Din Djarin is the captain of your father - the king's royal guard and as such is tasked with protecting you. When you leave a child and come back a woman, he sees you in a different light- but he isn’t the only one with his eye on you. Can a Princess and her Knight find a way to be together? (This series has over 40k words)
Din Djarin x Royal F!Reader (Virgin)
Warnings: **Virgin reader* Smut 18+(NO MINORS) smut, language, pining, slow-burn, ✨yearning✨ (each chapter will have it’s own warnings.)
I have so much love for this story and I'm really happy you've all come on this ride with me. The ending - although happy, is a tad bittersweet. (no one gets hurt, I mean this in the emotional sense)
Thanks for reading - and feel free to slide into my dms, I will talk about Knight!Din until the cows come home.
Din Djarin x F!Reader
Pairing: Din x F!Reader
Word Count: 6.1K
Warnings: (18+ NO MINORS) pining, language, age-gap (about 10-11 years, legal, reader is of age), Yearning / slight angst, dirty talk / p i v sex (wrap it up) oral (m & f receiving), creampie, tiny mention of blood, Fluff, Mentions of pregnancy, we are feeling EMOTIONS in this chapter
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Your heart had somehow migrated up into your throat and it seemed determined to stay there. Mila was flushed, she too was nervous about how the day would unfold.
“You look positively radiant, your highness, I just know he will be left speechless.” She smiled brightly and you knew who she spoke of.
“Thank you sweetling.” You held her hand briefly, a physical thank-you as you both made your way to the ceremony.
It was to be performed in the great hall. A holy man had been sent for by your father and he would be presiding over the whole affair as tradition dictated.
Soft music could be heard as you stood outside the massive doors and it served to fray at your nerves once more, this was it, soon- Poe would be your husband and the future King.
Take a deep breath, you know what to do, you’ve been preparing for this your whole life.
The paiges were lined up waiting on your word to open the doors to your future and you hesitated for the briefest of moments. You knew that as you stood there with nervous sweat beading in your hairline that just on the other side of that door was practically a whole kingdom waiting to bear witness to your marriage.
Your mother and father would be seated flanked by an army of Mandalorians, Poe's family would be waiting, happy in the knowledge that their son was settling down. Finn would be there, a forced neutral expression on his handsome face, watching the love of his life marry another.
Din would be there as well, and this was the crux of your anxiety. He would be there, the silent protector, his honey-brown gaze hidden from view and he too, would watch as you spoke words of devotion for another man.
“We cannot keep them waiting your highness, all will be well.” Mila reached over and smoothed a fly-away hair before squeezing your arm reassuringly.
With one last deep breath, you gave the word.
—
The hall fell silent when the massive doors opened, revealing a fallen star. A Diamond made human and his chest ached with longing for her. She glittered so brightly, eclipsing any and everyone.
Her dress was silver and he could almost have laughed, his beskar flower cunningly hidden within the embellishments on her bodice. She brightened the room. She brightened his life.
She floated towards the dais, the train of her dress so like the tail end of a comet crashing into his soul and he almost couldn’t bear the thought of watching her marry another. Had it not been for her assurances that her love was only for him, he might have started a war right then and there.
He thanked all of the gods for the helmet not for the first time - it kept the people in attendance from seeing the sheer awe on his face. Even more so when it turned to a white-knuckled annoyance when her hand was given to Poe. Poe who also wore his colours - a dashing prince for all to see.
I have no quarrel with you Poe, I just wish I didn’t have to watch.
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Your eyes could do nothing but betray you.
Countless times they drifted over to where your heart stood outside your body. To anyone else he was a statue, a symbol of security.
To you he was a glimmering beacon, a light guiding you home.
Poe was smiling and his eyes twinkled with the knowledge of exactly where your attention was focused. A squeeze of his hand kept guiding your attention back to him.
Focus they seemed to say and you had to try.
“We begin with a blessing.” The holy man spoke, detailing to the crowd more so than the bride and groom of the hopes that this marriage would bring peace, wealth and prosperity to the kingdom. Of the healthy children you would no doubt have together, strong sons and cunning daughters.
There was incense burning and it made the whole space hazy, it swirled around when he walked towards you both, a weathered piece of rope in his hands.
He bound your hands together, a physical representation of the commitment you were making to each other. Your lives were now inextricably intertwined.
How right you are.
Poe watched with what you recognized as a sad smile, as much as you wished it was Din standing there with his hand holding yours. Poe’s heart was also elsewhere.
It was your turn to give him a reassuring squeeze, I know - you told him wordlessly.
He squeezed back, spoke his vows clearly, and you did the same.
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It’s not real, she loves me and not him. You know this- take a breath and do your job.
There were flowers in the air, showering over the bride and groom. The crowd cheered loud as thunder when they kissed - chaste though it was.
He didn’t hear any of it; the boom in his ears wouldn’t let him. Numb extremities carried him through the great hall- to stand guard for the future King and Queen.
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The wine was flowing and all but four people in attendance seemed to be bursting with joy, not that anyone would know of course. Din was a ghost in the back of the hall, his watchful gaze keeping everyone safe. Finn was stone faced and silent, a dutiful squire as far as everyone was concerned.
Poe was better at masking his true emotions than anyone and you imagined it came from years of practice. His hand brought yours up to his lips every so often. He leaned in and whispered in your ear, and you knew what they all saw and how could they not? He played the smitten husband so well. A charming smile, a twinkle in his eye. You did your best to play along.
“I imagine your knight is eager to have you to himself. Today must have been difficult for him.” He spoke low, his arm around the back of your chair in a protective pose.
“Yes I imagine so, Finn must be anxious for the two of you to have your time alone as well.” You kissed him on the cheek, a friendly gesture and he couldn’t help but seek out the owner of his heart.
The music played, signaling that the dance must begin.
“Ready?” He held his hand out to you and you took it with a nod.
Everyone watched as the two of you led the first dance, as you stepped and twirled and swayed to the music and soon the King and Queen had joined - signalling that everyone else was free to do so as well. After a time your father cut in, asking your new husband if he could dance with his daughter and Poe bowed graciously. He told you that he was proud, that you looked lovely; that he knew you’d make a good queen.
Other nobles and prominent men asked for a dance and you had no choice but to accept with a smile and a curtsy. Around and around you went, from person to person until the voice you most longed to hear cut through it all.
“Would you honour your knight with a dance, your Highness?” He had taken off his gloves and feeling his hand touch yours sent a thrill throughout your body.
“Yes of course.” You smiled politely, excusing yourself from your previous partner and within a moment he had whisked you away. He surprised you, his steps were practiced, his movements were precise and you smiled-imagining him practicing in his younger years. “You dance very well Sir.” You spoke low and were rewarded with a laugh.
“You sound surprised.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “You are a vision my love, I assure you there has never been a more beautiful bride.” It shifted quickly - his voice, from amusement to a melancholy you could pick up despite the mask hiding his features.
“I dressed to match the one I love, I think you know who I mean.” You squeezed his hand and were happy to feel it reciprocated. “I am yours and you are mine.” You spoke the words as close to his neck as you could manage, relishing the relieved sigh he let out.
“I-” He was cut off by another Mandolorian asking for a dance and he had no choice but to bow and return to his station.
Soon Din, soon.
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After the dancing, and the endless dinner courses - the steady stream of ale and wine - the moment you’d been dreading had arrived.
“It is time we put the bride and groom to bed!” It was shouted by someone in the room and soon everyone was taking up the cry. There was amusement on your parents' faces and you knew they were remembering when the same thing happened to them at their own wedding. Poe was smiling, completely unbothered by the whole affair. He raised his hands to quiet the guests.
“Yes yes, we must indeed be put to bed. My darling-” He turned to you then with his hand outstretched and you took it with a shy smile, your heart in your chest despite the fact that nothing would happen.
They are all convinced it will, I must play my part.
Mila followed behind you, as did Finn. Din, you knew, wasn’t too far behind and neither were half a hundred guests - all of them expecting to be shown the marital sheet. All of them hoping for that lucky drop.
