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Ride or Die (Biker! Din Djarin x Biker! Luke Skywalker)
Summary: Din is riding on a fairly empty highway for a joyride when a red and white bike roars past him.
Din liked to go fast, but holy shit.
It felt like a challenge. Din gave chase.
The man he met on the other side was the most beautiful he had ever seen.
"will you be my ride or die?"
(p.s. they both think the other person is the hottest thing since sliced bread but think they're being disasters, and it just cancels everything out, so they're both just 'mysterious' goofballs. they get married)
an au where din is a biker who rides a ‘razor’ motorcycle by the company ‘crest’ and you wait tables at the local biker bar. also there has been no proof reads i just pumped this out bc it was haunting me. 18+ unprotected piv, fingering, sex w/ a stranger
you meet on a night like any other. you were working on a busy friday night, it was always the busiest of the week.
he came in with full riding gear like he always did. it was like a uniform at this point, he never took off his helmet either. it was kind of eerie at first but the more he came around it became… well, hot. very hot.
he wore thick kevlar armor and pretty much every inch of his skin was covered so it felt silly to lust after a man you could barely see. something just drew you in, he was alluring.
he would sit in the corner table and talk to almost no one, except for you. his waitress.
‘hey hon, need anything?’ you always tried to get something out of him.
‘no, thanks.’
it was more than he said to anyone else. his visor was dark and steady on you. always on you. you started to notice that after he came in and sat in your section for the 3rd friday in a row.
he tracked you around the room as you weaved through tables. every time.
he never ordered anything. not once.
just like tonight. he sat in his usual spot, just looking around, until he sees you. then he’s locked on you. he watches you check other tables and chat with other bikers and patrons, blissfully unaware he’s tracking you.
then you see him and your body temperature rises. you make your way over knowing that his gaze is burning a whole in your clothing under his dark helmet.
you leaned over the table, hands planted to the sticky surface trying to make sure he hears you over the noisy bar. of course that’s all you were doing.
‘what’da need hon?’
he didn’t answer. the tilt of his visor told you he was eyeing the dip of your top, exposing the pillows of your chest.
‘i’ll be around if ya need me.’
‘mm hm.’
the grit in his voice sent shivers down your spine. as you turned away to tend to your other tables you knew he was looking.
later, you took a break outside the back door. sucking down a smoke for your dinner break. you crushed the butt under your boot and heard the back door swing open before slamming shut.
before you could even look to see who it was, he was crowding you. pining you against the brick wall. his helmet loomed over your head, eclipsing the lamp overhead. you were surrounded in him.
you stared up at him as the visor remained locked on you. his hands tore at the fabric around your hips. he yanked the shorts down your legs and dipped his bare hand into your panties.
the gasp that escaped your lips drew his head back up. he was watching where his hand connected with you. he liked watching. watching you.
watching you fall apart just by his fingers was all he wanted in this world.
you whined as he pressed his palm to your clit and pushed his fingers into your heat. your back arched off the brick and your hands grabbed at his kevlar. his broad shoulders hunched over you as his helmet fell to the wall beside your head.
‘ngh, so wet all for me.’ he groaned in your ear, the helmet muffling his thick voice.
he made you cum, twice, in that alleyway. he did this the following weekend and finally. he cracked.
he was two fingers deep in you when he slowed suddenly and pulled back, his other hand flipping up his visor.
his eyes.
they were a deep brown, almost black. fabric framed his eyes under the helmet and it made him look menacing. but the look in his eyes was downright sinful.
his eyes darted back and forth over your face, still screwed up in pleasure. he liked to watch you.
you knew what he asked without words.
‘fuck me, please’
he waisted no time in unzipping his jeans.
he was large. and he knew how to use it. he snapped his hips into you as he held one of your legs up, pushing you into the wall.
‘you’re gonna cum for me, ok? g-got it?’
all you could do was nod dumbly.
‘words! i need to hear it.’ his tone was biting but it made you listen regardless.
‘i’m gonna… i’m gonna cu—‘
you think you screamed as your orgasm ripped through you, bouncing off the walls of the alley, but you were too close to blacking out to tell. your body shook as you rode through it. his voice in your ear the whole time.
