and calloused hands roam over your soft, warm skin. “Mikey…” you murmured “Please…”
He continued kissing you as his hand found the underwire of your bra and toyed with it. “Whatcha want, baby?”
He knew what you wanted- he wanted it just as bad.
You pressed your hips against his and began grinding against them, he let out a broken groan at the sudden contact.
“You. I want you.”
He all but growled as he grabbed your thighs and picked you up, a sudden move that caused you let out a giggle. “Less than ideal place but I just can’t wait any longer for you,” he said as he carried you back into his office and placed you down on the sofa. “Fuck, all the nights I thought of you…how I’d be with you…” he kissed you with every ounce of passion in his body. “How I wanted you, craved you…” you moaned as his hands gripped onto your top and yanked it from your body. “Aw fuck.” He bit down on his finger when he saw the lacy fabric against your skin. “Jesus, what you’ve done to me already woman!”
You proudly grinned and let your hand slowly slip to his jeans, brushing your fingertips over the hard bulge that you had caused. “Suppose I should thank you for making me dinner…” you trailed off as you undid his jean button whilst gazing into his eyes. You head him softly gulp as your fingers grazed over the hem of his boxers. “Would you like that, Mikey?” You asked, dripping with innocence that made him growl with a smile.
“You know I’d fuckin’ love that,” he kissed you hard before he groped your lace covered chest. “So perfect. Holy fuck.” He kissed over your breasts before you fell to your knees for him. He watched and raised his hips for you to pull down his jeans and boxers all in one. He watched as your eyes went wide at the sight of him, a bashful smile gracing his gorgeous face. You leaned forward, eyes locked onto his as you swiped your tongue over his length, Mikey letting out a shudder at the sudden wet, warm contact. “Shit, please don’t tease me, Y/N.”
You smirked as you took his cock in your mouth, Mikey’s head falling back on the couch as his hand cupped the space between your cheek and your hair. A wave of pleasure was drowning his organs as he sunk further into the plush cushions as your mouth sunk further down on his cock. You gently held his thighs down as your mouth sunk down on him more, taking his entire length in.The soft gags and slick sounds coming from your mouth made him grip onto your hair as he desperately tried to control himself feeling you around him, a tear slipping from the corner of his eye from the building sheer unadulterated pleasure flowing though his bones. Your tongue pressed against his shaft and he let out a strained groan, causing you to pull back and causing Mikey to whine at the sudden loss. “I’d rather have you inside me when the moment comes,” you told him while your hand gripped his length and began to stroke him. “Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.”
Mikey raised his head just enough to look at you, watch you as you pleasured him. “Course, sweetheart, whatever you want baby.” He cooed as you continued, his head falling back once more as you quickened your pace. “FUCK!” He yelled. “Good fuckin’ god!” He moaned as he quickly grabbed your wrist, stopping all motion in your hand. “You keep that up and we won’t have that chance.” He breathlessly laughed.
You couldn’t rein in your smile as you stood up, Mikey following suit to pull off his t-shirt and tossing off his jeans as he remained on the couch. You shimmied your own off, but his hands soon took over when it came to your underwear, stating that he ‘wanted to do the honours’.
His eyes slowly looked up from your feet to your face once you were completely bare in front of him, his lips parting ever so slightly and his eyes almost looking glossy in the light. “Wow…” he breathed out and placed his large hand on your hip, gently bringing you forward to sit on his lap and softly adorn you in kisses “Just…wow…” he laughed in amazement. “Did I die? Am I in heaven right now?” He asked and you playfully pushed his shoulder with a giggle. “No, sweetheart, I ain’t jokin’! I got a fuckin’ angel on my lap.” He pulled you close and kissed you again “And I’m gonna’ make her scream my name.”
“Hmm…promises, promises…” you teased and gently bit his lip, causing him to moan. He slapped your ass and you let out a yelp in delight. “Well then Michael Berzatto…you gonna made me scream?”
Mikey widely grinned and gripped onto your hips before sinking you down onto his hard length. You both let out a breathless groan, remaining stagnant for a moment. Mikey looked to you through his lashes and softly smiled. “You coming through my door was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He whispered and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Mikey then slowly moved his hips and you moaned against his cheek as you peppered kisses over it.
Mikey’s lips ghosted over your shoulder as he held you close, grinning every so often when he heard the sweet sounds leaving your mouth. The sweet sounds that he managed to draw from your throat. The sweet sounds he had been dreaming about. You pulled back to look him in the eyes, your hands holding his face as you passionately planted a kiss on his mouth. You matched his rhythmic moving with your own hips, your tight wet heat driving him to the point of insanity. “Shit…Mikey! Yes! Fuck yes!” You erupted, your back arching in delight. You looked back to Mikey, his smile mirroring your own as the two of you increased the pace.
“Oh good fuckin’ god!” Mikey hissed as his fingers sunk into your flesh. “Y/N, baby, you’re gonna make me…” he panted as his head fell back, you pulled it back so he could look you in the eye again. “I can’t hold on much longer.”
“You wanna cum in me, Berzatto?” He groaned at your sultry use of his surname and nodded violently. “You better give me all you got,” your lips found his neck and he let out a yelp in delight feeling your teeth graze against his skin. Mikey held you as close as he possibly could, his strong arms snaking around your waist. You moved your head and met his gaze, beads of sweat forming by his hairline. “Yes Mikey! Please don’t stop! I’m gonna cum for you baby!”
“Y/N…” he let out your name in his next breath as his eyes squeezed shut as your nails pressed into his shoulders. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock, beautiful. I need it- I need you.” The two of you gazed deep into one another’s eyes, a mutual need sealed between you both with a kiss oozing in passion.
Then an eruption, the two of you bursting simultaneously as you came for him and he came in you.
He kept his promise as you screamed his name out. It made Mikey smile with pride and sheer delight.
Pants then filled the small office space, both your bodies glowing in the light. You cupped his face, the two of you smiling like lovesick teenagers as you both peppered soft kisses to one another’s lips. “That was a pretty god damn good grilled cheese Michael Berzatto…that might be my new usual order.” He let out a soft snort and left a lingering kiss against your lips as he held your body close to his, trying to remind himself this wasn’t a dream and you were here with him.
“If you think that was good, stick around and wait until I make you breakfast tomorrow morning…it’ll blow your mind.”
Warning: some swearing, nothing major in this chapter, slowwwww burnnnn, not proofread
A.N: Another week another instalment! I hope you guys enjoy 🫶🏻
Please let me know what else you guys would like! I do have a few other fics in my WIP- just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further chapters or works!
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“Yes Lei, I am leaving my apartment as we speak, listen,” you placed the phone down by your lock, emphasising the jingling of your keys as you locked the door to your apartment. “I’ll be there in like an hour, I’m stopping off to grab flowers first for your mom.” You listened for her reply, she told you it wasn’t necessary. “Yes I know, but I like to. Plus she’s cooking a whole ass meal, it’s the least I can do.” Leia countered again, reminding you it was a birthday meal for you. “Yeah, yeah, just a shame my dad is still working away- he would have loved to have seen you guys. Anyway, I’ll see you soon.”
You jumped in your car and got it started up with an unusual jolt that made you hum in confusion before heading to the store and grabbing what you needed to, including the flowers for your aunt. It was Monday afternoon and relatively quiet so you managed to get everything you needed fairly quickly.
You jumped back in your car, pleased at yourself for making good time and made the journey to your aunt and uncles house. Your tunes were blasting so loud through the speakers you didn’t even register the grinding metal sound happening within your car until an ever growing plume of smoke emerged from the hood of your car.
“Ah shit.” You groaned and pulled over. A call to both the recovery truck and Leia letter, someone approached you in a tow truck.
“I’ll get this to a local garage for you. Not much I can do here I’m afraid- I just pick em’ up!” He laughed, amused with himself as your lips remained in a straight line.
“Well can I get a ride there? This is halfway between where I usually am and where I need to be.” You explained.
The driver shook his head “Afraid not, only space for me in the front and I can’t have you in the car. Best I can do is recommend getting a taxi and meet your car at the garage on the corner of Imperial and Empire. That’s where I’ll drop it off.” You grit out a ‘fine’ despite your situation being the furthest thing from it and did just that with a bunch of flowers and a shopping bag in your arms as he drove away with your broken down car.
After waiting ten minutes, the journey to the garage took about twenty minutes to get there. “Yes Leia, it’s the garage on the corner- Imperial and Empire. Thanks for coming to get me, I’ll see you within an hour? That’s great, thanks again Lei.” You hung up the phone and entered the garage. “Hello?” You called out as you slowly approached clamouring noises in a garage that was bursting with car parts. “Oh!” Out of the corner a dog approached you, virtually leaping at you with excitement. “Well hi!” You gleefully scratched their oversized ears. “Where is everyone, huh?” The dog almost seemed to have understood you as he led you further into the garage to where your car was that had a pair of oily work pant covered legs sticking out under it. “Um…hello?” Your voice battled with the sound of Savage Garden playing in the background, you mentally approved thier choice of music.
Thankfully the dog helped capture the mechanic’s attention. After the first bark, they jolted and you could hear the sound of their head against the metal inner-workings of your car. “Ah dammit, Grogu!” They slid out from under your car rubbing thier head.
“Din?”
The music suddenly felt like it got quieter as he stopped rubbing his aching head and looked up, seeing you there with a perplexed look on your face that virtually matched his own. “Y/N, hi,” he swiftly stood up and turned the music off. Your eyes roamed over his oil covered white tank top and rolled down overall suit as he frantically wiped his hands on his thighs. “What are you doing here?” His own eyes inadvertently looking you up and down, eyes stopping when he spotted the necklace he gave you shimmering on your neck.
You pointed to the car behind him. “That’s hunk of junk is mine. I broke down.” He nodded and ‘ahh’ed’ in realisation. “I didn’t know this is what you did.”
He smirked, crossing his arms across his chest. The feeling that you were now in his territory very much washed over you. “I dabble.” He replied, almost taunting you by pulling the same line as you did. “I actually fix cars, motorcycles…spaceships.” He joked. “That sort of thing.” As he placed his hands on his hips his overall suit rolled down his waist further showing a slither of his midriff. “What are you doing out here? Are there no closer garages?”
You sighed “This is the one the tow truck driver said he’d take my car to, I was on my way to my aunt and uncles house actually.”
“Well it’s not great but fixable,” he motioned you over to the hood and opened it, grabbing what looked like a wrench and pointed at parts. “So this needs replaced, that needs flushed, I’ll have to replace the oil in that, and fix that.” You looked down feeling something by your hand and saw the dog standing there with a bag of treats in its mouth, causing you to let out a soft laugh. Din rolled his eyes and huffed. “Not now, Grogu.”
You crouched down and he planed the bag of treats by you and looked at you with pleading eyes. “Aww Din, just one?” You asked with almost the exact same reaction as his loyal friend. He instantly gave in to you both. “I didn’t realise you had a dog. He’s so cute! Hi Grogu!” After his treat Grogu remained by your side as you stood back up again beside Din. “How much is this gonna set me back?”
Din blinked, processing what you had just said. “What? No. This is easy and I have the parts. No charge.” You refused, he rejected your pleads. “C’mon Y/N, you saved my ass joining the band. Let me save yours.”
“Alright, only if you’re sure.”
“I am.”
The two of you remained by the hood, pinkies barely grazing against one another’s as your eyes remained locked together. A moment disturbed by your phone ringing. “S-sorry, it’s Leia. I should take it.” Din watched you walk off to the door with the phone by your ear.
Grogu barked and Din looked down to him and started taking to the dog like he would understand him. “Yeah,” his smile grew. “That’s her.”
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As Din was deep in the body of your car, you grabbed coffees for you both from a shop nearby after getting Leia’s ETA, and hear her going on about the fact Din was fixing your car, the word ‘fate’ behind thrown about by her.
You approached just as he leaned down again “I figured you were hot enough for an iced americano.” You stretched out the drink and then when realisation settled in your bones, it hit you like a ton of bricks. “I-I-I mean it’s hot in here and you m-must be warm so. Yeah.”
“You remembered,” Din took the coffee from you and took a sip, either not fully registering what you had said or coy enough to not bring it up. You nodded, a small smile on your face before sitting down, Grogu joining you and placing his chin on your knee. As you scratched the dog that didn’t leave your side out of the corner of your eye you spotted a notebook half open with scribbles of songs across the pages, one of the lines read ‘star-crossed lover’ as you tried to further peer at it. “I should have it up and running for you tonight, will take me a few hours I think. I can drop it at your house if you’re going to be at your aunt and uncles? Or even drop it there if that’s where you’ll be for most of the evening?” He asked and you sat up straighter, not wanting to be caught snooping at his songwriting.
Before you could reply, someone else did on your behalf.
“Drop it at our place!” Leia chirped with an almost commanding aura as she walked into the garage. “We are actually going to have a movie night too, you should join us if you’re finished!” Behind her sweet smile was an ulterior motive.
“We are?” You asked spooking perplexed.
“Bring this adorable guy too!” She cooed petting Grogu, completely ignoring you. “We should get going, Y/N. Din, hopefully you can stop by for a movie later- I’ll get Y/N to text you the address!” Before either of you could contest, she had already looped arms with you and dragged you to her car. When you finally reached the passenger seat you stared at her dumbfounded. “What?” She asked setting off. “We are having a movie night anyway?”
“I can’t believe you just invited him…” you grumbled as you text Din the address.
“Well why wouldn’t I? I invited Han.”
“You WHAT?!” You exclaimed and Leia shrugged. “Han is coming? Oh god, is he coming to dinner too?” She shook her head no, explaining that it was just for the movie night and that Luke suggested it. You hummed unconvinced at her words, especially when she tried to bite down on her bottom lip to control her smile. “I actually don’t care who comes. You could have invited a Bantha and I still wouldn’t care.” Leia wasn’t convinced, and the more you bartered back how much you didn’t care- or so to claim- the more she knew that you did.
Thirty minutes later you had arrived at your aunt and uncles house. They had set up balloons and banners for you as soon as you stepped in. “Sweetie! Happy belated birthday!” You were engulfed in a hug as soon as you entered the door.
“Thank you Aunt Padmé, these are for you.” You handed her the flowers and she hugged you again before taking them from you. Your aunt dragged you through the house and left you in the living room with Leia and Luke.
“Well there she is, the birthday girl,” your uncle walked into the room with a beaming smile. “Wow, twenty one. Where did the time go?”
“Hey Uncle Anakin, good to see you.” You greeted each other with a hug.
“You too. How are things with the band? Leia is clearly enjoying herself every week seeing you guys and coming in at three in the morning…” the remark made your cousin roll her eyes.
You and Luke tried to suppress a laugh. “Yeah, going good. Great crowds every week. We actually have a battle of the bands concert this week.” Your uncle hummed, sending a pointed look to Leia and questioning if she’d be going to that.
“I go to show my support!” She countered.
“Yeah your support for Han…” Luke added and the eyebrows almost flew off your uncles forehead.
“Han? The boy Han you always talk about?” He pointed over to you. “Her weird greasy looking friend? That idiot?” You let out a snort and quickly recovered when Leia narrowed her eyes at you. “The one that’s coming over tonight?”
“Can you ask any more questions?!” Leia squeaked. “Besides I’ve invited Din too so there! And tried to get Boba but he is out with family tonight.” Leia felt herself starting to ramble. “MOM! Is dinner ready yet?!”
After dinner and sharing stories between one another across the table, you, Leia and Luke retired to the basement of their parent’s house. The three of you shared endless nights watching movies in the space you were all occupying, the twins had convinced your aunt and uncle many moons ago to turn it into a mini movie theatre of sorts. A large projector sat behind you all and rows of videos and DVD’s lined the walls between vintage movie posters.
Then the doorbell rang, you looked to Leia from one of the sofas, she was perched up under a blanket on the one opposite from you. Then you both turned to Luke who was on the beanbag in the middle. He sighed, catching the gist of your silent plea of asking him to get the door. As soon as you heard footsteps coming down the stairs a bubble of excitement filled your chest. You snapped your head up and that bubble burst. It was Han.
You sent him a wave and a small smile, your internal thoughts and feelings swirling inside of you. Why if you didn’t care - care so much.
“I’m gonna grab a soda.” You announced as everyone got settled. Luke back on his beanbag and Han and Leia virtually snuggled on the opposite couch. “Anyone want anything?” A choir of requests followed and you made a mental note of everything. You stopped behind Han and whispered in his ear before going to the kitchen. “No funny business, Solo. Hands where we can see them.” He raised them and send you a boyish grin.
The closer you reached the top of the stairs you could hear your aunt’s voice followed by a laugh, no doubt by something your uncle had said. The sound of it eased any upset within you, like it often did. She was the voice of reason for the family for a reason, a true matriarch and she was like a mother to you after losing your own a few years ago.
When you turned the corner you froze, instantly recognising the infamous side profile of the one and only Din Djarin.
“Oh sweetie! Sorry I stole your friend, I was asking him a car related question since your uncle is too proud to ask it himself!” Padmé chuckled. “Popcorn is almost ready!”
Grogu walked over to you and nuzzled himself into your leg. Din smiling despite cursing himself for being jealous of his own dog. “Here you go.” He stretched out the car keys wearing a change of outfit, a dark grey top and flannel shirt that was slightly oversized, from when you had saw him earlier. You took them with one hand while scratching Grogu with the other. “She’s pretty much good as new.”
“Thank you so much for…piloting the furthest thing from a spaceship over here,” you placed the keys into your pocket and your aunt quietly left with a small grin on her face watching you both, Din chuckled at the reference back to what he said earlier. “I was getting some snacks and sodas, you want anything?”
“I’ll help you,” he said while walking with you to the refrigerator. “How’s the movie so far?”
You groaned loudly in exasperation. “We haven’t even decided yet. Lei and Luke almost got into a fist fight over dinner deciding.” You rolled your eyes and he laughed. “C’mon,” you motioned your head to the basement with an armful of snacks and sodas “Everyone is downstairs.”
As you reached the top of the basement stairs again and slowly walked down with Grogu in front and Din behind you, he leaned down and whispered in your ear. “I’ll also pretend you weren’t listening to ‘Tears’ by Sabrina Carpenter. Or the entire Backstreet boys discography when I turned on your car….”
You gasped, quickly spinning around on the stairs to face him but had almost instantly lost your footing as well as almost all the popcorn. You mentally braced yourself for the ache that would follow from falling down the stairs.
But it never came.
You felt a tight grip on your waist and saw eyes flooded with worry before easing into relief that he caught you instead of you falling to the basement floor.
“Holy shit, Y/N!” Leia squealed and flew up from the sofa she was on. “Be careful! Let me take something!” She didn’t wait to be handed the items in your arms, she just took them from you and Din while you remained held up by his arm.
Between you both you managed to steady yourself on the stairs. “You okay?” He asked and you nodded, despite the fact your full body was on fire, you were afraid to open your mouth because he would have been able to hear your thumping heart. “Let’s sit before you give me a heart attack.” He half joked and remained behind you as you slowly made your way down the stairs, hands out just incase.
As you sat down the strategic pattern came to you and caused you to send a deadpanned expression to your cousins as the only seat for Din was of course the one beside you. Between you going up and almost falling down the stairs, Han had picked the movie. “American Pie?” You questioned. “Really?”
“Hey it’s a classic!” Was Han’s argument. As the lights went down you tucked your legs under you, you and Din virtually as far as you could possibly get on the sofa as Han and Leia edged closer to one another, Luke was still on his beanbag but with an ever attention seeking Grogu who didn’t leave his side after realising Luke would pet and scratch him all night.
Your eyes were not fixated on the screen in front of you but the glow it created on Din’s face. You intently watched as the corners of his mouth twitched upwards at parts he found amusing, how it occasionally reached his tired eyes. He then passed you the bowl of popcorn, your brows lightly furrowing in confusion but took it from him anyway, your fingertips grazing his knuckles. “You keep looking over,” he leaned in whispering in a hushed tone. “I assume that’s what you want?”
How wrong his assumption was.
—•—
As the movie came to an end, it was reaching almost 11pm.
“I should get going,” you explained, Grogu coming over to you and placing his head on your thigh as if to keep you seated. You chucked and leaned down to give him half a hug. “Awh, now I know you exist I’ll make sure your dad brings you to see me.” You cooed.
“Dad?” Din questioned with an amused tone, his hand moving forward to try and move Grogu so you could stand up.
“Yeah, you’re a dog dad. That’s how it works.” You explained and finally felt the weight lift from your leg. “I think it’s also bedtime for you Solo…” you half warned him and he rolled his eyes, standing up with a faint sigh and shooting Leia a wink.
The twins stood up and hugged you before you left, along with saying thier goodbyes to Din and Han too.
“I can give you a ride home Din.” Han offered.
“I don’t mind dropping him off, he did bring the car all this way.” You said standing by the car door. “Plus I can evaluate his work in real time.” You teased. Din was thankful it was dark as he felt a wave of heat rise from his neck to flood his face with a flush. He tried to argue, claiming it was too far but you ignored him, opening the door to the backseat and letting Grogu settle. The two of you waved Han off as he drove away.
Din lingered by the car door with you. “I’m happy to get a taxi home.”
“Absolutely not.” You walked round and opened the door for him. “Don’t tell me chivalry isn’t dead after I’ve opened your door for you. C’mon, get in before it gets any colder and I freeze my ass off.” Din didn’t fight back, he merely obliged. “I’ll even change my song choice.”
A laugh left both your throats, the hit the cooler air that surrounded you both.
As you sat in the car and got it started up, the normal noise was like music to your ears. You sent him an impressed expression and then went to change the song. “Please don’t change.” Din quietly requested with his hand hovering over your radio. “You don’t need to ever change.” He looked up, finding you already looking at him with eyes that had widened ever so slightly. “You always surprise me, it makes me smile.”
You didn’t need to change the songs on your radio. You didn’t have to turn it on. The two of you chatted the entire way to his house. When he told you to pull over outside a building, the both of you internally wishing his home was on the other side of the galaxy just so you could talk more.
You bid each other goodnight, you stayed until you couldn’t see him and Grogu behind the door he closed on themselves and then turned the light on. Din wondered what would have happened if he found the bravery to ask you inside for coffee. But he’d never know since the question remained behind his lips.
You stayed in the car for another few minutes and turned on the radio. ‘Read My Mind’ by the Killers flooded the car, Din must have had it playing on the drive over to your aunt and uncles house.
The two of you wishing the other was doing just that.
Warnings: drinking, swearing, fighting, bleeding mentioned, flashbacks are in block italics! Not proofread
A.N: Hope you guys enjoy! I’ve had this one in my drafts for a while! Just a wholesome Kirk fic 🥹
Please let me know what else you guys would like to see me write! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨
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Jim had been going to the same bar almost every day since the day he started the academy. He didn’t know how he ended up in the bar hidden in a back lane but the second he stepped in, he fell in love with the place. It was a little run down and barely had over ten people in it at the one time, but he liked that. He liked the music too, the old classical music from the 1950’s, 60’s, 70’s, 80’s and 90’s with a few songs from the 2000’s mixed in with the occasional blues tune. It had a certain charm to it.
Jim didn’t always go to the bar to drink, he’d just go in most times just to talk to you.
He had quickly realised that what he loved most about the bar was you. The often tired, underpaid, overworked barmaid that he’d frequently catch writing in a journal. Jim questioned you about it after the fifth time he entered the bar, he saw you with it so much that it was unusual to see you not holding it. The first day he questioned you about he remembered as you glanced over to it while drying a glass and said;
‘I want to be a writer, much to my fathers dismay. He wanted me to join Starfleet. So I gotta a job here and I’ve been saving up since to escape the clutches of this crappy bar that constantly smells like puke and vodka to hopefully write full time.’
Jim admired you from the other side of the bar. Always near you, he never strayed too far in the building.
He walked in with a big grin on his face that grew wider when he saw you sitting on a stool frantically writing. You glanced up seeing a figure getting closer to you. “Hey, Blondie.” You greeted and snapped shut your journal before placing it down. Jim let out a puff of amused air through his nose hearing his nickname that you gave him a month after he had first stepped into the bar. Three years later, you still called him that. “No Bones?” You stretched your neck to peek behind Jim.
“Not today, he’s studying.” Jim replied taking a seat and playing with a cardboard coaster, tapping it on the wooden bar.
You organised Jim’s drink “Like you should be?” You teased with your back to him and his cheeks turned a light pink- like they usually did around you. Jim then briefly recalled the first time he had brought Bones to the bar, a few months after Jim had been sauntering into the place.
“Who’s your pal, Blondie?” You asked seeing a stranger with Jim. He often came in himself. Leonard raised a brow at the strange nickname you called Kirk by.
“This is Leonard McCoy, or Bones as he’s sometimes known by. He’s training to be a CMO.” Jim explained, sitting by the bar with his friend.
“Ohh a Doctor!” You smirked and rested a hand on your hip. “Well your first drink is on the house.”
“Whisky please, darlin’.” He motioned to the bottle behind your shoulder.
“Your usual, Blondie?” Jim nodded and you placed a glass in front of Bones and another in front of Jim. Jim handed you a few crumpled notes. You kept your hand held out and Jim raised a brow at it, silently questioning why you were still holding your hand out. “Yours is fifteen.” You said.
Jim’s jaw dropped “What?!” He yelped. “It’s always six dollars fifty!”
“Yeah but we gotta compensate for your friend here with the skilled hands. Cough up.” You smirked and Jim’s lips curved into a smile. Even Leonard laughed. Jim handed you the money while shaking his head.
“I like her!” Leonard smirked.
Jim glanced up, softly smiling as you tided up the place and admiring you from afar once again. “Yeah...me too.”
You turned around with a glass in hand and you caught Jim trying to reach across to your journal. “Don’t even think about it.” You warned and Jim quickly pulled back with a sheepish grin on his face. You took the coaster off him and placed it down on the bar harshly and then placed his drink on top of it.
“Thanks,” he uttered before taking a large sip. “Why won’t you let me see what you write?” He asked, like he always did when you warned him away from your journal. He had tried to sneak a peak of your writing since he had been coming to the bar.
“Like I’ve told you before- it’s for my eyes only.” You paused. “For the moment, anyway.” You sat down across from him and rested your chin on your hand. “Tuesday shifts seem to drag in.”
“Surely not with me here?” Jim winked and you rolled your eyes, fighting the urge to smile.
“Why do you still even come here? Hell, I have to come here but if I didn’t- I would stay well away.” You lowly laughed. Jim picked up on the tiredness laced between each soft inhale of breath.
He leaned forward “Cause my favourite bartender in the whole universe is here,” he winked and you rolled your eyes again. “That and she gives me discounts.” You loudly laughed and playfully nudged his arm. Two people spilled in and you organised their drinks, telling them to take a seat and that you’d bring them over. “You’re so much kinder to other people than you are to me- your favourite and best customer.” He joked and you popped out from behind the bar with a tray in your hand.
“That’s cause you tip so badly that I’m legally allowed to be less kinder to you,” you teased. You and Kirk often threw playful remarks to each other, as well as some flirty ones. There was no denying that the blonde was handsome and each time he entered the bar, your heart jumped for joy in your chest and a volcano of butterflies would erupt in your stomach. You wondered if Jim felt the same.
He did. He really did. As the nights passed he was finding it harder not to fall for you. You’d both confessed many things to each other from either side of the bar; hopes, dreams, fears and aspirations. You both had built up a good deal of trust with one another. The only thing you never really confessed between you both was your true feelings you had for each other.
But Jim knew you always had his back- hell he’d been in enough fights inside the bar to know that. And you knew that Jim always went out his way to keep an eye out for you, walking you to your cab when you were working late and had to close up.
You were pretty much the only one running the bar most of the time. Your boss, who was also the owner, was far too busy watching tv half the time to come down and help out- or employ more people. It thankfully never really got busy enough that you’d need another set of hands. If you did, in the back of your mind, you knew Jim would help out. He had watched you prepare enough drinks to figure out what to do.
Jim had held back asking you out for so long because he didn’t want to potentially ruin what you both had, so, like you, kept his true feelings to himself. He finished off his beer and you took the glass from him, he wiggled it before you grabbed it, silently requesting another. You hesitated for a moment before looking up at him. “Uh...I’ve got another drink I think you might like. It’s a cocktail, wanna try it?”
“Sure! You know me, I’ll drink anything.” You let out a chuckle and prepared something you had been working on. He knew whatever you made would be great. You knew yourself that you were as good as a bartender as you were writer. “What is it?” Jim asked when you placed a pale yellow drink in front of him.
“I created it and came up with it myself.” You began to explain and Jim’s smile was dripping with jest.
“Wow! A mixologist now are you?” You snorted at his comment. “You’re gonna turn this bar into the Ritz if you keep making fancy ass drinks.”
You nudged his hand. “Oh don’t make me laugh! I only make up drinks because I get bored behind here.” You grabbed a water and sat across from him again.
Jim motioned to a stool beside him. “Come to this side then. You won’t be bored with me.” He sent you another one of those trademark winks and you playfully smirked.
“Anyway...” you pointed to the drink and Jim picked it up and smelled it’s sweet aroma. “I’ve named it ‘The Blondie’.” You said and Jim looked up to you in pleasant shock and surprise. Those thankful and touched blue eyes making your heart skip a beat- so much so that you had to grab a napkin to toy with between your fingers to calm yourself down. “It’s cream liqueur, a dash of bourbon, honey and almond extract. Shaken with ice but none in the glass.”
He took a long, steady sip. Jim hummed when he pulled the glass back and licked his lips, it tasted just as good as it smelled. “Just as sweet and cool as me too then?”
You sent him a amused, yet deadpanned, expression. “Too much of it will give you a headache...just like you too.” Jim sarcastically laughed. “It’s it good then?”
“It’s amazing, I’m touched that I have a drink in my name and honour.” He held his hand to his heart. “But honestly, it’s really fantastic, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Jim reached for his wallet. “Oh no! That’s on the house. I mean it. It’s experimental, plus I can’t charge the man it’s named after.”
Jim’s lip curved into a half smile and he put away his wallet. “Well, I’ll be sure to leave you a decent tip.” You nodded once and went through to the back to get more ice, trying to keep yourself busy to calm down your frantically beating heart. The two from earlier left and you cleaned up their table, grabbing the money they had left on it. Jim glanced at his watch “Closin’ time already? Time sure flys when you’re in the company of a gorgeous, talented bartender.”
You looked at him between your lashes as you put the stools up on the table. “Such a smooth talker, Blondie.” Jim hung around until you had cleaned up completely, he helped you stack the stools on the table before paying for his drinks. You jumped behind the bar to grab the keys to lock up as well as your jacket and handbag. Jim pointed to your journal that was sitting between tequila and rum. You grabbed it and you both made your way outside, your journal under your arm.
“You working tomorrow?” Jim asked.
You hesitated for a moment locking up when he asked that question before getting on with it. Jim noticed. “Why wouldn’t I be?” You casually chortled and turned around to him when the bar was locked. “Nothing special about the day. Just another Wednesday.”
Jim kept his cool pokerface. “Wednesday is special- it’s happy hour.” You laughed and walked down the alley with him, brushing arms every so often. “I was just wondering. I don’t like coming if Mojo is on.”
You rolled your eyes “You mean Milo,” you corrected with a smile. “And you don’t like it when he works cause he doesn’t give you a discount on your drinks.”
“And he can’t make ‘The Blondie’.” Jim added. “It’s my new favourite.”
You were thankful enough that it was dark enough that Jim couldn’t see your bashful grin. “Milo isn’t on this week. Just me- all day every day.”
“Oh then every hour is happy if you’re behind the bar.” He purred and you half-heartedly simultaneously laugh and groaned at his blatant attempt at flirting. “But seriously, I’m glad to know you’ll be in and not stuck in your bedroom writing and listening to your vintage record player that’s like 300 years old.”
“250 years old actually and I’m very proud of it. Fixed it up myself.” Jim nodded with a fond smile remembering the story you told him of buying a busted record player, fixing it up and then scouring for ancient vinyl records, you had a small handful already in your collection. You walked to the street in silence before finally breaking it while Jim tried to hail a cab for you. “It’s hard knowing that someone else might read it.”