“Don’t fret.” Poe was speaking low as he led you to the rooms you would now share - you knew he could feel the tremor in the hand he held, refusing to let go until you were both safely in the room.
“Okay - here’s what we’re going to do. You will stay in here, no one need see you now - and I will change into my dressing robe. I will open the door and show the sheet when the appropriate-” He rolled his eyes at the word. “-time has passed. Mila - you will then inform the King and Queen that we are indisposed and not to be bothered.” He spoke low so as to keep the conversation from the ears which were no doubt pressed up to your door. Mila nodded quickly and waited by the door for the go ahead from Poe.
“This is all well and good, but they will expect a drop- oh!” You watched as he took out the dagger he kept on his person, saw as he made a shallow cut onto the flesh of his forearm - a place he could easily hide with his clothing, you didn’t fail to note. “Poe- that was-” You furrowed your brow, an ache gripping your heart that he would do this for you, unexpected tears brimming in your eyes. “I didn’t want you to do that.” He smiled at the emotion on your face, brushing you off not unkindly.
“Think nothing of it.” You saw as he spilled a few precious drops of his blood onto the sheet and you couldn’t stop the sniffle. “There, now we will be lucky in our marriage, and they will leave us in peace.” He turned to smile at you but was almost knocked over with the force of your embrace. “It’s nothing sweetling, you are my friend - and friends protect each other no?” He kissed your forehead.
“Yes, we do.” The lump in your throat prevented you from saying anymore, not that you needed to. Mila was there quick as a whip to bandage him up, helping him change from his wedding garb to something more comfortable.
After a short time he walked over to the door, being stopped briefly by Mila who ruffled his hair before he opened it, soiled sheet in hand as you waited with baited breath.
The cheer reverberated outside the room and despite the well wishes- it made you furious.
My friend bled for that drop, and you all think I have bled- for luck. Barbaric.
“It is done, your highness.” Mila came back, a shy smile on her face and it was as though the weight of the kingdom itself had been lifted from your shoulders.
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He made his way to her- their new apartments and it felt as though the beskar he always wore had suddenly shrunk down to child size. He’d seen the lucky drop, and it filled his head with doubts. Not about her, but about this whole thing. About his place in her life- about how they could keep up this charade but then he saw the wink her serving girl gave him. Read the meaning in it and sighed in relief.
We will make it work, you and I. There is no one else for me.
He pressed his gloved hand to his heart, felt the little bundle within the hidden pocket there and smiled to himself- his expression a secret like always.
When he arrived at the door he took a deep breath, his eyes closed for a moment before the soft rap at the door would signal his presence. It was a moment just for himself, a fleeting heartbeat or two necessary to gather his thoughts and his courage.
In a moment, I will offer you my heart, and I pray you offer yours in return.
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It took what seemed like forever and a day for him to arrive and once he walked through the door, it was as though no time at all had passed. He closed the door behind him and stood there for a moment, the visor in his helmet pointed at you and you let him look at you; you’d dressed for him after all.
He didn’t say anything, and neither did you.
He made his way over slowly, shedding gloves and helmet as he approached- shedding layers just as he’d shed layers of apprehension at the start of all this; opening up his heart to you.
“My love-“ he stood before you now, with a honeyed tone and a honeyed gaze. “I do not know of any words that could express how beautiful you look.” He kissed your hand and it was akin to worship. There was no need for a holy man- not with the reverence on display here.
You couldn’t trust yourself to speak, there was a lump in your throat - all of the sneaking around- all of the meddling of your parents and the responsibilities that had been thrust at you at your birth- none of it mattered. It was all secondary to this.
He smiled and it was almost sad, me too - it said.
“I have something for you-“ he let go of your hands to unfasten his chest plate, it was a thin silver band, same as his armour. “-A part of me to carry with you.” He slipped it onto your finger, a perfect fit. “I know you cannot wear it there, but I thought perhaps on a chain?” He brought the adorned finger to his lips, sealing it with a kiss and tears fell despite your happiness.
“It’s beautiful, I would be honoured to wear it.” You stared at it in tearfilled awe.
Mila was at the edge of your vision and she made her presence known - drawing your attention and Dins.
“Your highness.” She smiled, before Poe and Finn were led into the room.
“I have come to help-“ he had a long piece of cloth in his hands. “-It isn’t a rope - but it will serve the same purpose.” Finn was looking better than he had earlier and when he caught your eye he nodded in acknowledgement. Poe walked over to you and proceeded to bind your hands to Dins, just as the holy man had bound yours to Poe’s.
“I release you from your vows Princess, and I bind you to this man.” He said the words low. “Din- do you accept this woman, in front of all the Gods and their creations?”
“As long as I draw breath.” Dins eyes were focused on you.
“And you princess. Do you accept this man, in front of all the Gods and their creations?” Poe smiled and stepped away.
“Yes- forever.” You stepped closer to him, your head tilted up to stare into his eyes.
“I will leave you both to speak your vows privately-“ He turned to leave but you stopped him.
“Untie us Poe- it’s your turn.” You smiled at both he and Finn and once he’d obliged, it was your turn to bear witness.
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Despite how much you loved him, how happy and relieved you were to have made it through the ceremony, your hands shook. He could feel it, you knew by the way he kissed your fingers; the way he held your hands to his chest.
“It’s just you and I, my love.” He did his best to calm you and for the most part it worked, his heart beating strong and steady underneath your palms. “There is nothing to fear, the worst is behind us.” He looked happy, happier than he had in months and you relished that you were the source of it. “My vows are not traditional, just as our union isn’t traditional.” He was looking at you with an intensity that made your skin hot and you nodded, letting him continue.
“My heart, my body, my soul - all of me is yours. Now and forever. I vow to love you and protect you from this day, to my last. I vow that no other will ever come before you, that I will try to be the best version of myself for you and-” He hesitated here, a doubt shadowing his face and you frowned.
“What is it Din?” You prompted him, lifting your hand to cradle his face. “Tell me.”
“I will try to be the best version of myself for you, and our children - if you would let me give them to you. I know we haven’t actually discussed it and I feel like a fool for bringing it up now in the middle of my vows but -” You saw the inner turmoil, the insecurity and you smiled.
“I vow to be the best version of myself for you also Din, for you and our children.” You gave him a chaste kiss, assuring him.
“I will protect them with my life.” He pressed his forehead to yours, the tremor of his emotion coming through in his voice.
“I have loved you since I was a girl, and I will love you until I die Din Djarin. I vow to give you me, all of me. I vow to love every part of you, to give you children and protect them with my life. I vow to put you above all others - I vow to be yours.” Emotions ran high as you spoke the words and they got the better of you, tears streamed down your face as well as his and they mingled when you kissed. The salty brine of them creeping into both your mouths - letting you taste how you felt about one another.
You couldn’t help but laugh after, both of you smiling at the euphoria in your veins.
“We are wed.” He said the words softly- reverently into your ear. You sighed happily, pressing your cheek to his chest as he led you in a silent dance for a few moments, basking in the feeling of cementing your commitment to one another.
After a time however, there had been a shift, a swelling of delicious tension and you knew he felt the same. His eyes roved over you and your blood sang within you, knowing what came next.
Silently he shed your layers.
Skilled, callused fingers relieve you of your crown. They take off your jewels and adornments- the ring Poe had put on your finger, all but the ring he himself gave you and placed them on a nearby table. You watch as your hands come up and with his help - take off layers of his beskar. Each piece of the silvery metal glinting in the soft candlelight illuminating the room.
Step by step, you each undress the other until you are both as naked as your name day.
“Is it foolish that I’m nervous?” You felt the heat crawling up your chest, felt it burning in your face regardless of the fact that this wasn’t your first time.
“Not foolish in the slightest, me too. I’ve never lain with my wife before - I want to impress her.” He pulled you close with a tender smile, the novelty of the word brought out the dimple in his cheek. He adorned your neck with kisses, his body herding you towards your bed.