‘fuck yes, give it to me.’
‘there it is.’
‘such a good girl.’
he helped you back into your clothes before opening the back door for you. he melted into the crowd of the bar as you went back to your job.
later that night you found simple business card in your pocket.
BOUNTY HUNTER (555)928-9203
next to the bold text he scribbled his name. din.
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thanks for reading! here’s a little sketch i did picturing how he looked in my head lol :)
A/N: this is the first time i’m posting a fic on tumblr (instead of ao3) idk i kinda just wanna post my works on here instead i guess this would be a good start. also sorry for any mistakes!
(credit to gif owner i found it on pinterest)
Din was the son of New York's most scarred Mob Boss, Everybody knew of the Djarins. Din never had a bad grade on a paper, Never got into any trouble with the law, Even when he bent it. He had the easiest life, People were too scared to refuse him. He didn't have to worry about women refusing him either. But not in the creepy way he'd force them if they said no way, They all just wanted a try at the richest man(of their age) in Manhattan. He got whatever he wanted, Until he met Tia.
Tia worked at a local diner over in Brooklyn where she also lived, A nice collage girl, Studying to be director. Her actual dream was to act but she would take any job in the industry.
Din only knew of Tia because he was good friends with her older cousin, Rocky, who he went to high school with, He’d seen her at one of her family's cookout’s a few summers ago when she first graduated high school.
Din pulled up to the diner on his bike, Parking across the street, He rested on the seat of his bike to watch Tia take a couples order, He examined her, Noticing her fresh silk pressed hair, Which she’d just dyed ginger a couple of weeks ago. Said she wanted a change to her appearance, At least that's what Rocky told him she said.
Tia walked back into the diner to retrieve the couples drinks and on her way out noticed Din across the street leaning on his bike, Pulling out a cigarette, She shook her head knowing exactly why he was there and placed the drinks in front of the couple and letting them know their food would be right out, And again drew her attention to Din, Who’s eyes never left her.
She sat her notepad and pen down, Making her way over to Din. He, in response, threw his cig to the ground and stepped it out, He knew she hated it when he smoked. He just needed to grab her attention. As she walked over Din could see her ochre- brown skin, Glissin in the pale moonlight.
“What are you doing here Din, I'm working.”
She said, Standing in front of him, Hand on her hip.
“Well darling, I'm waiting for you to get off so I can take you on our date.”
Din gave her a cheeky smile.
“Date? Din Since when did I agree to go on a date with you?”
“Since right now.”
Tia let out an annoyed sigh and turned to get back to the diner and finish her shift, Which Din knew needed at 9pm every Friday.
Tia finished her shift and made her way outside after clocking out.
“Cmon Tia, Let me at least give you a ride home.”
Tia rolled her eyes before replying.
“Fine, Where are we going on this lil date.”
“Get on and i'll show you”
He winked getting back on the bike starting the engine.
He handed her his helmet and rode off.
They rode off through the city till they got to Din’s penthouse. He parked his bike in the parking garage and helped Tia off, Taking the helmet off as well.
They took the elevator up and the doors opened to reveal Din’s home. His dad bought him this place as a gift after he graduated high school a couple years before Tia. He told him it was his starter home and he’d be able to afford a bigger one once he took his father’s place as the head boss, which he only agreed to because he didn't want his younger brother getting caught up in the business.
“Go make yourself comfortable, I'll be right there.”
Din took his ringing phone from out of his pocket and went into another room.
Tia knew it was most likely his dad with business so she obeyed and took her shoes off sitting on his couch. She reached for the remote and looked for something to watch as Din walked back into the living room.
“Yeah a large pizza, Pepperoni, thank you.”
Hanging up and making his way over to the couch.
“Pizza will be up in 15, What do you want to watch?”
Tia flipped through the TV before landing on ‘Rear Window’.
“Movie nerd.”
Din mocked as he clapped which made the lights in the room turn off, Tia snuggled into Din as the movie started, Din put his arm around her.
After a few minutes of them snuggling and whispering back and forth barely paying attention to the movie, The buzzer on Din’s door went off, The food was here.
Din buzzed the guy out, Taking his wallet out and pulling out a $100 bill.