“What are you talking about?” He asked, pulling his arm back in. You motioned to your journal and he clicked on. “Yeah, but you want to be a writer, people are bound to read your stuff.” He stuck his arm out again.
“I know but...those pages have little pieces of my heart spilled all over them. The thought of someone reading it makes me feel vulnerable. That journal is like the physical manifest of my soul.” You explained, the late night and company making you feel emotional.
Yet another confession of fear and worry spilled to Kirk.
Jim looked down at you and softly smiled. “You even talk like a writer. It’s beautiful that you see it like that.” A cab pulled up and you both wished that it wouldn’t stop beside you. But it did.
“Goodnight, Blondie. I’ll probably see you tomorrow.” You got into the taxi.
“See you then. I hope your dreams are sweeter than the drink you named after me.” You both laughed before Jim became serious. “You deserve them.” Your smile froze for a spit second and then, before you knew it, the cab had pulled away from the sidewalk and Jim was no longer in front of you. You sighed before getting comfortable and clicking your pen, opening it to a page that had been a work in progress for a while.
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You let out a soft sigh while staring out to the empty bar, a little over two hours since the bar had opened that night and only one person had been in and gone. You took the opportunity however to turn up the music a little and write. That was until the door opened and a group of people, lead by Jim, came in. You raised a brow seeing them holding bags, boxes of pizza and balloons. “W-what is all this?” You asked, placing down your journal, completely taken aback.
Jim grinned “Happy birthday, beautiful.” You looked at him in stunned silence, as if to ask ‘how?’ Without even opening your mouth. Jim’s grin grew wider. “I managed to track down your boss- who’s absolutely delightful by the way!“ He sarcastically added and you giggled shaking your head knowing exactly what he meant. “Anyway, he gave me the day. I roped in a few friendly faces, and Bones,” you burst out laughing and Leonard rolled his eyes. “And we thought you should have an amazing night, you certainly deserve one.”
“This is so amazing!” Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. “Thanks, Blondie.” He shot you a wink before you caught up with Uhura, Sulu, Scotty and Spock who handed you gifts. You had met them before, Jim successfully managing to drag them to the back alley bar. But between studying and exams you didn’t see them as much as you would have liked. You were over the moon to see them all.
You began making and pouring out their drinks, Leonard took the chance to pull Jim to the side to have a heart to heart. “Are you gonna tell her tonight? Cause I’m fed up seeing your lovesick puppy eyes every time you look at Y/N.”
Jim let out a puff of amused air from his nose, crossing his arms over his chest and shaking his head at Leonard’s bluntness. “Tonight.” He finally confirmed with a nod. “After you’re all gone and it’s just me and her.” Jim glanced over to you and could see the joy radiating off you, everyone felt it’s affect. Even Spock cracked a smile when you talked to him. “What if she doesn’t feel the same?” Kirk’s smile slowly fell. Bones let out a snort, telling Jim that he was off his head to be thinking like that.
The two eventually joined everyone again. Uhura nudged you a little “What do you say about closing the bar?” She smirked and your friends all had a mischievous look in their eyes before chanting ‘Close the bar! Close the bar!’ And banging their hands off the counter. With a growing smile, you slowly came out from behind the bar and they all started cheering. Scotty scribbled ‘closed for repairs’ on a piece of paper and placed it on the window as you shut the blinds. “Can we set up the Karaoke?” Uhura then asked.
You softly chuckled “You could literally set this place on fire and I wouldn’t mind. We can set it up. Scotty, think you can help me hook the system up to the speakers?”
“Course lassie! C’mon!” You made your way over to the corner with him and ended up being entangled in cables for a good ten minutes before managing to set up the karaoke machine. Jim looked on with a fond smile gracing his face. He turned back around to take a sip of his drink but his eyes soon caught on to your journal.
Your open journal.
Jim couldn’t help himself, his eyes began to scan the pages. ‘Blondie’ was at the top of one page with countless of words spilled underneath. ‘I notice things that no one else might, Blondie might not even notice either. The way his eyebrow creases in concentration,’ Jim realised he was doing it while reading then continued. ‘Or the way his blue eyes widen ever so slightly when he’s in a good mood.’ His heart swelled and bounced in his chest.
You wrote about him.
“You want a ‘Blondie’?” You asked, making Jim jump. He tried not to look so suspicious while he nodded with a silent, tight smile.
“Did you name a drink after him? Jeez! Are you trying to boost his ego?” Leonard huffed out and your eyes rolled while you smiled. “What is it anyway? Can I get one?” Curiosity got to the better of Bones. You decided to make one for everyone, and yourself. It was your birthday after all.
A few hours later and more than a few songs sung by Scotty, the karaoke was swapped for the music you usually played. You were sitting next to Jim at the bar, Scotty and Sulu were playing pool while Leonard watched them play with a whisky in his hand and Uhura and Spock were deep in conversation. “Did you like my rendition of ‘Fight For Your Right’?” Jim asked.
“That was you singing?! I thought there was a dying frog outside. You absolutely butchered that song!” You teased and Jim let out a loud, chesty, chuckle. You reached across and gently nudged his hands before letting your fingers tangle with his. Jim felt his breath hitch as his pinky twisted around yours. You looked up to him between your lashes with a gentle grin. “Thank you, I’ve had an amazing birthday thanks to you. Didn’t have much of one at home.” Your grin fell slightly.
“Dad still giving you a rough time?” Jim asked with a sympathetic look.
You forced a tight smile while shaking your head “I could be a Starfleet admiral and he’d probably still be disappointed.” Jim soothingly rubbed your knuckles with the tips of his fingers. “No, he was working today so I didn’t see him this morning. Chances are I won’t see him till tomorrow, or the weekend depending on his work.“ You sighed. “I know it’s tough for him and I know he wishes my mom was still here as much as I do to celebrate these things with us. But still...I’d always want more time with them both.” Jim nodded, knowing how you felt. He never had the chance to know his father.
A slow song came on and you looked up to the speakers. “Do you want to dance with me?” Jim asked and you met his gaze before nodding with a smile.
“Don’t even think about it...” you warned as he lead you to the space in the middle of the bar and placed a hand on your hip while his other took yours. Jim raised a perplexed brow. “If you even think about dipping me while we dance, Kirk, I’ll deck you.”
Jim burst out laughing but it caught in his throat when you rested one of your hands on his shoulder. He gently swayed you to the rhythm and held you close. The two of you danced, it felt like it was just the two of you in the bar, just the two of you in the world- in the entire universe even.
That’s was until Leonard came up and tapped Jim’s shoulder. “I want a dance with the birthday girl.” You and Jim shared a brief amused glance before he passed you to Bones who swung you about like the pair of you were at a barnyard hoedown. You roared with laughter and Uhura and Scotty joined the both of you, twirling around and stomping your feet. Jim couldn’t remember a time where he had seen Leonard enjoy himself so much.
Eventually all of you ended back up at the bar with almost empty glasses, deep in conversations that were probably made for 11pm. They were mainly about dreams and aspirations. “What about your dreams, Y/N?” Uhura asked with a hazy smile.
“They died in this bar!” Jim joked before taking the last mouthful of his beer, you rolled your eyes with a half smirk. Kirk then noticed the time and cleared his throat, nudging Bones who got the message.
“We should be off,” he stood up, along with everyone else who pecked your cheek and wished you another happy birthday, Scotty removed off the makeshift sign from earlier. “See you soon Y/N! Happy Birthday!” You saw them out while Jim remained perched on his stool, eyeing up the gift bag by his feet.
You sat across from him once more and he pulled up the bag. “You have one more gift.” His voice was starting to tremble. “From me.” You insisted that he didn’t have to get you anything, that planning your surprise night was more than enough, but Jim pushed the bag further towards you. With a small grin you pulled out a thin, square gift. When you ripped off the paper, you gasped. “Blondie- Greatest Hits vinyl for your record player. Two things you can’t get enough of, Blondies and that player.” He nervously laughed, his eyes meeting your journal for a brief moment. You were about to thank him and give him a hug before he stopped you. “Ah! There’s one more...” Jim trailed off and you reached down into the bottom of the bag. A new journal. “For more of your wordy works of art.” Jim smiled. You ran your thumb over the pages and noticed a bump. There was an item between two pages. Prying open the book, you found a necklace with a silver drinks charm on it. “Did I say one more? I meant two.” Jim shot you a trademark, mischievous smirk. “A little cheesy and cliché, I know.“
“I-it’s so lovely and thoughtful. I don’t know what to say! This is so sweet of you. Thank you!” You hugged him before sitting back down and unhooking the chain and holding the necklace out. “Can you put it on me?” You asked and Jim took it from you. You leaned forward, your forehead hit his shoulder as he secured the necklace to you. Kirk’s fingers ghosted over your skin before he eventually pulled back. You straightened back up slowly, your eyes meeting his as he tilted his head to the side. His neck craned forward a little. His lips just beginning to pucker up before the door opening disturbed you both. You quickly pulled away and saw a group of four men around Kirk’s age walk in. You shot Kirk a sorry look before getting up and politely smiling at the small group. “Sorry, we’re shut.”
One of them stepped forward with a cocky grin. “Well the lights are still on and he’s drinking, gorgeous,” you tried not to physically grimace and Jim tried not fly from his seat to punch the guy. “So I’d like a drink. Four beers and whatever you want.” He winked.
“Uh no thanks. I’m good.” You went behind the bar.
The guy leaned on the bar and looked you up and down, licking his lips. “Maybe instead of a drink, I could give you something stronger...”
“Hey, knock it off!” Jim spat, the grip on his glass getting tighter by the second.
“What’s it to you?” The same guy asked and you kept a close eye on them all while pouring the first drink. You didn’t want trouble- especially after such a good night. “Unless you want in her pants-”
Before you had put the glass down, Jim had lunged for the man. After a few punches were thrown, you finally managed to get in between them both.
“Out!” You barked at the man and the group behind him.
“He started it!” The man yelled, holding his jaw.
“Yeah well I’m ending it!” You hissed. ”Get out!” You ordered. Jim wondered where he had heard a tone like that used before as he sat down at the bar again, pinching the top of his bleeding nose. The four men begrudgingly left and you slammed the door shut behind them. You turned and saw Jim with a bloodied and bruised face. “I’ll get you ice and the first aid kit.” You sighed and walked over to him. “I swear! One more fight you’re barred, I me-”
Jim cut you off “You mean it, yeah I know.” He groaned when he rubbed his nose. “Like you meant it the other six-”
“Eight.” You quickly corrected.
“Eight times.” Jim said before his brow creased. “Eight times? Really?”
You chuckled and shook your head, moving to stand between his legs that he had opened a little more to accommodate you. You cupped his cheek, inspecting the damage. “What am I gonna do with you, James?”
His heart fluttered when you said his name. He had only heard you say it a handful of times before. But each time his name left your lips, it sounded like the first. He was glad you often called him by his nickname because each time you said his name, it was much more special. You made the mistake of gazing into his oceanic eyes and you couldn’t escape, especially when his hands landed on your waist. “Kiss it better?” He asked with a hopeful expression.
“What you gonna do after that?” You asked, your voice barely raising above a whisper. “Take me back to the Midwest and make an honest woman out of me?” You lightly teased.
Jim smirked and rubbed his hands up and down the curve of your waist while you rubbed away the blood under his nose with your thumb. “You read my mind.”
“You’re a smooth fucker I’ll give you that.”
“Will you give me anything else?” He asked, still holding onto that ounce of hope, especially when you started to lean forward.
“I’ll give you a chance to get out the door before I throw you out if you start a fight again.” Your lips were almost touching his when the door opened once more. Jim let out a loud groan and you swiftly pulled back. You glanced to the door and then back at Kirk. “I’ll get you that ice and kit.” You quickly and quietly blurted out before disappearing in the back.
Jim felt a presence sit next to him but he couldn’t look at the man in the face. Especially in the beaten, bloody, flustered state he was in. “Didn’t think I’d see you in here, Sir.” Kirk uttered and continued looking forward to save himself from having to look at Pike glaring at him.
You returned and placed a glass of something in front of Pike and ice wrapped in a dishtowel along with the first aid kit in front of Jim. “Yeah...” You chimed in. “Thought it would be too much of a dive for you a place like this.” You forced yourself to smile at the Captain who was dressed in an official looking outfit. Jim raised a brow at how openly you spoke to the captain, then again, you were always pretty ballsy.
“Yeah, well, I knew he’d be here.”
He motioned to Jim who let out a soft, sharp gasp feeling the cold against his face when he brought the ice to his stinging cheek.
“How did you know?” Jim asked, holding back a wince.
“Because I know you better than you give me credit for.” Pike replied and look a sip of his drink. “Glad to see you’re still getting your ass handed to you.” He said with a smirk and Jim rolled his eyes while he attempted to clean himself up a little. Kirk had a fond smile on his face as he followed you with his eyes as you stepped out from behind the bar so you could begin to put the stools up on the tables and give the place a general tidy. Pike noticed. “Don’t even think about it.” He lowly spoke and Jim looked at Pike while raising a silent, perplexed brow. The captain sounded like you when you told him off. “I’m warning you, Jim. She’s trouble.”
“I like trouble.” Jim pointed to his face. “Clearly.”
Pike shook his head and finished off his drink. The second he did, you took the glass off him. “I’m closing up. Jim, you alright?” You asked and he nodded, handing you back the ice pack and medical kit. Jim suspiciously eyed up Pike who was lingering about. He had thought maybe the captain had heard the spat and wanted to make sure everyone got out the bar alright. You grabbed your coat, bag and journal as well as all the gifts and walked out the bar with the two men. You were juggling everything and it didn’t occur to you that you’d have to get the keys out your pocket and lock the doors. “Damnit!” You hissed. Jim outreached his hands to take something but you shook your head. “It’s alright, dad will take it.” You said and tossed almost everything to Pike.
Jim felt like he had been punched in the face again. “D-dad? Pike? Dad? As in father?” He pointed to the man- who was shooting him a deadpanned expression- with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. “Your dad? Him? Pike?”
You nodded nonchalantly, as if it was the most unsurprising and least shocking thing in the world. “Yeah.” You took your things back from Pike who was still sending Jim an intimidating glare. “You want a ride home with us?”
“N-n-I-l’ll-a-a taxi...” Jim’s words tumbled out his mouth. You looked between your dad and Jim and pursed your lips.
“Well, let me know you get home safe and I’ll see you soon. Thanks for a great night and the gifts. And thanks for causing trouble...” you added with a soft, sarcastic, snort. “Not that I mind trouble. Goodnight Jim.” He nodded, still too dumbstruck to form a coherent sentence. He watched you walk away chatting to Pike who took the rest of your gift bags from you before getting into a car. The second he got back to his dorm, Leonard pounced on him with questions about what happened to his face and what happened between the both of you.
Jim looked at Bones with the same wide eyes he had earlier, they hadn’t returned to normal yet. “Bones...you‘ll never guess what the hell happened.”
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You got into the bar around ten the next morning, giving you enough time to clean the place and change the beer barrels before opening, music playing in the background to keep you company. The door opened and you let out a loud sigh. “We’re closed!” You yelled from the back. “Can’t people read a damn sign?” You muttered to yourself. You walked out to the front and froze. Jim was standing there nervously playing with his fingers. A bruise had blossomed just under his eye and upper lip and a cut on his cheek and bottom lip had scabbed over during the night. “Wow a little early aren’t we?” You asked. “It’s ten in the morning- I can’t sell you booze.”
“I’m not here for that.” Jim said in a serious tone. His chest already getting a fluttery feeling inside of it seeing the chain he got you still around your neck.
“I sure hope not or else I’m going to have to give you an intervention.” You tried to joke but the look Jim was giving you made your heart flip and your laughter die your throat. “I know I probably should have told you about dad, but being a Pike isn’t something I usually shout about which is why I use my mother’s maiden name.” Jim silently nodded and you came out from behind the bar to stand in front of him. “I was just as surprised as you to see him yesterday. I think it’s the second time he’s ever stepped foot in this place,” you looked around. “The week after I started and last night.”
“I see…” he drawled out.
You stepped a little closer to him. “I need to tell you something.” He motioned his head as if to tell you to continue, you sounded serious. “I saved up more than enough money to get to New York...” a flash of fear and worry appeared in Jim’s blue eyes. “I’ve had it saved up for over a year.” Confusion started to drown out the fear and shock. “I didn’t go because I’d miss this bar… and serving you too much of course.” He snorted at that. “Which means I’ve decided to say in California.” You admitted, holding nothing back. “So, with the money I’ve saved...I bought the bar.” Jim’s eyebrows almost shot off his he raised so quick in surprise. “Papers are being finalised right now. I’ve fallen In love with it over years.” You paused for a moment and smiled at Jim “And fallen in love with it’s best customer.”
Jim reached for your arm, softly holding it. “But what about the book you wanted to publish?” He asked and you almost melted at his genuine concern for your dream. You grinned at his soft, worried tone. He wanted to see you do well doing something you loved.
“Dad is going to help me out, he finally saw last night how much I enjoy it here so is helping me get published. His gift to me for my birthday.” You smiled and took his hand. “Jim, I have been working in this bar for five years and serving you for four...my dreams didn’t die in the bar, they came true.” You whispered with tears welling in your eyes. “Especially in regards to love.”
“Y/N I-”
You raised your hand with a smile “You don’t have to say anything.”
He shook his head and looked to his feet for a moment before giving you all his attention. “No, I’ve got to do this because I was going to do it last night and then I got punched in the face and then your...your dad...came in and stopped me and then I found out and it shocked me but-” he realised he was rambling on so, in a moment of madness, placed a hand behind your head and brought you towards him before finally pressing his lips to yours. It felt like sparks were flying in every direction feeling his soft lips perfectly moving in sync with yours.
His hands moved further down to your ass. “Hey, don’t even think about it.” You pulled back and warned, breathlessly. He playfully rolled his eyes and gave you another peck while your hands wrapped around the back of his neck and his secured themselves around your waist. “Not until we go out for dinner first.”
“I’ve waited all these years, I can wait until then. After dinner we could go to the pier?” He suggested.
“After all these years of waiting...it’s a date, James Kirk.”
He pulled back and held you at arms length “So...still too early for a drink?” You dramatically sighed and rolled your eyes as he cracked and burst out laughing at your reaction. “What about a recital from your journal then? Or am I going to have to wait for the book?”
“I don’t know,” you walked around to the other side of the bar. “Maybe I should make you wait.” You pointed your finger at him before musing to yourself. “Or I could write about a Blondie that is a total pain in the ass and who’s always getting into fights?”
Jim sent you a deadpanned expression, although his eyes were twinkling with amusement. He glanced at your journal, fully knowing that you had already wrote about that and smirked.
Warning: some swearing, mentions of drinking, nothing major in this chapter, as always lyrics are in block italics- not proofread
A.N: Hope you guys enjoy this instalment! Inspired by Harry Styles ‘American Girls’ but with a Star Wars twist 😉 hope y’all kiss all the time. Disco, occasionally 💖
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As the weeks went by, the more popular the band was becoming, screaming for encore after encore each night you played. People even traveled from out of town to see you play.
Demand was constantly growing.
Almost as much as Din was growing on you…
“So…” Leia’s voice drawled from your sofa as you were painting, hues of blues and greens staining your fingertips. More paint on you at this moment than the canvas and paintbrush combined. You hummed, to indicate you were listening while working on a project. “Big birthday at the end of this week.”
A soft snort came from you as you turned your attention to the paint in front of you. “I wonder who’s…” you half joked.
“What are your plans?! Because I thought we could-”
“Lei,” you wiped your hands on your old top as you turned to her. “It’s on a Friday remember, we have a gig. I’ll be on a stage.”
She blew a raspberry in response and sunk down on your sofa so much that all you could see were two buns of hair poking out. “You’re 21!” She cried “Ask for a night off!”
You were about to counter her comments when the door went. She sat up and raised a brow at you. Your eyes glanced at the clock, time was nothing but a thief. “Shit!” You gasped and tossed down the art supplies in your hand. “Doors open!” You hollered, the door opened and Han was on the other side.
With someone else.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the drummer and the singer…” Leia nonchalantly mused.
“Sorry Han I completely lost track of time and-” you cut yourself off mid sentence while wiping paint off your hands catching Din loitering in your doorframe. “Din? Hi!” You grinned. “Uh, give me like a minute!” An awkward run graced your feet as you scurried off to your bedroom to change.
“So are you guys gonna come in or just familiarise yourselves with the doorframe?” Leia asked the two men who finally stepped inside your apartment, Din’s shoulders instantly relaxing in the space that he was becoming all too familiar with, the paintings on the wall once again made him feel like he was in a gallery. “I was just discussing Y/N’s birthday with her. It’s this Friday and we all know you’ll be playing.” Leia took a sip of her iced coffee and sent a shiver down the spine of the two men. “You better not let my girl down.” Her tone was a serious one. “If you need help, I’ll help. But you better make her birthday good or I swear on all the stars I’ll be wearing your kneecaps for earrings. Especially yours.” She pointed at Han.
Din frantically nodded and Han gulped mere seconds before you reappeared again. “Okay! I’m good to go. Lei, I suppose I’m going to regret asking, but do you want to come to rehearsals today?”
“Yes.” She and Han both answered simultaneously causing your head to snap back and forth between them, already mourning asking.
“I call shotgun!” She said in a sing-sing voice while leaping from your sofa and rushing down the stairs with Han following swiftly behind.
Your head dipped and then on the rise you saw Din looking at you with a soft smile. One that you couldn’t help but mirror.
You both followed them to Han’s car, him and Leia practically beaming from the front seats, you jumped in the back with Din. Han set off at the speed of light causing you to grip onto the door handle and the soft seat that resided emptily between you and Din. His hand crashed into yours when he did the same out of sheer shock from Han’s drag racing impersonation. He pulled away first, sending you a sheepish grin.
Your hand remained frozen in place while his burned.
Of course your cousin noticed. You didn’t spot the mischievous smile on her face before she turned around and opened her mouth. “So, Din.” He hummed, his body slowly becoming engulfed in flame from the spark that started in his hand. “How old are you? You dating anyone? Got a girlfriend? Ever been married? What’s your opinion on Thai food? What’s your coffee order? Do you-”
A squeak of a laugh left your mouth, cutting her off. “Jesus, Lei, you playing twenty questions?!” Your eyes sent her a soft glare.
“What?” She innocently waved away your words. “Just wanted to know more about your bandmate, stardust.” Your soft glare turned to a stern one, the nickname lingering in the car.
Din didn’t question it, but instead answered hers. “I’m 24, no, also no, uh no I haven’t, Thai food is great, Black Americano- iced when it’s warm.” He replied in the same sequence she asked them in, her eyes practically falling out her head when he mentioned he was single and then looking to you. You were too busy looking at Din to notice. “What about you, Leia? Y/N tells me you’re studying political science and Han just tells me how pretty you look every five minutes.”
“He does?!” She turned to a now blushing Han.
“Let’s talk about political science!” You clasped your hands together. “And less about his massive crush on her,” you told Din quietly through gritted teeth, a smirk gracing his face.
Leia blew a raspberry “Boring!” She drawled out. “But interesting.” Leia countered herself almost instantly. “But other than studying that, I’m usually with Y/N, annoying my brother, or at Maz’s bar now.” She explained. “We grew up all together in Alderaan before we moved as kids, our family moved here about a month after Y/N and her parents.”
Din turned to you “I didn’t know you were from Alderaan,” you sent him a silent nod. All of a sudden, lyrics were intertwining in his mind. “Interesting…” he softly mused.
“What makes it interesting?” You chortled.
Din’s eyes locked onto yours, it didn’t even feel like you were in the back seat of Han’s car anymore. “You’re an Alderaan girl. I’m learning new things that I never knew about you.”
“Well, we’ve only known each other a few months.”
Din hummed before turning his gaze out the window, a feeling in the very depths of his stomach growing into something more noticeable. A feeling he couldn’t ignore. A feeling of longing. A feeling of wishing it wasn’t a mere few months of knowing you. A feeling he should have kicked out his old guitarist sooner.
A feeling for you.
You all soon pulled up to Maz’s, you and Leia practically leaping out and linking arms while walking into the venue, Han and Din hot on your heels.
“What does she like?” Din asked as you and your cousin disappeared behind the door.
“Who?” Han questioned.
Din nodded towards the bar, as if it were obvious. “Y/N.”
Han stopped, a wide grin taking over the entirety of her face. “Why?” His voice was borderline teasing. Din stood beside his friend and ran a hand through his hair.
“Well, she’s playing on her birthday- we should make it about her. Or at least try to.” An exasperated sigh left his mouth after his barely coherent rambling and an attempt at a justification. “Listen, forget I asked.”
Din began to walk away, his feet coming to a halt hearing Han call out. “Pizza from Greedo’s- always Greedo’s , Hannah Montana but she will kill me if she found out I told you that, That Stylish Styles guy, Taylor Swift much to the delight of my tender ears as she scream sings her songs, indie bands…that sort of setup, plectrums since she’s always losing hers or throwing it out into the crowd- but not just plain ones interesting ones that she morns anytime they’re lost.” Din sent Han a grateful smile and a nod before joining you in the bar. His final words not reaching Dins ears. “She also likes you…”
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Two days later you were sitting by a canvas with a letter that had arrived. One that had the potential to throw the band into complete chaos. But an opportunity bestowed upon you.
“T-minus 12 hours!” A voice danced through the air from your door. It was Leia. You quickly hid the letter underneath a pile of nearby books and quickly stood up, smoothing out the creases on your pants and wiping the prospect of being featured as an exhibition collection in a gallery on them too. “I thought we could celebrate a little early.” She approached you with a bottle filled with bubbles and a mischievous grin.
“But dear, sweet Leia, I’m not 21 for another 12 hours- this is all so very incredibly illegal…” a moment of silence passed “Let me get the glasses!”
As the bottle ran out, the giggles grew louder from the floor of your apartment, sharing stories over the years you and Leia had shared. It was twelve hours until your twenty first birthday, there was now only three. The soft orange haze of the setting sun flooding the space you both occupied. You felt lighter than the bubbles that danced through your veins.
“What’s the deal with Din?”
Leia’s nonchalant remark brought you back down to earth again, the bubbles in your veins burst and gravity suddenly started crushing you so much that you could barely sit upright. You turned your head to her, an eyebrow quirked silently questioning her before eventually opening up your mouth. “What do you mean?”
She giggled again, like she had been since arriving. “Din? The singer? The band?” You pressed her to continue. “What’s the deal with him? Okay more specifically, what’s the deal with him and you?” Her pinged finger gently pressed into your side and you flinched.
A forced laugh left your throat “Nothing. I play and occasionally sing. He sings. That’s all.” Her pointed look made you groan. “I swear. That. Is. All.”
“He’s cute!”
“Thought weird pirate waistcoat wearing drummers were your thing?” Your light jibe made her giggle yet again, a tinge of pink taking over her cheeks.
“Oh they are!” She enthusiastically confirmed. “I meant for you. Better than that loser asshole no good dick.” She practically spat out before downing the rest of her drink. “But then again,” she continued as her words began to softly slur, empty glass in her hand as she extended out a finger. “A bag full of garbage would be better than him.”
You hummed as she ranted on as the sun went down, the two of you eventually lying in silence before you asked her a question, your eyes slowly moved to the half hidden letter under the books you stuck it under earlier. “Leia, do you want to go on an adventure with me?” She wholeheartedly agreed, unsure as to what but always willing to go anywhere with you.
The two of you fell into a peaceful sleep on the floor as the clock hit midnight. A soft light glowed from your phone as a message arrived virtually on the dot from Din.
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‘Happy Birthday, Y/N. Can’t wait to spend it on stage with you. Din.’
He read it as much as you did. He thought it sounded stupid.
You thought it sounded sweet.
“Knock knock,” two voices merged into one as neither one knocked and walked into your apartment like they owned the place. One voice was Leia, remarkably chirpy dispute leaving your house earlier that day groaning and holding her head from the night before. The other was Luke, her twin and your other cousin who had to endure painted nails, insane makeovers and spontaneous dress-up sessions growing up with you and Leia.
He had a beaming smile on his face as he engulfed you in a hug and wished you a happy birthday.
“Wow cousin, you’re actually coming to a dive bar tonight?” You teased. Luke rolled his eyes with a smirk, pushing your shoulder in jest.
“I got something for you! Birthday outfit for the birthday girl!” Leia handed you a gift bag with a kiss placed on your cheek. “And yes you have to wear it- no questions to be asked, only acceptance of said outfit.”
Your brow slowly raised on its own accord as a flash of something sparkly caught your eye. “You didn’t…”
“Oh I did.” You both shared excitable screams as you jumped her while wrapping your arms around each other. Luke stood there with wide eyes at the ordeal. “Put it on! Hurry hurry! We need to go soon!” Leia pushed you to your bedroom to change.
As soon as you put the dress on the smile never left your face. Leia knocked on the door and peered in, the two of you sharing a look that knew silence was enough. She passed you a coat to keep warm and of course hide the dress too. Luke kindly drove you both to Maz’s, Leia pressed a brief kiss to your cheek as the two of them wished you best of luck.
Upon entering backstage you immediately bumped into a figure “Oh shit! Sorry!” You squeaked before the same noise left your mouth again seeing it was Din who turned round.
“Hey! You’re good,” he smiled. “Happy birthday!” You didn’t notice him swallow the nerves building in his throat as he closed the space between you to give you a brief hug.
Too brief for your liking.
You thanked him and the two of you stood for a moment until he broke the silence again to tell you he had a gift, you told him he didn’t have to get you anything. Din practically insisted.
As he disappeared you took off your jacket, revealing your sequin encrusted dress from a boutique you and Leia loved, always admiring the dress from afar in the window, now on you. When Din returned he stopped in the doorway, watching you in your moment with a small smile on his face and his heart practically exploding at the sight. “Oh god!” You gasped and grabbed your chest. “I didn’t realise you were back to suddenly.” You laughed while catching your breath. He passed you a bag and a coy smile graced your face as you battled through the tissue paper and soon enough your fingertips hit against a box. “Can I open it now?” You asked, Din almost melting as he nodded. When you opened the box there was a chain inside with a silver plectrum attached with your initials engraved on it.
“Please don’t throw that one out into the crowd and lose it…” he joked and a watery laugh left your throat.
“I love this, so much. Thank you.” You placed the bag down and unfastened the catch. “Can you help me put it on? I wanna wear it.” Din walked around so he was standing behind you and tentatively grabbed the ends of the chain before clasping them together again. He could feel his hands lingering for a second too long, the very tips of his fingers grazing the back of your neck before you had turned round to face him, your hands fixing the necklace into place while his remained frozen in the same spot. “Thanks.”
Your sweet smile mirrored his own before the moment was shattered by Han loudly barging into the room. “There she is! The birthday girl!” He wrapped you up in a hug. “Happy birthday kid.” You thanked him as Din looked on, a small twinge of jealousy surging through him when Han draped his arm over your sequin encrusted shoulders, how effortless and easy it was for someone like him to do. “We just about ready?” You nodded and a positive hum left Din’s throat. “Alright then let’s go!” You both walked away in the same position as he questioned you if Leia was in the crowd tonight, you answered with a roll of your eyes.
Din quickly composed himself before following you out into the stage wings, greeting Boba who was tuning his bass. “Here’s the setlist,” Din only passed the sheet to you, songs you knew well, all your favourites. “A gig perfectly tailored to the birthday girl- Han told me you’ve practiced these songs before. Me and the guys had been practicing all week just for you.” Your eyes welled with tears of joy, completely touched they’d customise the concert just for you.
As the four of you made your way onto the stage the swell of noise from the crowd practically lifted you all into the air. “Wow,” you whispered to yourself, a beaming smile on your face. The feeling you got each and every time on that stage was like a dose of pure ecstasy. You then looked over to Din and realised how much that feeling was mainly due to him.
As the night went on, the crowd got wilder. They even sang you all happy birthday at one point- practically forced upon them by Boba.
You started playing the first few beats of the final song along with Boba and Han. Din grasped onto the microphone and started singing as the beats of sweat on his forehead glistened.