“Husband, it's so strange isn’t it? To be able to call you that-” You couldn’t help but trace the scars on his shoulders as you walked backwards. You could tell he was eager to get you under him but there was something you’d been wanting to do to him. “-wait Din-” He stole the words out of your mouth with a heated kiss and for a moment you couldn’t think of anything but his tongue. His hands grabbed at your backside, pulling you close and you felt the hardening of his manhood against your belly, you pulled away before he stole the thoughts out of your brain.
“Wait - wait my love.” You smiled, breathless at the dazed - lust blown expression on his face. “I want to do something for you - to you in truth.” You felt almost shy under his gaze but you knew there was no reason to. There was nothing but love in his eyes.
“What is it?” He sat on the bed and you mustered up your confidence - guiding him to lean against the large headboard.
“I want to taste you.” You felt the blood booming in your ears, felt it stiffening your nipples and tingling in your womanhood. “I want to do to you, what you do to me - if you’ll teach me.” You tried to look appealing as you crawled over to him. He had a playful spark in his eye.
“You want to suck my cock my love?” His smile widened at the widening of your eyes. He beckoned you closer, spreading his thighs for you to lay within the space he made.
“Yes - be gentle with me.” You kissed at his thighs before he tilted your face up to look at him.
“Of course, you needn’t do anything you don’t want to.”
“Oh but I do want to.” You moved your kisses across his abdomen and savoured the way his muscles clenched. It spurred you on and you studied his body, the thick pillar of him, hard and reddened in front of you. The sparse trail of hair from his belly button, leading to the darker patch below. “In truth, I’ve been imagining what it would be like, and I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
He took in a sharp breath when you grasped him in hand, the velvety skin of him warm in your hand.
“I confess, I have imagined this in my mind many a time.” His voice came out breathy as you softly stroked him. “Let your spit drip down onto me, the wetter the better.” His hand moved the bulk of your hair out of the way, ensuring he had the best vantage point. You did as he instructed, decidedly ignoring every etiquette lesson throughout your life.
“That’s it, that feels good.” He grasped your hand, showing you how he liked to be touched and it stoked the fire of arousal burning brightly within your core. His massive hand dwarfing yours, hearing the wet slick of his cock in your palm for a moment before he let you continue.
There was a drop of his own pearly arousal blooming in the tip of him and you licked at it without thought - and were rewarded with a deep groan. It galvanised you and you followed your instincts, kissing at the sensitive head of his sex as you would his mouth. Tongue out and eager.
“Gods above..” He held onto your face lightly as you took him into your mouth, letting him go with a pop.
“Is it okay?” You stared at him, eyes wide and he smiled, his eyes half closed.
“Yes, could you take a little more?” He held the base of it in his hand and guided it into your mouth. “That’s it my love, breathe through your nose - that’s it - yes that’s my good girl. Fuck- you’re doing so well.”
It was intense, he was thick and salty on your tongue and it was a bit of a struggle to breathe when he pressed further down your throat but the look on his face made you want to keep going. You took him as far as you could, letting him go when your eyes watered. Your slick dripped out and you felt it on your inner thighs at the knowledge that you had complete control over him. He reached down and plucked at your nipple, pulling a moan out of you and he groaned at the feel of it.
“You are going to make me come if you carry on like that-” He pulled you away from his cock, pulling you up to kiss you and if the mess on your face bothered him he made no mention of it.
“I want you to finish-” You tried to continue but he kissed you again, making you moan into his mouth.
“I will, inside your pretty little cunt where I belong.” He moved quickly, flipping you underneath him with practised ease. “I have been dying to taste it - to drink you down.” There was no preamble, one minute he was kissing your mouth the next his head was between your legs and he dove in like a man possessed. His tongue dipping into your opening to collect your arousal before flattening it against the spot you wanted it the most.
You couldn’t form words, his tongue had robbed you of the ability to do anything but whimper.
You looked down to see him between your thighs, his big hands holding you tight to his mouth. His eyes almost unfocused as he continued his assault on the spot he knew would ruin you. He teased you, moving from that one blinding white spot, to dip into you with his tongue. Those same hands glided along your skin lovingly, from the tops of your thighs up to caress the skin of your hips, up up up to your ribs and further still until his thumbs were strumming softly at your nipples.
It was right there, the deep pool that was your climax and he was holding you at the precipice. His tongue keeping up the steady, addictive rhythm. Up and down, up and down, a circle- a swirl and when you ground your hips involuntarily he knew you were on the dagger’s edge. He focused where he knew you needed him, his tongue perfect, his fingers plucking and pinching and with a cry you soared. The pleasure radiated out to the tips of your fingers and toes.
“Have I pleased you wife?” The smile was in his voice as well as his face, his mouth pressing the words into your skin with kisses on his path back up to your mouth. Your heart swelled to hear him use that word.
That is what I am and my heart is full of love at the thought, husband.
“Yes husband, you please me to no end.” Your body was tingling after the intensity of the climax.
“Good, I should have added that to my vows. I suppose I could swear it to you now. I vow that I will please my pretty little wife.” He licked at the stiff peak of your breast between words, your nails scratched lovingly at his scalp as he did so. “I vow to make you come as often as you’ll let me.” He switched to shower the other breast with the same attention.
“So generous.” You said it playfully, pulling him up with a tug to kiss him.
“I am a very generous man.” He spread your legs wide, lining himself up and sinking slowly in. There was hardly any resistance yet still it made you gasp, the fullness of it. “I vow my cock is yours.” He thrust brusquely, driving home his point in more ways than one.
This was what you wanted, his body surrounding you, filling you to the brim with himself. There was nothing else, only this. Only the steady stroke of him inside you- where he belonged. His forehead was pressed to yours, no more words flowed out- only his lovely groans in your ear.
He looked truly beautiful like this, a light sheen of sweat on his golden skin and a furrow on his brow above you. You pulled him down to kiss you and he did, his tongue plundering every corner of your mouth but soon he was pulling away; from your mouth and from your body.
“I want you on your stomach.” His voice sounded almost pained. You were a doll in his hands and he positioned you how he wanted you. Pillows under your hips and your backside in the air. It felt almost foolish, strangely exposed but you trusted him.
“You are a vision.” He kissed a path up your spine before sinking into you at a new angle. It pulled an involuntary cry, as though he was somehow bigger this way. His hands were heavy on your skin, bruising and brutal but it added to the pleasure.
The sound of his thrusts was wet, an obscene thing that made your nipples harden, made you reach down underneath you to pleasure yourself while he chased his own release.
“I’m close-“ Your words came out as a whimper and he set a brutal pace lifting your hips up a bit higher and when he did you cried out, for the second time you were floating. Your sex clenched around his and he fell onto you with a grunt, grinding into you while his seed spilled deep inside.
He kissed your belly when you turned to lay on your back and you smiled at him, pushing his sweat-dampened hair away from his face.
“If we are fortunate, I will put a baby in your belly by night's end.” He kissed it again.
Perhaps you already have, how lovely would that be? A child born of our love.
-
He must have had you half a hundred times that night, in half a hundred ways and each time it was better than the last. He was attentive, and indeed generous. He summoned Mila after a time and sent her for food and refreshments. He fed you from his hand and drank from your cup and in all your life, you’d never been happier.
You awoke early- as the sun was coming up and the bird song was creeping into your little corner with him signalling that like all good things, the night must end. He was asleep and as much as you wanted to stay in bed with him the whole day, Poe would be returning soon. Already you could hear Mila readying the apartments for you.
“Din, wake up my love.” You kissed his face and he stirred.
“Good morning wife.” He stretched before pulling you into the crook of his neck, lips pressing to your forehead and it dropped stones into your stomach.
I wish we could stay like this.
“Good morning husband, it's time to get up. Poe will be here soon and my father will expect you.” You kissed his neck while he groaned, he didn’t want to leave either.
“Yes yes, very well. I am awake.” He got up and searched for his clothes and you took the time to find the gift you’d had made for him before he left.
“Here-” He turned half dressed to look at you. “-I would ask you to wear this. It is a lock of my hair.” You put the long delicate chain around his neck, the locket resting against his sternum.