Once the elevator door opened he grabbed the pizza box and handed the kid who looked no more than 17 the $100 telling him to keep the change.
Tia sat up from her comfortable spot on the sofa as Din brought the pizza over, before walking towards the fridge to grab them both a beer.
“Beer and pizza, how romantic.”
Tia teased.
Din rolled his eyes, taking a bite into the steaming hot pizza using his hand as a plate to catch the crumbs.
Once they’d both finished Din sat back next to Tia on the sofa locking eyes with her as she whipped the tomato sauce off of her mouth.
“What are you staring at Djarin?”
“Just my beautiful woman, that's all.”
“Oh ‘yours’ really?”
Tia smiled from cheek to cheek, Din loved her smile. It was the only way you could see her dimple located on the left side of her face.
Din closed open space in between them by taking her lips in his.
He took her face into his hands and brought her closer before breaking the kiss to throw his t-shirt from over his head.
Tia quickly grabbed his face again, connecting their lips together, Once again.
Din began to remove Tia’s shorts, But she quickly stopped him.
“Can we maybe take this to the bedroom, I don't think we'll have much room out here.”
Referring to the thin couch that was definitely only made for sitting
Din picked her up, Her arms and legs immediately wrapping around his neck and waist.
Din pushed the door of his room open with his hip, And laid Tia flat out on the bed.
Tia began to unbutton her work shirt as Din finished pulling off her shorts leaving her in only underwear.
She reached down to unzip Dins pants before he grabbed her hand with his hand, Holding it so hard you could see his veins.
“I’ll take care of you first, Okay?”
Tia looked up at him through her lashes, Her almost black doe eyes made her look so innocent.
He slowly got down on his knees at the edge of the bed, Kissing up her thick thighs, finally meeting her inner thigh. Tia threw her head back, he barely touched her and still had this effect on her.
Din kissed all the way up her thighs till he made it to the white fabric that protected what he wanted most. He began to slide them down her thighs, Finally leaving her fully exposed to him. He threw her underwear onto his desk. Din hopped on her way out; she would forget it's there and leave him a souvenir.
Din stuck his head back between her warth and began to slowly lick her juices, Gripping her thighs as he pushed forward into her wetness. She tasted amazing, Tia moaned, her eyes rolling behind her back. Din licked up all her wetness till all that was left was his saliva mixed with it.
He began to unzip his pants, dropping them and his underwear down and climbing on top of Tia.
“You don't want me to-”
“Maybe another time baby i just wanna be inside you for now,”
He stroked her cheek before bringing his hand down to line his cock with her entrance.
He tipped the head of his cock into her wet slit, finally pushing into her slowly, letting her adjust to his size first.
Her eyes rolled in the back of her head.
“Ugh baby, You're so tight. All nice and wet for me.” He stuck his face into her neck as he slowly stroked into her, wanting to shaver their first time together .
Din finally started picking up his pase resting his forehead on hers, As she rested her hands on his bottom gripping his cheeks; Pushing him farther inside of her.
Dins thrust started to become sloppy signaling he was close.
“Are you about to-”
“Not until you come first.” He said cutting her off.
Tia shook her head, and began to rub herself, hoping to speed up her organism so they could come together. Thankfully it worked, She began to milk around him, gripping his shoulders and back as she felt the feeling in the pit of her stomach.
“Where should I come baby?” Din tried to slow his strokes down.
“You can come inside me, I'm on the pill.” Tia huffed out, sweat coming down from her forehead to her freshly plucked brow.
Din did as he was told and released inside of her, emptying himself completely before collapsing next to her.
After catching his breath he sat up reaching over onto his desk, grabbing a cigarette, putting it between his lips and lighting it with a table lighter. Tia moved over resting her head on Din’s sweaty chest, she could hear his heart racing.
Tia began to close her eyes, almost drifting, exhausted from work and the workout she just had.
“Nope not yet baby, Let me go run you a bath.” Din said,putting his cig on the ashtray; rushing to the bathroom and running the water in his tub, adding oils and bubbles to relax her.
Once the water had gotten hot enough, He went back into his room and carried her to the tub slowly putting her in making sure not to wet her still fresh but sweat out hair, he knew she’d be pissed.