“Right at home with perfect timing…A face that knows her perfect lighting. 'Cause time will show that you should try it, those Alderaan girls you spend your life with…” you felt a laugh getting caught in your throat when you heard Leia holler and scream in delight that your hometown was mentioned. Din turned to you and shot you a wink after changing up the lyrics. "I've known you for ages!” It's all that I've heard, my friends are in love with Alderaan girls. I've seen it in stages all over the world, my friends are in love with Alderaan girls! Sing it for our Alderaan birthday girl!”
Din shouted and held the microphone out to the crowd who sang back. “I've known you for ages!" It's all that I've heard! My friends are in love with Alderaan girls…Alderaan girls!”
He took over the mic again, body turned to you as it felt like it was just the two of you on that stage. “Her sweet eyes, your temptations. Don't deny her frustrations..Just spend your life with those Alderaan girls.” A wink was shot your way and suddenly you both felt like everyone was back in the room again. The twinkling of the silver strung plectrums on your neck practically causing Din to choke as the two of you sung out the rest of the song with the crowd. Han was pointing his drumsticks to Leia every chance he could. As the song phased out, the crowd got louder. “We’ve been the Mandolorians, it’s been a pleasure for Boba, Han and I to play for you on our special guitarist Y/N’s 21st birthday!” You sent the sea of people in front of you a shy bow as you played out the end of the song. “Goodnight everyone!”
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As Han bought you a birthday beer, you gently reminding him no ice this time, your cousin found herself drifting away from Luke and over to Din. “This is good for her.” Leia’s voice broke whatever through Din had of you in that moment just as he sent her a look in silent question as she settled her elbow against the bar in a far too casual manner. “This band, performing again.” Your cousin elaborated to him as he suddenly understood. “She was in a bit of a downer after her rat-ass boyfriend cheated on her.” Leia flippantly commented like she hadn’t just purposefully dropped a bomb at Din’s feet as she sipped on her tropical looking drink.
Din almost breathed in his. “What do you mean?” He asked, mentally kicking himself for the speed in which he asked, especially after Leia smirked at his eagerness to know.
“Screwed anything that had a pulse, Y/N was wanting to be in something more committed. Not to mention all the lies he told. Broke her into bits. But she pieced herself back together. She’s strong, resilient, and still growing. I’ll forever be proud of her.” Din, while looking at Leia, felt the immense pride and joy she had while talking about you. He could tell the two of you were remarkably close. Leia swirled her drink nonchalantly. “She’s like a sister to me Din, if you break her heart, I’ll break you.”
He was petrified that this would be the case.
As Han merged into the crowd, you were joined by Boba who also kindly bought you a drink. The two of you were talking all things bass and guitars as Han excitingly approached you both again, virtually shaking with a piece of paper in his hands. “You’ll never guess who I’ve just met!”
“Uh the Easter Bunny?” You replied and you and Boba shared a hysterical giggle that caused him to spray Han’s shoes with beer, causing the drummer to grimace.
“Ha ha ha, so funny.” Han deadpanned while shaking his feet with a frown. “You’re lucky it’s your birthday. But I’m all seriousness I’ve just signed us up to this!” He showed you both a flyer. “Battle of the Bands- next Friday! There was a promoter here.” He searched for him again but gave up after the first three seconds. “I’m gonna tell Din!”
As Han rushed off to tell the singer the news, you watched intently as his face contorted from a confused one to an ecstatic one.
Boba blew a raspberry, capturing your attention again. “We better get practicing.”
Warnings: underage drinking, some swearing, fluff, some angst and near death mentions. Not proofread!
A.N: *checks wrist* well would you look at that is ‘I’m missing Johnny storm’ o’clock 😭 hope y’all enjoy 🫶🏻
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Johnny could vividly remember the first time he almost died.
He was nineteen and climbing a tree, a dare from his friends who were just as wasted as he was. He placed the beer bottle by the trunk as he haphazardly tried to climb it, limbs weakly clawing at the bark. He was so drunk he didn’t even notice his friends disappear back into the house he had just been in, drowning himself in booze most of the night.
He reached a leg up and managed to hook his ankle onto a branch and pulled himself up onto it with a groan before continuing until he almost reached the top. “H-h-hey guys!” He hollered, slurring his words. “I made it!” Johnny’s foot however had other plans. He slipped on the damp moss and fell almost eight feet to the ground with a scream and a thud.
He groaned in pain, not even the alcohol was dulling the aches in his body.
“Hoo boy…if you have a lifetime of this, it’s gonna be real fun.” He heard a voice with a sarcastic undertone as he drifted in and out of consciousness. You cleared your throat and took out the slip of paper you had waited almost nineteen years of his life to use. “Hello, my name is ‘insert name’ and…insert name? What kinda stupid- oh,” you snorted and started again. “Hello, my name is Y/N and if you’re seeing me it’s because you require the intervention of your guardian angel seeing you through your life.” You read from the slip of paper before looking down at your feet to the groaning man. “That’s me by the way. Lucky you.”
“W-what…?” Johnny struggled to keep his eyes opened, he could barely sit up.
“You, Jonathan Lowell Spencer Storm, more commonly known as Johnny, have almost died and therefore will have your guardian angel- which is me- closely oversee the rest of your life and intervene at points of imminent danger forevermore.” You placed the slip of paper back into your pocket before looking down at him and blowing a raspberry. “Well I think you’ll be fine.” You softly tapped his arm with your foot after he hadn’t moved in a while. “Yeah, still alive. My job here is done. I hope to see you later rather than sooner.”
Johnny just managed to find enough strength to open his eyes and see a hazy, bright glow in front of his before the figure amongst it disappeared.
He could have sworn he had saw wings.
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It wasn’t until two years later when you had to intervene again.
Johnny had just turned twenty one and was at a bar with Sue, Ben and Reed celebrating. His eyes followed a figure at the far side of the bar, a girl who sent him a small smile and a brief wave of her fingers. Johnny told the three others he was heading to the bathroom before he attempted to approach her as she moved around the crowded bar.
Johnny turned a corner and felt a hand on his arm.
“Don’t do it.”
His eyes landed on the hand first and then to the face of person it belong to. He blinked, his heart skipping a beat before he felt like he was drowning in a pool of familiarity.
“I’m serious, Johnny. She’s trouble. She’ll break your heart.”
He let out a small, confused, breathy chuckle. “I’m sorry, have we met?” He asked looking into your eyes. He was almost certain he saw stars in them.
You laughed “Wow, you really were drunk that night.” You began to walk away. “Trust me, Storm. Unless you like being told ‘I told you so’ then listen to me…” you smirked and tapped his arm before turning a corner.
Johnny was momentarily frozen in place before he chased you, but you had seemed to have vanished into thin air.
He returned to the trio who were laughing between themselves. “You okay, kid?” Ben asked seeing the look on Johnny’s face.
He looked behind his shoulder and then back to the three, a dumbfounded smile spreading over his face as he placed his hand on his head before sighing like a lovesick puppy.
“I think I just seen an angel…” he told them.
Reed leaned over to Sue and whispered in her ear. “How much has he had to drink…?”
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Six months later Johnny was fighting against the elements to get home. The rain had just about stopped but the streets of New York were still soaking wet.
He was hastily walking back to his apartment trying to avoid the splashes from the cars on the road that came a little too close to the side walk. Johnny didn’t even notice the puddle that could have been easily mistaken for a lake or the truck that was coming towards it.
He closed his eyes and braced himself for the wave of murky water about to hit him.
But it never.
He hesitantly opened his eyes and saw the same familiar figure standing in front of him with an unamused expression and muddy water dripping from your drenched body. “You can sure choose a time and a place…” you gritted out and attempted to shake off the puddle water but to no avail. You groaned and started to walk away, shaking the droplets off your arms.
Johnny cantered to catch up with you, wonderfully perplexed. “W-wait-” he lowly chuckled, breathless as he kept up his pace with your quick one. Johnny reached out his hand and grabbed you by your arm, stopping you in your tracks. Your head snapped to it and then to the smiling face in front of you. “I’ve seen you before…”
“Of course you have,” you rolled your eyes and let out a puff of amused air. “You’re usually always getting yourself into bother- that’s why.” You told him and when you had the chance, pulled your arm from his grip and carried on walking down the street until he ran and stood in front of you, stopping you in your tracks.
Johnny looked at you with a grin, his hands cupped around your soggy upper arms to hold you in place, afraid if he let you go he wouldn’t see you again. “Who are you?” He asked in the middle of the rain shower, his smile cutting through it like the sun.
“Someone you’re giving a mental breakdown to…” you tried to walk away again, conscious of just how much time you were spending with him but his strength kept you in place. Not to mention you were still drenched.
“Why do you keep trying to disappear on me? I wanna know who you are.” His eyes and smile drooped, it caused a new feeling in your chest- you weren’t quite sure what it was. “Can I at least get a name?”
“Ohh..you really were drunk that night if you can’t even remember my name…” you teased.
Hazy memories came flooding back to him. Laying on the grass in pain and drunk beyond belief followed by brightness. His hold of you faltered again, giving you the chance to carry on walking.
“It’s Y/N.”
You almost tripped over your own feet you were caught so off guard hearing your own name falling from his lips.
“That’s your name. It’s Y/N.”
You looked over your shoulder him, already finding Johnny looking right at you. His mouth was gaping open like a fish, bottom lip trembling ever so slightly as pieces fell into place for him. Things like that weren’t real, or at least that’s what he told himself.
Then an all too familiar feeling came over you- he was about to be in danger.
You ran forward just as his eyes flickered shut and caught him with a grunt in enough time before he fell to the ground.
When Johnny finally opened his eyes again, he was in the bed of his apartment. He sat up and rubbed the dull ache the resided in his temples. He glanced down to his bedside table and found a glass of water and a packet of pain relief with a note beside them.
‘This will help- stay outta trouble. Y/N.’
He called out your name but the silence was a loud enough answer for him. Johnny fell back to the plush sheets of his bed with a sigh.
Little did he know that you were in front of his closed bedroom door letting out a sigh of relief when you heard his voice before finding the strength to leave him.
—•—
Two weeks had passed. Johnny had been scouring the sidewalks, stores and his last resort- the sky.
It was late and he was in his appartment making dinner for himself, he hummed along to the music that was floating through his living room to the kitchen as he chopped up some herbs he was needing for a recipe.
“Ah!” He yelped and hissed seeing the drop of blood pooling on his fingertip before running down his skin. Johnny rushed to the sink, reaching his unwounded hand out to turn on the tap.
But you had bet him to it.
“What did I tell you?” Your voice made him jump, suddenly finding you next to him with a first aid kit. You gently took his frozen with shock limb and pulled his wrist towards the running water, the blood eventually fading away.
Johnny was far too awestruck to pay attention to his bleeding hand, besides, you were the one paying attention to that. “Y/N…” he softly whispered and your gaze flickered to his. A smile slowly spreading over his face. “You came back.”
“That’s kinda what happens,” you began to explain. “I’m not repeating that whole speech I gave to you when you were nineteen.” You explained while trying to tend to his injuries. He watched you perfectly bandage up his finger. “You’ll live,” you said with a smirk, his hand still in front of you. “Don’t ask me to kiss it better. You’ll be pushing your luck.”
Johnny laughed, it made you smile. “Dang, I think it woulda helped…” he mock-inspected your skilful wrapping before looking to you with a softening gaze. “There’s so much I want, no, that I need to know.” He reached out and grabbed your hands. “Don’t leave me just yet.”
Your heart swelled as you sighed in defeat.
“I can stay for a little bit.”
Johnny nodded with a grin before turning back to his bloodied chopping board. He didn’t even have to ask you for help, you just did it. “So…no wings the last couple of times?” He dipped his toe in an unknown body of water, he looked away just as your eyes slowly rolled to look at him out the corners of your own.
“No wings, don’t always need them.” You casually replied and grabbed fresh herbs from the little planters he kept by his window- a gift from Sue. “I can feel you looking at me Storm…”
Johnny nervously laughed “I’m sorry! I swear!” He giggled as you playfully glared at him. “I just never imagined something like this…like you.” His voice because quiet when he spoke the last two words to you.
You began chopping, much more carefully than he was. “Everyone has one. Everyone needs one at some point in their life. I see the other guardian angels, you can’t. It’s a personal thing, no one really talks about it. I mean, would anyone believe you if you told them?” He sat down across from you on the breakfast bar, he quietly shook his head no with a sad smile as he admired you from the spot he was sitting at. “Exactly.” He watched as you finished off dinner for him, plating it up before placing it in front of him. “It’s a duty of mine to take care of you. That includes making sure you’re not bleeding out or enduring an empty stomach.” As if on queue, it began to grumble.
Johnny looked at his plate and then a distinctive lack of your own. “Who takes care of you?” He asked, hesitating for his cutlery.
You shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t need taking care of.”
He stood up, the noise of his scraping chair vibrating through your immortal soul as he grabbed a plate and served you what was left. “We all need taking care of.” He gently pushed you by the shoulder towards a chair beside his. You blinked, perplexed at his kindness. “Including you.” A soft smile graced your face as you sat down beside him. You both ate dinner in silence until he broke it again. “I like having you around. Having you near. Eases me more than you know.”
“Oh I know,” you snorted. “I know more about you than you think. Sadly doesn’t ease me, because I know if you need me you’re in danger.” Johnny leaned back on his chair hearing those words with a smug smirk on his face, before it was quickly wiped from his face when he leaned back too far and almost fell to the floor. The same feeling he got when he rode a rollercoaster swirled within his stomach as he braced himself for a fall that never came. He glanced down between his legs and found your hand griping onto his chair. “This is gonna be a long lifetime with you…” you sighed as you pulled him and his chair back.
“Lifetime? Like forever?” He asked with an almost excited tone.
“Yup, and sadly you’ve been assigned me.” You said, Johnny waved away your remarks. “I’ll grow old with you- well at least I hope I will. I need to keep you alive for as long as possible because when you die so do I.” Johnny sent you an unreadable expression. “Don’t worry Storm, it’s not all doom and gloom…here,” you passed him a pristine white feather, one from your wings. “That’s for emergency’s only. Hold it tight and think of me whenever you need me when you’re not in imminent danger.” You gently warned in the hopes he would call for you more often than hardly ever at all.
Johnny brought it to his heart “I promise.” He said with a smile, a promise that he couldn’t wait to break.
It had been less than twelve hours since you had left his appartment until he held the feather and called for you.
—•—
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, it came to a point where you had often found yourself staying at Johnnys appartment most times. There wasn’t a second that went by that you didn’t have him on your mind, and Johnny was the same.
He had made you dinner one evening, with candles and all. The second you took a bite of it, he broke the news to you.
“I accepted Reed’s offer.”
Your fork almost fell to your feet. A day you had been regretting, something deep within you told you that it had been on the horizon and in his mind for a while. But you had locked yourself in a room of denial over it.
“I’m convinced you secretly enjoy tormenting me with your never-ending pursuit for doing dangerous, life-threading things.” You mused, voice tight and glare focused on a speck of parsley he used to garnish the plate with in attempts to make it look fancy.
Johnny nervously chuckled “Yeah, well, I just like keeping you on your toes.”
You glared at him through your lashes. “This isn’t something to laugh at, Johnny. This is serious.” Your tone was flat one with a pinch of sternness and concern. He gulped at the sudden shift in mood. “This isn’t just going to grab milk. This is life and death, the amount of uncertain factors that’ll-”
“But I’ll have you!” He rose to his feet, cutting you off as he tried to make a case for himself.
Now you were the one laughing, but it wasn’t out of amusement as you also stood up. “Johnny, I was sent to protect you- not save you!” You cried out. “Not bring you back if god forbid you-” You placed your hand over your mouth, almost dying on the spot at the thought of his demise. “I can’t,” you softly whispered out. “I can’t even say it.”
Johnny bit the inside of his cheek, tears pricking his eyes. “Say it.” He bit out. Your eyes snapped to his watery ones, he challenged you as much as he wanted to wrap his arms around you and hug out whatever tiff you were both having. You silently shook your head no. “Are you just afraid you’ll die if I do?”
His words left his mouth before he had the chance to screen them. The second he heard them, his eyes widened, he reached his hands out as if he could catch them again but it was too late. You turned your back to him, just in enough time that he couldn’t see the tear stream down your cheek. “Fuck you, Johnny. Everything and anything I do is and always has been for you because it’s you I care about!” You said while waking away. Johnny attempted to follow you but by the time he turned the corner, you had disappeared.
He tightly squeezed the feather you had gave him in attempt to call you back.
You never answered.
—•—
You kept a close eye on him from above, but kept a distance.
You still intervened whenever he was about to get into trouble. Like when his hand almost jammed in the door and you pushed it open so it didn’t.
Or when you made sure that the wet spot on his kitchen floor was cleaned up because he could have slipped on it.
Or when you placed a blanket over him when he fell asleep on the couch with your feather in his hand and tear stains on his face.
You watched from above as he woke up, called out your name before slumping back to the plump cushions again with a sigh. He toyed with your feather, twirling it between his fingers before holding it close to his chest and looking up to the ceiling.
You drew your eyes away from him to look at the stars, silently pleading them that he’d be okay when he was amongst them in mere days. You felt uneasy at the thought of him being exposed to unimaginable dangers that came with space travel. The years you had spent protecting him, caring for him, they didn’t even come close to what he could face.
As the universe danced around you, you looked down upon the centre of your own.
—•—
“For someone who’s always wanted to go to space, you sure do look unimpressed…” Sue teased her brother as she joined him, their flight was eminent.
Johnny shrugged a shoulder as he stood in front of their spacesuits with his arms folded. He sighed and rubbed a hand over his tired face. “Didn’t sleep great.” He simply replied. Sue had blamed it on nerves but in reality anytime he closed his eyes all he saw was you, moments of you smiling across the room or laughing at a ridiculous joke he had made. “Do you have someone?” He asked Sue whose eyebrows furrowed at the vague question.
“What do you mean?” She asked, almost mimicking the same pose as her brother.
“She was right,” Johnny softly whispered to himself while dismally chuckling. “No one believes anyone…” he turned to Sue with a sad smile and realised his sister was far too sensible and not as reckless with life as he was that she probably didn’t need or have a guardian angel. “Never mind.”
She didn’t pry any further and left her brother to mull and muse in his own company.
“I have Reed.” She said by the door, when Johnny looked over his shoulder at her. His features became unreadable for a moment until he sent his sister a smile. She left without another word. Johnnys mind was reeling over what she had said, that she had her husband, the person she loved more than anything else in the world, the universe even, the person she would give up everything for to care and protect him.
Johnnys eyes widened when it dawned on him.
How his feelings slapped him suddenly and fast all at once then grabbed his shoulders to shake him. He reached into the pocket and squeezed the feather, as tight as he possibly could. It turned his knuckles as white as the feather itself. “I’m sorry…” his voice cracked as he let it do go when you didn’t appear.
Twelve hours later he was in a spacesuit.
“You’ve came a long away from falling out a tree…”
Johnny swiftly turned on his heels to find you standing there in his prep room with a small smile on your face.
“I didn’t think I’d see you again…” his eyes filled with tears as he rushed towards you, his arms wrapped around you and he engulfed you in a tight hug.
“I told you. You’re stuck with me.” You smiled and embraced him too before pulling back. “I’m proud of you.”
“It wasn’t fair, what I said to you. Especially when you’re just trying to take care of me.” He dismally told you. “I’m sorry.”
“I know. It’s okay.” you nodded. “I’ll be watching over you. Always.” You placed your hand on his helmet, your palm against the glass as he placed it head to it. You let out a soft huff of amused air when his head hit against the glass with a gentle thud as he tried to reach your hand.
“Y/N I wanted to tell you that-”
“Embarkment is commencing, Johnny.” Reed appeared in the doorframe, his voiced caused Johnny to turn to his brother-in-law. “Time to go.”
When he turned back to you, you had already gone.
As he and the three others made their way to the ship, they turned back and faced the cheering crowd sending them smiles and waving back to the well wishers.
Johnny recognised a face in the crowd, one he could practically see the halo shining over as bright as the smile was being sent in his direction.
—•—
You drifted mindlessly through the cosmos as Johnny did.
You never strayed too far, just past some stars that shone down on him. They had been adjusting to life there for four days now.
Then you felt a new sensation, one that you had no comprehension of.
He was safe but at the same time he wasn’t.
It sent a chill down your neck and a churning in your stomach as you made your way to the ship, finding him in a secluded section of the craft checking over gauges without his clunky spacesuit on. “Johnny?”
He instantly froze and turned, finding you with your feet on the floor while he floated. You still held an air of gravity around you. Johnny gravitated towards you like you were the centre of his.
“What are you doing here?” He smiled before it dropped along with his tone. The feather remained in his pocket yet he hadn’t reached for it. “What are you doing here?” His shift in voice and wandering eyes caused a whirlwind of nerves in you, almost like his worry was being absorbed by you. He knew your instantaneous appearance was never a good sign.
“I don’t know…” you looked around and then to him not finding any cause for concern or danger. “I’ve never felt like this before. I don’t know how to describe it…like I should be protecting you from something that’s not going to cause you harm…” you trailed off.
He floated towards you and you caught him just as he stumbled towards your frame, not quite adjusting to zero gravity just yet. You held his arms tightly as his feet still remained a few inches off the floor while his face was millimetres away from yours. “I’m alright, even better with you here,” he softly admitted, you bashfully smiled and looked to his floating feet. “I’ve never felt like this before.” He quietly told you and you finally found the strength to look in his eyes. “I don’t know how to describe it…” he slowly leaned in.
And then an alarm went off and panicked cries of ‘what is that?’ Filled the shuttle.
Johnny gripped you tighter as you looked at him with watery eyes feeling the sense of danger and dread engulfing you.
“I-I don’t know how to save you!” Your voice shook. “I don’t know how to help!” You cried and tried to find some sort of solution to something unknown.
But Johnny had pulled you back into his arms, he looked oddly calm. “I’m gonna be okay.” He replied.
You shook your head as your fingers sunk into his forearms. “How can you be so sure?!”
He softly smiled and pulled you closer, your feet now off the ground as you drifted in space with him.
“Because you’re here with me.”
He leaned in and kissed you.
Just as a cosmic storm kissed him.
—•—
You watched as snow fell from the sky and flakes landed on your skin.
“You’re gonna catch a cold…” a soft chiding came from behind you.
Johnny wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his chin on your shoulder as you stood on the balcony of the Baxter Building. You leaned back and smiled. “I got a good fire to keep me warm.” You felt his chest press against your back as he chuckled and peppered kisses to your cheek.
“Hey that comes with a fee,” he teased and turned you to face him.
“I’m willing to pay the price,” you smirked and then captured his lips with your own. That was until a beeping noise disturbed you both. Johnny groaned and sent you a sympathetic smile. “Duty calls I guess…” you gave him a brief peck.
“I guess it does but hey,” he jumped off the building and you screamed in fear, Johnny laughing as he turned on his flame and floated in front of you, an unimpressed glare being shot his way as you became accustomed to his new powers. “I can keep myself in plenty of trouble.”
You rolled your eyes before what he said hit you. “Wait! No you can’t!”
Warnings: Smut! MDNI 18+. Unprotected sex, Oral (M rec), dirty talk, spanking, sweating, near death experience, some violence, mentions of blood/killing- not proofread!
A.N: Din Djarin could bring me to my kneessssssss
Inspired by Hozier’s ‘Take me to Church’ enjoy 🫶🏻
Please let me know what else you guys would like! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨
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Din double checked his card to ensure all was in order.
A bounty that near enough took him across the galaxy to the outer rim, lawless planets with lawless people.
He hated it beyond belief, but a job was a job.
And this job payed well.
He had to have a second and then a third take at how many credits he was going to be paid for this one bounty.
An Imperial Grand Moff bounty was rare to come by, it virtually fell into Din’s lap by chance. As Din’s ship hit the atmosphere of a planet on the far side of the outer rim belt, he suddenly felt out of place when the land came into view. The glamour and wealth hit his ship like gunfire. He scoffed to himself while landing in a forest on the edge of the city where he’d find person on the bounty card he was given. He didn’t have a face yet, only the surname of the Grand Moff, making his task that evermore challenging.
He fought his way through branches and shrubs before coming to the wall of a grand mansion, he hit his helmet to try and use its infrared ability to gauge how many people were there. It was more than he was expecting, it looked as if there was a party happening. He had two choices now- crash it or embrace it.
He chose both.
Din walked in like he belonged there, at first catching some perplexed and snooty looks from the guests before they became so absorbed in their own self again that he began to blend in.
“Well, I see you got the dress code.” A lighthearted sarcastic voice lingered around his helmet and he turned around, his eyes looking up and down a figure with a glass in hand and a face that looked like the stars kissed each night wearing a red dress that perfectly accentuated every curve. It probably was worth more credits than this job would pay Din. “I may not to able to see your face but I can tell you need a drink. Hold on.” He watched as someone approached you both upon the click of your fingers, you spoke to them while your eyes remained locked on Din.
“I can’t drink. I’m on the job.” Din said in a monotone voice. “Thank you though.”
“Don’t you just hate parties?” Din was unsure if you were being rhetoric or not so remained silent, you walked forward into a quiet room away from the crowd, Din couldn’t help but follow you. “Sometimes it’s nice to take a break away from these people,” you both ended on a balcony lit just enough to see each other and the twinkling night sky. “Everyone here is diabolical beyond belief.” You huffed and took a drink.
“Even you?” He questioned, half in jest, half with a tight, serous tone.
Your soft laugh sent a chill down his spine that the breeze in the air couldn’t complete with. “Oh, I’m the worst.” Your wide grin sent him conflicting messages- was that true or was that a joke? “So, a Mandalorian floating around the outer rim…must be an elusive job you have. I can’t recall ever meeting your kind before.”
Din shrugged “I take what I can.” He remained blasé, still untrusting of his scenario and of you.
You moved forward ever so slightly, casually leaning an elbow on the balcony and facing him, practically pushing your body into him. “What do you like taking…?” Your voice had dropped an octave as your eyelashes sent him a soft flutter.
He didn’t know what compelled him to match the energy you radiated but he did, looking you up and down intently as he replied.
“Anything I can get my hands on.”
A soft clearing of a throat disturbed you both and you stood up straighter, it was the same person you asked to fetch a drink for him. You silently motioned for him to pass it over to Din who took it before you silently moved your hand to shoo them away again. “Well, cheers to that.” You clinked your glass against his and you took a sip. Din’s remained clutched in his hand. “I’ll give you two an intimate moment together.” You smirked, nodding at the drink in his clutches and walked off. “Maybe we’ll bump into each other again tonight after you’ve got your lips around the finest liquor in the Galaxy.”
Din waited for a moment to ensure he was truly alone. He raised the bottom of his helmet up and downed the golden liquid. A new surge of confidence running through his veins. He placed the glass down along with his helmet and tried to find you again, hoping you could could help him find the bounty, and if you couldn’t, at least he’d get to see you in that dress again.
As he padded through the halls of the elaborate mansion he listened to the guests, the liquor loosening their lips. “I can’t believe this party, isn’t it fantastic?! The Grand Moff is a wonderful host.”
Din stopped dead in his tracks.
He approached the couple suddenly rolling their heads in roaring laughter over something pretentious they’d said. “Sorry, this is the Grand Moff’s party?” They nodded with an expressionless glare, as if Din’s mere presence was an inconvenience to them. “Where can I find them?”
They shrugged, claiming to not have seen the person Din was desperately seeking yet, so he desperately sought out the only person who paid him any attention. After unsuccessful searching, he was about to give up and attempt a new lead when he spotted a flash of red, his heart skipping a beat as he rushed to catch up with you.
He all but crashed into you and you giggled “Oh, if it isn’t my little Mandalorian friend. How was the drink?” You asked as you sauntered around a table full of food.
“I appreciated it.” He said in his robotic tone, you smiled to yourself. “Where can I find the Grand Moff? Do you know where he is?”
You took a sip of a bubbling drink and send him a bemused smile. “He? That’s presumptuous of you.” You said with pursed lips. “But you are correct. He’s over there.” You pointed lazily, Din stood up a little straighter. He was about to walk off and collar the sorry son-of-bitch standing joking in the corner with a crisp suit and wrinkles by his eyes that were no doubt a result of his restless nights after all the torment he was responsible of when you called out again. “You don’t mix business with pleasure do you?” His eyebrow raised, not like you could see it but you carried on talking to answer him as if you did. “Only if you’re going to crash this party to the ground, can you at least wait until I’m finished my drink first?” Din looked back to the man who hadn’t moved. “He’s not going anywhere.”
“And why should I trust you?” He asked tilting his head.
You sent him a smile, flashing your teeth. “It’s his party. Why would he leave?”
He half smiled at your reasoning, still not convinced. “Well what if he catches wind that I’m here for him? He’d run.” He justified.
“I won’t tell,” you jokingly held out your hand with your pinky extended, awaiting for him to take it. “I promise.” Din looked at your outstretched hand, gold kissed fingers glimmering like you were the sunlight. He entwined his own pinky around yours and you tightly gripped it, pulling him forward ever so slightly with a smirk on your face. “What’s your name?” You asked.
“Why do you want to know?” He countered.
You shrugged a shoulder, finally letting go of his pinky and taking a long, slow sip of your drink. “Just making polite chit-chat with another guest.”
“What’s your name?”
“Ah!” You placed your glass down, it still had another mouthful in it. Din held off but grew impatient knowing his target was directly behind him. “I asked you first.”
“It’s Din Djarin.” He told you. “What’s yours?”
You took the glass and swiftly finished your drink, your neck arching back as the bubbles burst in your throat. “I’ll tell you when you manage to catch him, I’ve finished my drink and he’s walking away.” Din tensed and hurriedly tried to catch the Grand Moff without causing too much of a scene, he really didn’t want things to get messy, plus he had to bring the Grand Moff in ideally alive.
“Hey!” Din called out and the man turned around with a puzzled look on his face. Din whipped out his cuffs and placed them around his wrists, the man pulling and fighting back on the spot.
“What is the meaning of this?!” He cried.
“There’s a bounty on your head for your crimes as an Imperial General Moff and-“
The man cut him off “What on this earth are you talking about?!” He scoffed. “I’m the mayor of this city! A guest of the Grand Moff! She invited me to this party and I don’t expect to be treated like this!” He yelped as he fought against Din’s hold.
It faltered and so did his voice. “She?”
“Yes of course! Do you even know who you’re looking for?! It certainly isn’t me!” He barked, still cuffed and in Din’s grasp. “She’s about here somewhere- she’s the only one wearing a red dress!”
Din instantly felt sick.
He was perfectly played.
He swiftly removed the cuffs and ran around the corner to where he saw you and that red dress last. All that remained was an empty glass.
“Dank farrik!” Din cursed and frantically began searching every room in the mansion. His feet came to a sudden stop when he saw the balcony again, only this time it has silk sheets wrapped around it. He bolted to it and looked down to the gardens below finding nothing but the end of the sheet blowing gently in the wind.
His bounty in the red dress had fled.
—•—
You ran into the forest, lungs burning after a short while as the air became colder as the night drew out. The Mandalorian was after you, and you knew from the stories you’d heard about the ancient creed that he could and would likely be merciless.
It felt like your luck was changing however when you came across a ship. Hijacking it would certainly be the mildest of your crimes. You entered the ship and sat down, trying your best to find a button to start it up and get the thing airborne.
You flicked a switch and it turned on, letting out a sigh of relief that you’d manage to escape.
That was premature however as a cool, hard item created pressure at the back of your head. “D…don’t y…you dare m…move.” Deep breathless pants came from behind you. “Or your head…or your head ends up in pieces on the controls.” His breathing steadied and you slowly raised up your hands and steadily swivelled around in the chair to come face to face with the Mandalorian again.
“Seems like my past has finally caught up with me,” your face remained stoic as you looked into the barrel of his blaster before flickering your eyes up to him. “I never did give you my name…”
“I know it now,” he tossed his capture card onto your crimson lap. “Grand Moff Y/L/N.” You tentatively took the card, a faceless one with nothing but your surname. He found you when countless of others failed, if the odd one did manage to end up in the same room as you, it ended in a worser fate for them.