“I will never take it off.” He held it in his hand, delicately, as one would a small bird. “I love you.” He kissed you softly, and only stopped when Mila opened the door with your robe. He let go with a sigh, and then he was gone.
—-
Five Years Later
He was eager and completely fearless. He ran as fast as his little legs could carry him and Din had to laugh to himself.
He is like me, too much like me in truth.
“We must be patient, yes? What happens when we are not patient?” He kneeled in front of the young Prince, adjusting his doublet as his horse was saddled.
“We get hurt. Will you be riding with me Sir knight?” His little voice was so sweet, it made Din’s heart tender to hear it.
“No, you must learn on your own as I did, as your lady mother the Queen did.” He ruffled the boy's hair, his hair. “Come-” he lifted his son onto the horse “Up you get.”
He walked beside him for a time, letting him get used to the animal underneath him. The saddle was of his own design, something to make sure the young boy didn’t fall off.
“I want to go fast. Like you do.” He was pouting at him, never content to take things slow.
“I know little one, but you must learn first, then you may even go faster than me.” This made him laugh, no doubt imagining galloping through his mother’s lands, sword in hand as all little boys do.
“We can race, I will beat you.” He laughed down at him, with her shining through his features and the helmet hid his delight at this. At seeing them together on this beautiful childs face.
“Oh you think so do you? We shall have to see soon.” He said it playfully and the little boy was content for a time. After their ride it was time for training. Din took a personal interest in this - he had vowed to train his child to be the best with a sword, the best he could be in everything he could.
He was too young to handle a sword, but Din took his time with knives - with protecting himself. He lost himself in the time he spent with his son, trying his hardest to make every second count. They were going over Din’s own weapons when they were interrupted.
“Damian, Din - I’m sorry to cut your lesson short.” It was Poe, the crown on his head along with a few more greys. “Your mother needs you.” He smiled apologetically.
“Father!” Damian ran into Poe's arms and of everything Din endured in his life - this was always the most painful. “Sir was teaching me about his blades.” He was speaking excitedly, pointing at the knife he was slipping into the sheath around his waist.
“Soon you will know more than me.” Poe was smiling at his charge, indulging the little Prince. “Have you thanked Sir Din for your lesson? Go on.” He put him down and Damian ran towards his real father.
“Thank you Sir! I want to ride again tomorrow.” He hugged Din around the middle and he couldn’t help but ruffle his hair again.
“We will, you can ride with me and we will go fast, yes?” He pulled a sweet from his pocket and gave it to the little boy. A big grin on his face. “Don’t tell your mother I’ve spoiled your dinner.” He ate it happily.
Poe gave him a nod before they left.
He saw her before long, standing at the balcony in all her glory. She was somehow even more beautiful to him. Maybe it was the soft smile she gave him, maybe it was the vision of her hand stroking at the chain on her neck. His ring on the end of it. Maybe it was the knowledge that she was carrying another one of his children. Another Prince or possibly a little Princess.
He nodded up at her, wishing he could claw his way up towards her like some dragon. He contented himself with the knowledge that he’d see her tonight. He continued his training and every so often, he’d feel the locket warm and safe against his chest.
Part six is here - and I'm thinking this whole series will end with the seventh instalment. I want to thank all of you for loving this story so much and for being so patient with me! My dms / asks are always open. ❤️
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Din Djarin x F!Reader (Virgin reader)
Pairing: Din x F!Reader
Word Count: 5.1K
Warnings: (18+ NO MINORS) pining, language, age-gap (about 10-11 years, legal, reader is of age), Yearning, dirty talk / p i v sex (wrap it up) vaginal fingering
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The walk back to your apartments was more akin to floating, a happy bubble carrying you back in the very grips of ardent love, but the spell was broken when you saw the worry on Mila’s face.
“Your highness, I have been worried sick!” She quickly pulled you in and shut the heavy wooden door. “You’ve been gone for ages, what happened?” She all but spit out the words while helping you with your cloak, succumbing to a small smile of her own to the dreamy look on your face.
“Oh Mila -” You sighed dramatically, hating yourself for being such a cliche but it couldn’t be helped. “I am no longer a maiden, I have been spoiled.” You laughed at the absurdity of it all - how could what you shared with him spoil you? “Do you think me wicked?”
“No your highness, not for a moment. I am delighted for you - truly. Should I draw you a hot bath?” She seemed relieved, truth be told.
“Yes sweetling - that would be lovely.” You finished undressing as she went about sending down for hot water. Your undergarments were damp with your slick and Din’s seed and seeing them mingled there made your heart flutter.
I always thought there would be blood.
“I can have those washed, your highness.” She said it softly as you stared at the fabric.
“Yes, of course.” You handed it over to her before getting into the tub. “Now that my nerves have settled a bit, I am a bit sore.” the muscles in your thighs hurt much like they did after a long day on a horse. Thoughts of riding Din flooded your mind and it was almost enough to make you faint.
Would he like that I wonder?
“Be a dear and fetch me some of the herbal salts for the water?” She ran off before you could finish the sentence and you took the time alone to check your body - the skin of your breasts was sensitive from his mouth and you did your best to treat them tenderly. You reached between your legs to clean yourself off and hissed involuntarily. The lips of your sex were puffy and swollen and you used the same soft touch there too.
“This should help.” She dumped the little cup of salts and dried flowers into the water and swirled it around. “Lean back and I will wash your hair.” Her hands were delicate but strong and she listened with a smile while you recounted the details of your evening.
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He could smell her on his skin and it made him ache. A physical pain at the loss of her warmth; the spot on his bed now seemed empty and cold without her there to fill it. He sighed loudly as he lay there, imagining how it would feel to wake up with her in his arms.
He had thought that once he’d loved her with his body, the urge would subside slightly. He thought the compulsion to bury himself in her would be fulfilled and he would be able to calm down - think clearly. He could not have been more wrong.
It had only made him worse. Now he wished to be attached to her always, he wished to see her face scrunched up with pleasure, wanted her to moan for him. He wanted to kiss her, to hold her - taste her skin. He imagined marrying her, fantasized about her being his wife for all to see. He longed to see her heavy with his child.
One step at a time.
He blew out the candle, and fell asleep with her taste in his mouth.
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“Mother, father - I believe Poe and I have some happy news to share.” You smiled at Poe and his eyebrows raised in shocked delight that you were ready to tell them.
“Yes I believe we do Princess.” He reached over and held your hand in his. “Your highness, I have asked for your daughter's hand in marriage, and she has graciously accepted.” He bowed slightly and the room was filled with cries of joy from all but two.
Your mother let out an excited shriek before forgetting all decorum and almost knocking you over.
“We must celebrate! A toast to the bride and groom - I will make an announcement and we will begin the plans for a wedding that befits the future Queen and her King!” Your father was up and clapping Poe on the back firmly.
The smile on your face was genuine but not for the reason your mother imagined. You chanced a glance over at the statue that was Din and were gifted with the tiniest of nods. He understood.
I smile for you my love, only for you.
“We must summon the dressmaker at once! Invitations must be sent out and we must begin planning your big day. Gods above there is so much to do! Come, let us begin.” Poe smiled after you as you were pulled away.
Let the insanity commence.
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The announcement spread throughout the land with dizzying speed and the messages of congratulations and well wishes poured in.
Poe was busier and busier and so were you. Your father was mentoring him, and your mother was borderline smothering you.
“The dressmaker will be here soon sweetling and we can go over the design. I have also summoned the goldsmith to fashion you a ring, as well as a crown for Poe. Do you have any special requests for the feast?” Your mothers excitement was palpable and despite how hard she’d pushed you to choose Poe - it touched your heart to see her this happy.
“No mother I have not, but I thought we could summon Poe’s kitchen staff to attend - that could prepare some of his favourite foods and we could have a melding of sorts.” Finn and Poe might enjoy some of their home comforts, it would be a nice surprise for him.