“I’ll pay for you to get your hair done again baby already? I'll pay for everything you need just ask.” He said, kissing her neck as she relaxed into him.
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Tonight is not Luke's night. His car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, his phone is out of battery, and it's going to take him hours to walk back into town. Not to mention he's getting harassed by a guy in a truck who's either a serial killer or just doesn't know how to take no as an answer.
Author’s Note: ok so I wrote another modern!au series with a Star Wars character. But I’m very excited and I actually have it kinda planned out. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy Chapter One!
Din Djarin had been angry for so long, he was almost numb to the feeling. He had been mad at the world, for the circumstances they made him live through, before he was even double-digits. He was mad at the people who had killed his family. He was mad at the fact that he had been thrown into “the system”, being passed from family to family until he had been taken to the Mandolorians. He was mad that his family was a biker gang, and the fact that they weren’t really his family, instead just a group of people who seemed to take pity on orphans. He was mad that no one would talk to him, besides the other foundlings at the Covert. He was mad that he had to see a counselor and talk about all of the grief and anger that was still so fresh in his young mind.
Over time, that anger faded, but was always present at the back of his mind. Instead of burning and white hot, it was a slow blaze, a flicker in his subconscious that the world had fucked him over and that he didn’t owe anyone anything. In a matter of months, he has grown to love his new home with the Mandolorians. The world had taken this group at face value, a group of warriors in leather jackets, with their loud motorcycles and the violence that seemed to follow them. Not many people took the time to consider the fact that they were practically family to anyone who needed it, a group who had been burned by the world but emerged stronger, and the fact that in fights, they were most often on the defensive side. They were a group who had taken in countless children who had been through more homes than they could count, who were forced to leave before they could get settled, who had labels thrown at them before they could prove them wrong. The Mandolorians understood this.
The Mandolorians were protectors, and Din needed to be protected, he needed to feel safe. And he felt safe with them, in the building they called the Covert, with the big garage full of bikes and the large back yard and all the people who seemed intimidating but were the only people since his parents that made Din feel safe. And he liked that. He liked that they referred to all the kids as foundlings, he liked that they called the building the Covert, and he liked how safe the Mandolorians made him feel. He hadn’t felt safe in awhile, and it was a welcome feeling. Din had just been a scrawny little 8 year old who couldn’t control the emotions he couldn’t even name when he had shown up, and slowly, he began to feel like he finally belonged somewhere.
Din had been forced to grow up too quickly, before he even had a chance to really live, fueling his resentment towards the world. So, he went through the most crucial parts of his life full of hatred towards things he couldn’t control. So, he closed himself off from the world, receded into himself to protect himself. He barely talked to anyone outside of the Covert, and even there, he was much quieter than the rest of his teenage counterparts. And then, when he got his Mandolorian jacket, people barely paid him a second glance, except to torment him. No one called him his name, instead sticking to calling him Mando. He didn’t really mind though, because why should the people who had taken everything from him get to know his name? The world had taken everything from him, why should they get the privilege of knowing his name? So they can strip him of it as well? His name had become sacred, nothing more than a whisper of his mother’s voice in his mind, the one thing he could protect from the world.
Din realized that he couldn’t stay mad at the world, he couldn’t blame it for his problems. He misses the part of him that died with his parents, that died over time being passed from home to home. He misses the part of him that would look at the world with a childlike wonder, in awe of all the possibilities, when he saw the good in everything and not the bad.
After graduating, Din wasn’t sure where to go, so he returned to the Covert. Tensions were high between Din and the rest of the Mandolorians, and it was becoming suffocating, so he left. The last time he left his home, he never had a choice. It was a strange thought, that he was choosing to leave the safety of the Covert, when he spent most of his life craving it. He left, and went wherever work took him. His job was a delicate one, a job he didn’t like talking about and a job that many other Mandolorians had done over the years.
In a simple description, he took care of bad people. Someone, the man behind the curtain, gave him a job; told him who to find and then let him find them, bring them back dead or alive, unless they specified. Technically, he was a bounty hunter, but he would refuse the fact if anyone asked him.He had traded in his bike for the beat up car he called the Razor Crest, leaving his motorcycle at the Covert. It was an old car, his first car, the one he saved up all his money for when he was in high school. That car had been with him during the most difficult parts of the second half of his life, and he had a probably too strong emotional attachment to it.