“What do you want?” You asked. “Credits? I’ll give you more than this job is worth.” Din let out a dry laugh, his blaster still in the same spot. “This planet is full of opportunities for you, I have the power to ensure that happens.”
“I’m bringing you in. Nothing will convince me to change my mind.” He hissed and holstered his weapon and grabbed your wrists with one hand before dragging you to the small brig on board his ship. He took a long hard look at the sight, the vivid red of your dress pouring out from between the bars.
What surprised Din most was how calm you remained, at this point people would be clawing at the bars, but you remained as composed and as elegant as you were at the party. Just as he went to turn back to the cock pit, he stopped hearing your voice again. “You don’t think I’ve had bounty hunters on my tail for years?” Din looked over his shoulder and then turned, slowly approaching you, his eyebrows furrowing together. “I know how to get out of a mess.”
“Well, you’re deep in this one aren’t you?” He bit back.
You smirked “It seems so.” You looked around your so-called prison cell. “You’ve been the only one to ever catch me.”
Din let out an unamused snort. “Almost didn’t thanks to your little stint and your effortless lies.” That brought a smile to your face, one that sent a chill down Din’s spine. He left to start up his ship and leave the planet and take you to those wanting your head on a platter- which after your reckless rouse he wanted that for himself. As he hit the vastness of space and was about to jump to light-speed, he heard a racket from below. He grumbled and rushed down, a jolt of fear shocking his body when he found you face down on the floor. “Hey.” He called out and sauntered forward. “HEY!” He called out louder again when he didn’t get a response.
Din reached his hand in between the bars to try and pull you forward, your body limp and lifeless. He was secretly regretting not taking your offer now if you were lying dead on his ship floor. But before he could react, you tightly gripped his arm and pulled him forward, Din’s armour hit the bars with a crash as he fell to his knees, you grabbed his blaster and stood up with it in your hand and pointed it at his head. “You don’t think I’ve prepared for this day?” You asked and Din attempted to move “Stay down!”
Din let out a bemused laugh shaking his head, his eyes locked to the red fabric. “How much blood spilled to dye your dress?”
You bit the inside of your lip as your eyes narrowed at his out-of-the-blue question. But you answered him. “More than you’d care to imagine.” Din chortled, again, without an ounce of humour in it. “I’m passionate about my job. Is that such a crime?”
“It is when it’s responsible for the death of thousands of people.” He all but spat out.
“Collateral damage.” You sneered. “I did what I had to in order to survive. You’re in no place to judge me. How much blood have you spilled?” You snarled, crouching down and pressing the blaster to his helmet, it and you wanting an answer.
Din felt a tightening sensation in his throat, you made a valid point, but he didn’t think it would have caused such an adverse reaction within him. “Probably enough to make you a dozen dresses like the one you have on.” He said, his voice tight.
He coughed and then did it again. A wicked smirk grazing your face. “I’m glad you liked your drink, Din. It may be the last one you’ll have.” He tried to inhale a lungful of air but it didn’t reach them, he then clawed at his neck thinking it would help but he ended up falling to the floor, realisation sinking in that his drink was tainted with a poison of some sort. “If you let me out I can save you.” You cooly spoke, watching him struggle you showed him a case with a pill in it that was tucked into the side of your dress.
Din’s breathing became rougher and more laboured by the minute. He was backed into a corner with little to no choice. The soft click of the opening lock granted you freedom, you slowly stepped out and tossed him the case. “E-yes closed!” He shouted. You knew Mandalorians were mysterious creatures, their removal of their helmet was forbid.
“What happens if I open them?” You queried with the gun still pointed to a writhing Din.
“Then I’ll have to kill you.” He croaked, fingers fumbling to open the case that contained the pill.
You kneeled down over him, gun still gripped in one hand as you took the case from him and opened it. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” You ignored his ask and didn’t close your eyes, but raised up his helmet just enough to see his mouth, as downright evil as you were, you still respected his creed virtues. You placed the pill into his mouth and he swallowed it quickly. “Besides,” you lowered your face closer to his lips, his chiselled jaw so sharp you were almost convinced that you’d cut yourself on it. “I’m worth more alive.” Your hot breath fanned over the bottom half of his face, lips millimetres from his own.
Din was frozen in place and on fire at the same time. His breathing slowly started to ease and you pushed down his helmet again. You stood, leaving him on the ground but before you could attempt a chance at getting away, he grabbed you by your ankles with his hands and dragged you down to the same level he was at. You hit the ground with a thud and a groan, dropping his blaster in the process.
Din pinned you down against the floor of his ship, it was then he truly realised he had completely underestimated your power. You had mustered enough strength to flip him over, even in his armour to pin him to the position you were in mere seconds before. You grunted and screamed as he tried to fight you back, straddling his waist and tightly gripping to the gaps his armour created down his arms.
You were done playing nice after that.
“Enough Y/L/N!” Din yelped when you inadvertently pinched him. “It’s coming off!” The panicked tone in his voice even made your cold, dead heart skip a beat. His helmet raised the more he moved and struggled under you.
“Well then, I won’t be the only one in this room who lives in shame and sin.” You gritted out watching his helmet raise over his mouth and nose and then to his eyes. The two of you locking on to each others. Din stopped fighting, his fate sealed, you stopped gripping and sat back coming face to face with your handsome bounty hunter. That’s when he caught you off guard and slammed your back down to the floor again, you cried out as the pain spread through your body. Din let out a roar of anger and tossed his helmet to the side in annoyance and anger.
Tears were welling in both your eyes, visions blurred at the ordeal. You had prepared for bounty hunters, but nothing could prepare you for Din Djarin.
“This could have been avoided,” he looked down, eyes widening at your dress that was ripped and torn, exposing your upper thighs and cleavage from the fighting. Din intently watched for a moment your chest falling and rising, with each breath, the closer you felt. “Were you born sick?” He asked.
“I told you, I did what I had to in order to survive. I got my hands on everything and anything- just like you.” Din sat back off you, almost struggling to peel himself away from your frame. “Maybe my knife was sharper. Maybe I worshiped wrongly. Maybe I had to fight for my place at the table more. Maybe I didn’t command me to be well…” you sighed, a tear finally zooming down your cheek like the shooting stars you used to look up to as a child. “Maybe I’m just so tired of running.” You whispered and wiped it away.
“Maybe we aren’t so different.”
You looked up to Din after hearing his words, head hung in shame as he evaluated with you on the floor of his ship his life up until now. “It’s Y/N.” You said and Din raised a brow. “My name is Y/N.” Silence encapsulated the ship before you spoke again. “This is bleak.” You signed and Din had never resonated with a statement more. He tore his gaze away from the ground and took you in for a moment, maybe you were the last true mouthpiece, maybe you were sent by the stars, maybe it was the red dress, maybe he was born sick too.
He reached his hand out and placed it on your knee, gently brushing the dirt away. He suddenly felt very alone with you in the galaxy. “I need to take you in.”
“No you don’t. If you do I’ll escape anyway. We’ll be back to where we are now.” You moved your legs, widening them slightly so his hand fell into the space created between them. “Only I’ll be more pissed off.”
Din let out a small amused huff and a ghost of a smirk graced your face. “Would that be such a bad thing?” He lowly asked and your eyes widened ever so slightly. “You in a red dress on the floor of my ship? The anything I got my hands on…” you swallowed hard when Din’s eyes bore into yours. “I could have you begging on your knees and asking for forgiveness, or asking me to let you go again?”
“An endless game of cat and mouse.” You matched his tone. “And I’m afraid it would be you who’d be the one begging. Only in worship over me so you don’t become my sacrificial lamb on an alter built by me.” You leaned closer to Din, his breath hitching in sudden surprise. “Maybe our gentle sins are our sweetest innocence, and maybe, just maybe, they only apply to you and I. Just here. Just now.” You whispered, eyes flickering back and forth to his lips that started to quiver. “Let me go and I didn’t see a thing. I’ll pay you double- no triple- the credits and we will never see each other again.”
Din swiftly gripped the back of your neck and pulled you forward, your mouths viciously crashing against one another’s with muffled moans filling the air like chants begging for every sinful mark cast against your both to be washed away by the other. You fell back again, Din on top as he frantically roamed his hands over the fabric of the dress, ripping off his gloves to feel the silky threads under his calloused hands.
Your hands flew to his face gently caressing every fine line on it, your legs entwining with his as you used your strength and his distracted self to roll him over, allowing you to sit up on top of him, the two of you catching your breaths in the silent ship. Din reached the bodice of your dress and tore through it with his strong arms revealing an even deeper red lingerie set underneath. He moaned at the sight and you fell to him, kissing his soft lips, you opened your mouth and his tongue danced with yours as your fingers thread between his tousled hair. “We shouldn’t.” Din murmured against your skin as he tired to remove more of his clothing.
“Then we won’t.” The two of you continued kissing.
“This is a bad idea,” he said as you removed the armour covering his chest with his help.
“The worst idea.” You smirked and kissed him once more. “But then again, I’m the worst of the worst.” Din couldn’t help but succumb to you with a smile as the rest of his clothes came off. Your bra strap somehow lodging between teeth his teeth, allowing him to playfully snap it before you took it off for him, tossing it in his face. He groaned in delight at the sight of you on top of him, you took his wrists in your hands and pinned them above his head, your breasts grazing against his face. He dragged the tip of his tongue over the soft flesh and headed nipple causing you to let out a gasp feeling the heat of his mouth dissipate over your skin. You leaned into him, using him already for as much gratification you could get. As if this was your next seat of power.
Din felt every vein in his body burn, his head screaming no, his hips screaming yes. He pressed them into your lacy underwear and you gasped feeling his bulging length press into you.
He slowly started to move his hips, the gentle grinding sensation created friction against your core and you let out a gritted moan as he continued to lap at your breast still angled perfectly in front of his mouth. You dipped your head back down and captured his lips, Din’s hands reached the back of your thighs and he increased the pace of his grinding, the two of you moaning into the other’s mouth. “I wanna worship you,” his rational mind was on the outside of his ship floating in space. “I want to worship you in my bedroom.” He all but growled and took your bottom lip between his teeth and managed to lift you to his bed while his lips remained glued to yours.
He tossed you down, you tossed your underwear at him and Din choked on thin air. “I’m glad you didn’t die. Sorry I tired to kill you.” You half joked.
Din raised a brow and grabbed you softly by the neck, bringing you back onto the floor and on to your knees. “Beg me for forgiveness.” He ripped off the bottom half of his armour, his hardened cock almost hitting you in the face as you understood what exactly he was asking for. You smiled and opened your mouth, he didn’t wait the time it would have took you to reach him, Din thrust himself into your mouth. His cock hit the back of your throat causing you to gag on him which made him moan. He looked down at you, your eyes watering as you moved your head back and forth, your tongue brushing up and down his shaft and grazing against his protruding vein.
Din took a fistful of your hair and arched his head back as he met your mouth with the jolting of his hips. You let out a strained groan and moved your head back a little his cock resting on your tongue as he looked down and watched it reappear and disappear into your mouth, soaking every inch of him. He closed his eyes, feeling himself start to falter the moment a new feeling washed over him. He widely opened them again and searched in your ones, seeing stars as he did, and you already knowing what exactly he was thinking and what he was about to do.
You kept going, didn’t stop even when he cried out his pleading chants. You were seeing your ask for forgiveness through until the end - or rather end of him. Din spilled out over your tongue, down the back of your throat and on your lips. He pulled back and kept himself upright on the wall while catching his breath, almost struggling as much as he was earlier.
You sat back against his bed, he watched you as you took the tip of your finger and pushed the salty white ribbons over your lips into your mouth and sucking your finger dry and humming as the sweet aftertaste lingered. “Am I forgiven?”
“Almost,” Din scooped you up, too desperate to have you and waste time by getting both your bodies back into the bed. He wrapped your legs around his bare waist and kissed you, tasting himself and you on his tongue. He then sunk you down on his cock while holding you, you let it a cry feeling him stretch you out, Din almost coming again as your pussy practically suffocated him. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight!” He hissed. He bounced you up and down on his length, you let out a wild laugh feeling him inside you and releasing sheer pleasure thought your entire body.
“F-fuck! Yes!” You screamed, the small confines of his ship almost vibrating from your shrieks. Din carried on his rhythmic pace, his showmanship of strength by fucking you while standing up making you even more feral for him, clawing at his back and leaving memories of you for when you weren’t going to be around his cock.
“You’re so, so, fucking evil.” He panted and you grinned before yelping when he spanked your ass. “How have you managed to get me into this position?” Another spank like cracked like thunder.
“Stop complaining, Din and just cum in my pussy like I know you wanted to since you first saw me.” You kissed him with a grin and he growled, hating that you pretended to knew him already- but it was true. He spanked you again and you shrieked in delight, wanting to leave his own mark on you before also grazing his teeth over your neck and sinking them into it.
The noise you were making was something he wish he was recording to listen to on lonely nights out in space. Especially when you hit your climax, “C’mon, squeeze my cock with that little pussy of yours. I wanna feel it for weeks, I want you to cum for me.” He wiped away the hair on your sweat drenched forehead, “I need you to cum for me, Y/N.” The first time your first name left your mouth was sweet, almost whispered, like he was calling out a scared prayer. He pressed his forehead to yours and did again. “Please cum for me Y/N, I need you to do that for me.”
You did just as he asked, a rarity- you taking orders from someone else. You came, crying out his name, your lungs burning as oxygen left your system. Din watched you through it before succumbing to his own again as you virtually drained him like you were draining the whole sea, filling you up and letting it fall from you when he finally pulled out.
He placed you down gently before falling to his knees, looking to his helmet that was cast aside and then feeling immense shame. Din looked up to the ceiling of his ship asking for silent forgiveness from a higher power.
“They won’t help you.” His prayers broken- or perhaps answered when you spoke and peered at him from the lip of his bed. “Trust me. I’ve asked.” Your eyes fell, your own sins spilling out on his sheets like he was spilling out down your leg.
Din sighed and nodded, moving forward and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. He moved to sit beside you, you body curling up onto his thigh, your nose nuzzling against his skin and doe eyes looking up to his through fluttering eyelashes. Din gently stroked your hair, as if that would wash away the fact there was still a bounty on your head.
“I need to take you in.”
“And I need you in me.” You mewed. “But we both know that’s a bad idea.”
“Only one of those points is a bad idea…and it isn’t the latter,” you smirked at his response, enjoying watching his little quirks and expressions now that you had the privilege of seeing his face. You watched him form a plan, thinking in front of your very eyes. “I have to take someone in…” he pictured the faceless card with nothing but your surname on it. He lay down by your side, his bedsheets pooling around you both, he started to drown in sin as his suggestion left his mouth. “But that doesn’t mean it has to be you.”
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As you watched from the balcony of your house Din’s ship leave the atmosphere, the remnants of your red dress on the floor of your room as you wrapped your robe around your frame, Din listened to the shoutings of his the mayor he met earlier who was now his ‘Grand Moff’ bounty as he watched the credits roll in with a message attached.
‘Happy for you to take absolutely anything you want to get your hands on next time you find yourself crashing my party- Y/N.’
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Part II - The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived- Coming soon
Warning: some swearing, mentions of drinking, nothing major in this chapter, as always lyrics are in block italics- not proofread
A.N: Another week another instalment! A slightly shorter chapter that builds up to next week! I hope you guys enjoy 🫶🏻
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“Penny for your thoughts, Y/L/N?” Han asked, instantly snapping you out your transfixed gaze as you watched Din speak to Maz at the bar. “Or five dollars if they’re dirty…” he smirked.
You scoffed and pushed him away “You’re a creep, Solo.”
His laugh echoed around you and you busied yourself by pretending to tune your guitar. The four of you were deep into practice for this coming week’s gig. Din had convinced Maz to give them all day Wednesday- not just the evening- and Fridays in the bar to practice, with the amount of money the band had been raking in, Maz was happy to accommodate the best part of her day for you guys.
You couldn’t help but softly smile as Din climbed to the stage with a groan, his age showing itself before he would ever be willing to show it, then leaping up and suddenly letting a single clap leave his hands. “Okay, we good to go?” He asked and everyone positively hummed. “Let’s start with your choice Boba- sound good?”
Boba nodded and everyone got into position before Han counted you all in with the loud clacking of his drumsticks. The second the first beat was played you all instantly harmonised, it was as effortless as breathing. Your few weeks of being on stage with the band felt like you had been always destined to be between the bassist, in front of the drummer and to the left hand side of the lead.
You felt like a Mandalorian.
You glanced over to Din, hands practically suffocating the microphone as he serenaded it. You watch as lips brushed against it every now and then, gentle and with complete purpose. You cleared your throat and shook your thoughts from your head just as you strummed the last chord. He glanced up at you, a smile on his face as he remained holding the microphone while your plectrum fell from your fingers at the sight.
“Shit, sorry,” you mumbled as you quickly picked it up and began mindlessly strumming and pretending to tweak your guitar strings to warm up for the next song. “What’s next?”
Before anyone had realised, it was approaching 9pm when the four of you called it a day on practice.
“Okay we’ll meet here Friday again, midday?” Din suggested and everyone hummed in agreement. Boba was the first to leave you all, eager to get back to his wife.
You placed away your guitar and left it backstage, the bar would be secure enough to keep it there for a few nights and saved you from having to haul it around. “Y/N, you want me to pick you up on Friday?” Han asked.
“Sure, saves taking two cars I guess.” You grabbed your things. “I’ll text you when I’m outta class.” You told him while putting on your coat.
“How are you getting home tonight?” Din’s voice traveled across the space between you both, lingering in the air before it reached your ears. You blinked once and then twice at the concerned undertone. Han looked to him and then to you as the two men awaited your response.
“O-oh I’ve got my car around the corner, I’ll just drive home.” You sent him a thin smile.
“That’s good. Good.” He replied and another silence filled the space. Only this time it made the air thicker than it usually felt.
You cleared your throat to disrupt it. “Guess I’ll see you both later! Goodnight.”
The second the door shut Han’s head snapped to Din. “Shit, maybe Boba was right…” he murmured and shook his head. When Din questioned his muttering with a raised brow, Han simply replied, “Oh nothing. Nothing at all…” he trailed off and placed his drumsticks in his backpack with a smirk on his face.
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Han graciously picked up Din while on his way to pick up you from your university.
The drummer mindlessly tapped on his steering wheel a barely comprehensible tune while trying to find a parking space near the university grounds. “She’ll be in her usual spot.” Han killed the cars ignition and unbuckled his belt. “You comin’?”
Din jolted in the seat and fumbled with the belt as he hurried to exit the car and catch up with Han who knew the familiar layout of your college grounds.
Din took it all in, the grand building, the people with backpacks slung over their shoulders and arms full of books. He never dreamt of going to college, after he finished high school he already had a life set out for himself- and then he decided to disappoint his parents when he wanted to be the frontman of a band.
He heard you laugh before he saw you, the unmistakable flutter of giggles that instantly caused goosebumps on his arms. Then he saw you, ankles crossed while propped up on your elbows on a picnic blanket that protected you from the grass underneath, sun hitting your face as you laughed again.
As if a higher power was allowing it to happen.
Din felt his breath caching at the sight and his legs momentarily froze, Han didn’t notice his stunned friend and waved over to you. You noticed Din standing next to him, a small smile forming on your face. “I’ll catch you later Lei,” you pecked your cousin on the cheek and grabbed your book from beside your thigh before standing up.
“Have fun! I’ll see you tonight having the time of your life!” Her playful tone brought an amused grunt from your lips.
Din watched as you walked towards them across the campus, book under your arm and bag slung over your shoulder. Time had suddenly slowed for him. “Were you with Leia?” Han asked and you rolled your eyes, the voice of Han bringing Din out from his trance.
“Wow, nice to see you too,” you blew a raspberry watching him stand on his tiptoes to catch a glimpse of her. “Hey Din.” You were pleasantly surprised to find him already looking at you. He sent you a small nod in acknowledgement. “We should go, yeah?” You hadn’t suggested but stated to the two men who agreed, practically pulling Han along and playfully pushing him forward.
He remained a few steps ahead of you and Din. The singers arm casually bumping against yours every so often. “What are you reading?” He finally spoke, feeling an unfamiliar strain in his chest that left with them.
“Oh,” you glanced down to the book under your arm and reached for it, holding it out to him. “World’s greatest love poems- good inspiration for one of my classes.” He nodded just as you tucked it under your arm again. “Excited for tonight?” You asked, making general chit chat.
“Yeah, should be fun. It’s always a great night with you…you guys of course.” He tightly smiled and placed a hand in his pocket when he felt his fingers involuntarily start to fidget from nervousness. When you approached Han’s car, Din jogged ahead and opened the passengers door. You went to reach for the handle of the backseat door but he held out his hand. “Oh I opened it for you, you sit in front.” You stood on the spot and stared at the car, taking more time than intended to process what he had said. Din motioned his hand with a smile “I insist.”
“Well, thank you.” You sent him a thankful nod as you sat down and he shut the door. You turned to see Han with a wide grin on his face. “What?” You snappishly whispered just as Din got in the back of the car. “Pass me the aux.” Han groaned but wasn’t reluctant in passing you the chord. Music began to drift through his car, Din watched you intently from the back seat as you tapped your fingertips against your thighs and lyrics spilled from your lips while A-Punk by Vampire Weekend was playing. Then an idea formed in his head.
The three of you made it to Maz’s and started your set up on the stage, Boba was already there.
“You might have been right,” Han shared a moment with Boba. “There might be something.”
Boba let out a snort “Firstly, I’m always right.” Han playfully rolled his eyes at the comment. “Secondly, will either of them notice and actually do something about it?” Han hummed. “Speaking of doing something about it, have you finally asked Leia out?”
Han hushed him, glancing over to you. “If you say that loud enough she’ll kick my ass!” He motioned over to you.
“Don’t tempt me.” Boba replied. “Well? Have you?”
“It’s a fine art asking a woman of such high calibre out.” He longingly sighed before reality hit him again when Din approached them both. “What’s up, man?”
Din briefly looked over his shoulder to you, a small smile graced his face as he caught you chatting to Maz. “Thought we could play ‘Campus’ by Vampire Weekend.” He was met with silent stares and sporadic blinking. “Yanno, since we listened to them in the car, Han.” He continued to speak to the same expressions. “And that’s where we picked her up- on a college campus… I thought it would be pretty apt?” Han and Boba blinked again this time in unison. “Y/N seemed to like them, I’m guessing she would know how to play a couple of their songs.” He looked over to you again, you were blissfully unaware at his blabbering. “Think that’s one that we could do for her, we could surprise her, I think she’d like it.” Han and Boba shared a knowing smirk that was oozing with smugness. “What’s with your weird faces?” Din virtually grimaced as he walked away.
The bar was packed again and the crowd was keeping the momentum of the energy you all needed alive. You were about an hour deep into the set, exhausted but thrilled but it all yet again. You casually wiped away the beads of sweat that kissed your hairline and grabbed sips of water were you could, your fingers skilfully plucking and strumming each string with precision all night that it almost left guitar string marks on your fingertips.
Boba’s beats kept your timing on point, Han’s drumming caused your foot to tap along with each hit, and Din’s voice danced between the notes and created goosebumps over your arms with each word sung.
“Wow! You guys havin’ a good time?” Din spoke to the crowd who let out another enormous cheer, the smile from the noise engulfed your face. You were getting ready to bow out for the night before Din caught you off-guard. “You’ve been a great crowd…so great that I think we could do one more song for you guys…” the crowd went wild again but your head snapped to Han and Boba who were getting in position and sending you a small grin, you were in the dark to what the song was. “This last song goes out to all those…studying romantics…” your eyes found Din’s from across the short distance that separated you both- it was barely a few feet. He winked at you as the first few bass and drum beats of ‘Campus’ started playing and your fingers naturally found the chords to a song you had casually practiced before while singing your heart out to it at home as goosebumps traveled over your arms.
Then he started singing.
Your goosebumps completely engulfed you.
“I wake up, my shoulder's cold, I've got to leave here, before I go. I pull my shirt on, walk out the door, drag my feet along the floor,” Din kept his eyes on you as he sang the first few lines of the song, your heart jumping just as erratically as the bass chords Boba played. “I pull my shirt on, walk out the door, drag my feet along the floor….then I see you, you're walking 'cross the campus,” he playfully walked towards to were you were standing in your converse shoes kissed in paint splatters, taking a step with each beat and lyric as you took a step back each time he stepped forward, almost mimicking him before catching him off guard and walking towards him before the two of you met in the middle. “Cruel professor, studying romances…” he winked at you after that, it suddenly felt your book of ‘world’s greatest love poems’.
You joined in with him on the final part of the chorus, almost tripping over the wires by your feet as strands of the tune brought you both closer together as you joined him by the centre stage microphone as your words began to spill out over the cantina.
“How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?
How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?”
Then a thought passed your mind going into the second verse, looking at Din again- Did he sing this for just for you?
The song was almost over, far sooner than you ever anticipated.
Din sang you into the guitar solo, “In the afternoon, you're out on the stone and grass and I'm sleeping on the balcony after class, In the afternoon, you're out on the stone and grass and I'm sleeping on the balcony after class!”
The buildup created a surge of lightning in your veins, the crowd going wild as you played like your life depended on it. Din watched in awe and admiration, a smile never left his face as he sang out the last lines that were bringing the bands evening on stage to an end.
“In the afternoon, you're out on the stone and grass and I'm sleeping on the balcony after class…” the bass dwindled, the drums quietened and the guitar shrieking came to a halt. “We have been The Mandalorians! Goodnight everybody!”
The crowd went wild as you all made your way to the wings. “That was fuckin’ awesome!” Han was bouncing around and extended out his arms, pulling the three of you into a group hug without an ounce of permission. “Wow. One of the best shows tonight, guys.”
“Dunno ‘bout you but I could use a beer!” Boba chortled as he packed away his bass and swiped away the sweat on his forehead. “Han? Din? Not Y/N…yet.” He smirked and you playfully pushed his shoulder. He and Han walked off, just as Din was about to follow you called out for him.
He stopped and turned around, a brow raising in silent question as you stood looking at him as your heart created a new rhythm you’d never felt before.
You wanted to desperately ask. Why? What? Who?
“Great show. You were really great.” Was all that came out. You mentally slapped yourself.
Din sent you a smirk “You too. Thanks for being my muse.” You hadn’t noticed when his smirk quivered as he gulped when realisation hit him with what he had just said. Before it had the chance to make itself known to you, Din left to catch up with the guys.
You went to find Leia. “For someone who rocked her little socks off, ya sure do look a lot less ecstatic than I would have expected.” Leia’s gentle voice broke you from your thoughts as it seamlessly fought against the noise of the Maz’s Cantina. Her arm rested against yours as you took a sip of water, eyes locked on Din who was laughing with Boba about something. “You okay?”
You sent her a soft, reassuring smile. “Good, just tired.” This was true, between practice and college you barely had the time to breathe some days, but powered on regardless. “We should have a movie night, just chill, as much popcorn as we can eat before we throw up.” Leia laughed as a memory crossed her mind of her brother Luke who unfortunately had experienced that at the tender age of eight and traumatised you all since then.
“It’s a date!” She gleefully replied. “Hey your birthday is in a few weeks! The big 21…” she gently jabbed your side and you giggled while swatting away her hands. “Why do we do it some point then?” You nodded and mentally pencilled that in.
It then dawned on you that you’d be on the stage that was currently in the corner of your eye on the Friday that landed on your birthday.
Warnings: Smut! MDNI 18+. Just pure filth. Unprotected sex, Oral (F rec), threesome (MMF), mutual masterbation, cum-swapping, inappropriate use of the force, spitting kink, dirty talk, teasing, eating out, swearing. You name it, it’s probably got it. Not proofread!
A.N: Uhh this is just sheer, pure, filth that came to me in a fever dream
Please let me know what else you guys would like! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨
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Kylo watched you from the far side of the command deck doing just that, commanding the room and the people around you perfectly. They were all captivated by you. Terrified of you. Wanting to perfectly execute every task for you.
He mentally cursed himself, wishing he had the power to do just that himself. People barely tolerated him, only listening to his demands because he was commander. You were second to him but seemed to have held his rank around the people in the First Order.
“Your lost in thought.” A voice broke him from them. “Too lost.” Kylo looked down and found you beside him shroud in a similar black outfit to him.
He huffed, your arm pressed against his enough to know that you were there for him but not enough to draw suspicion from the others on the floor. Kylo just wished you were pressed up against him under the weight of his body again with a lot less clothes on. “I was just thinking.” He tightly replied, his breath hitching when your hand ‘accidentally’ softly crashed against his and lingered there for a moment too long before you pulled back. Your secret trysts had to remain just that.
You cleared your throat and focused again, pressing buttons in front of you while half-lecturing him. “They need guidance, not someone with their head in the stars.”
“As opposed to me with my head between your legs…” he swiftly countered and your head almost snapped clean off your shoulders. Kylo couldn’t help but smirk at your shocked expression.
“You need to focus.” You turned back to the panel, now chiding him despite a warm pooling sensation building within you.
Kylo let out a puff of amused air. “I don’t have to take orders from you, you’re beneath me.”
Your hand stopped from going to press a button in front of you, turning to Kylo you inched forward ever so slightly almost causing him to stumble back. “Funny…last night you did and you were beneath me.” You turned on your heel and gave out a quiet order to an officer nearby. “I have a guest arriving. Bring them to my quarters as soon as they do and have no one disturb me.”
It was a funny thing you and Kylo had, unspoken out of the walls of your bedrooms. You tolerated each other, professional enough in front of the First Order crew before dragging him to your quarters and treating him like your own personal toy. You both happily used each other, a mutual understanding and agreement to rely on a release from the other when things got to much- plus it helped he was easy on the eyes for you and available as much as you wanted him.
Kylo wasn’t aware however that you had a favourite toy.
One that you hadn’t seen in a little while. One that knew every dip, crease, line and ideal spot of your body. One that could satisfy beyond what Kylo could any day.
One that was on his way to you.
—•—
You rummaged through the cabinets in your bathroom to find a vial, your heart beat steadying once you found it and a relieved sigh leaving your lips. You held it close to your chest and thanked the stars but upon closer inspection, it was running low. But enough for one more night.
You placed it back carefully and waited, sauntering in nothing but a silk black robe and a lacy set that matched. You knew it was his favourite.
A knock on the door made you jump and fluff your hair a little as you excitingly ran to it, ran to him. You opened it and your smile dropped. “Oh. It’s you.”
“Don’t sound so disappointed.” Kylo droned before looking down at your attire. “For me?” His voice picked up and he reached out to you, only for his hand to be swatted away.
“No. I’m going to bed.” That statement was true. Just going to bed with someone else. You peered out into the corridor. “You better go before someone sees you. Goodnight Kylo.” You closed the door on him and his shoulders dropped, he lingered for a true minute before realising that the door wasn’t going to open again.
The next time it knocked you opened it to another man in amour- he was virtually glistening. You bit down on your grin and invited him into your quarters. “It’s been too long.” You forced a pout and toyed with his belt with your fingers. “I’ve missed you, Mando.”
He brought his clothed hand to your cheek, tracing it down to your jaw and then to the small exposed slither of skin peaking out under your robe before pulling it back slightly to expose your shoulder. “It’s been far too long.” He knew it himself, cursed himself, borderline hated himself for it. So when a transmission reached his ship from you with coordinates he wasn’t too far from, he leaped at the opportunity to see you again.
You stepped back, he took in the candlelit room and the wine on the table, one glass was empty, the other enjoyed by you. “I got us wine, and a whole undisturbed night. I’m all yours.” You sat on the couch and patted the spot next to you. He removed some of his weapons and placed them to the side before sitting down with a clamouring of his armour. “Hmm this is new,” you lazily traced your finger over a new beskar plate and tapped on it with your nail causing him to inhale a sharp lungful of air. “What else is new?” You asked turning away to pour him a glass of wine.