“That is a lovely idea, I will send a raven.” She had a list in hand and you saw her scrawl the words hurriedly. “Now. We must discuss the issue of your maidenhead.” Your stomach tumbled about as she spoke. “It is common for high-born ladies to lose their maidenheads while riding horses so you may not bleed. Hopefully there is a drop or two that you could present, it is good luck.”
My maidenhead belongs to Din, and he has claimed it mother, what would you think of that I wonder.
“Present it?” You asked with all of the innocence you could muster.
“Yes sweetling, after the feast when it is time to put you to bed - a paige will be sent up to collect the sheet from your marriage bed. Surely you’ve been told of this?” She gave you a quizzical look.
“I must have put it out of my mind.” You smiled at her but she was barely looking at you, so engrossed was she at her notes and plans.
“Yes well, I pray there is a drop for luck.” She patted your hand absentmindedly.
I doubt that very highly.
“Yes mother, a drop.”
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Mila was giving you sidelong glances as the dressmaker listened to your mother speak. She was envisioning a gown of deep, royal purple. A confection big enough to envelop you from head to foot. A gaudy, heavy thing and you were only too happy to deny her.
If you were going to go through with this wedding, the dress was going to be something that would match your true love. You wanted it to be silver.
“Your highness, we could combine the colours - I could make it cascade, fade from the silver to a deep plum near the bottom. The effect would be wondrous.” She tried to explain it and while it sounded lovely indeed - you held your ground.
“Maybe for another occasion - for my wedding however I was it to be silver. I want it to shine and glimmer. Like armor.” You smiled sweetly.
“Armor? My darling this isn’t a battle you’re going into - you’re going to look like a Mandalorian standing up there in the dress you’re describing.” Her tone was incredulous and it was hard not to laugh at how close she had come to hitting the mark.
“I think it would look lovely, your highness.” Mila smiled shyly and your mother sighed loudly, knowing you were determined.
“Thank you Mila - now. This is what I am envisioning.” You explained and the dressmaker took notes. It was going to be perfect and you couldn’t wait for Din to see it.
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He couldn’t say he was completely happy, not while he knew they could ever truly be together, he could however live with knowledge that her heart was his. Just as his beat only for her.
He smiled to himself, thinking about her as he made his way over to the smith. Memories of her in his bed replaying over and over in his mind, his heart so full of love it floated; a wild, tethered thing always leading him back to her.
“Good day to you Sir.” The smith inclined his head to him in respect.
“Good day, I have come with a job for you. I have a precious piece of metal here and I need you to fashion me a ring.” He handed over the rare metal to the smith.
The smith took it, and before long Din was making his way back to the castle - excitement colouring his face for no one to see.
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“How are the plans going Princess? Is there anything I can help with?” Poe was leading you around the garden, the day was crisp and fresh; sunshine beating down on you both.
“Believe me Poe, I am doing you a kindness by keeping you away from planning this endeavour. It is exhausting.” You rest your head on his shoulder.
It was refreshing, this closeness between the two of you. It was freeing to be able to treat him with tenderness, with friendly love without fearing he would misunderstand. It helped to strengthen the opinions of others while deflecting any controversy and suspicion.
“I appreciate you protecting me but I would genuinely like to help. How are things with your knight? Your mood tells me things have improved.” He spoke with a secret smile, a recognition and you couldn’t help but laugh with happiness.
“Oh yes, I have explained everything and we have, well- I will leave it to you to interpret.” You looked away while your ears burned.
“Gods above it’s about time! So he hates me no longer?” He was excited, genuinely happy for you and your love for him grew.
“Yes, all is well.” You frowned then, remembering your mothers words. “There is a problem however - everyone is expecting me to be a maiden on our wedding night and my mother has informed me that they will want to see-“ You cleared your throat slightly and he caught on quickly.
“They will want to see proof that I have deflowered you.” His face clouded over with worry. “Barbaric. You’d think there would be some privacy between wife and husband.”
“Between a man and a woman there is, between the future King and Queen there is no such thing I fear.” You patted his arm, grateful for his outrage.
“Leave it to me Princess. We will make it work.” He plucked at a flower as you walked through a row of roses and he handed it to you. Looking for all the world as a young, happy couple. Ready to start your lives together.
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You could feel his eyes on you, tracking your every movement even though you couldn’t see them.
You were watching your mother speaking to advisors about all of the prominent guests that were going to be in attendance, saw her arranging where they would be seated once the feast began in the great hall.
Your father was speaking to Poe about organizing a hunting party for the day before, heavily implying that it would be auspicious to serve something he himself had caught at his wedding.
It should have shocked you how little you were actually needed for this part, should have angered you how little of your input was requested.
If I was marrying you my love, I wouldn’t need all this. Just our vows, and a holy man to guide us.
This was all a sham, a show to put on so that the kingdom - your parents - would be appeased. The land would be ruled by two people who love each other after a fashion; people who respect one another and the responsibilities they’ve been tasked with.
A heavy yawn slipped out.
“Are you well Princess?” Poe took your hand in his and brought it to his mouth. “Perhaps you would do well with some fresh air? Din, would you do me the kindness of escorting her highness out into the gardens? She could do with a change of scenery. Perhaps even a ride.” He spoke so clearly and with such purpose that no one questioned him.
“You do look rather tired sweetling, Poe is kind to look after you thusly.” Your mother patted your hand as Din made his way over, inclining his head with a bow at your betrothed.
“You are too kind to me Poe, a ride is just what I need.” You smiled at him, placing a chaste kiss onto his cheek before letting Din escort you out.
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He didn’t speak, not while you were within earshot of anyone in the palace. Mila had come with you for propriety’s sake but she hung back. She was a necessary shadow, following the two of you around.
He was silent as you made your way to the stables, wordless as he saddled your horse, as he held out his hand to you; a sweet in his palm. Silent still as he led you out of the Palace walls, towards the road leading to the forest.
“Your highness, I can stay behind - I will find somewhere to make myself useful while you - enjoy your time.” Her eyes flashed towards Din and before you could answer she had taken off, leaving the two of you alone just outside the grounds.
He said nothing, instead he helped you onto your horse, his big hand squeezing your thigh before jumping up onto his own mount. You followed his lead, in direction as well as behaviour as you made your way further and further into the woods. The light was lovely, it was still early and the sun crowned all of the trees in a gorgeous golden glow. It reflected off his armor, lighting up clover and wildflowers for a split second as the horses trotted in tandem.
You found yourself taking in the scenery, the trees were changing, summer greens giving way to autumn ochre; yellows and reds. Birds flew overhead, deer hid in the trees.
“You look lovely today Princess.” His voice startled you out of your reverie - pulling you back to the ground.
“Thank you Sir.” You smiled over your shoulder at the space you imagined his eyes to be. “Where are you leading me?”
“Somewhere we can be alone for a time.” He trotted up beside you, grabbing the reins from your hands and leading your horse off the path. Your heart was pounding in your chest, excitement coursing through your veins at what he could be thinking about.
He stopped once you hit a small clearing. He tied the horses up next to a giant oak tree and they contented themselves by eating the grass within reach.
He pulled his helmet off and hit you with a blinding smile before claiming your mouth in a hungry kiss. It was full of longing and it made you ache for him.
“I have missed you.” His hands cupped your jaw lightly as he breathed the words onto your face, his forehead pressed to yours before pulling away to lay his cape out onto the ground. A makeshift blanket.
“I missed you too Din.” You ruffled his hair when he sat, opening his arms to you and you sat within the cage of his legs, your back pressed up against the solid wall of his chest. “I wish we could do this every day.” You leaned onto this shoulder, the beskar cool against the back of your neck.
“Me too.” He pulled at the tie of your cloak, exposing your shoulders and the tops of your breasts to his gaze. At some point he’d taken his gloves off - you saw his hands wrap around your middle to hold you tight to him. “Is the wedding planning as tedious as it seems?” His voice was playful and you were happy to hear his acceptance.