He went wherever his job took him, and this time, it took him back home, to Nevarro. He was dropping someone off, practically throwing them out of the car and into the care of the man behind the curtain. He only had a few more stops to make in Nevarro, before planning to leave again. He wanted to stop by the Covert and then he was going to meet with Greef Karga, who was technically his boss, because he was desperate to take another job and get on the move again. Karga was the head of The Guild, the organization Din worked for, and he controlled the distribution of jobs.
He met with Karga in one of the many run down bars of his hometown, met with stares as he walked in, no doubt because of his jacket and the helmet in his hands, still looking extremely intimidating, despite the low light in the bar and the fact that practically no one could see his face. If the Mandolorians had a reputation around the country, it was the strongest, and most judgmental, in Nevarro. Karga had insisted it was a difficult job, only for the best of the best, finishing off the deal by telling Din, “You’re the best in The Guild.” Karga’s faux support meant nothing to Din, but he nodded his thanks as he left, taking the small file with the information for his next job.
Din expected to simply swing by the Covert and say hello to the people who raised him, but as soon as he arrived, there were foundlings grappling at his legs, and he knew this would be no short visit. So, he was sitting at the kitchen table with Mora, who was the Mandolorian’s matriarch, referred to by the outside world as the Armorer. Din wasn’t exactly sure where the name came from, but he suspected it was because she was in charge of all the Mandolorian’s jackets, their metaphorical armor, their protection from the harsh world. She was the one who decided when they received their jackets, and she controlled when and what patches they added, the patches that represent themselves and their journies.
Within 15 minutes of arriving, Din had traded the Razor Crest for his bike, and was being tasked with going to buy bandaids. When he complained that he wanted to take the Crest, the Armorer immediately shut his idea down by telling him that if he wanted to drive the Crest, he needed to be taking foundlings to the park. And Din Djarin was not a fan of kids so he found himself sitting outside of a CVS on his bike, trying to remember what bandaids he was supposed to be buying.
“I like your jacket!”
Your exclamation breaks him out of his thoughts as Din whirls his head around to lock his eyes on you, behind the helmet. Instead of seeing the typical smirks and sarcastic looks from people when they comment on his Mandolorian jacket, he only sees a smile. And he’s not sure how he should respond to it.
“I had a friend, when I was in college, he had a jacket like that.” You trailed off, semi uncomfortable and awkward with the large man on his bike, and even though you couldn’t see his eyes, you could tell that he was staring at you.
“Thank you.” His monotone response was curt and short, and from your perspective, he seemed standoffish and a bit rude. But, in reality, his heart was sputtering in his chest and his face was burning hot, and he was happy for the helmet covering his face, because he would rather die than have the pretty girl who complimented him see him blushing.
“Well… have a nice day!” You call out as you walk towards the store, leaving Din to sit idle on his bike, replaying your smile in his mind. God, he didn’t even have a conversation with you, and he was already whipped for the pretty girl outside of the CVS. He didn’t even know your name.
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God, Din felt like such a fucking fool, sitting outside of the CVS for the third day in a row. He was waiting for you. He felt like a creep, sitting there on his bike, just waiting for you when he knew nothing about you. Part of him says he’s waiting to apologize because he felt like such an ass, but the other part of him knows he just wants an excuse to see you again, and maybe even learn your name. God, he felt so dumb. It took him three days to realize, hey, how many times does one person need to go to a CVS?
So just when he was starting to realize just how weird this whole thing was and was about to leave when he noticed that a car was pulling into the spot next to him. He could feel eyes on the back of his head, and he was ready to glare right back. But then, you get out of your car. And his heart is being compressed and his thoughts are all fuzzy and he feels like a fool all over again.
“Oh, hey, I swear I’m not following you.” You say with a laugh, and Din lets out a huff at the irony. He wasn’t exactly following you, just waiting in the same spot you’d given him a single compliment for you to return.
“Well, I’m not following you either.” He mentally curses himself for how strange that sounds, but you just laugh again and he wishes he could bottle up the noise so he can listen to it over and over.