“Same old, same old. Too many bounties to count.” He said with a sigh. “Busy. Too busy for the most gorgeous girl in all the galaxy.” He placed his hand on your silk covered thigh. “I wish I could have got to you sooner.” He sounded sincere, the ache unmissable even behind the distorted voice.
“Well you have tonight to make it up to me,” you smiled, trying to hide your own pain of not seeing him in so long and having to make use of a man who cried on you because he was so desperate to cum.
You looked up to him, heart starting to race again as you reached your hands out towards his helmet. He gripped your wrists softly stopping you before your fingertips reached the cold polished metal. “Is there enough?” He asked in hope.
“Just.” You quietly replied. He let go and you slowly removed his helmet from him. “Hi Din.” Your smile widened from ear to ear, eyes almost welling at the sight of seeing his looking at you. Your hardened demeanour softening ever so slightly around him, his own doing the same the moment you freed him from his helmet.
You placed it down and swapped it for the glass of wine, he took a mouthful and placed it down, grabbing the ties of your robe and pulling you forward onto him. You straddled him on your couch, hands running through his hair, Din melting from your touch. His eyes closed as you softly ran your hands over the back of his head, the taste of wine on hips lips again when you kissed him.
“Let’s not leave it as long next time,” he murmured against your lips. “I’d rather have you and not some random person, or my hand…” you softly giggled at his admission knowing no one had the power to compel him like you did. Not even his own self.
“Well, I was hoping my surprise would convince you,” he pulled back and raised a brow. You stood with a proud smirk on your face, letting the robe fall to a crushed pile of fabric by your feet. Din sat back in admiration as silk transformed into the finest lace in the galaxy, bringing his hand to his lips and then his heart. Those actions a reflection to how his rational thinking traveled when it came to you. “I remembered it was your favourite.” Din swiftly stood up and grabbed you by the waist causing you to hysterically giggle as he wrapped your thighs around his metal clad waist with one hand and strongly held you with the other all while showering you with passionate kisses before throwing you down on your soft dark sheets that framed you perfectly.
The set left little to the imagination, the more open work lace he saw, the more skin peaked through, your nipples barely covered by the fabric and the shine shimmering from the wet patch on your underwear practically made him growl at sight. Din ripped off his armour, hitting your floor with an almighty clamour and then pouncing on you. The aeons it felt like you were both away from each other disappearing into the stars and beyond.
He licked over the black fabric covering your breasts, pressing enough pressure from his teeth on your hardened nipple, enough to make you jolt in pleasure. Din moved to your neck, leaving enough marks that you’d remember this night with him for weeks to come. He placed his hand on top of your underwear and allowed a finger to press down against the fabric and graze over your clit. He knew every spot. Every point that brought you pleasure. Years of fine tuning your body to play the right chords.
A moan left your throat “Don’t tease.” You demanded and then gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Not tonight.”
“Can’t I play with you just a little longer…?” He asked, batting his eyelashes and sticking out his bottom lip. You moved forward and playfully bit it, he feigned a shocked gasp.
You mused for not even a second, you did secretly love being tossed back and forth by him. “Fine.” He mischievously grinned and went to kiss you again but you stopped him with the tip of your finger causing his eyes to droop. “But I won’t beg for you Din Djarin,” he always got chills when you said his full name. “You’ll follow my demands and fuck me when I ask for it.”
“Of course, General Y/L/N…” he teased and grabbed your wrist, pinning it down on your bed and then doing the same with the other. “Open that pretty, fuckable, little mouth of yours,” he asked and you did, he spit on your tongue and you smiled. Din made light work of removing the set. “I’m taking these with me,” he said motioning to your underwear in his hand before dragging the tip of his tongue over the wet patch on the fabric while his eyes remained locked on yours.
He tossed them to his armour and brought two fingers to your soaking wet heat, plunging them into you without any warning. You cried out in pleasure. You cried out his name. You sat up and clawed at the arm that pleased you, roughly kissing his shoulder and neck as he carried on. “No, no, no more. I want you. I need you.” You asked and he obeyed, pulling you closer to him and onto his cock. The two of you let out a strain of moans and swears, the feeling of you wrapped around each other flowing through your veins like a nostalgic memory. One neither of you forgot.
He sat up on your bed as you sat on him, gently guiding your hips with his hands up and down his cock as you shared god knows how many kisses. Your limbs became one as arms suffocated both your bodies, Din looked up and noticed the mirror angled near your bed. “You wanna see how pretty you look when you cum?” He asked and you looked at him in confusion. Din didn’t wait for your answer, instead he spun you around, still balls deep in your pussy as the reflection of both of you became your new focus.
He kept an arm around your waist, moving you rhythmically and occasionally groping your tits when he found the strength to. Your back against his hard chest and your legs spread just so he could enjoy the view of him fucking your pussy in the mirror too. Din moved his hand down, moans becoming louder as he caressed your clit and continued to fuck you. The back of your head inadvertently falling to his shoulder. “Dank farrik Din!” You hoarsely gritted out, words strained leaving your throat.
“I need you to watch yourself for me. Look at the mirror as we cum. You gotta see the fucking look on your face, so, so pretty.” His words struggled just as much especially after feeling you come undone on his hand and his cock, watching you watching yourself as you did.
You watched him as he came with an almighty moan into your ear, bucking his hips until the energy in his body depleted and he simply couldn’t any more. As you both caught your breaths he slowly lay down on your bed with you closely held against him, you reached your lips to his and allowed a kiss to linger. “There wouldn’t a galaxy if you didn’t exist in it.” You whispered against his cheek. He smiled, moving you from on top of him to beside him, you curled into his body and he didn’t let you go all night.
In the early hours while the ship was still quiet from most of the crew sleeping, you and Din started your process of saying goodbye for now. He sat in your bath and looked up to your sad eyes with even sadder ones as the vial you hunted for earlier spilled over his head and his bare body. A sacred ritual shared between you both that he deemed enough to redeeming himself for taking his helmet off for you. You closed the lid and turned away. “Was that the last of it?” He asked as you placed the now empty vial back and tightened your robe around your naked frame. You nodded, afraid to open your mouth and verbalise it.
“I’ll get more. It’ll take me a few days but I’ll get more.” You explained as the living waters you poured on him dried in before placing on his armour and crucially his helmet again. He looked down to the makeshift ceremonial pit that was your bath before turning to face you, a sinking feeling flooding his chest cavity. “Be safe. Come back to me soon.”
Din reached for your hand and squeezed it tightly before gently cupping your cheek, silently promising you that he would. “I’ll wait for your coordinates. I am always at your service.” He meant that with his whole heart- in pleasing you and in valour. The odd job undertaken for you always rewarded him greatly. Or rather you did.
You watched him leave, your eyes falling to the half drunk glasses of wine that now became another memory of him.
—•—
You were on the flight deck staying away from Kylo and trying not to snap his neck as much as Hux always wanted too.
“Trouble in paradise?” He asked, his snooty suck up tone causing you to roll your eyes.
“No,” you curtly replied. It had been days since you last saw Mando. Kylo itching a scratch enough to cope with the lack of having Din. Hux hummed unconvinced and you harshly sighed, lowering your voice. “If you’ve got something to say just spit it out.”
“I thought you were into the spit play?” He shot back and your eyebrows almost flew off your forehead. “I think you forget my room is beside Kylo’s…” he uttered. “And it would always be appreciated if you kept the noise to a minimum.”
“Sorry, Hux, sometimes these things can’t be helped,” you shot him a forced smile.
Hux contemplated his comment for a moment before actually saying it. “Oh but things can be helped by a Mandalorian…” he snickered when you slowly turned your head to him. “I see the flight logs. Maybe you’re getting more help than Kylo knows.”
You puffed out a laboured breath, trying to remain composed. “Or maybe you’re just jealous that you can’t get your back blown out by a Mandalorian.” You snapped back and he let out a bark of laughter.
“Ah yes because I would love to live vicariously through you.” He sarcastically retorted. “Where are you going?” He asked as you stormed away.
Truth be told, you didn’t know, you just walked down the corridors until a figure shroud in black turned the corner and froze in place when he saw you. “What’s the matter?” He asked. You didn’t answer him or hesitate to pull him to a tight, discreet spot close by- the two of you knowing them well during your secret rendezvous moments. You took his helmet off, not needing permission from how much living water you had- or at the moment didn’t- to do so. His dark locks cascading perfectly down his face just as you dropped the helmet and causing it to hit the ground with a clamour before you kissed him. Kylo didn’t dare question again, he simply embraced it.
Your teeth sunk into his lips and he opened his mouth moaning the second he felt your tongue press against his. He was a different kind of lover entirely to Din but still satisfied you enough to want more.
Your hands roamed across his broad frame, stopping at the top of his pants. You didn’t waist a second to reach your hand in and start stroking his cock. “O-oh fuck,” he all but whimpered against your skin. You increased your pace as his hand reached for the waistband of your pants and let his hand fall underneath your underwear. Your head fell back against the cold walls of the ship the two of you intensely staring at each other as you both touched one another in a dark corner no one else knew of.
Kylo recognised the look in your eyes, he saw it often in his own. Pent up tension. He didn’t prolong your agony for a moment longer and pulled down his pants, you did the same with your own and turning to face the wall. He slipped his cock between your wet folds and placed both hands over yours, fingers sinking between each other’s before thrusting his hips back and forth, the sound of slapping skin becoming louder and more vigorous with each thrust. “K-Kylo!” You moaned against the metal, he tried to shush you but ended up being even louder.
“C-can I cum? Cum in you? Please?” He all but begged. That was one of the differences between him and Din- he just did whereas Kylo pleaded. You cried out a broken yes, from pleasure and in permission. You soon felt the remnants of Kylo Ren slipping down your thighs. “Thank you.” You gave him what he needed before he even knew.
You nodded, catching your breath and composing yourself once more. “We should clean up and get back to work before anyone gets suspicious.” You told him before heading back into the well lit corridor and disappearing from view.
Kylo thought about that moment all day. He caught you again later that evening seeking out a round two. You were by a control pad, glancing down to the coordinates of the ship and a chill went down your spine. You could jump in your ship to Mandalore from where the ship was stationed.
“I can’t.” You replied and carried on walking.
“Why not?”
“I have things to do.”
“Like me?” Kylo said and you turned on your heel. “I’ve had to deal with Hux and his dronings this afternoon. I’m very tense. I need to release all my tension.”
“Release it with another one of your subordinates.” You stated cooly, walking away and stopping in your tracks when Kylo used the force to close a door on you.
“Why should I when you could just be my sub?” His voice was laced with mischievousness.
You smirked and shook your head no. “Give me a few hours. I’ll make it worth your while then.” Kylo agreed with a curt nod. You made your way to the flight deck.
—•—
You proudly gazed upon the full vial of the living waters in your cabinet.
You sent coordinates and a message dripping in hope to Din that the two of you could be reunited soon.
For the moment however, you went to Kylo’s quarters just as you agreed with him. He all but tossed you onto his large bed- larger than yours and pleaded with you to remove every single article of clothing you had on. He didn’t question the marks scattered over your neck.
You did as he wished just as a message was received in your own quarters unbeknownst to you, just as Kylo dived between your legs.
‘Tomorrow.’
—•—
You couldn’t take your eyes off the eight letter word. Your stomach was swirling like a nearby galaxy at the thought of you in his arms again and so soon.
Kylo barely saw you the entire day, questioning those in his path late into the evening if they had seen you.
“She asked not to be disturbed.” The unmistakable dull voice that belonged to Hux was ringing in Kylo’s ears. “It may or may not be due to the fact she has a visitor.”
Hux was a few feet away but his were in the air before he knew it when Kylo used the force to forcibly drag him into his grip and hold him by the neck. “What visitor?”
His pointed frantically to the screen while trying to breathe, an unknown ship docked on Kylo’s. He dropped Hux onto the floor not caring that he was groaning in pain and trying to breathe normally and made his way to your quarters. He knocked once. Then again. Then all but battered down the door.
“What’s that noise?” Din asked, moving his mouth from your pussy to the bottom of your stomach. You groaned and pushed his head back down.
“Probably this stupid old ship. We’re fine. Keep going and don’t stop until I tell you to.” You closed your eyes and sunk your head back into your pillows as Din sunk back into you again.
“Y/N!”
Your eyes shot open and Din had to disobey, pulling away hearing another voice angrily call out for you.
“Stay here.” You told him in a hushed voice and threw on a robe. When you walked out your room you saw Kylo there, chest racing up and down in rage and exhaustion from trying to open your door. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” You shrieked.
“Where is he.”
You remained composed, a poker face that won you any game. “Who?”
“You know who. Your visitor.” He spat. Maybe it didn’t win this game.
“I think we should all calm down.” Your head snapped around seeing Din in his armour again and approaching you both cautiously.
“Calm down? CALM DOWN?!” Kylo in his blinded rage saw red and took out his lightsaber. Din protectively pushed you behind him, forgetting for a moment that you were capable of defending yourself, and took out his blaster. Your room turning from a pleasure pit to a high pressure pit.
“ENOUGH!” You screamed, placing yourself directly between them both. “Stop waving about your silly little weapons and we can discuss this as adults!” It took a moment for them men to comply but they eventually holstered their weapons. “Good. Now sit.” You pointed to the couch and they sat down at the furthest possible points away from each other with a gentle clamouring of their armour while you stood in front of them with your hands on your hips. “Well, I didn’t expect this to ever happen.”
“Who even is this bantha bozo?” Din asked and Kylo sneered under his helmet.
“Who am I? Who are you?! You should know who I am! I could have you thrown in prison for coming aboard this ship!” Kylo snapped and you and Din shared an unamused look at his babbling false threats. “And why are you-” he cut himself off, glancing between the haphazard attempt Din had strewn together of the Mandalorians suit and the fact you were in a robe. He didn’t even put on his other glove.
“My little toys finally meeting…” you mused.
“Little?” Din questioned.
“Toys?” Kylo asked.
“You see, you’re handy, funny, a little desperate. We get a mutual benefit from our time together. A great fuck- mind blowing overall.” You directed between yourself and Kylo, he smirked and Din cleared his throat. “But you and I?” You turned to the Mandalorian “Are astronomical together. You know everything that pleases me.” Din puffed out his chest coyly. “But our moments are few and far between now.” It caused him to retract it back. “We are all guilty of seeking out pleasure in this forsaken universe. My guilty pleasure is you both Din Djarin and Kylo Ren.”
The two men’s limbs remained frozen, tense at the presence of the other and upon hearing you speak the other’s name for the first time. A small, devilish smirk graced your face. You were already in a messy situation with the two of them.
Why not make the most of it.
Without thinking you discarded your robe, the two men were taken aback as you stood in front of them naked. They couldn’t say a single word, a brief glance was shared between them both before returning their focus back to you.
“So.” You clasped your hands together. “I’ll be going back to bed. Din, let’s finish what we started.” You told him and then looked at Kylo. “You’re joining.”
You didn’t ask. You commanded Kylo.
The two men rose to their feet at the same time. Din softly stopping you in your tracks by grabbing your wrist, Kylo’s fist clenched at the sight.
Din’s silent gaze said more than his words ever could, you understood his ask. “He’s not your enemy. I’ll use the whole vial if I have to for you.” You told the man who remained silent. He nodded, just the once and then took off his helmet.
Kylo felt his breath catch, he knew Mandalorians were strict on the removal of their helmets. So why did he take it off for you. For the both of you. Kylo silently questioned before his train of thought derailed. “You coming or what?” Din lowly asked.
“Oh he will be…” you said in a sing song voice on the way to your bedroom. “Kylo you better not be wearing that awful suit and helmet when you get in here.”
Kylo slowly removed his helmet and his other garments before softly and tentatively walking to your bedroom that he knew well. Just not well enough with someone else there. When he walked in he noticed you curled closely to the Mandalorian who was wearing nothing and speaking to you in hushed tones, stopping when Kylo paused by the end of your bed- undoubtably talking about him and causing the commander to blush and allow a wave of nervousness to wash over him.
That all changed when Din nodded in approval taking a good look at him. “You look good. I can see why she wanted you.” He spoke like you weren’t lying by his side. “If I was on this ship I’d want you too.” A small smile graced your lips and you kissed Din’s shoulder. Din’s lips eventually reached yours and Kylo felt like he was suffocating watching you kiss another man. “Is he gonna join?” Din asked against your lips and you reached out for Kylo, that hand that he was so familiar with, that hand he held, kissed, pressed against his heart.
And took it.
You pulled him beside you, he softly stumbled onto your bed and you turned to lay flat on your back, pulling you into the burning chaos between you and Din. Kylo’s mouth latched itself onto your breast while you remained kissing Din, the Mandalorian taking it upon himself to swap positions. “Don’t say he’s not fair,” you breathlessly said before Kylo kissed you with as much passion as he could muster. You tapped Din’s arm and he completely understood what you were asking of him. He slowly moved up, Kylo too far gone kissing you to realise. You pressed two fingers to Kylo’s chin and moved his head towards Din’s. The Mandalorian capturing the lips of the ruthless knight of Ren.
Kylo froze for a moment, unsure of how to react, he’d never been in a predicament like this before. As Din continued kissing, Kylo kissed back. You hummed in delight watching the two melting into the other as their hands roamed over your body. “For what it’s worth,” Kylo caught his breath as he spoke “I’m glad she had you.”
“Well now you have me too. At least tonight anyway. Din clarified. “Besides, I’m glad it didn’t end in bloodshed and in a bed instead…my weapon has a lot more firepower.” Your eyes darted back and forth between the two, wary of how Kylo might have reacted to that jab.
He laughed “My weapon is bigger anyway.” You let out a soft snort watching the two playfully bicker.
“Behave boys,” you gently warned, threading your fingers between their locks of hair and pulling their heads gently back. They looked at you with admiration, you moved forward, your mouths colliding and clamouring against one another’s in one messy, wet, wonderful, chaotic crash.
Limbs blurred between your sheets as the three of you entwined amongst each other, clawing and pawing at bare skin you caught sight of. Kylo’s hand reached for your wet heat and hit against Din’s who had the same idea. They shared a look, a mutual understanding that they would share the responsibility of giving you the best night of your life. Kylo rubbed your clit while Din fingered you. “Don’t you just love her tight little hole, Kylo.” You let out a broken moan at Din’s words. “You won’t find a pussy as perfect as this in the entire universe.”
“Always so wet, always so ready,” Kylo added as he bent down and added his mouth to the mix.
“Ah fucking dank farrik!” You screamed and clutched tightly onto your sheets. “Shit that’s so good!” Your body arched in delight feeling Din’s fingers and Kylo’s hot mouth against your core. Your blood ran hot and beads of sweat began to form on your forehead.
“You can tell she’s gonna cum for us, Kylo.” Din murmured just loud enough that you heard too over your loud cries of sheer delight. He questioned how. “Her knuckles go white from gripping onto something so tightly and her eyes blow up.” He said and continued “Press your tongue hard and then lick once- you’ll have her spilling out screams.” Kylo took the advice of the stranger who was becoming less of one and did just that.
Kylo had never heard the noise you made leave your lips before, it was like music to his ears. You looked down and watched Din share some secrets from between the sheets, the two men practically conspiring your downfall into a pool of pleasure. Kylo did it again and you came with an almighty roar, Din had to pin you back down to the bed.
“Holy shit,” you panted catching your breath before finding a burst of energy and going into your knees, bouncing on the bedsheet. “More, more, more!” You gleefully requested. The two men laughed as you sat back and spread your legs for them, the two of them licking off the remnants of you from thier fingers and lips.
“I wanna watch the two of you.” Kylo timidly asked, you looked at the man with a small, slightly surprised smile. “I wanna watch you both fuck.”
“Let’s not deny him, baby. Let’s give him a show.” Din pulled you onto him and onto his cock that was throbbing for you and had been since Kylo first disturbed you both. The second you sunk onto him, the two of you let out a moan. Kylo sat back and took his own almost aching cock in his hand, jacking himself off to the sight of you and the unmasked Mandalorian. “Oh shit, look at him Y/N. That’s so fucking hot.” Din moaned, holding up your leg to allow a better view for Kylo and then bit your shoulder. You yelped in delight and laughed menacingly at having two men wrapped around your little finger.
“You gonna cum for us, Mando,” that name unleashed something within him like it often did. You knew him too well- sometimes he forgot that. “Show him what a big load you give me, how it’s dripping down me for days…” your words tumbled from your mouth just as he crumbled from under you, curses, pants and your name along with Kylo’s leaving his lips as he finally crashed on the bed.
Kylo watched him seeping from you, how his cum mixed with your own wet heat. As Din caught his breath Kylo moved forward and brought his mouth to your pussy again, you groaned out feeling his tongue on you again, this time practically gulping you and what remained of Din down his throat as his heart clamoured against his chest at the taste of you both at the same time.
“Your turn Kylo,” Din motioned to your limp body while his eyes were locked onto Kylo’s. “Show me what that big weapon can do.” Kylo scrambled to align his cock with your pussy and thrusted himself quickly into you. You gripped onto Kylo’s hips as he fucked you frantically wanting a release that his hand couldn’t quite give him moments ago.
“Do the…thing! Do the thing to Din!” You struggled to catch your breath but Kylo caught on to your request. He held his hand out, the force lacing between his fingers to take charge of Din’s body without even touching it. Din’s body widely contorted in pleasure as he felt an invisible grip tighten on his cock, it almost felt like he was back inside of you again despite laying on his back beside you and watching another man fuck you.
Kylo watched you both under him, under his command, under his power.
And that’s what caused him to completely and utterly come undone, pulling out of you just in time to spray both your and Din’s stomach with his cum before falling flat on his face beside you, the force disappearing into thin air.
The three of you frantically breathed in and out, the only sound that filled your room. The two men either side of you closed the space that separated you from then and buried into your body. “Well, I’m glad the two of you finally met.”
A few hours later you were sitting on the lip of your bath with Din in it, Kylo quietly sleeping in the next room. Or so you thought. He was lingering by the doorframe and listening to your quiet moment with the Mandalorian. Kylo watched as he quietly kissed your arms, the two of you looking at each other with sad expressions instead of ones contorted with sheer pleasure. “He seems good for you, well when I’m not around.” He half joked and you just about cracked a smile. “Especially when he does that force thing. Can’t imagine you hating that,” he snorted. “Can we trust him?”
You ran a hand through his hair. “He won’t tell a soul, you have my word.” Kylo watched as you grabbed a vial that was beside you and opened it.
“Just a drop then.” Din confirmed, a sigh of relief leaving your lips. “Tonight will remain between us all.” You relinquished him of his sins from taking his helmet off with a drop of the living waters that drenched him as much as you and Kylo did. “I wish it didn’t have to be like this.”
“The First Order is always recruiting,” you said as you turned away from him, trying to make light of the situation when in fact a tear slipped down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away. Kylo watching with a heavy heart as you did- he had never saw you shed a tear before in sadness. “Until next time. Stay safe. Come back to me.” You said and looked up spotting Kylo lingering by the door. “Come back to us both.”
You stepped outside and let Din get ready to leave.
“What was that all about?” Kylo asked about your unspoken ritual. You sighed and sat down, encouraging him to sit with you as he wore one of your robes to keep himself a little more modest.
“A sacred goodbye. He needs to be touched by the living waters found on Mandalore because he removed his helmet for us.” Your lips pursed “We do it every single time.” As if on queue, Din appeared, his beskar mix clamouring together, the noise filling the space.
“I’ll wait eagerly for your coordinates. I am always at your service.” His robotic voice filled your ears. “That now includes yours.” Din held his hand out and Kylo shook it. “Take good care of our girl.”
You blew the Mandalorian a kiss and he pretended to catch it, pressing it against his metal covered heart and vanishing behind your door.
Warnings: Smut! MDNI (18+), Oral, intercourse, fingering- mild BDSM, slight sensory deprivation, masterbation, swearing, unprotected sex- pls wrap before you tap. Not proofread 🥲
A.N: inspired by the iconic Slave 4 U song by Britney Spears enjoyyyyyyy ❤️🔥
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When you finally came to, it was with a throbbing headache and a chill over your skin. There were faint streams of light pouring into the room you were on the floor of but otherwise it was dark. Your hands sunk into plush fabrics- far too glamorous for the room that you were in.
You then slowly sat up, brows furrowing at your attire- or lack of since you were in virtually nothing but underwear. The soft clinking noise that came from your wrists confused you even more, bounded and chained from the wall.
“What in the stars…” you muttered. Doors opened and you jumped, curling up as far as you could on the bed and pulling the fabric to cover you as best as possible.
“She’s awake.” The person by the opened door called out before sending you an intense glare. “We will bring you to him.” As they got closer, the further you tried to move away but they unlocked your chains from the wall and dragged you out your cell and through what felt like endless tunnels.
As you looked around, trying to understand where you were, the person handed you over to someone else. “The mighty Jabba The Hutt!” He bellowed as your chains were tugged upon and you fell to your knees as the Hutt dragged you towards him. You groaned and let out a gritted scream, pulling back and trying to fight against the unbeatable strength of Jabba. But it was no use.
The Hutt laughed at your helplessness, you eventually gave in once exhaustion took hold of your arms and couldn’t fight back anymore. The realisation settled in when you looked up to him, how you were betrayed by a trusted member of your Royal Court, the dull ache from your head still remained, remembering that something struck the back of your head.
“A debt. Handsomely paid.” Jabba laughed. “My newest prized possession. You will entertain me and others well.”
You looked down at the shackles on your wrists and sighed.
From a princess to prisoner.
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Din did his very best to avoid any jobs tied to the Hutt family.
But when the transmission came through for how many credits he’d earn for completing a job for them, he and his morals couldn’t refuse.
Upon landing in the swampy atmosphere, he was greeted by a creature that commanded a check over of his ship and of him. “I was requested.” Din’s voice droned through his helmet.
“We cannot be too safe.” The creature explained before curtly nodding when Din was cleared. He walked through the endless tunnels of the palace, hand close to where his blaster was holstered as he kept his wits about him.
The doors opened and he was instantly greeted with Jabba looking down upon him, but what caught Din’s attention was at the end of chains that were being tightly gripped by him.
You looked up through heavy eyes, your heart starting to race with hope that someone was sent to rescue you- you didn’t know how many days it had been. He greeted Jabba and your heart sank, arms and head involuntary moving like a puppet as Jabba moved his while talking.
Din kept his body faced forward but his eyes remained on you the whole time, absorbing every single inch of you. He had never had the privilege of seeing someone like you before. It also helped the fact you were in next to nothing, suffocating Din in the swampy, humid atmosphere even more. He was thankful his helmet hid most of his ogling eyes and blushing cheeks.
“Ahh The Mandalorian. Have you accepted my task?” Jabba asked.
Din still had his eyes on you, not like anyone could tell from behind his mask. “I have.” He replied and Jabba chuckled, your body jolting at the reaction. It caused Din to swallow hard as he watched, his mind starting to wander.
If a gentle tug could cause your body to react like that, Din considered just what reaction he could have over it.
“Excellent. Credits will be paid upon your successful return.” He explained.
Din nodded once and placed his hands on his hips, thumbs laced under his belt. “Who’s your friend in the chains?” He motioned to you and your head snapped up. Din felt a chill down his spine the second your eyes met his helmet.
Jabba sinisterly smirked and pulled on the chains, dragging you to your feet before pushing you slightly forward towards the mandalorian. You almost tripped over yourself as you tried to scrape an ounce of modesty together enough to cover yourself as best you could as you faced the gaze of the man in the armour.
“A prized possession of mine. Bow.” He commanded as he tugged your chains and you complied. When you stood up straight again, Din noticed your eyes glossing over. Jabba pulled you back to him, the boy in the beskar armour noticed you grimace and wince in both disgust and pain. “She dances and entertains me and my guests so wonderfully.”
“I’m sad to not have the honour.” Din mentally kicked himself for his thoughts escaping.
“Perhaps upon your return.” Jabba suggested as you lay back down again with the same sad look upon your face that caused Din’s chest to become tight. Your silent plea for help having a hold on him.
“Perhaps.” Din repeated before turning on his heel and was about to leave, but an idea came to mind. “Or perhaps we could come to another arrangement, Jabba.” Din slowly turned around and sauntered forward again. “Instead of all those credits, I’ll accept her as payment.”
Your eyes widened and your body froze in place, arms ridged as Jabba laughed at the Mandalorians bold ask. “Bring me three more and I may consider.” He demanded.
Din looked at him and then to you again. He licked his lips together and smirked.
“Consider it done.”
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You lay on the plush fabric and stared at the ceiling. Days had passed since you had been used as a bartering chip between Jabba and the Mandalorian.
You had heard tales of them.
The wonder. The bloodshed. The secrecy.
Never had you had the privilege to see one in the flesh. Much less request you as payment.
Your thoughts carried you away, what he would do if he was successful and took you away from the hell you currently resided in. You’d hope he would have felt the dismay radiate from you and have enough pity for you that he’d take you home.
Your thoughts then turned to who was hiding behind the mask, the face behind the voice. You wondered if he was handsome, you could already tell he was strong from how much his metal plates were practically bulging.
Your hand that was resting on your bare stomach slowly creeped down practically on its own to the barely there skirt, your fingers dancing over the fabric as you closed your eyes, heart slowly starting to beat faster as you thought of the mysterious Mandalorian and all the things he could do to you.
And then you took the plunge and slipped your fingers underneath your underwear and bit down on your lip. Your fingers sinking deeper into your folds as you thought of his voice in your ear, begging you to come undone for him, commanding you to do anything he wanted. You gasped as your pace gathered momentum, slowly releasing the tension that had wound inside you over him.
When you came crashing down from your high, sinking further into the fabric with a large grin your face, Din’s was just hitting his own over the thought of you in that skimpy outfit and bound up. That you were his prized possession instead.
“Dank farrik!” Din cursed as he came in the cockpit of his ship, trying to catch his breath as his ship floated in the depths of space. He melted into his seat and wiped the sweat away that began to bead on his forehead. “I need her.” He said to himself before becoming composed. To ensure this would be the case, Din was going to double what Jabba had asked for.
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You were lying by Jabba one afternoon when the doors of the throne room opened and in walked the Mandalorian in a cool and calm manner. You sat up a little straighter and sent him a small smile, one that he almost fell to his knees over.
“Ah Mando!” Jabba bellowed, chains still in his hold. “You delivered and then some! More than we agreed.”
“All the more reason to consider my payment request.” He replied, the almost robotic voice sending a spark through your body. “Do we have a deal, Jabba?”
The Hutt took far too long internally debating with himself whether to let you leave or not. “I enjoy her company too much…” he replied. Din just about reached for his blaster ready to take anyone in his path out as your head fell in disappointment. Until Jabba spoke again. “However, considering how successful you were, and how many credits you’d want from me…she will cover our agreement. Our business is settled.”
You and Din let out a relieved sigh at the same time, a guard set you free and you almost ran to the Mandalorian. Your smile was short lived, when you looked down to your wrists, cool metal surrounded them. He had bound you. “It’s been a pleasure, Jabba.” He called out to him while looking at you like he was looking at his next meal.
“Until another time Mando. Enjoy your payment.” He darkly chuckled as Din left with you in his clutches.
“Seriously?!” You softly snapped as he pulled you along. “You’re as bad as him.”
“Amuse me until we get out of here. I’ll take them off once we get to my ship.” He lowly spoke, almost causing you to trip up. He did keep his word and the moment you returned to his ship, he unlocked the cuffs, his hands ghosting over the marks Jabbas left on your wrist. “Are you okay?”
You looked up to him. “I am now.” He nodded once and swallowed hard, trying to get a grip of himself until he was in the vastness of space at least. “Where are you going to take me?” You asked as he moved to the cockpit of his ship and told you to sit for take off. You did just that, Din smirked at your obedience. “I can tell you my home planet. I’d like to go home.” You asked softly.
“I’ll take you home.” Din replied before turning around to face you and lowering his voice. “But first, I gave up a lot of credits for you, you’re going to show me you were worth every single one.”
The pressure suddenly felt like it was pressing down on your scantily clad body when those words left his mouth and he sat back in his seat, spreading his legs apart ever so slightly.