“Oh Din you cannot know what a bore it is. So many details, so many insignificant things my mother focuses on. She wanted to dress me in an awful purple monstrosity - would have made me look like a pastry.” He laughed at the disgust in your tone. “The feast will be terrifyingly long and I will be all too happy once it’s over.” You turned then and kissed his cheek.
“Poe seems happy to help, that must count for something.” His hand lifted yours to place a kiss at your knuckles, you saw him comparing the size difference between the two of you.
“Poe is a dear, he helps as much as he can. I know he is eager for all of this to be over as well. He and Finn can have some time alone once we are wed.”
“What is the plan after the wedding?”
“I had thought about it. I could arrange a trip to Poe's home, we could stay there for a time without the watchful eye of my mother and father.” You turned slightly to look him in the eye and he frowned slightly.
“If you leave, I would have to stay and look over your father.”
“Not if Poe insists you accompany me, we are the future, surely my father will see that we take precedence.” You pressed your palm to the stubble on his cheek.
“I pray he does, it would be torture to be away from you for so long.” He pressed his lips to yours again, it seemed as though he couldn’t get close enough. He was taking advantage of your privacy and you were all too content to let him. “I meant to ask, how did you feel after our night together? I was worried I’d hurt you.”
“I was sore, I will not lie, my thighs, and what’s between them. Nothing a warm bath didn’t help.” You felt the heat creeping up your chest. “It was wanton, to feel your seed leak out of me after.” You hid your face into his neck at the admission but he groaned and pulled your face up to look him in the eye.
“I would have cleaned you off had you been able to stay, with my tongue.” He swallowed the gasp you let out at his confession and the mood shifted from a quiet comfort to ardent passion.
He pulled you onto his lap roughly, his hands pulling your skirts up to grab at your thighs. He all but ripped at your undergarments in his haste to get at your skin. His desperation burned as brightly in your belly as if it were your own, seeing him so eager to touch you made you ache, made your cunt clench for him.
There was a mutual groan when he felt your wetness on the pads of his fingers.
“I dream about touching you like this my love, wish to have you spread out and bare for me always.” His tongue licked into your mouth as his finger drew perfect circles around the sensitive button of pleasure at the apex of your thighs. You whimpered into his mouth, your body rocking onto his hand slowly. “Does that feel good?” He bit at your lip and you nodded, half mad with lust for him.
“Yes, gods - yes.” He smiled onto your lips before reaching further down to spear you with his thick fingers. “Din, I want you - I want - oh.” The words died on your lips when his thumb circled your clit again.
“You have me my darling, my pretty little thing.” He moved his fingers a little harder and you rewarded him by flooding him with slick, your sex made obscene noises as he pumped into it. “Tell me what you really want.” You were almost there, the pleasure was building higher and higher - a wave threatening to drown you. “Is it my cock you want? Or my tongue?” It was too much and you fell apart, clenching around his fingers with a whimper. He pulled them away and you watched him lick them clean.
“I want you Din.” You reached between you to pull open his breeches. He watched you reach in to grasp the thick pillar of his sex. “I want your cock, I want to mount you - can I?” You kissed every inch of his face you could reach as your fingers teased at the sensitive tip of him.
“I am yours however you desire me.” He helped you then, moving all of the fabric out of the way to sit you onto his lap. You dripped onto him before sheathing him in your warm wet heat. “Gods above Princess, you feel better than anything in this world.” His fists were holding onto your thighs almost painfully tight and it took a minute for you to get accustomed to his size.
“I feel as though you’re splitting me in half, in the best way possible.” You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him ever closer, the both of you groaning into each other's mouths as you rocked gingerly. It was a slow, mounting pleasure and the pressure at your pearl was perfect.
“Your sweet little cunt is squeezing me so tight.” His voice was clipped, the effort of holding still for you to go at your pace making the sweat bead at his brow. The devotion in his eyes made you feel powerful, beautiful and loved and you couldn’t help but bite at his neck. You wanted to mark him.
I want everyone to see that someone has claimed you.
He hissed at the way your teeth dug into the tawny skin of his neck but he didn’t stop you. It seemed to spur him on and you felt him buck up.
You like this.
He couldn’t stay passive and in a flash you were on your back. His cape and the soft grass cushioning you as he drove into you, hard enough to make you cry out.
“Mark me again my love.” He gave you his neck and you obliged. It all came to a head, his groans, the taste of his skin in your mouth, his cock filling you over and over and you clenched up in euphoria.
You watched as he pulled out and pumped his cock with a tight fist, his other hand holding your legs open so he could spill his seed onto your sex with a pained groan. It was deliciously obscene; divine.
After the blood had settled and the two of you caught your breath he ripped a piece of his undershirt and cleaned you off, making sure you were presentable before helping you up.
“I would love nothing more than to lay in the sun with you my love but we must be getting back.” He kissed your shoulders before fastening your cloak again and despite how much you wanted to protest, he was right.
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He immersed himself in his training, the sounds of swordplay had always grounded him in the past, and it did so again. He honed his body, it was as much a weapon as his sword and he took pride in being as sharp as any blade he carried. It used to come from the urge to be the best Mandalore he could be - a deeply rooted respect for his office and making sure that the family he was charged with protecting never had to worry about their safety.
Now it was strictly for her. She was his only priority and her smile pushed him to work harder and harder.
Poe pulled him out of his focus and where once there was naked animosity - there was now a quiet respect, a recognition that they both yearned for something they shouldn’t.
“Good afternoon Sir, I beg for a moment of your time.” He was alone, Din nodded and followed him. He led them both towards the kennels, the sound of the dogs barking served as the perfect cover for any curious ears. Din took off his helmet, wanting to look Poe in the eye.
“I trust our lovely Princess has informed you of our understanding.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement of fact and Din nodded. “I understand, more than anyone, what it is like to see the person you love, standing there in all their glory while being unable to shower them with affection.”
There was a reverential tone in his voice, physically he was present there with Din - his hands reaching down to pet the princesses dog - Ruby - but his mind was somewhere else. Din knew where it was.
“I have no intentions of loving anyone in my life, as much as I love Finn and I will do anything in my power to ensure that she - that my friend - is happy in her affections as well. I trust that you and I can come to respect each other - I trust that you will understand that anything we do in public is a farce. Play-acting meant to show the people of this land that the King and Queen are united.” The dogs were barking wildly, wanting attention but the words and the intention behind them were clear as day and welcome.
“I will not lie.” Din chose his words carefully. “I have only recently stopped completely loathing you. It was an awful feeling, eels in my belly at the sight of you but it was out of fear - I feared you would take her from me.” Poe didn’t react, he nodded; he understood. “I feared you’d love her in a way that would eclipse me and I couldn’t bear the thought of it.” It was hard for him to say these things to this man. It was difficult to put into words how he’d feared him.
“Even if I had those feelings towards her, it wouldn’t matter how intense or devoted I would be - you should know you are above all others. Surely you see it, in the way she looks at you.” Poe's smile was incredulous - as if he was stating something so completely obvious and for a moment Din felt foolish. “We will do our best to keep her happy, yes?” Poe held his hand out and It happened then, a truce, a partnership - a union centered around her.
“Always.” They shook hands.
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The cramping was intense like it always was.
“Shall I bring you a hot compress your highness?” Mila watched your face scrunch up with pain and you nodded.
It was a silly thing, to be upset that the blood had come when in all actuality it was a blessing. His seed had not taken and you did not have to worry about the logistics of hiding an Ill-timed pregnancy.
If this is a blessing, why am I so sad?
Maybe it was the thought of carrying his baby, of making a life with the person you loved.
You are a romantic fool, the time for children will come soon enough.
“Thank you sweetling, this will help a great deal.” You sighed gratefully when she pressed the hot bundle to your abdomen, daydreaming about a little Din.
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The night before the wedding was a ritual unto itself, and for once in your life - you didn’t abhor the care and the tediousness that went into it.
It began with sheers.
A small trim of the hair you’d been growing out since birth - nothing drastic but it was traditional to cut off a few inches. It signified the new life you were beginning as a married woman.