“I’m sorry I was rude.” He cuts right to the chase, and your eyes widen. Sure, you thought he might have been a bit rude, but you didn’t expect to see him again, and you 100% didn’t expect for him to apologize to you.
“Hey, it’s no big deal. And you weren’t exactly rude, don’t worry about it.” He catches himself smiling at your words, even though you can’t see it because he still has his helmet on.
“Well, I’ll see you around.” Din didn’t want the conversation to end, but he wasn’t sure what else to say.
“Oh,” you say, surprised, “I’m not sure you will.” As if you can sense his look of confusion from behind his helmet, you explain yourself. “I’m only in town for a little while, for work. I have to leave soon, I wish I had more time though.”
“Oh, cool.” He wants to ask what you do, and why the hell you had to come to Nevarro, but he refrains himself because he doesn’t even know your name. Instead, he says a much stranger thing, and in an odd burst of confidence for the normally quiet and closed off man, he tells you,“I could show you around. If you wanted. I dunno how long you’ll be here, but if you need a guide, I’m here.” God, his face was bright red and he was beyond overjoyed that you couldn’t see him.
“Sure, if you don’t mind.” And he had to be dead. That was the only logical explanation. Why else had you expected the invitation of a man you had just met to show you around, when you don’t even know his name and you haven’t even seen his face. “Here, I’ll give you my number.” You pulled out a napkin and a pen from your bag, scrawling your phone number as legibly as you could, adding your name next to it.
“Well, I’ll see you later than.” You say, handing him the napkin and walking towards the store.
“Din.” He says as you walk away.
“What?”
“Din. That’s me. That’s my name, I’m Din.” God, why was he being like this?
“Oh… I like it. Well, bye Din!” He watches you walk away, and he feels his heart slow back down to normal. He had handed you his name when you’d just met and he’d spent so long protecting it from the world, and he wasn’t sure why. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to tell you everything, to bare his soul to you, show you all of his broken pieces that he’d never shown anyone. He didn’t know why, and that scared him. But it felt right.
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You were grateful as you drove up to the covert the next day that both Cara and Omera had explained what everything was like inside and how tight security was when it came to outsiders. Of course, having people openly glare and whisper about you as you headed towards Din’s place was not something you wanted to deal with this early in the morning, but you were nothing if not a professional, so you just rolled your shoulders back, held your head high and walked towards his door.
Knocking softly, you brought your ear up to the door in hopes that you could hear something inside. Not hearing anything, you leaned on the wall across from the door and sent Din a message letting him know you’d arrived. As you waited for him to respond, you couldn’t help but let your eye wander down the hallway and get a look at the other apartments on his floor. The building was clearly well cared for and the hallways were clean, lit up only by the light that came through the windows at each end, and yet there was something about it that made you feel as though you were in the safest building possible. After getting a good look at everything, you went back over the notes you’d made the night before.
“What’s an aruetii like you doing here?” A gruff voice asked you the second you heard a door close next to you. Startled by either the voice or the door itself- you weren’t entirely sure- you looked up to see a rather large man staring you down.
You pointed towards Din’s apartment as you found your voice, “I’m here to see Din. This is his apartment, right?”
The man’s eyes seemed to drift from your face to the folder in your hand and it seemed as though his stare got even worse in the process. You’d never wanted to be able to disappear before but you knew it would be wrong of you to do so, so the only thing you could do was hold your ground until Din finally opened his door for you. Luckily it seemed like it was going to happen sooner rather than later.
“Y/N!” Din opened his door with a start only to pause at the sight of you and Paz glaring at one another, “Come in, please.”
There was something about the way Din spoke that finally made you turn your head towards him and made you smile when you saw that Grogu was in his arms. Sending one last glare to the man standing next to you, you quickly walked into Din’s apartment not bothering to look back, no matter how badly you wanted to.
So consumed by getting a good look at the interior of the apartment you almost missed the way Din berated the man, “Paz,” he practically hissed, “That’s the social worker.” His friend, whose name you now learned was Paz, seemed to mutter something in return because all Din said was “Stop being a di’kut,” before closing the door and greeting you with a tired smile.