A small smile appeared on your face, your head innocently tilting to the side. “How do you suggest I do that…Mando?”
“Fuck. Call me Din.” He choked out, not unnoticed by you, if you kept calling him that he would be over before anything even started. “Jabba said you danced. Dance for me.”
“Of course, Din…” you stood up, Din’s eyes capturing every glowing exposed inch of you. You rested a hand on his cold, armour clad shoulder as your moving hips transfixed him, his breathing becoming heavier. You continued before turning around and sitting on his lap, a soft groan leaving his helmet as his hands gripped onto his seat, his hands aching as his knuckles turned white.
He was almost convinced at this point that Jabba had killed him and his soul was in another universe far, far away.
You took one of his hands on your own accord and placed it on your stomach, Din inadvertently jutting his hips against your ass as you did which made you snicker. “Shit,” he hissed as you roamed the hand over your body, down your thighs and then up to your breasts. “I don’t even know your name,” his voice faltered. “I need to know your name.” Din whimpered when you grabbed his other hand and placed it on your thigh.
“It’s Y/N.” You replied and quickly stood back up, Din’s body eased slightly feeling the weight from you disappearing but he desperately started to miss you on him. Din reached his hand out to you, you bent down and took the top of his gloved hand between your teeth and pulled it off. “How much of you can I see?” You asked noticing his fingers frozen in place.
“Everything but the helmet.” He replied with a stoic voice. “I can’t let you see my face.”
“Shame,” you sighed and straddled him, taking his bare hand in your own and slowly bringing it to your metallic bra, your face close to his helmet. “I was hoping to sit on it.”
A low growl left Din’s throat and he gripped your breast harshly. “I didn’t say that couldn’t happen. I told you, Y/N.” Your eyes widened ever so slightly. “Every. Single. Credit.”
Din was swift to turn you around and push you forward to his bedroom. He tossed you down his bed, the sheets a lot more comfortable than what you had to endure recently. “I’m glad you were successful.” You admitted before he ripped the sheer skirt from you, his eagerness shining as much as his armour. Din was practically salivating at the sight of you sprawled out for him, your knees widening to accommodate him as he crouched between them.
“Take it off.” He demanded.
“Take what off?” You asked, batting your eyelashes as you wiggled your hips feigning innocence.
You heard him smirk under his helmet. “Everything that’s obstructing my view of what’s sure to be the best sight in the galaxy.”
“Just the Galaxy?” You teased him, reaching for the clasp of your bra.
“The whole damn universe.” He clarified as he watched your bra leave your body. Din just about choked at the sight and then about died when you removed your underwear.
“This is feeling quite one sided…” you coyly raised yourself up on your elbows. Din removed his other glove as a compromise.
He reached down allowing his fingertips to gently trace over your bare body, a trail of goosebumps followed his fingers. “You’re my prized possession now…” his voice almost turned dark. “Well, at least for the next while.”
“I could dance for you, let you take anything and everything from me each night. Let you take as much of me as you like.” With each word you said, a groan left Din’s lips. He was practically fighting with his boner at this point to chill and enjoy every single second he had of you. “Be a slave for you…” your musings made him moan. He was fighting the urge to rip his helmet off and kiss you.
You gasped your words back into your throat when without warning, plunged his finger into your pussy. “Fuck, so wet already and we are only just beginning…” he added another digit and your back arched at the sensation. Din gently thrusted his fingers in and out of your pussy, lavishing in the fact his fingers commanded such power over you. He watched with bated breath you writhing under him and pulled out just before you had a chance to enjoy yourself any further.
You loudly groaned in annoyance when he pulled back, but your furrowed eyebrows softened as you watched him tip up the bottom of his helmet to suck your juices from his fingers. “Try before you dive huh?” You half joked as he mewled in delight. Din cracked a smile at that.
“I’d bottle you up if I could and drink myself silly on the taste of your pussy.” He replied before standing up and removing his armour, his perfectly sculpted body leading to his perfectly matched cock. He watched your body vibrate in delight at the sight of him, he felt the heat rising from his cheeks to the top of his helmet.
“How will this work with that,” you pointed to the silvery elephant in the room.
“I have an idea.” Din reached down and ripped some fabric from the end of his sheets. “You won’t be tempted to rip it off will you?” He asked in a wary tone.
“That depends how much you want to get your credits worth.” You replied.
Din hummed and looked around, his eyes locking into something else that did lock. Only they would around your wrists. He bent down and picked up the cuffs “Hands behind your head.” He demanded. “I’m not afraid to bound you up if I need to.”
You held your hands complicity above your head and he bent over, his cock pressing to your thigh made you smirk- he was as eager as you. The cold metal sent a chill down your spine. “I’m not afraid to be bound up…” you reached up and planted a kiss to his helmet. He tied the ripped sheet over your eyes so you couldn’t see him.
Din then removed his helmet, a literal and physical weight ripped from his shoulders. He inhaled deeply, feeling like he could finally breathe. He bent down and whispered in your ear, you jolted ever so slightly feeling his hot breath fan over your skin. “Let me know if it’s too much.” He pressed a soft kiss between your cheek and ear before allowing himself to kiss the lips he fantasised about on his own and around his cock. You melted into one another, Din’s hands deeply roaming around your body as your own were desperate to break free.
He was seeing stars kissing you, his tongue twirling with your own as moans filled his confined bedroom space. “Din,” you moaned against his lips. “Let me give you your credits worth.”
He pulled back, brow furrowed in silent question. “How?” You didn’t answer him, you simply opened your mouth- wide.
Din smirked and got on his knees quickly, his cock aligning perfectly with your mouth as he moved his hips forward and felt the warm, wet heat of your mouth surround him. He looked at the ceiling as a gritted cry from sheer pleasure left his mouth, so much so that he shed a tear. He bucked his hips forcibly as you just about swallowed and sucked on his entire length
“F-f-sh-shit!” He cried “Shit, shit, shit! Y/N that’s so good baby, so fucking good.” Din gripped onto your tit and roughly massaged it. “Oh baby I can’t, I can’t cum yet!” He pulled away feeling himself getting closer to the point of no return. “I gotta taste you. I gotta let you cum first. You were stuck in that hell hole, I wanna make you scream my name and cum so viciously that you forgot you were ever there.” He said between breaths as he desperately scrambled to get in between your legs, peppering kisses over your body on the way down.
Din hoisted your thighs over his shoulders and didn’t give you a chance to recover from having him in your mouth before plunging into your pussy. You sunk deeply into his bedsheets, Din was praying that he’d be able to smell your sweet sent on them for weeks to come.
Or hoped that he would have the chance to have you cumming for weeks.
“Oh my stars, Mando!” You moaned and it reached his ears, only encouraging him further. He desperately lapped you up between breaths, moaning into your pussy and causing a surge of electricity through your body. Your legs twitched uncontrollably, the sensory experience creating an otherworldly effect in you. “Fuck,” you yelped. “Din your gonna make me cum.”
“Then cum,” he growled. “Every credit lost will have been worth it to have you cum on my tongue Y/N. Every. Single. Last. One.” He buried his face deeper, adding two fingers inside you for good measure.
You did just as he asked.
Vigorously. Vindictively. Viciously.
And ended up in a panting mess on his sheets as your orgasm dissipated into stardust and a smile.
“Thank you.” You shakily said.
Din smiled at the sight of you before him and reached up to kiss your lips, softly and with passion.
Then a sharp gasp left your lips as your back lifted from the bed feeling a sudden stretch of your pussy as his cock made itself at home.
“You thought I was done? Not until I cum in that perfect pussy of yours it isn’t.”
He gritted out as he was being squeezed tightly by your deep, wet heat. Din rutted his hips back and forth, haphazardly, desperately, gone.
Din felt like he was floating in space as he found the last ounces of strength within himself to finally warrant the release of his orgasm, spilling inside you and down the sides of your thighs. He finally pulled out from you after a few moments of enjoying the sensation of you around him.
Din kissed you and you kissed him back, a breathless request leaving your lips. “Can I touch your face?” You asked, gentle and cautiously.
You felt the removal of the metal restraints, your fingers tentatively moved to his face. He chuckled when you missed entirely and hit his shoulder. “Here,” he gently grasped your hand and brought it to his cheek, your other hand joining it “I’m here.” He softly spoke. He couldn’t remember the last time, if anyone even did, caress his face. He pressed a kiss to your palm, a gentle click filling the space that was filled with moans mere moments ago. “I’m here.”
“So am I.” You replied feeling every groove from joy, fear, sadness and happiness under your fingertips. You leaned forward and captured his lips once more, then again before you knew he had to place his helmet back on again. When he did, he removed your makeshift blindfold and you blinked away the stars you had been seeing.
Then reality filled the space as you lay on Din’s chest, he held you close. You could hear his heartbeat and then looked up, face hidden under the mask and the mystery under the armour half solved.
“I suppose I should get you home.” He said, sounding disappointed.
You hummed “I’m sure we can go the long way home if you promise we can include that on our journey.” Din squeezed you, a delighted grunt leaving his lips.
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You fashioned a makeshift robe and bag out of fabric Din had given you, stuffing the remnants of your time in Jabbas palace in it. “Thank you for taking me home,” you pressed a kiss to his helmet before sitting down as he entered your planets atmosphere.
“Thank you for making my fantasy a reality,” Din said before cursing himself. “Ah dank farrik…”
You bit down on your lip. “What do you mean?”
“Well let’s just say I got a practice run in before taking the physical test…” you let out a soft snort and Din bit the inside of his cheek to try and not laugh.
“That’s alright,” you said as he landed to a group of delegates awaiting your arrival. He was confused over the crowd. “I got a practice run…or rather rub…in too.” Din breathed in a gasp and choked on it at your revelation.
He followed you out and everyone suddenly bowed. “Welcome back, Princess. We are thankful for your safe return.”
“You have the Mandalorian to thank for that.” You nodded back to him and he couldn’t help but tilt his head before standing slightly more rigid, unaware the was in the presence of a princess. “You’ll be seeing him often. Very often. I’m going to be utilising his services…” you walked forward and stopped in front of one sheepish looking delegates. “Starting with this one.” You turned to Din. “It was him who pawned me off to Jabba to pay his debt.” Din approached you and stood behind you defensively. “Do with him what you will.” He grabbed the man before he could run. You turned to him once more before he left. “Upon your return, you’ll be rewarded.”
“How many credits?” He played along, knowing well that credits weren’t even on the table.
“Oh I’ll ensure this, and any job you do for me, will be well compensated, Mando.” With a wink you turned on your heel, Din catching the glimmer of the bronze underwear set in the bag.
Warning: some swearing, mentions of underage drinking, nothing major in this chapter- not proofread
A.N: Ahh thank you all for the love so far for Chapter 1! I you all enjoy this instalment! The Mandalorians is set in the year 2026 before jumping to the future in further chapters! And ofc is a slowwww burn 👀
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“Did you really love it?” Leia asked while sipping on an iced chai latte as she watched you paint. You turned to look at her, you knew she had an answer already fabricated in her head from the huge grin on her face as she pried more out of you from the gig last night.
“It was alright.” She let out a groan and it made you laugh. “Okay it was better than alright, I had a good night. But that’s all it was, that and a favour to my best friend. Who, by the way, is beyond trouble so stay away.” Leia innocently batted her eyes “Don’t think I didn’t see what was going on there. Plus, I know Han has a massive crush on you.” You mainly spoke to yourself but Leia heard you loud and clear.
“He has a what now?”
Her question remained unanswered as a knock on the door of your apartment- that was turning into an art studio- startled you both. It was rare anyone came or even knew it existed and generally if it wasn’t Leia or Han it was a delivery driver but you weren’t expecting anything. “Uhh who is it?”
“H-hey, it’s Din, Din Djarin. I’m the singer from ‘The Mandalorians’. The band. The band with Han.” You looked at Leia who looked as dumbfounded as you, and wanted the painful, awkward and unnecessarily long life story-esque introduction from behind the door to end as much as you did. You opened it and found him standing there looking almost sheepish in a well worn leather jacket, white top and jeans. “Hey.”
“Hi,” you thinly smiled and rested against the door. A silence filled the space for a few seconds before you spoke again “How can I help you?”
“I uh, just came by to give you this,” he handed you an envelope. “And to talk to you.”
“Oh,” you blinked taking the envelope and slightly stood to the side to let him in your apartment and art studio space. “Uh Leia, Din, Din, my cousin Leia.” She stood up and shook his hand with a smile.
“Ah you’re the girl Han won’t stop talking about?” Din pointed at her after snapping his fingers in realisation.
“He does…?” She widely grinned.
“Hey Leia,” you loudly cleared your throat “iced chai is looking a little low,” you pointed to her cup that was just under half full. “Could you jump to java the hut and grab me a cold brew too please?” You widened your eyes and hinted towards the door, Leia got the gist. You had also hoped that she had momentarily had a lapse in thought and forgot what Din had just said.
She frantically nodded while grabbing her purse “Ah sure I’ll only be five,” she looked at Din and then at you “Maybe ten minutes.” She made her way to the door “Nice to meet you Din, maybe we’ll meet again.”
The door softly closed behind her. Another silence lingered.
“Uhh…how did you find me?”
“Solo,” Din softly replied, he was taking in the surroundings, mainly the art covered walls. “You paint?”
“I’m studying art at college.”
“Not music? You’re pretty good with a guitar.” He shot you a smirk and you felt something strange, like a hot lava lamp sensation, taking place in your chest.
“I dabble.” You cooly replied.
“Hmm, I see.” He purposely sounded like he was pondering while slowly walking and looking at the various pieces like an art snob at a museum, an amused puff of air left his nose when he spotted your guitar in the corner with converse that had been clearly tossed to the side. “Pretty good at singing too.”
You instinctively followed him around “As I said, I dabble.”
Din stopped walking and looked at you dead in the eye. “Look I’m not going to beat around the bush here, I asked Solo the best way to find you to do a few things. Firstly, I just wanted to stop by and formally introduce myself properly… and apologise for not introducing myself last night.”
“That’s alright,” you assured “You were pretty stressed.”
“Doesn’t, and didn’t, give me the right to be a dick, especially when you were just helping.”
You shrugged “I’ve seen full blown dick moves and you didn’t have an ounce of that last night.” Din chuckled and you felt yourself smiling at the sound. ‘He’s a lot more laid back today,’ the thought had crossed your mind.
“Secondly, do you dabble enough to join us this week again?”
He looked at you almost pleadingly. Like he didn’t just want you on stage, that he needed you there.
You bashfully smiled “You really want me there again?”
“Are you kidding me?! Without you we wouldn’t have had that crowd or a decent guitarist.” Din burst. “That’s what’s in your envelope, your cut from last nights takings. You’ll get that each time, I mean, if all goes well and we get that crowd size again.”
You nodded “Wow…Well…I’m sure I can make a few calls again…”
Din went wide eyed “So that’s a yes?” You slowly nodded and he punched the air with a smile and opened his arms when you reached your hand out to shake his. You then both did the opposite and it was even more awkward than you could have imagined, you broke through the moment with a small laugh.
“You’re just as bad as Solo.” You said between laughs. “Once slapped me in the tit trying to give me a high five.” Din cracked a smile at that and then you both settled on shaking hands. “I’ll practice some stuff, just let me know when you want me at the Cantina. I’ll tell Han to give you my number so you don’t have to come here all the time or worse- send Solo to get me.” Din chortled as you joked before heading towards your front door.
“Great, I’ll be in touch.” Din opened the door and then turned back. “Oh and Y/N?” You quirked a brow, a silent prompt for him to carry on. “I’m Din Djarin, I sing, I play piano occasionally but I’m really outta practice, I also enjoy catina band music too and I also like social justice. I can’t hula hoop while eating a slice of pizza. But I do enjoy eating slices of pizza.” With a wink and a small wave he was gone.
You stood there in mild shock that he remembered what you said from yesterday and then a smile took over your face. You stood in that spot until Leia came back with the coffee and chai.
“Wow…I’ve never seen you smile so wide, you must be real excited for this cold brew.”
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From: significant nuisance-
So 👀
From: you-
So what Solo?
From: significant nuisance-
I heard you’re thirsty for more 🎸
From: you-
Yah. Thirsty for more beer.
That isn’t watered down…
From: significant nuisance-
Can’t make any promises amigo
From: you- 😐
From: significant nuisance- 😘
You sat on the sofa while you let the background noise of TV shows accompany your mindless texting. You had been practicing most of the day so you were ready for rehearsals tomorrow evening at the bar, Han told you Wednesday nights were for rehearsals, Friday was the show-night.
From: Significant nuisance-
Coffee and a proper catchup?
From: You-
It’s a platonic date.
You threw on a coat and grabbed your purse before heading to a coffee shop that was near enough in between your house and Han’s. By the time you had arrived, he was already there with a cup of coffee and a pastry for you.
“Hmm trying to sweeten me up so I will play in your little band again Solo?” You sat down across from him “Too late, your bandmate already poached me.”
“I hope you don’t mind me telling him your deets, besides he was talking about you all night but you had disappeared with the most beautiful work of art to ever exist.” He longingly dramatically sighed over Leia before eating his brownie- you rolled your eyes at his lovesick puppy-esque response. “You didn’t tell me you were a little songbird…” he finally tested the waters in regard to your spontaneous singing.
You slowly moved your eyes from the pastry to meet his smug ones. “That’s because you don’t get me drunk enough for me to be one, you put ice cubes in my beer.” You quipped, almost defensively.
“You weren’t drunk on that stage.” He counter argued.
You shrugged “Maybe it was just the fumes I absorbed from everyone else drinking that caused me to have an abnormal out of body experience.”
“Yeah, that or you got the thrill from performing.” He countered. “Will you sing again?
You shrugged, taking a long sip on your coffee. “We’ll see. My main talent is guitar.” Han rolled his eyes with a smile. “What?”
“Stop being humble, you’re talented at everything.” He said.
“That is so true,” you playfully replied. “But in all seriousness it’s not my band, I just let the joy of performing take hold of me a little too much.” Han hummed, not completely convinced.
You both enjoyed each other’s company in a peaceful silence while you finished your drinks before parting ways. Han gave you a quick hug outside the cafe before you both split. “See you tomorrow night. And thank you so much again, I mean it.” He squeezed you tight “I think this will give us our big break.”
Little did any of you know at that point just how big the break would be.
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“Oh man that was awesome! You guys are killin’ it!” Din ecstatically hi-fived you all.
Practise was in full swing, you and Boba were having a great time blending chords to create melodies as Han kept perfect tempo and Din’s voice laced between the notes. “This Friday night is going to be great. Let’s take five for now.” Han practically dived off the stage to the bathroom and Boba made his way to the bar to catch-up with Maz. You were still on stage fine tuning your guitar, until a clearing throat caught your attention. “You’re sounding great.”
“Thanks,” you shot him a small nod. “I like how you guys do a mix of your own music and covers of others. Caters to a lot while also debuting your own.”
Din thanked you with a hand to his heart and a small bow. “At first I wasn’t much of a composer, or lyricist, or a performer, or even hopeful!” He halfheartedly laughed “But we were determined and all eager when we first started out, still are.”
“Solo’s told me some stories, I must admit it’s always kinda intrigued me. Especially since we used to play together a while back but…that was another lifetime ago. That was a different me.” You sent him a forced, thin smile. Din got the feeling there was more to the story than you were sharing but decided not to pry.
“Is that why you swapped the guitar for paintbrushes?” He asked.
A laugh bubbled from your throat “Not particularly to be honest. He always enjoyed being creative and I was always into art- making it and viewing it. Leia and I often go to galleries together.”
“Is she studying art like you?”
You shook your head no “Political science.” Din raised a brow. “I know.” You smirked rolling your eyes. “So, why ‘The Mandalorians’?”
He continued fixing and kicking about some wires as he replied. “I dunno, it’s an ancient creed. Just kinda resonated with me- until our last guitarist left.” He snorted and you smirked, Din looked to you. “Now it feels unified again.” The two of you shared a silent glance before Boba and Han eventually made their way back to the stage and you all took your places. “Let’s carry on with the next song,” Din said, kicking the wire by his feet to the side so he didn’t trip over it, standing virtually side by side with you.
“What’s next?” Han asked.
Din turned to you with a smile, your gazes lingering longer than either of you anticipated yet again. “Let’s have our newest bandmate have the honours of choosing.”
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“Next is a song specially selected by our one and only wonderful guitarist Y/N Y/L/N!” Din announced.
The bar was packed again- another sell out show thanks to your endless calls and help from Leia. The roar from the crowd, who were holding up most of the night, gave all of you another buzz while performing as their cheers filled every corner of the space. Solo counted you all in while creating his drumsticks together “1, 2, 3, hit it!”
You started strumming the guitar, the beat instantly recognisable to the crowd. A swell of cheers reaching everyone’s ears before Din grabbed his microphone and started to sing, deciding to put his own twist on the lyrics.
“Her name is Y/N,” your head snapped to him and he sent you a smirk before continuing to sing as goosebumps spread up your arms hearing him sing your name. “I have a dream about her. She rings my bell, I got gym class in half an hour, oh, how she rocks in Keds and tube socks…But she doesn't know who I am, and she doesn't give a damn about me,” you, Boba and Han belted out the chorus chords as Din gripped onto the microphone stand and sang his lungs out. “'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby! Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby! Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me, ooh…”
When the last verse and bridge was approaching, Din subtlety waved his hand for you to join him again by the mic like the week prior. He had been catching you mouthing and singing along thought the song. It made him smile.
He sang the bridge as you continued strumming your guitar, watching as you slowly approached him. “Man, I feel like mould, It's prom night and I am lonely. Lo and behold, she's walkin' over to me. This must be fake, my lip starts to shake…How does she know who I am? And why does she give a damn about me?” He sung before you interjected while continuing to strum your guitar.
You were on the opposite side of the microphone as you sang into it, looking at Din as you did- pleasantly surprised when you found him looking back. “I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby. Come with me Friday, don't say maybe…I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you…”
The pair of you finished the final few lines together, virtually singing to each other at this point and forgetting you were on the middle of a stage. “Oh, yeah, dirtbag! No, she doesn't know what she's missin’! Oh, yeah, dirtbag! No, she doesn't know what she's missin'...oh yeah…” you belted out the final cord, your eyes still locked with his, the curls sticking to his sweaty forehead and his chest desperately trying to consume air as the crowd erupted with cheers.
You and Din couldn’t hear a thing.
—•—
Din watched you with your cousin from the far side of the bar. He was slowly sipping on his drink, a small smile forming on his face whenever he saw you laugh, hearing it over the crowd.
“Another great night!” Boba joined him on a free seat. “She’s great,” he said, motioning to you before taking a gulp of his beer.
Din nodded, watching you pick out the ice cubes from your watered down beer Han got you again before finally ripping his eyes away. “She is.” Boba smirked as he shook his head, watching his dear friend internally debate whether to look over at you again or not, like he would lose a bet if he did.
He watched as Din lost with himself the second he looked over at you, a large smile instantly spread across his face when he noticed you noticing him.
Warning: some swearing, mentions of underage drinking, nothing major in this chapter- not proofread 🥲
A.N: I’m finally back guys sorry for going MIA work has been non-stop and have had little time to work on my writing 😭 but back with a new series with a twist!
‘The Mandalorians’ has been in my WIP for a while - a rockband!au perspective on the Star Wars universe with a sprinkling of well known characters throughout the Star Wars Universe!
I hope you all enjoy! Thank you all for your endless patience 🫶🏻
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Your life together had been nothing short of a whirlwind. You and Din had wondered where exactly it had all went wrong to end up in the predicament you were in now.
Leia was standing frozen in place with a small puddle of amniotic fluid at her feet. Between the three of you, no one had a phone that had reception and no one had managed to unjam the door quite yet from the outside.
Time itself felt like it had stopped.
You and Din sent each other a glance, whatever argument you had just finished having had disappeared the moment Leia had softly gasped and looked to her soaked shoes.
You took her hand and gently sat her down on the floor. “I’ve got you, we’ll get you out in no time.” You reassuringly squeezed her hand before she gripped onto yours after experiencing a contraction. Din was still standing in the same spot. “Don’t just stand there! Do something!” You snapped.
“Like what?!” His voice pitched. “I’m not a fucking doctor!”
“Get down here and take her hand you moron!” You said through gritted teeth.
“Stop arguing!” Leia cried out. “God!” She panted, “I don’t know what’s causing me more pain- the labour or the fact the two of you can’t stop bickering for one second and just admit that you still love each other!” She screamed out as a contraction hit. Your grip on her hand faltered slightly while Din’s tightened at her words.
The pair of you couldn’t bear to look at each other in the eye.
It was you that first managed to speak up after an unbearable moment of silence that lingered between her laboured breaths. “We don’t matter right now, this is about you and the baby.” Your voice was betraying you as it dipped and peaked at the thought that after all these years, all the years of joy, laughter, pain and tears, he still held you in his heart. “Can you try and help Han with the door?” You asked Din and to your surprise he was looking at you with woeful eyes.
All he could think about was how much time he had wasted.
And how right Leia was.
Another contraction endured brought him crashing back down to Earth, he stood up and tried to open the door as much as Han and Luke were from the outside. They finally managed to get it open after Din practically annihilated the door handle and lock. Han and Luke came rushing in and helped Leia to her feet before pulling her legs up to carry her.
“I can drive!” You and Din both said at the same time causing time inside the room to freeze once more. Your eyes locked onto one another’s, it felt like you had been transported back to the moment you first met.
“I’ll drive,” he eventually told everyone while looking at you. “Leia needs you.” You simply nodded and headed to the car. Han was with you in the back on the other side of Leia holding her while Luke went in the front and Din drove, like he said he would. He gave you look in the rearview mirror and stepped on the gas.
—•—
Ten years ago…
“Your list of favours are really racking up, Solo…”
The floppy-haired, waistcoat wearing, beat-up car driving rogue followed you about with his hands grasped together as he pleaded with you while walking down to the coffee shop. This was the one of many favours this month he had asked from you.
The first one was asking for you to set him up with your cousin- which you laughed at him and said was never going to happen. The other was for a loan of your car- you told him he’d have a better chance of you setting him up with your said cousin. Now it was trying to get you to play in his band.
“C’mon! Our guitarist bailed and this is a big gig for us.” Han pouted “I’ll get you a beer!” You burst out laughing and continued walking, it amused you that he utilised your tender age of almost twenty-one and illicit activities in order to tempt you. He hastily walked and ended up in front of you, grabbing you by the arms and stopping you on the spot. He had a look of pure seriousness on his face, one you had rarely seen before. He really was desperate.
You sighed “Don’t you know other guitarists?”
“They aren’t you.”
You smirked and rolled your eyes. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Solo.” You said and continued walking. He stood in place, slightly defeated. “However, in this instance…” He gasped and ran up to you with a wide smile, picking you up and spinning you on the spot. You erupted into a fit of giggles, passerby’s looking at the both of you with raised brows. “Just send me over your bands stuff and name your time and place. I can start practicing and be there for your rehearsals.”
Han felt a weight lift off his shoulders, he bought you a coffee as a thanks before heading to ‘The Cantina’ later that day. It was a dive bar on the other side of the city where his band played a mix of their own music and covers every Friday night. Tonight was the night they had managed to sell out. It was also the same day their guitarist bailed and joined another band who were going on the road. Han turned up a few hours later to the bar where the bass player, Boba, and lead singer Din were setting up. Din had his phone wedged between his ear and shoulder as he frantically tried to find a guitarist at the last minute.
Han grabbed the phone “Sorry- the position has been filled.” He swiftly declined the caller on Din’s phone with a proud smile while the singer looked at him dumbstruck. “I sorted it. Like I said I would. Got you a bitchin’ guitarist who’ll be here in…” he glanced at his watch “Ten minutes. You’re welcome.”
Din always found an ounce of Han overly cocky and obnoxious, the other parts of him he found surprisingly reassuring. “What do you mean? We haven’t talked about this!”
Han shrugged and sat behind his drum kit “I don’t know what there is to talk about? We needed a guitarist- I got you a guitarist. The end.”
“We have no idea what they are like! If they’ll merge with us? If they are actually any good!” Din exasperated.
“I’m exceptionally fucking good.” A voice drifted to the stage from the booths near the bar. “I might be bias though.” The three men turned their heads and found you standing there, guitar protectively wrapped up in your case with glittery initials embellished on it. You walked up to them and climbed onto the stage. “Are we doing this or what?” Din and Boba stood there dumbfounded as you started to unzip the case of your guitar while Han was beaming.
“We’ll start with wonderstruck, Y/N!” Han said with a smile.
Din raised his hand with furrowed brows “Hold on a second. Who the hell are you?”
You locked eyes with him, smirking and quirking your brow. “I’m the guitarist saving your ass.” You quipped. “That’s who the hell I am.” Boba snickered, his smile quickly dropping when Din sent him a stern glare. “You guys rehearse in this grease hole?” You snorted.
You removed your guitar and Boba gasped in delight. “Holy shit!” He came rushing over to you and awed at your guitar. “Sorry, I mean it’s nice to meet you and all, I’m Boba by the way. Is that a-“
“Yup, ain’t she a beaut? A Kyber Crystal guitar in Sith red. My pride and joy.” You said and then outstretched it to him. “More than welcome to give it a go, a couple more stings than a bass though.” You chuckled while motioning to his bass before handing him it over. Boba delicately took the guitar from you before practically holding his breath as he strummed a chord.
Din stood with a hand still in the air and a puzzled, baffled look on his face “I’m sorry, I mean who even are you? Some rando Han found?”
“Hey!” Han snapped, almost spraying the beer he had in his mouth at that allegation.
“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, I play guitar, go to college, I do actually enjoy cantina band music and I like social justice. I can also hula hoop while eating a slice of pizza.” You told Din with a hand on your hip. “And I’m not some rando, I’ve known Solo for the longest time. Sadly now I’m being exploited for favours and fighting him off making out with my cousin.” Din’s head looked back and forth from you and a wide grinning Han.
“Are we doing this?” Han asked. He had put them in a funny old position, one where Din didn’t have much of a choice but to accept the fact you were temporarily joining them on stage. He made his way to the mic, took one look at you, the hair, the guitar, the outfit.
Then Han counted down “3…2…1…let’s go!”
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Two hours had passed and when Din wasn’t singing, he was keeping his mouth shut.
He was impressed.
Even more impressed that Han could actually pull something off.
You were playing well. Better than well. Din sensed something within the band with you playing along them, this new shift, this new dynamic. Maybe this was the time they took off. Maybe what they were missing was you. Maybe what he needed was-
“You okay dude?” Din blinked out of his trance when you spoke up. “Next song or take five?”
“Uhh,” he cleared his throat. “Take five.”
You turned to Han when Din made his way to the bar to get a drink. “He hates me.” You told the drummer. “This was such a bad idea.”
“No he doesn’t hate you. He just hates change.” Han told you. “Tonight will be good and our biggest crowd yet!” He grinned “We sold thirty tickets.” You raised a brow “What?” He shrugged “It’s our biggest paying crowd!”
“Can people buy tickets at the door?” You asked looking at the vast venue that would look even more empty with only thirty people barely filling the space. Han nodded and you whipped out your phone. “I’ll make a couple of calls.”
Din returned to the stage as you walked off to the side. He watched you intently. When you looked up, your eyes locked with his. The tight smile from you told Din that you weren’t sure of him, a wariness almost. He probably deserved that for being pretty cold with you earlier. You hung up the phone and returned to the stage. “Next, and last, song will be ‘Catch the moon, cowboy’ if I remember your setlist correctly.”
“Sure is! Geez you know it better than I do.” Boba joked.
You shrugged with a small smile before aligning your fingers on the right chord. “Oh, also, you’re welcome by the way. In advance.” You said aloud as if it were a thought that escaped.
“For what?” Din asked with a puzzled expression.
“You’ll see.”
Another hour of practicing passed before the doors finally opened and a lot more than thirty people piled in. The whole bar was abuzz as Din peered from backstage. “Holy shit!” He laughed and the boys were jumping in delight while you stood with a smug smirk and arms crossed. Din looked over “You did this?”