Mila separated a lock for you, tired with a red ribbon and set aside. Next there was a bath - water as hot as you could stand it filled with dried flowers, milk and herbs to soften your skin.
The women in your rooms were silent but happy as they worked. All of them had watched you grow and they rejoiced in seeing you happy in your union and it made you happy, even though they were mistaken in who your smiles were for.
They added perfumed oils to the water and to your hair, to ready you for your husband.
My body is your temple Din, and I ready myself for you.
You watched as they trimmed your nails, as they rubbed sweet smelling potions onto every inch of skin within reach. When all was said and done you felt like a brand new woman.
“Now princess, you must rest so you look your best on the morrow - we will be here at first light to help you dress.” The eldest of the ladies was hanging your robe as she made her way out.
When they were gone Mila finished tidying up - leaving you to study your wedding dress. It had come in a few days prior and it was almost ready.
“Once we attach the flower - it will be perfect your highness.”
“Yes it will. Help me if you would - I’d like it to be done before I get into bed.” The two of you got to work and within a quarter of an hour it was complete.
It wasn’t long after that you were laying in bed, dreaming of your knight.
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You broke your fast the next day in your rooms, while endless hands teased and coaxed your hair into the desired shape. Your mother joined you as tradition dictated and she practically vibrated out of her chair with excitement.
“A gift for you my darling.” She slid over a small velvet-lined box. Inside were an exquisite pair of earrings, a starburst of diamonds surrounding a moonstone that would go perfectly with your dress. “They were a gift from my mother on the day of my wedding to your father. They belong with you now.” Despite her earlier hysteria - she had shifted to the warm, loving woman from your childhood and you hugged her fiercely.
“They are stunning, mother - I will wear them with pride.” You kissed her cheek before Mila helped you put them on.
“There is also a gift from your father-” She beckoned one of her maids to bring in the larger box and she set it before you. “-his would not do, you would have your own. Something more fitting to you.” She opened the box and you were almost blinded. A breathtaking crown of gold and silver intertwined together shined up at you. Smokey grey diamonds ranging in size were weaved through it elegantly.
“I am at a loss for words, he is too kind.” It seemed obscene to touch it and you closed the box. “I will wear it once I am properly dressed and she nodded in agreement.
“Come now child - it is time to get you ready for your husband.” She smiled.
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Of everything I've written this is the story that's gotten the most love and I'm so happy that you are all enjoying it so much. 🥺
Surprisingly enough - I had to cut this chapter down because if I'd added everything I had originally planned to it would have been about 16k. With that said - I'm thinking it might end up being either six or seven chapters total. Anyway - enjoy!
Din Djarin x F!Reader (Virgin reader)
Pairing: Din x F!Reader
Word Count: 8.6K 😅
Warnings: (18+ NO MINORS) Angst, pining, slow-burn, language, mentions of hunting (hawking) age-gap (about 10-11 years, legal, reader is of age), implied homophobia (as a result of the times) Yearning, jealousy, oral-f receiving / dirty talk / p i v sex (wrap it up) vaginal fingering, breast worship / nipple play
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It was difficult to sleep.
The events of the day replayed over and over in your mind, enough to make your body vibrate with the excitement of it all. Din’s touch, his mouth - it had lit a fire within you and it made you giddy that your dreams of finding someone that truly loved and desired you seemed to have been answered; or so you desperately hoped. It was a double edged sword however. Poisoned fruit.
You were the future Queen, you had a duty to your family and the kingdom and as thus, knew that you’d never be truly free to marry him. This shoved Poe to the forefront of your mind.
Why are you wooing me so persistently sir? If you so obviously love another?
The thought crossed your mind briefly, that maybe Poe's intentions were less than chivalrous but you shooed them away. This was good news. Maybe they could come to an understanding.
Your thoughts drifted back to Din, much like they always did and you smiled to yourself. You thought about what he’d done, how good it felt - how much he seemed to enjoy it and now you understood what the serving girl had meant. It was selfish of you, but it didn’t stop you from hoping he wasn’t calling on her still.
I want you all to myself my love, only me.
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Poe was quiet as he broke his fast, his squire even more so; barely meeting your eye.
“Mr. Dameron, I’m curious to know if you enjoyed yourself at the tournament. I noticed the two of you quite happy in each other’s company before I retired to my chambers.” Your mother was speaking with a sly smile, trying - in what she must have thought was a cunning way - to push you both together and you raised your eyebrows at him.
“I had a lovely time, the Princess was enchanting as always and I know we have much to discuss. Princess - would you like to go hawking with me today?” If he was worried about what you could say, he didn’t show it.
“I’d love to Poe, I imagine you’re right.” You smiled at him and ignored the way his squire worried at the hem of his doublet.
“Wonderful! Din - I have some matters to attend to in the city and I will need you with me but make sure you send some of your best with Poe and the Princess.” Your fathers voice boomed through the small room and Dins response was a tiny nod, but it was more than that; you could feel his annoyance at not being able to accompany you.
Patience my love, you have nothing to fear.
“Lovely.” You smiled to yourself, letting him catch the smile on your face.
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The air was bracing, nipping at your skin slightly as you rode out into the open grounds outside the palace. The Mandalorians sent for protection were respectful, keeping their distance as you reached the little hillside perfect for hawking.
“I think this will do nicely.” His usual smile plastered on his face as he helped you off your horse.
It was easy to spend time with Poe. Easy to laugh and chat and enjoy the time with him. You’d assumed he’d get right into the conversation you knew had to be had but he didn’t. Instead you hawked, you enjoyed the fresh air and you thought about everything that had led to this moment.
“Poe, we have something to discuss” Your words were soft, spoken to him quietly so as to keep it between the two of you.
“Yes I imagine we do.” His smile shifted then, to something softer, something honest and hopeful.
With the hawks safely back in their cages you were free to wander a bit and he offered his arm like always.
“I expect you have questions for me.” His voice was low and for the first time, you detected a slight nervousness.
“I do and I mean to cut right to the heart of it, what are your intentions with me Poe? I will hear no lies from you, speak plainly.” It wasn’t something you wanted to think about but it simply could not be helped. He seemed taken aback.
“Nothing nefarious if that is your fear Princess. I have great respect and love for you, maybe not the love a man usually has for a woman but I do consider you very important. As for truth I will give it to you freely, but I also ask for discretion, as your friend and I hope you consider me so. I am indeed in love with another, but unfortunately people are not as tolerant to the kind of love I share with this person and thus we cannot be together openly.” He had such a sadness in his voice at this admission that it struck you, he had more in common with you than he could possibly know. “I meant what I said before. We would make a good match, not in the romantic sense but in terms of bettering this land. Helping people and giving to the less fortunate. We could have a happy life, while privately - loving other people.”
He let the words linger as you came to a small stream within the woods, the sun making the bubbling water sparkle despite the chill in the air and you thought about his words. Could this truly work?
Din my love, is this how it must be for us? Marry Poe publicly, but love you privately? Will you accept this secret life?
“Your squire?” The question popped out and you had to know, he was a lovely man and it hurt to think that others would not accept them because they were men. Why should men not love each other? Surely love is better than hate and scorn.
“Yes. His name is Finn, and I love him dearly.” The words were reverent, a prayer, his name sacred.
“And is Finn content to live this secret life with you? For us to play the happy couple at court for all the world to see while he waits for you in the shadows?” Your tone was soft, your hand rested on his shoulder, the questions genuine and he nodded with a sad smile.
“It is the only way for people such as us.” He kissed the fingers on your hand and it was a friendly gesture, reassuring.
“You would be free to love in private as well Princess. Your knight need not feel threatened by me.” He smiled at the shock on your face. “It is obvious. The way you look at him, the way he tracks you. How people don’t notice is beyond me.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and for the first time it was such a comfort.
You weren’t attracted to Poe - sure he was handsome and chivalrous, well liked and influential; all the things a suitor should be on the surface. More important than all that however, Poe was a friend.
“I do love him, desperately so. I imagine I’ve loved him all my life.” You couldn’t lie to him.