“I just made some calls. No big deal.” Han ran over to you and spun you on the spot, causing you to laugh and almost causing Din’s heart to almost implode at the sound. “C’mon, we can’t keep a crowd waiting!”
You all made your way onto stage and the crowd cheered. You took your place near Din and he glanced back at you with a thankful expression on his face, you sent him a smile in return as confidence rushed through your veins. Then you belted out the first few chords.
“Good evening everybody!” Din spoke into the microphone “How we all doing tonight?” The crowd started to get even more riled up as the guitar played, the bass joined in, along with the drums. “We are The Mandalorians and it’s an honour to be playing for you all! Let’s do this!”
You started playing Wonderstruck, memorising the chords you learned a mere few hours ago.
It was hot.
The lights were almost blinding.
The crowd was jumping and howling and cheering.
Din held every note perfectly.
And you were all playing like your life depended on it.
You forgot how good it was to be on a stage playing.
The final song of the night came around and the crowd held up. You tried counting how many people there might have been but you knew it was well beyond thirty people.
“What a crowd you have all been! It’s been a pleasure to play for you! Now this is the last song of the night,” the crowd let out a few groans “Hey don’t worry, we will be back next week- same time, same place!” An eruption of cheers filled the hall and you all just smiled. You saw the way Din captivated and dazzled the crowd that just latched onto him and soaked up each word like a sponge. “This is ‘Catch me the moon, Cowboy.’”
You didn’t know what compelled you to start singing with Din just as he was reaching the chorus, but he heard your soft voice blending seamlessly with his rugged tones of the song he had wrote. The rest of the crowd couldn’t quite hear you however as you didn’t have a microphone so Din subtly waved you over to join him. You stepped forward, still strumming on the strings of your guitar and sang the last chorus and verses with him.
“So grab that lasso and look up to the stars, never mind those who said you wouldn’t go far, because I see you in that hat and those old tanned boots, c’mon then cowboy show me what you can do. Catch the moon, cowboy.” You both sang in the same microphone, your eyes never leaving his, and his never leaving yours. Even if there was a flicker of confusion in them with your freestyle moment at the end. “Catch me the moon, cowboy…catch me…catch me…oh won’t you catch me the moon”.
A few seconds of silence filled the room as you strummed the last chord and stepped away from the centre of the stage.
You both in that moment set the world ablaze.
Everyone saw it. Felt it.
Both of you wondered if the other felt the same way.
The biggest roar of cheer, clapping and whistling came from the crowd. “We’ve been The Mandalorians and it was a pleasure to play for you all!” Din hollered into the microphone. You all waved and bowed before running off the stage. The four of you stood in shock for a few moments at what had happened.
“That was fucking awesome!” Han double high-fived everyone and when he got to you at the end, picked you up and twirled you around again. “You are something special kid! Thank you. Thank you so much.”
“No bother, Solo. Although you do still owe me that drink…” you poked his chest, causing him to playfully roll his eyes. He left to grab you one and Boba followed him leaving you with Din. “Good show.” You sent him a small smile before going to get Han at the bar.
“You were right,” Din spoke up before you fully turned away. You turned back with a raised brow. “You are exceptionally fucking good.” He walked off in the same direction as Han and Boba and left you in a haze of various feelings as you made your way to meet Han at the bar.
“Here ya go,” Han placed a half glass of beer in front of you.
You gently swirled it and a gentle clattering took place within the glass, not that you could hear it over the volume of the crowd. “Ice cubes? In my beer?”
“Hey, you’re only twenty. I’m watering it down.” He took a sip of his, flaunting his two year age gap.
“I’m twenty one in a less than four months, dude!” You grovelled and took a gulp. “That’s the last time I do you a favour…guess I should just tell Leia to go home…” you teased in a sing-song voice.
“Ugh! Don’t use her against me!” Han groaned before gasping. “Wait. She’s here?!”
As if by some aligning of stars, hands wrapped around you from behind. “You were so good!” Then a kiss landed on your cheek. “I’m proud!” Leia came around and stood between you and a now gawking Han. “I’m proud…and thirsty.” She looked to the drinks and then to Han and then did it again.
“I’m on it, princess,” Han winked and eagerly went to order her a drink.
You shook your head while chucking “What?” Leia asked “He’s kinda cute…in a greasy hipster pirate kinda way.” You snapped your fingers in front of her face to bring her back to reality from her trance. Leia cleared her throat and smiled “Anyway tonight was about you! How did it feel playing after so long?”
“Like it never really left me. I mean, don’t get me wrong, being in that crappy high school band wasn’t overly serious and this felt like it was. Felt like I’m actually putting elements of my occasional music practice that’s slotted in around my art courses is getting put to good use.” You took a drink, the ice half melted now. “But this was a one and done thing. Just helping out Han.” Leia hummed, almost unconvinced.
Han returned and they sparked up conversation, you decided to catch up with some of the people that came to the show and told Leia you’d catch up with her later. Han mouthed a ‘thank you’.
You floated through the wave of people saying hello to old and new faces. You looked down at your watch and realised it was getting late. You went backstage to grab your guitar and then find Leia. You grabbed her in enough time to stop Han getting his hands on her. “Maybe another time, little drummer boy,” you teased “See ya later.”
Leia giggled as you dragged her further away from Han’s groaning. “Wait Y/N what about next week’s gig…?” He shouted over everyone’s heads but his voice merged into those that were lingering in the air.
Din clasped Han on the shoulder “Hey, where’s your friend?”
Han let out a snort of laughter “Friend? She wouldn’t call it that. I’m her personal pain in the ass…so if we are being technical, she’s actually my best friend.”
Din rolled his eyes “Fine. Your best friend?”
The drummer longingly sighed “She went home, dragging the love of my life with her. Why?”
“We made eight hundred dollars tonight AND had a full band thanks to her…and a little to you I guess.” He said quickly at the end. “I just…I just wanted to thank her and give her a cut too after we pay Maz- who is beyond happy with the business. She said if we can get crowds like that every week, she won’t charge us for practice hire.” He cracked a smile before cranking his neck over the sea of people. “She’s really gone home?”
Han nodded “Sure did. But I know where you’ll find her tomorrow.”
Pairing: Reed Richards x Grimm!F!Reader (eventual Johnny x Grimm!F!reader)
Warnings: mature themes, swearing, so much sweetness yet so much angst 😭 not proofread!
A.N: Inspired by the masterpiece that is ‘All too well’ the ten minute version of course 😌 enjoy 🫶🏻
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You and Ben knocked together the helmets you held in your hands, jeering each other on as you made your way to your respective jets on the tarmac.
“I bet you $100 I’ll get back first after we do our relay,” Ben said.
You shook your head with a smirk “Let’s make it $200 and you got a deal.” You taunted back and your brother shook your hand. You and Ben climbed into your jets, he was almost ten years older and had passed down the pilot bug to you. You had been flying for a short while since the age of eighteen, before fully qualifying just after your twentieth birthday that was ten months ago. But despite the fact he had a lot of years under his wing, you were still incredibly talented.
You placed on your helmet and mask before harnessing yourself in. “Grimm 1 copy,” you heard your brother through the speakers.
“Grimm 2, copy, loud and clear.” You replied as you made your way out to the runway with him. “Hope you have your wallet.” Your brother could practically see your smile under your mask.
The whirr of the jet engines sent a shiver down your spine each time, the feeling of takeoff washing over your entire body. Before either of you knew it, you had reached altitude.
“Race you to Vermont and back,” Ben said just as you met his eye-line.
“You’re on!” You took off with him hot on your heels. “Give it up Ben- along with $200!” You laughed just as you passed Connecticut, seconds before he came out of nowhere and flew right past you. Your brows raised in surprise before furrowing in focus. You glanced down at your controls, Vermont was just on the horizon, the subtle changing of green leaves to auburn indicating you were close to the north. Ben reached there first, playfully flipping you off as he sped past you once more. As you turned your own jet, you pushed a few buttons and unleashed the tricks you had up your sleeve.
Ben smirked to himself under his mask, glancing back to you only to find you gone. “Y/N?” He called out. “Y/N? Do you copy?” Panic began to sink into his bones when you failed to respond.
That was before he jumped hearing a sonic boom out of the blue. He looked up to you, finding you breaking the barrier of sound as you flew past him. “I copy, slow coach! You’re going for Knots I’m going for Mach!” He heard your giggle as he watched you disappear back the airbase you both originally started from in New York.
When Ben approached to land, you were already on the tarmac. “Where the hell did you pull that move?!” He asked jumping out of the cockpit. You shrugged a shoulder with a coy smile while holding out your hand. A silent indication. He rolled his eyes with a bemused smile. “Yeah, yeah, wait ‘til I get my wallet huh?” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Reed! Did you see that?!” You just about froze hearing the name leave your brother’s mouth.
His dearest friend and your deadliest vice.
You watched as he fumbled with a briefcase under his arm, dressed in slacks and a white shirt with the top button undone, always looking like he was about to bestow the earth with another creation. The earth would be so lucky you often thought.
He nodded, swallowing hard as he looked to Ben and answered. “I did,” Reed then turned to you. “Impressive.” You sent him a thin, tight smile. “I, uh, I have the mock-ups I wanted to go over you with for an engine? We briefly touched on it the other day.” Ben snapped his fingers as his memory came back to him. Your brother’s words faded around you both as you and Reed kept your eyes locked on each other.
You watched as his eyes slowly trailed down to your boots and back up your training jumpsuit and how he discreetly bit down on his lip when his gaze met yours again. You almost crumbled like a piece of paper, like the ones he tossed to the side when the idea didn’t quite work out.
“We’ll get changed and you can come back to ours.” Ben completely jumped over a suggestion and made it an obligation instead. Reed nodded while looking at you before you brushed past him, almost breaking the speed of sound again as you did.
As Ben went to the changing room on the opposite side, you met Reed by the door of yours- as you often did whenever the opportunity arose. He leaned against the frame and looked at you with soft eyes and an even softer smile. He looked behind his shoulder before gently cupping your cheek and bringing your face towards his, a chase kiss to your lips before pulling back before either of you get caught.
Always in secret, never in sight.
He was the same age as your brother, specks of grey hair kissing his dark ones like snow and his tired eyes remained their distinctive striking shade despite the exhaustion. You had known the scientist most of your life, he and Ben close friends for all of theirs.
But the boundary of casual friendship was crossed on your nineteenth birthday when he kissed you behind your house, practically pinning you against the wall and frantically pressing his lips against yours and every inch of your exposed skin as if he was going to die if he didn’t. How Reed held you so skilfully like he was holding a jewel he had been searching his entire life for.
“I thought we could maybe go upstate to a cabin for the weekend? Just the two of us.” He suggested, tucking an invisible strand of hair behind your ear just so he could graze his hand over your skin again. “Just us.” He whispered his reiteration as if he was scared the rest of the world would hear. “No one else will ever know. We don’t even have to leave the bed…” you lowly chuckled at his last comment, pressing a hand to his chest that he reached for, softly grabbed and pulled it away from his body. Not that you realised looking at him wide-eyed and full of what you always thought and assumed was love.
You nodded and he smiled, bringing your knuckles to his lips and then letting you go to get changed.
You sat in the backseat of Ben’s car, your eyes never leaving the back of Reed’s head. Your fingers traced down the length of his arm that was trapped between the seat and the car door- a silent scream that you were there, thinking about him, wanting each and every one of his seconds as Ben rambled on about something.
Reed’s fingers discreetly wiggled for your own and you brushed the tips of your fingers over his.
A reply just loud enough for only you to hear.
When you all arrived back to the home you shared with Ben you watched your brother rush up the stairs, giving the chance for Reed to kiss you again before your brother called for him. You stood at the bottom of the staircase as Reed hesitated at the top when you reached your hand out for him, as if he could stretch out his own to hold it. He sent you a wink before disappearing behind the wall and leaving you at the bottom.
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You laced your fingers between his as you rested on Reed’s bare chest and watched the red and golden leaves outside start to fall from the large window from the comfort of the bed you both lay on.
He pressed a long lingering kiss to your forehead. “I don’t want to leave here,” you told him as you squeezed his hand a little tighter.
“We’re gonna have to, we have a dinner reservation…” he replied. You wanted him to say the same, that he didn’t want to leave either. Instead his hands roamed over your bare body. “But I’d be more than happy having dessert first…” his sultry tone made you smile and you reached your head up to capture his lips, completely forgetting the earlier thought that crossed your mind.
You went to dinner, walking the streets hand in hand of the small town where no one knew either of you. That you could both just wander and be yourselves, be together for once without having to watch Reed look over his shoulder. A rush of wind raced past you both, you held each other while giggling and trying to compose your clothing that was now flying about, the scarf around your own neck now virtually on his.
He kissed you in the middle of it all.
“You wanna drive us back to the cabin?” He asked and tossed you the car keys.
You grabbed them off the ground, completely missing them, he smirked and shook his head as you stood back up. You climbed into the car and drove back, Reed’s hand rested on your thigh under the dress you had picked out just for him.
“I missed this,” you admitted. “I feel like we haven’t had a minute together recently.” Between both of you working and the fact Reed insisted the pair of you kept your little moments between yourselves, you hadn’t had him in what felt like years.
Reed sent you a smile, leaned over and whispered in your ear. “You’re gonna get all the minutes you want when we get back to the cabin.” He squeezed your thigh and softly kissed the spot between your cheek and ear.
He was true to his word, he carried you in as you kissed him, laying you down on the bed before ruining the made-up bedsheets and you, ending up in the same position as earlier with him. Perfectly entwined in the sheets just like the secret you shared with him.
But the minutes you had with him were counting down and before you had realised, you were in the car back home. Reed was driving, missing traffic lights so he didn’t miss a minute of you. But when he pulled up on a street a block away from your home, he moved his hand from your thigh and quickly kissed your cheek. You had waited to hear the three words you desperately craved to leave his mouth but they never did.
The weekend with him was over.
—•—
Ben was walking up to you with a grin spreading from ear to ear just as you were doing pre-flight checks.
“He asked me!” He said.
“Who asked you what?” Your brow furrowed in confusion as you pulled on your jumpsuit properly and zipped it up over your vest underneath as a cold wind picked up, arms of the suit sightly creased from how you had them tied around your waist.
Ben snorted “Reed! He asked me to swap a jet for a rocket! He’s asked me to fly for him- I’m going to space Y/N!” He excitably grabbed you and embraced you in a tight hug.
Your body froze, a smile didn’t grace your face at the news. You had always thought Reed would ask you. Reaching the stars together since he made you see them each time you were with the scientist.
“I’m so happy for you, Ben.” Your voice broke as you spoke into his ear.
You had went to Reed’s that evening, hot tears had burned your cheeks on the way over, your heart aching more with each beat. You knocked on the door and he opened it, his eyes going wide seeing you in the other side. He came out into the cold and shut the door behind him “What are you doing here?”
“Was I not good enough?” You asked him, another tear slipping down your cheek, it kept your cheek warm as it became colder. “You know I’m a great pilot- you didn’t even have an ounce of consideration for me?”
Reed swallowed hard and his gaze fell to the ground. “It’s not like that.”
“Then what is it like!? Because it’s me? Is it because I’m a girl? Fuck you and the patriarchy if it is!” You didn’t mean to shout, your eyes shutting over as you mentally scolded yourself on his doorstep. “I-I’m sorry I’m just…I need to know why.”
“Its dangerous. I don’t want to take any risks with you, Y/N.”
Your eyes opened, his words cutting deeper than the grave you had felt you had suddenly fallen into as flakes of snow started to fall. “Are you talking about being an astronaut?”
Reed’s eyes narrowed “What?”
“I said are you talking about being an astronaut…or us?”
His brief silence answered your question before he even opened his mouth. “You know how I feel about you.” Reed said as he didn’t reach out for you as much as you wanted to reach out for him.
You dryly laughed as glistening snowflakes melted on your skin and clung to your clothes. “Do I?” You asked with a dumbfound smile. “No, Reed I don’t. I don’t know what the fuck we are! You don’t want anyone to know about us but you don’t want me to leave your arms? You want secret love affair weekends and then you can’t even look me in the eye! I’m not a secret Reed! I’m not a risk! You want the idea of me…who even is that?!” You cried. He shifted on the spot. “Maybe I asked for too much…to be loved like I love you.”
“How do you think it would look if everyone saw we were together?” He retorted, the words you needed to hear not leaving his lips and instead ones in argument against.
“I don’t give a shit what people think! I would hope they would think that we were happy!” You countered.
Reed sighed “No, they’d take one look at me with you and raise a brow. If we were maybe a little closer in age…I’m too old-”
“Don’t even go there.” You cut him off, your blubbery voice turning sharp. “Don’t even begin to blame age because you can’t find the balls to blame yourself.” You hissed. “You never even said it back.” Your voice was heavy with regret and realisation that he never told you he loved you, even after you said it to him countless of times like a sacred prayer. Reed’s eyes fell to the snow-kissed ground. “I loved you once. I won’t make that mistake again.”
You didn’t wait for a response from him as you stormed back to your car and slammed the door before speeding off. The magic you both once had disappearing in front of your very eyes but the snow still sparkled as you drove through it.
Reed stepped back inside his house and looked up to the figure being illuminated by the refrigerator light- the same light he used to dance with you in, hold you close against his warm body as the cold air poured from it. “You okay, Reed?” They asked.
“I’m okay, Sue.”
—•—
Ben insisted you joined him as he made his final preparations before takeoff. He wanted you to be there as they were filming a documentary.
It had been almost a year since you saw Reed last on the doorstep with tears in your eyes.
You had turned twenty one while he had married about two months ago to a woman Ben said was good for him. You wondered if he would have said the same thing about you with Reed, but there was no point checking the pulse of that secret- it was one you had buried deep in a heart-shaped grave.
The second you thought you finally forgot about him, you were faced with him in a new hell that was the room they were preparing for space in.
He didn’t notice you at first as he had his back to you, didn’t notice as you were filled with shame seeing his hands willingly grab the ones of his wife. He was so casually cruel around you with her, soft smiles and public kisses you once longed for were ones she didn’t have to beg for.
“Ben!” She delightedly called out for him. “Is this your sister?”
Reed looked over his shoulder to you, a stark contrast from when he looked away from you over it so he wasn’t caught. His eyes flickered to the ground before a fake smile plastered over his face.
Ben introduced you to Sue before he was called away for a shot. You hadn’t attended the wedding, forcing yourself onto a mission instead that took you across the country as far away as you could possibly get from it all.
“Best pilot in the world,” Reed proudly described your brother as your love of flying slowing being drained from your body at his flippant comment.
“Best looking he means,” Ben joked.
You didn’t notice Reed’s eyes on you as he said his words and brother said his.
“Did I pass through heaven already? ‘Cause there’s an angel standing right here.” A blonde figure pointed at you and practically slid his way to stand beside you. “Johnny Storm,” he reached out his hand for yours “Believe me when I say the pleasure is all mine.”
You reached out your hand to shake his “Y/N Grimm.”
“He’s very single Y/N, please do us a favour and take him off our hands!” She smirked and ruffled his hair, you smiled as he tried to fix it quickly. Johnny’s hands slowed as his gaze with you burned into your soul, you were convinced he restarted your lifeless heart again.
Reed glared from the far corner of the room at the two of you, suddenly feeling a chill in the air like on the very night he saw you last. He looked up, almost convinced it would start to snow.
As the next few days went on, the closer you and Johnny were getting. Sharing laughs, a few flirts here and there and of course winding up your brother.
“I gotta go,” you pecked Ben’s cheek before giving him a tight hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow, I’m so proud of you.” Your brother graciously smiled at your showering of pride.
You had left through a set of double doors when you heard them reopen again, almost flying off the hinges and hitting the walls they were between.
“Don’t I get a kiss for good luck?”
You turned on your heels and saw Johnny there panting as he attempted to catch up with you before you left. He tried to regulate his breathing as he slowly walked to where you stood with a smirk. “Hmm, I’m not convinced you need one.”
He grinned and shook his head. “I sure was hoping for one, my lips are dry…” he feigned a sigh.
You raised a brow “I thought it was for luck?”
Johnny reached out for you, a hand around your waist that brought you closer to him, your face inches away from his. “If you kiss me for long enough, I’ll count it as both.”
Johnny didn’t look over his shoulder before kissing you.
—•—
The next day you watched from the control room as the four of them were ready for takeoff. Your eyes darted between the four of them, lingering on Johnny for a little longer than your brother, far longer than the time you spent looking at Reed.
You let out a sigh of relief as they made it out the atmosphere and began their mission in space.
Someone had gave you a headset to talk to Ben and the rest of the team from your seat on earth.
“Ben to Y/N, do you hear me?” He asked, slightly static but not as bad as the screen you were watching him on.
You placed your hand on it as if you were cupping his face. “I hear you, Ben.” You replied with a smile.
“Do you hear me?” Johnny asked, bringing a crooked smile to your face.
“Loud and clear, Johnny Storm.” You gave him the satisfaction he was seeking.
“Space is really something, so beautiful,” he told you. “Not as beautiful as the person in my ear who’s back on earth however…” your smile grew in size as your heart did the same. “The stars are nothing to the ones in your eyes.”
“Knock it off- that’s my baby sister!” Ben grumbled.
“Hey! I’m only telling the truth here!” He held his hands in mock defence. “I’ll be the same on our next date when I’m back, Y/N.” You bit down on your lip and softly giggled at his declaration. “Yanno, since our date last night was no where near enough for me…”
A chill went down your spine at the thought. How the kiss in the hallway had escalated to dinner, and that dinner led you to his bedroom that same night. You could still feel traces of his hands on your body and the kissed he showered you with.
Johnny was the complete opposite from how Reed kissed you with calculated caution, how Reed touched you so gently he wouldn’t leave a mark. The blonde bombshell showed you how much whereas the scientist made you guess how much.
But you loved every second of his playful teasing from space. This is what you had been longing for. Johnny didn’t want to hide you, he wanted to scream about you from the rooftops.
You were meant to be seen - not hidden away.
“Can we please focus.” Reed’s tone shifted the mood, his bit-out, stern words creating a tension in the vacuum of space and back on Earth.
“What’s that?” You heard Sue ask before the screens showing the spacecraft went dark and panicked voices filled your ears.
You froze as the worst thoughts imaginable filled your head.
Your heart suddenly breaking again as the last thing you heard Johnny scream was your name.
—•—
“I’m going, you can’t stop me,” you pulled your way out of the grip of your commander as you scrambled for a jet, word getting back to you that the shuttle was on its way back to earth. After a communication blackout with the team, you were sick to your stomach that something had happened. You were dammed if you weren’t going to help a rescue effort. “Hell, I’ll single-handedly lead a reconnaissance mission if I have to!” You snapped and jumped into the cockpit, taking off faster than you had ever done in your life.
Your eyes were on the sky as you kept track of the signal, softly whispering hopes to yourself, that a higher power than you would take care of them and keep them safe as they fell back to the earth.
“I see you…” you whispered out seeing a dot, no larger than a star twinkling in the blue sky. “Falling northwest,” you called out “Sending coordinates now.” You watched as the capsule fell into the sea as a swarm of other jets, helicopters and boats arrived to the area.
You hovered over the capsule, trying to find any signs of life, as the seconds passed, the worse the sinking feeling in your stomach became.
And then the glass of the capsule was sent flying into the air and your world was suddenly turned upside down upon seeing a stony figure, knowing deep down it was him.
That it was your brother Ben.
—•—
You paced outside the hospital room where your brother was before your back hit the wall and you slid to the ground. He had explicitly asked for no visitors- including you.
The door across from his room opened and Johnny emerged, you looked up to him from where you were sat, curled up on the floor. His eyes softened seeing the tears in your own and opened up his arms for you. You leaped into them as he held onto you tightly, pressing a kiss to your hairline. “Will he be okay?” You asked Johnny while crying into his shoulder.
“He’ll be okay,” even if that wasn’t the case, you were warmed by the fact he tried to comfort and console you. “I’m so glad to have you in my arms again,” he admitted with his eyes closed, feeling an overwhelming sense of safety with you close to him.
You pulled back, a smile finally breaking through all the tears you had spilled. Johnny leaned in and kissed you without a second of hesitation in the middle of the hallway. “I’m so glad you came back safe,” you told him. “So I can be back in your arms.”
Johnny felt a tear build and slip from the corner of his eye at your words, his whole heart engulfed with joy. You kissed him again, a newfound warmth from him being absorbed by your lips. “I think it’s a sign.” He said against your skin.
“A sign?” You asked.
He smiled “A sign that we should be together.” He told you before wrapping his arms tighter around you and passionately pressing his lips to your own once more.
You didn’t even notice Reed at the bottom of the hall watching the moment unfold and how all he could remember and envision those moments with you.
The few months that followed was an adjustment. Ben finally opened his arms to you and his new abilities, accepting who he was now. You became accustomed to Johnny’s fiery powers, especially when he wrote flirty messages the sky for you and for everyone to see, and you had grown close to Sue the closer you grew to her brother.
But you and Reed still kept a distance, your secret still trapped between you both. The fallout was too catastrophic for either of you to come back from. The memories even more so.
Every time you saw him, you were convinced you were in the grave again that you dug for yourself because of him. But then Johnny came out of nowhere and raised your body from the ground along with your spirits, every moment you had with Reed was forgotten the second you were with your Johnny.
You were at the Baxter building one evening returning to Johnny’s room. It was late, there was a stillness outside and the world was quiet as you padded back upstairs barefooted in your pyjamas to his room.
“Y/N?” You heard your name in the darkness and looked down at the bottom of the stairs. Reed was there. His face illuminated by the moonlight outside as he placed a hand on the wall, reaching it out with a glimmer of hope that you would reach back as he looked at you full of lorn. He had be maimed by a flame, one that once burnt you too, and you could see the severity of it on his moonlit face. “Do you remember us?”
His quiet spoken words hung heavy in the air. Your hands remained by your sides.
Your words were even heavier and lingered around Reed’s frame, even when you had vanished out of his sight.
They would haunt him for the rest of his life.
They were spoken out before your flame came out of his room and reached his hand out for yours with a smile. The wall obscured Reed from his view. Johnny’s hand was the one you reached for. You disappeared behind the wall and left Reed at the bottom. All that remained was the moonlight and your reply.
Warnings: Smut! MDNI (18+) Oral (fem!Rec), intercourse, fingering- lots, mild voyeurism, dirty talk, swearing, unprotected sex- pls wrap before you tap. Not proofread 🥲
A.N: This scene singlehandedly altered my brain chemistry 🫨✌️
Please let me know what else you guys would like to see me write! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨
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“What’s the ETA on dinner?” Ben asked as he approached the kitchen.
You looked at the pans in front of you and then up to the clock. “Twenty minutes- on the dot!” You smiled and then playfully smacked his solid arm with the towel noticing him dipping a finger into the sauce. “Hey!”
He laughed as he tasted a little bit. “That is good- almost as good as mine.” You rolled your eyes at him in jest. “Maybe just some-“ he blinked as you sped past him, grabbing a handful of fresh parsley before he even had the chance to suggest it. “Parsley…” you sent him a small smile. Your skills coming in handy at times.
It took some time to adapt when you all returned to Earth with powers, each just as unique as you all. You had the ability to move at whirlwind speeds, bending space and time with the velocity you could achieve. Ben had his strength, Reed had his stretch, Sue had her invisibility and Johnny was dubbed as a pyromaniac by you and Ben when he got on your nerves.
“Two steps ahead of you, Ben.” You began frantically cutting it up and placed it in the pan.
He snorted “More like twenty!” He stepped back, “Just give me a shout if you need my help!” Ben walked off to the living room.
A pair of hands landed on your waist making you jump. “And you can give me a shout if you need me…”
“Johnny Storm!” You gasped hearing him discreetly whispering your ear. “I’m gonna kill you!” He chuckled against your cheek before using his hands that were on your waist to turn you to face him. “Ben is right there.” You warned him.
He smirked “You know me, I love playing with fire…” he attempted to lean in and you stopped him reaching your lips with an outstretched spatula. “Oh c’mon, one kiss!” He pouted out his bottom lip and batted his lashes “Please?” He knew you’d never be able to resist.
“I gotta finish dinner,” you giggled before his puppy-dog gaze finally got to you and you cracked, placing a quick kiss to his lips. “Happy?”
“That was too fast!” He whined as you turned back to finishing off the meal you were preparing. Johnny snaked his arms around your waist again and perched his chin on your shoulder.
“Well I’m known for speed…” you told him with a smirk.
It had been a number of months since the two of you had admitted your feelings for one another. The pair of you had sitting side by side out on the balcony looking up to the stars, he had been keeping you warm thanks to his abilities. You remembered how he looked at you, more intrigued and amazed than all the stars in space which he loved so much- looking at you as if he held space in his arms that night.
It had been hard to catch a moment in the confines of the building where you now all resided. Between helping out the public, tv appearances and just in general, you never really had a moment together, much less an intimate one, without someone disturbing the both of you- especially since you kept your relationship between the two of you for the time being.
He squeezed you a little tighter. “I’ve missed you,” he kissed your shoulder “Thought about you lots…” his tone dropped an octave and your eyes fixated forward. “Thought about us, thought about you under me again this morning…” he pressed a kiss to your jaw.
“Johnny…” you half warned, the memory of being under him brought a grin to your face. Slow kisses with even slower grinding of your hips against his before Reed sauntered in and you darted to the other side of the room, fixing your top and wiping away the remnants of Johnny from the corners of your lip as casually as you could. “I gotta finish dinner!” You told him as you moved about pans. “And you’re not-ah!” You jumped back as a burning spread through the palm of your hand.
“Hey, hey, here place your hand under cold water.” He instantly sprung into a protective mode as he ran the cold tap for you and brought your hand towards it. “You’ll be okay.” You looked up to him through your watery lashes as his eyes were transfixed on your reddening palm. His own hand gently wrapped around your wrist, his thumb above your pulse point. His eyes slowly found yours “Okay?”
You nodded “Okay…” a smile spread across your face as you pressed your forehead to his lips for a moment to receive a kiss before your own lips found his. “Feels different.” You said, the words not quite intending to leave your lips as they parted from his.
“How so?”
You shook your head, looking at the skin already developing a blossoming reddish, blistering mark that he gently brushed his fingers over. “Haven’t had a burn like this in a long time.” You softly mused. “The burns I get don’t hurt me, they’re purposeful…they’re why I wanna play with fire…” you quietly admitted to him, looking to him with stars and mischief sparkling in your eyes. Johnny gulped and looked around.
He brought his face closer to yours, the air between you both was thickening. “You better not admit that too loudly, sweetheart, I heard there’s a boy around here who’s into that sorta thing…” he teased, regaining his suave composure again. “Into leaving his mark on pretty girls…” a small flame burst from Johnny’s finger as he brought it between your faces “Into all sorts of pyrotechnic shit,” that made you laugh, playfully pushing him away.
“Set the table, hot stuff.” You commanded him and he did just as you asked with a shit-eating grin on his face, but not before grabbing a box of cereal and munching on it a fistful at a time. “You’re gonna ruin your appetite!”
Johnny walked past the pot that was bubbling away and hummed when he caught the aroma coming from it. Your eyes looked up to him and you watched as he dipped two fingers in before licking them clean with his mouth.
His seemingly innocent manoeuvre set you alight as much as he often was.
“What?” He asked noticing you completely transfixed, your eyes darting from his own, to his mouth, to his fingers and back again. He did it again while looking in your eyes, making slick, almost sloppy, sounds as his two digits slipped from between his lips again and glistened in the kitchen light. “You okay?” He asked, completely unaware of what his move that he didn’t even think twice about had done to you. Completely unaware that you were on the verge of eating him alive.
That was until he noticed you pressing your thighs together.
Then everything clicked.
Johnny did it again, this time slowly and with a smirk plastered on his face. You intensely watched him as he placed his fingers back into his mouth whilst gazing into your eyes, moaned and then brought them slowly back out with a pop. Ensuring that he spread them a just enough to really rile you up, his tongue perfectly aligning between them and subtle- very suggestive- flicks of it for good measure.
You were all about to sit down to eat the meal you prepared for dinner- but he wanted to eat something else.
“What? So he gets to do it and I get hit with a towel?”
Ben’s voice made you jump and clutch your chest, Johnny walked off to set the table with a boyish grin on his face.
“You a little warm in here? I can out the fan on since you got some sweat on your forehead.” If only Ben knew it wasn’t from the heat of the kitchen.
H.E.R.B.I.E rang everyone for dinner when you gave him the all go.
Ben sat down saving a space beside him for you, Sue waddled in gently caressing her bump and sat opposite of him, Reed hastily catching up with everyone- as usual. You and Johnny eventually sat down on opposite sides of the table, smoothing out your dress before you took your seat.
“Looks great kid!” Ben admired the spread.
“Yes she does.”
Everyone’s head, including your own snapped to Johnny who was in a world of his own.
“What did you say?” Sue spoke up, rubbing her pregnant belly with an amused smirk on her face, glancing between the two of you. She was ready to taunt her brother until the end of days.
Johnny went bright red, but not from his fiery abilities, but from realisation from what he said to you. “What did I say?” His voice pitched, breaking halfway through his words.
Ben chuckled “Smooth…”
“Wait, wait I remember now,” he tried to assure everyone but mainly himself. “I said ‘Yes it does’. That’s what I said.” Johnnys hands acted defensively on his behalf. “That’s what I definitely said.”
“Even smoother…” Reed said under his breath with a smile, eventually weighing in.
You looked up to the boy who was burning in front of you with a knowing smile. Extending out your foot to him and gently rubbing it on his calf.
“Hey! He’s playing footsies with her now!” Ben said and you swiftly pulled back.
Johnny cleared his throat “I was just trying to sit up better!” His lame excuse lingered over the table.
“Alright, alright!” Sue chuckled. “Can we just enjoy and appreciate this lovely spread Y/N has bestowed upon us with.”
“Yes, thank you Y/N.” Reed smiled just as Ben thanked you at the same time.
“Chef in the making, kid- thanks for this!”
Thier voices harmonising with another very quiet one. “Wish I was getting bestowed with lovely spread legs…”
“Huh?” Sue asked before taking a sip of water.
The grip on your fork almost made it shoot from your hand you applied so much force to it at his words.
“Said it is lovely to be bestowed with such a lovely spread!” Johnny reiterated in a clear, mumble free, louder voice. “Thank you for dinner, Y/N…” he said with a smile.
“You’re all welcome.” You forced a smile and took a mouthful of food, glaring at Johnny between your lashes and attempting to kick his leg under the table.
“OW!” Reed yelped and you stared at your plate as he looked under the table. “Did you just kick me?” He asked looking to Johnny.
“Musta done…” you quickly added, quite literally adding fuel to the fire, especially when Ben chortled as Johnny sent you a narrow-eyed glare. “Bon appetite guys!”
—•—
After dinner you roped Johnny into doing the dishes with you. You had both left the others at the table, a sheepish grin on your face when Reed brought up his aching shin.
When you were both out of view, Johnny dipped his head and captured your lips with his own, you gasped at the sudden contact. “You’re feeling risky…” you said, motioning to the family at the table who were just hidden from view with both of you in the utility room, wrestling with the dishwasher.
“I’m feeling frisky,” he corrected and you raised an amused brow. Johnny grabbed your arms, holding you frozen in place “Don’t think I didn’t notice.”
“Notice what?” You replied with a surprising amount of composure and feigned naivety.
He brought up two fingers in front of your face.
The same two fingers he had been taunting you with.
You practically glared at them before your eyes flickered to his.
“You like a little finger and mouth action huh?” Johnny smirked and you gently pushed him away with a flustered huff. He grabbed you by the waist and sat you up on the countertop, a faint yelp leaving your throat before you placed a hand over your mouth.
“What are you doing?!” You quietly hissed and became more wary of the three others sharing conversations on the other side of the wall as he placed himself between your legs. You tried to pull down your dress that began to hike up further and further the closer he got.
“I said- you like a little finger,” he showed you them both again, pressed together “and mouth action.” He then moved them apart and in between them both made a dragging motion with his tongue. You went wide-eyed, swallowing hard at the sight and answering him with your stunned silence.
“You’re unhinged,” you tried moving but Johnny placed his hands on your thighs, his fingertips gently pressing into your skin.
Then in one swift motion, he moved his hand between them and pulled your panties to the side with a finger before swiping the same two between your damp folds. You gasped at his brazen move and at his touch, Johnny’s hand cupped over your mouth again as his other continued to touch you with calculated, slow conviction.
His eyes were locked onto your wide ones as he removed his fingers and held them between both your faces. His eyes broke away from your own when he caught them glistening in the light. “Holy shit…” he whispered with a smirk before bringing the fingers to his mouth and perfectly recreating his moment with the sauce earlier that night. Johnnys eyes fluttered shut as he savoured the taste of you, drawing his fingers painfully slow from his lips with a pop and delighted hum. “I shoulda had you for dinner instead.” You gulped, Johnny could feel the heat radiating from you.
“You guys need a hand?” Sue asked and Johnny quickly pulled you from the countertop and started stacking the dishwasher quicker than the speeds you could achieve. She came from around the corner and smiled. “You got him trained well, Y/N. Couldn’t get him to lift a finger back home,” she teased. “You okay?” She asked, noticing you gripping onto the counter for dear life.
“I’m good,” you managed to croak out and send her an unconvinced smile. In actual fact you were better than good, beyond good and beyond stunned that the boy crouching down next to you pulled such a move.
Sue’s eyes glanced between you born before leaving with a nod of her head, Johnny looked up to you and winked.
—•—
It was well into the night when he knocked on your door and invited himself into your room.
The moment you shared with him earlier had been on your mind. How his chaste touch had almost completely and utterly undone you. How his eyes darkened ever so slightly when he felt your slick heat against his fingertips. How you never in a million years thought he’d take such a chance to tease you in such a risky spot.
Johnny’s lips were instantly on yours, frantic kisses being peppered across your lips and yours on his own and over the skin that surrounded them. You didn’t know where his limbs started and yours ended.
“Fuck,” he hissed as you gently sunk your teeth into his bottom lip. “You’re unreal…”
“You’re trouble,” you replied. “That was too close earlier!” You said, breaking the kiss to drag him to your bed which you both fell too.
“You loved it,” he practically purred. “You loved every second of it.” He kissed you again “I loved every second of it.” Johnny sat up in his knees, his hands roamed over your curves as he gazed down upon you. “Your pussy feels like a dream, so warm. So. Fucking. Wet.” He bit out each word as his hands moved under your dress. “Tell me what you want.
“I want you, Johnny baby,” you whined, pursing out your bottom lip and making yourself completely irresistible to him. “I want you to touch me again. I wanna watch you lick what’s left of me from your fingers.”
Johnny was almost alight at your words. He made quick work of your underwear, tossing them to the side before slowly pushing up your dress until he gasped at the sight of you virtually glistening for him. “Shit, baby, all for me?” He asked with a taunting tone and you nodded. Johnny brought his two fingers to your core again, gently sweeping them over your wet folds. He watched you in awe squirm under his soft touch before you watched him lick you from his fingers with a delighted hum. “You taste fucking unreal.” Johnny then leaned down “Gotta have more of you…gonna drink you up you’re practically pouring for me.” He groaned as you spread your legs a little more for him.
“Oh god!” You moaned, gripping onto his hair as his head found itself between your thighs and his tongue deep in your pussy. Your back arched as he ate you out, the sound of Johnny lapping you up drew a loud groan from your mouth. “Yes! Fuck yes, Johnny!” You cried as he attempted to hold your legs in place as they convulsed with pleasure.
He pulled back with a gasp, his frantic pants filling your room. “Keep up that and the whole of New York is gonna hear you,” he smirked whist licking his lips. “Let’s make it New Jersey too.” He darkly added before going down in you again and adding in his two fingers for good measure too.
A scream threatened to leave your throat but your hand managed to muffle it with your hand before it escaped your mouth. You looked down to Johnny, his eyes catching yours for a moment before he buried himself back between your legs, his fingers skilfully pumping in and out of you while his mouth was latched onto your clit. The guttural noises leaving his mouth sent chills up your spine and made you even wetter. “J-Jesus,” your eyes squeezed shut as you sunk deeper into your bed “FUCK! You’re g-gonna make me cum!”
“Good, that’s what I wanted,” he replied against your heat. “Need you to cum on my tongue, Y/N, need it so bad baby.” He growled and frantically swiped his tongue against your clit while his fingers still thrusted in and out of you until you did as he asked, did as he practically begged and came on his tongue as your whole body shook on the bed.
Johnny pulled his fingers out and moved his mouth away, you looked at him and slowly sat yourself up as he remained between your legs. You silently reached for his hand, the one with you running down his two skilled fingers and brought them to your own lips, cleaning them off while gazing into his eyes as he watched with his jaw dropping.
His lips then curved into a smirk before he cupped your cheeks and bent down to capture his slick lips with your own, his tongue slipping between your lips and allowing you to taste yourself even more. The weight of him over you made you fall back to the bed again, Johnny being pulled down with you.
You both shared a soft giggle before being caught in a kiss again. “Johnny,” you mewed and toyed with the button on his pants.
“You taste so fucking delicious, baby.” He moaned against your skin, his hands running up and down your bare sides. “If you’re that tight around my fingers, I can’t even imagine you taking my cock. So tight you’ll be squeezing it, soaking it…”
“Well then, are you gonna let me squeeze and soak you?” You asked with a playful raised brow. Johnny grinned and stood up, trying to quickly remove his clothes but getting caught up in them he was so eager. You giggled, biting down on your bottom lip. “Don’t worry, I can help.” He was about to open his mouth to question but by the time he did, you had used your powers and whizzed around him, quickly removing every article of clothing as well as your own. “That’s better.”
“Much better…” he smirked and snaked his arms around you. “I know I’ve seen you like this before but, holy shit, you’re so beautiful.” He peppered soft kisses across your cheek and over your jawline before reaching your neck. You bashfully tucked your head into his stretched neck as pressed a kiss to it.
“You’re too sweet,” you softly replied as his fingertips heated up, touching the spots he knew and loved well and applying a gentle heat. “So pretty,” you whispered into his ear and kissed the lobe. Johnny looked up to you, a bashful expression in his face. “You’re beautiful too.” He smiled and pressed a long kiss to your lips before resting his forehead on your own. A soft moment between rough, passionate chaos like an eye of a storm- just as you looked into the eyes of one.
“I’m lucky, that’s what I am.” He replied before slowly walking forward, picking you backwards towards the bed. “I gotta have you, I need to feel you.” He said, muffled against your skin and lips.
“Then I’m all yours.” You felt him smile against your cheek, he thread this fingers between yours as he slipped inside you, the two of you moaning in unison feeling him stretch you out while Johnny felt you squeeze around his cock. When he bottomed out inside you he didn’t move for a moment, pressing a kiss to your lips before he slowly started to move.
His hips began slowly moving back and forth “Shit, you’re so tight, so fucking wet, so fucking perfect…” he moaned, squeezing your hand tighter the more he increased his pace. He watched you under him, a face filled with the pleasure he gave you. “So fucking perfect…” his breath began to hitch.
Your moans became louder with each thrust of him, the next deeper than the one before. Neither of you cared at this point who the hell heard you.
“Fuck, so good, Johnny! You’re so fucking good!” You cried “You fuck me so good, baby!” Your free hand gripped onto his hair as you hooked the back of your leg over his shoulder.
Johnny practically yelped at the sensation- at you in your entirety- he felt like he was up in flames every time he was with you, regardless if he was alight or not.
“Shit, you keep this up in going to be the one that fast,” he half joked while trying to maintain his pace and breathing. “Fuck, this perfect pussy is gonna make me cum.”
“Cum over me Johnny, I want you all over me,” you begged him as the pool of pleasure threatened to burst inside you. Johnny recognised the look, he would never forget for as long as he lived the grip you held onto him with when you were close.
He fucked you until you came with an almighty roar, the sight of you cumming under him set Johnny over the edge and he pulled out, finishing over your stomach and breasts with a fizzling out moan.
He sat back on his heels as he watched you trying to catch your breath with remnants of him sinking into your skin. Johnny stood up and kissed your forehead before catching your lips. “Let me get you cleaned up and then we can cuddle, sound good?”
“Sounds perfect,” you smiled. “Just like you.”
Johnny stopped just as he reached your bathroom door and looked back over his shoulder shaking his head. “No, you mean just like you.”
—•—
Johnny snuck back to his own room in the early hours of the morning to avoid any suspicion from the rest of the team, but not before pressing a kiss to your forehead and one to your lips that had soft snores drifting from them.
When you woke, you showered and threw on clothes before heading to breakfast. “Good morning everyone,” you chirped. “How are we all today?”
“Marvellous,” Reed replied before taking a sip of his coffee.
“Too pregnant,” Sue softly huffed with a forced smile. “How are you?”
“Wonderful,” you replied just as Johnny sauntered in and you both shared a smile. “Just wonderful.” You sat down and poured him a coffee as well as one for yourself.
“Sleep well?” She asked her brother, her eyes then darting to you. Your brow lightly creased when you noticed Reed softly snorting.
Johnny hummed with a nod as he took a sip of his coffee just as Ben walked in and snorted, the man was shaking his head. “God, I had the worst sleep.” He complained and sat down, glaring at Johnny. “Never mind New Jersey- think they heard the two of you in New Zealand.” Johnny spat out his coffee over Ben as you dropped your mug on the floor.
Sue looked away with a smirk hiding under her hand while Reed awkwardly cleared his throat and distracted himself with the newspaper.
“I’ll make you some noise-cancelling earplugs, Ben.”
Warnings: minor death mention, some swearing but nothing major! Shock horror- not proofread 🥲
A.N: A clash of two worlds 👀 also is anyone else desperate for Doomsday 😫
Please let me know what else you guys would like to see me write! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨
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“I didn’t know you could read?” Ben teased as he grabbed the book from Johnny who was reading on the sofa. He tried to take it back, but Ben brought it outwith his reach. “Mythology?” He snorted.
“It was just laying around and I was bored!” He snatched it back from the man made of stone. “Maybe if there was something to fight…” he trailed off. His prayers being answered by an alert coming through “YES!” He leaped on the spot and darted to suit up, Ben followed but not before tossing back down the book, its pages left spread on the sofa as it faced downwards.
Later that evening when the team returned, Johnny wandered into the faintly lit living room- H.E.R.B.I.E was two steps ahead and turned them on before thier arrival home. He sat down, a sigh that deflated his lungs as his hand rubbed his tired eyes.
He glanced down and noticed the book by his thigh, untouched from when Ben had threw it down. Johnny flipped it over, nose twitching as he let out an intrigued huff of air
“Huh…Norse mythology…” he quietly mused to himself and started to read over the page.
—•—
You were always greeted with a smile as you walked through New Asgard.
“How is your brother?” Someone hollered to you as you walked to the coast.
“Still off Planet! He’ll be back soon!” You shouted back and then glanced up to the sky. “I hope…” you quietly uttered to yourself.
You and Valkyrie had dedicated yourselves to care for New Asgard after Thor had left Earth, the pair of you working together as a team to ensure the Asgardians had everything they needed to establish themselves and thrive in thier new home. As well as supporting her too in her new role as King Valkyrie while maintaining yours as the unofficial Queen thanks to your royal lineage.
Your past had been an eventful one, with living happily on Asgard with your brothers, to finding out Odin had taken you and your biological brother Loki as children, fighting with your sister, to losing both your parents and Loki too- to an extent you had even lost Thor.
Your brothers were constant companions all your life, your close knit bond with them transcending space and time itself at one point between the corridors of the palace and even otherworldly planets. Now it was just you. You had often spent moments alone looking up to the sky, knowing they would be there somewhere. You hoped Thor had found peace on whatever planet he and Love were on and you hoped Loki found his peace in Valhalla.
Although part of you still wished he was alive and well with you, creating mischief together wherever you both went.
As you watched the waves roll in and out, you heard a car pull up behind you.
You glanced over shoulder when you heard a voice say “Thought I’d find you here, your majesty.”
You stood up, playfully rolling your eyes at his comment while dusting off the grass from your legs before you embraced Bucky in a hug. “How many times have I told you to not to call me that?” You softly chuckled. “Long time no see, how are you Winter Solider?” You twinkled your fingers to the space above his head and flakes of snow began to fall- a brief showing off of your powers to your ally and friend. He smirked at your teasing tone and shook the flakes from his hair.
“Cold now thanks to you…” he pretended to sound annoyed. “But happy to see you. Sorry it’s been so long.”
You nodded understandingly “That’s alright, I’ve seen you’ve had a lot on. I haven’t been the best at keeping in touch either- New Asgard has kept me occupied.” You looked around and took a deep inhale. “What can I do for you?”
“You can start by answering the calls of Valentina Allegra de Fontaine…” he said, unimpressed he’d been sent as her mouthpiece as you walked along the path by the sea.
“I don’t have an answer for her- she’ll be looking for Thor and I don’t actually know where he is in the universe.” You explained, crossing your arms over your chest.
Bucky stopped on the spot, you did the same after realising he wasn’t moving. His brow had creased by the time you turned to look at him. “It’s not Thor she’s looking for- she was looking for you, Y/N.”
“Me?” You let out a snort of laughter as your face became riddled with confusion. “Why me?”
“You know why.”
The space between you both fell into silence, the crashing waves almost deafening.
“I’m not wanting to join your little team, Bucky. My priority is the people of Asgard.” You explained and started walking forward again.
Bucky jogged to catch up with you. “This would be your chance to defend them. To defend the world!” You let out a bemused laugh. “Your powers would be invaluable to us.”
“I would always do anything to defend the Asgardians- to defend your world. You know that.” Your tone was a direct one. “But I will not use my powers for her. I would not be compelled to follow her orders. I follow what I believe.” You told him. “Besides, how do I know she won’t take advantage of what I possess?”
“I’d make sure of it! The team would-”
“I don’t know your team,” it fell quiet again after the raising of your voice to match the sound from the waves vaporised into the space around you both. “They don’t know me either. Besides, I’m not as powerful as everyone seems to believe.”
Bucky scoffed. “I know for a fact that isn’t true.” You raised a brow. “Despite literally being Elsa from Frozen-”
You let out a loud bark of laughter “That’s offensive,” you quickly added before he continued.
“I’ve heard you still have a link to the Bifrost…” your eyes quickly snapped to his, he noticed how they widened enough to tell him that rumour was true. “Without needing a stupid hammer to summon or control it.” You felt a tingling in your arm, soft glows racing between your veins as you rubbed it discreetly away. “At least humour me and say you’ll think about it?”
A soft smile spread over your face. “I’ll think about it…” Bucky thanked you with a hug before leaving, shouting back you’d know where to find him if you ever changed your mind.
You watched him drive away, feeling the sun shining down on your shoulders as he did.
—•—
“Did you know that in Norse Mythology there’s a God who specialises in thunder!” Johnny’s enthusiasm was spread across the dinner table. The rest of the team shared amused glances as they had dinner. “And another in tricks and mischief!”
“Hmm you’d be that one,” Sue piped up before returning her attention to Franklin. “Wouldn’t he?” She cooed and the baby boy giggled as if he understood. Johnny rolled his eye with a boyish smirk on his face as he dived back into the dinner Ben made. “Awh, don’t be like that. Give us another fact!” Ben and Reed chortled as Sue tried to encourage him on.
Ben nudged Johnny’s side “Tell them about the Goddess with the rainbow veins- you like her.”
A wide smile returned to Johnny’s face “So, they believed there was a Goddess who is one with the Bifrost- that’s like a rainbow bridge that can transport you through different realms! W-which is crazy!” He makes the motion of his mind being blown as he practically bounced in his seat. “The gods needed something to channel their energy through to travel within it but not her!”
Ben leaned over to Reed and whispered in his ear “Jeez, you ever seen him this nerdy about something before?” Reed took a slip of his water and it came flying back out his nose as he laughed at Ben’s comment.
“A-and she’s the sister of Thor- the thunder god! And Loki- the trickster god! So technically she’s also a princess as well as a goddess…” he mused, mainly to himself at this point. “How cool is that?”
H.E.R.B.I.E beeped a positive response to his excitable musings, Sue softly smiled at her brother. “I’m glad you’re doing something that amuses you- an interest.”
“That isn’t women,” Ben added and Johnny rolled his eyes.
“Well I wouldn’t know about that,” Reed weighed in. “He seems to know an awful lot about the rainbow goddess-”
“Her name is actually Y/N of Asgard...” Johnny muttered as he corrected his brother-in-law, offended on the behalf of who he had been reading about before continuing with his dinner.
—•—
You left the roaring Asgardians enjoying thier time, the beer and the music of the inn in the heart of New Asgard.
“Where are you going?” Valkyrie whined and tried to drag you back in with one hand, a drink in the other. “Stay! The night is young!”
You softly laughed, it wasn’t loud enough to fight against the music coming from behind the doors. “I’m going for a walk before heading home, just need some time, Valk.” You partially needed the time to consider Bucky’s offer, the rest of it was for yourself.
Valkyrie deeply sighed and nodded, eventually letting you go. “Alright…” she drawled, before pulling you back in for a drunken hug.
“Oh okay. We’re doing this.” A lungful of air left your lips as she threw you into her.
“I know you’re sad. I know you miss them,” she was slurring her words, you froze at them. “I-I heard Thor is r-right where you need him to be or right where you should be! O-one of those!” She hiccuped and let you go. “Loki too.” She pointed and then blew you a kiss, stumbling back in through the doors.
You let out a sigh and looked up to the sky, full of life, full of stars, the soft glow of Aurora kissing the dark canvas. You walked back to the coast, sitting down on a carpet of grass and wrapping your arms around your knees before simply gazing above you.
“Right where I’m needing you to be…” you quietly spoke to the stars. “I wish you were both right here.” You looked to the empty spot beside you and then to your forearms, a soft iridescent glow coming from under your skin. Your body speaking and making a choice before your mind could even rationalise.
Before it could even stop you from standing up.
“Been a while…” you mused to yourself with a growing smile, a nervousness bubbling within you. “Okay,” you shook your arms, and looked to the stars, one in particular that rhythmically flashed back and forth from bright white to green. “Am I really doing this?” You asked it as if it were your closest confidant all your life- Loki. It flashed green again and you took it as a sign.
You smiled and watched as your arms began to glow. “Right where I need to be. Right where I should be.”
You breathed in and closed your eyes, the flashing green star looking down on you still as you spoke to the realms and beyond. “By the power of the allfather, my mother and brothers…” you opened your eyes again as a familiar power of the Bifrost engulfed your body. “Take me where I need to be.”
—•—
“Something has just entered the upper atmosphere,” Reed announced, the team now on alert. “Johnny.” A silent ask and the man knew what was required of him.
“On it!” He nodded in compliance. “Flame on!”
Flames took over his body as he took a leap from the balcony of the Baxter Building and flew into the sky, reaching the upper atmosphere in a matter of minutes.
When he reached the thin point between Earth and space, he thought he was experiencing hallucinations when he saw beams of light surrounding the figure floating in the vastness of space. The sight took him so off guard, his flames began to fizzle out before he realised he was falling and burst into flames once more.
You watched the glowing figure approach you at a great speed, your fingertips tensing and ready for whatever you had to face. But your expression filled with confusion as he looked at you almost…amazed.
“Are you alright?” You asked and were responded to with silence. “Oh, maybe Latin? Esne bene?”
No answer.
He just gawked.
You had moved just a fraction and he held out his hand in panic, thinking you’d leave without him even having the chance to ask a single question- and boy did he have many.
“W-wait! Wait, wait!” He quickly said, taking you by surprise. “I can’t believe this…” he placed his head in his hands. “I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!” Johnny’s whole body was vibrating with excitement. “You’re her! You’re here!” You looked upon the scene unfolding in front of you in bewildered silence while floating in your Asgardian attire, cape floating behind you. “This is unbelievable. I-I’m Johnny- big fan.”
“Well Johnny.” He almost turned as hot as the sun when you said his name back to him. “I’m Y/N.” You tightly smiled. “And you’re on fire.”
“Oh, yeah, don’t feel a thing. But this isn’t about me! I have so many questions for you!”
“Well I have some for you…” you nervously chuckled and looked him up and down, not quite seeing anything like a human-looking being on fire before- much less yielding so masterfully the nemesis to your own powers.
You looked around you, probably not the most ideal place to be in the middle of a planet and space. “Maybe we should- uh, head down?” He suggested and you nodded with a small, tight smile. “No threat guys, I’ll see you all later on.” You watched as he spoke into a gadget on his wrist. “What’s the matter?” Johnny asked full of concern when he notice your face droop and a sigh leave your lips.
“Nothing,” you sent him a smile and looked to the stars before following him to the surface, the green flickering star wasn’t in sight. The closer you got the more you realised it was like Earth just a few little features just looked…off. “Can we go to the north?” You asked, soon coming to realise, this wasn’t planet you were accustomed to. You’d rather have the cold and he had plenty of heat reserves.
“We can go anywhere you want, you’re the goddess after all.” He followed as you floated to snow covered lands, his flame fading as soon as his feet hit the ground.
You smirked at his words “So you know of me?”
Johnnys jaw dropped as he dramatically placed a hand to his heart. “Are you kidding?! I’ve read about Norse mythology recently and first thing I need to know is- did you use the Bifrost to get here?!”
You nodded “I did.”
“Oh my god, oh my god! That’s so fucking cool!” He jumped on the spot while flapping his hands. “Okay secondly-”
“Hold on,” you laughed, cutting him off “I have a question for you. Let’s make it fair.” You told him, walking around in the snow, your cape keeping you warm- not that the cold bothered you. “How can you possibly light up in flames and not feel anything?”
“I think that might be two…” he playfully countered and a coy smirk graced your face. “But for you, I’ll answer- space incident, doesn’t really do anything except tingle a little.” He answered. “Okay my turn again,” you giggled and walked forward in the snow, unsure of where your feet were taking you. “You have two brothers, Loki and Thor, yes?”
“I do…” your smile fell a little. “I did.” You looked to the mysterious man whose eyes were full of as much hurt as your own. “I was trying to find Thor but I’ve ended up here with you instead. Loki…well, Loki is hopefully finding his peace in Valhalla.”
“Because of Ragnarok?”
Your eyebrow raised so quickly at his vastly expanding knowledge that it almost flew from your forehead. “You could say to an extent- that was a catalyst.” You were vague, not willing to reopen that wound. “You know a lot, Johnny.” He shrugged a shoulder with a proud smirk. “Okay, my turn again.”
The two of you walked for what must have been hours, asking questions back and forth. “So- wait. You’re telling me you’re a Laufeyson? That Odin baby-napped you and Loki?!” He yelled as if he just uncovered an earth shattering plot twist.
For him it was.
“Technically I’d be Laufeydatter. But I’m known by many names- Y/N, Y/N of Asgard, Y/N Odindatter,” you explained, going through an extended family tree with him. “But Loki and I…we were best friends. My brother was a troublemaker though…didn’t set himself on fire-”. Johnny laughed at that, his body partially alight to keep him warm in the freezing land you were both in. “But he often turned into a snake before stabbing me or Thor.” You swore you could almost hear Loki’s laughter through the cosmos after feeling the sensation of a knife in your side.
“Sue thankfully hasn’t done that to me yet,” he lowly laughed. “So if you’re technically the daughter of Laufey…does that mean you’re-” Johnny stopped mid-sentence as you made it snow from above him, ice crystals forming on the tips of your fingers that were turning blue. “Frost giant!” He roared in delighted excitement, leaping and flying around in the air thanks to his abilities. “A frost giant too?! They don’t tell you that in the book!”
You blinked with a smirk on your face. “A book? You’ve read about me…?”
Johnny landed both feet on the ground with a cheeky grin on his face as if he’d been a kid caught stealing candy. “Y-yeah well,” he shyly scratched the back of his neck. “I just kept reading on and getting more books- you intrigued me.” Your head quickly turned to him and he soon realised what he had said. “I-It intrigued me. It! All of it!” You turned your head back with a grin.
You kept walking on until the sun was starting to set. “I should to get back to Earth,” you said with a sigh, sad to be leaving the mysterious Johnny Storm and his never ending questions.
He blinked in confusion. “What are you talking about? This is Earth.” His baffled laugh echoed around you, even causing a chill on your arm at the sweet sound.
“Well, my Earth then- Midgard.”
“It’s real…?” He breathed out and ran his hand through his hair. “I have so many more things I wanted to ask you.” You both stopped, his eyes almost pleading. As much as you wanted to stay, you knew you needed return to Earth and New Asgard.
“So what am I on this Earth? Folklore?” You asked another, drawing out your time with him a little longer.
For both your sakes.
“A myth…” he replied.
You smirked at his answer. “A myth that’s right here. In front of you of all people.”
“That might be fate of the highest degree.”
“That might be indeed- and you’d know all about high degrees…” you playfully teased about his abilities and his cheeks turned a soft shade of red…but not because of the fire within him.
“Please, I have so many questions still,” Johnny reached out to gently hold your wrist in his hand, not wanting to let go of the opportunity. Or you. He gazed deeply into your eyes, iridescent specks twinkling within them as if you held the cosmos in your soul. “You’re so much more beautiful than what they imagined you to be…”
You looked to the snowy, frozen ground with a bashful smirk. “That’s not a question…” you softly replied as you looked back to him. Johnny’s smile spread from ear to ear, the feeling of his hand on your wrist sending a new warmth through your body- one you hadn’t felt before. He gently rubbed his thumb over your skin “I can always come back, you know better than anyone how…” he watched in wide-eyed wonder as your forearms started to glow, the power of the Bifrost surging through you.
Johnny moved his eyes from your arms to your own again, his whole body freezing for once when you placed a quick peck on his cheek.
You stepped back and were engulfed in light as the Bifrost took you back to Earth.
You landed back on Earth with a soft crash and groan, it had been a number of years since you had traveled via the Bifrost. It was still dark, not much time had passed. You looked up to the sky and saw the star flickering green again.
Your whole body felt like it was on fire.
—•—
Johnny stood in front of his family after telling him everything he experienced.
“So you saw her?” Sue asked with a suspicious raised brow. “You saw a goddess?”
“YES!” He shrieked.
“Alright, so first it was a silver space alien now it’s a mythical goddess…Johnny there is an entire Earth-” Ben was cut off by Johnny groaning.
“I knew it! I knew you all wouldn’t believe me!” He said, shaking his recent purchase- a ‘Norse Mythology breakdown’ book in thier faces. He walked away from the mockery he was getting. “I wish I was on the other Earth!” He hollered back.
Reed laughed before it caught in his throat, running after Johnny with the need to know more. “W-wait…other Earth?!”
—•—
“If I didn’t know better, I would think you’re still here…still causing mischief- that’s surely why I’ve been compelled to do this.” You said to yourself as the sun hit your face, hoping it was a sign Loki was listening. You stepped into the Watchtower and were instantly greeted by Valentina who embraced you in a hug.
“You’re made the right choice,” she said into your ear. You glanced over her shoulder and saw Bucky there crossed armed. He sent you a nod and a tight-lipped smile.
Bucky lead you up to meet the team, exchanging brief hellos and smiles. You were left feeling a little out of your depth at the whole experience. “You’re doing great, we appreciate you being here.” Bucky wrapped an arm around your shoulder.
“Happy to help- like I said I’d do anything to protect the Asgardians and others on a place we now call home.” You told him.
Bucky smiled “Spoken like a true queen, your majesty…” You rolled his eyes and playfully pushed him away.
Your bubble of fun was burst when an alert came through, a ship appearing on screen as everyone braced themselves for the worst.
Your brow creased as your powers started to swirl inside you from nerves and adrenaline.
“What does the ‘4’ mean..?”
—•—
Epilogue…
As strands of time thread through his fingers, he swiftly and gently tugged on the one you were traveling via the Bifrost through.
“Exactly where you need to be…” he said as he watched as fire met ice for the first time.
Sitting back and watching magic unfold by his own hand in front of his eyes, Loki smiled.