“I cannot blame you, he is quite handsome and I trust he will be happy to hear that even though the situation is not ideal, he can still have you all to himself.” There was no animosity, no hint of anger or jealousy - just a quiet support and it was as though a huge weight had been lifted from your shoulders.
“I pray he is content, it is all I can offer him.” You both walked arm in arm, back towards the horses.
“Have we come to an agreement then Princess? Will you marry me?” He said it with a playful bump of his shoulder and you laughed, giddy with the excitement of it all.
“Yes Poe, I believe I will.”
—-
The King’s business took much longer than he thought, keeping them out of the palace for most of the day and he let out a satisfied sigh when it was time to make their way back. He hoped the Princess would find time to meet with him although with Poe around it was difficult. The man was constantly underfoot.
She will marry him soon, what will I do then? Foolish Knight that I am.
It was getting harder to put those thoughts to bed and he wondered, not for the first time, what would happen when the day finally came.
I will have to watch you ready yourself for him, stand outside your door as he -
He couldn’t even finish the thought.
I’ll do my duty and protect. Or die.
-
He accompanied the King to his apartments, entrusting him to other guards. He had to bathe, to eat and ready himself to take his place at the royal dinner table.
Maybe I can meet with her in the gardens tonight, maybe I could take her somewhere private -
“Greetings Sir, I’m sorry to bother you in your private time but I had to see you.” She caught him as he entered his chambers, pulling him out of his thoughts of the princess.
“Gisella, what are you doing here?” His tone was low, a little curt at having been cornered and she worried at her shift. He saw the trepidation on her face and he felt bad, it wasn’t her fault. “My apologies my lady, you caught me unawares.” He softened his tone, but he did not invite her inside.
“I did not mean to Sir, I just - I miss-” She sighed, defeated. “You have not called for me in ages, have I offended you somehow?” Her big eyes were wide with sadness and he felt unchivalrous. Just because he did not love her, didn’t excuse the way he’d ignored her.
“No sweetling. You have done no such thing. It is I who have offended you.” He bowed his head in apology and she perked up, stepping closer. “I thoroughly enjoyed our time together but I am afraid it has run its course.” Her face fell at his words, unhappy with their meaning.
“Have you grown tired of me?” Her eyes filled with unshed tears and he felt awful. When they had started their little tryst it had been fun. She was funny and pretty, willing and she knew how to handle him but when the Princess returned, he had no taste for her. He took off his helmet, letting her meet his eyes.
“I will be honest with you Gisella. I have no feelings for you, not the feelings you hoped I would. It is no reflection of you but I cannot pretend to feel what I do not. It would be unfair to both of us to keep going.” He took her hands in his, placing a gentle kiss on each to soften the blow of his words.
“Din, I don’t understand - we worked so well together. We laughed, we made love, we talked about all manner of things and I thought - hoped - that it would grow into something more. I could be a good wife Din, I could give you children and we could be happy.” She pressed herself against him, letting him feel her warmth. “You said you liked the things we did-” She ran her fingers through his hair as she spoke, her tone suggestive. “-you made me feel so good, teach me more Din. I can be better for you.” She pressed small kisses to his face, trying vainly to reach his mouth.
She was not wrong. He did enjoy her company, he enjoyed her body and her eagerness to please him but he didn’t feel about her the way he felt about the Princess, and he never would.
“Gisella, please don’t misunderstand. It is nothing you’ve done wrong-” He firmly separated her from his body. “-perhaps in another life, we would have had everything we spoke of and more, but not in this one. I am sorry. Truly.” He kissed her forehead softly, before entering his room - and closing the door.
---
Poe had agreed to postpone the announcement until you could explain what was happening to Din and for that you were grateful. It was hard to control the urge to blurt it out however, especially when you could feel his eyes on you at the dinner table.
Mila poured wine for you as your mother dropped hint after hint about what a future wedding would look like for you and you indulged her with a smile. It was genuine, but not for the reason she imagined.
You pictured getting married, the lovely gown you’d wear but the man standing in front of you wore a suit made of beskar and it was enough to steal the breath from you.
I pray you accept this secret life with me my love, it’s all I can offer you.
-
The smile was plastered all over your face as you made your way to the gardens. Your feet bringing you closer and closer to him and it takes everything in you not to lift your skirts and run like a child. Especially when you finally reach your meeting place to find him smiling, hair ruffled, dimple on display.
Your body betrayed you and you practically flung yourself into his arms. You can hear him chuckle deep in his chest at your urgency and the heady feeling at being in his arms again makes you laugh.
“Hello my love.” He breathes the words into your ear, his big hands crushing you to him and you can’t even answer, your mouth pressing against his in response.
“Hello Din.” You finally answer. “I have news to tell you, I know you will not like it but there is a silver lining.” You smile up at him but his expression falters. His brow furrows slightly at your words and you know this will be tough for him to hear.
“Tell me, what is it?” He brings his hand up to your face, the warmth of his palm is indescribably comforting on your cheek.
“Well - I have discussed my future with Poe.” You see the flash of annoyance at the mere mention of the other man and you cannot help but smile slightly. “He has asked for my hand and I have accepted.” You brought your hand up to mirror his actions but he moves away slightly.
“You have asked me here to tell me that you will marry another man, and you laugh?” His tone wasn’t angry, it was hurt and you smile again despite yourself.
You will laugh with me, my love.
“You don’t understand, we have come to an agreement.” Your smile broadened but you saw the clench in his jaw and the hurt look on his face.
“You and Poe have made an agreement about me? Am I supposed to be thankful, Princess?” His voice had turned cold and you could see that he was offended. This was not going the way you’d envisioned.
“Peace my love, allow me to explain and you will understand my meaning.” You tried to get close to him again, hoping to calm him with soft words and light touches.
“What I understand Princess, is that I have no chance with you, I never have. I am a fool and I have been dreading this since I realized how I feel towards you.” He kissed your hands despite his visible anger, quickly separating himself after. “I understand that this must be the end, unless I were to challenge Poe for your hand but even that would be in vain.”
“Din Please I-“
“My apologies Princess. I am sorry to have ever entertained this.” He gestured at the two of you. “We must stop living in this fantasy. I beg of you to forgive me but I must be alone.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your mouth, silencing any words you had for him before he promptly left you in the garden.
You walked back to your rooms in a tearful daze. How could he misinterpret this so quickly?
“Your highness, is everything alright? Are you hurt?” Mila ran to kneel in front of your place on the bed and listened intently as you explained what had transpired. “Write him a note, your highness - I will see that he gets it.” She patted your hand before helping you undress.
“Thank you sweetling, perhaps tomorrow.”
You cried yourself to sleep.
—-
It all felt like some horrid dream, strange and far away but once the fog of sleep had cleared it all came rushing back. All of the lovely parts - his kisses, his tousled hair, his smile. And all of the awful parts; his anger, his hurt, his words.
Mila could be heard moving things around in your room, picking out your clothes for the day if you had to hazard a guess and the thought of breaking your fast with Din in the room was enough to make you sick.
Her face fell when she found you still in bed a little later, staring at the sky through the gap in your curtains.
“Your highness, are you unwell? Shall I bring your meal up here to eat privately?” She sat tentatively at the edge of your bed, she knew you too well.
“Yes sweetling, that would be wonderful - I don’t think I could stand to be in that room this morning.” You couldn’t keep the sadness out of your voice, could barely keep the tears out of your eyes and everything he said just came rushing back once again.
“He will come around your highness, you must make him listen.” She patted your hand and you pulled her into bed, hugging her tight. “Everything will be okay.” She spoke low as she ran her nimble fingers through the tangle of your hair.
She would never know the comfort she gave you in that moment.
“Perhaps I could write him a note - explain that it’s not what he imagines it to be - that he has no equal in my eyes.” You looked up at her with hopeful eyes and she nodded with a smile.
“I will deliver it, but I beg of you, get out of bed and eat something.” She gave you one last squeeze before leaving to get you something to eat. In the time she was gone, you managed to write him a note - nothing too in depth but a plea to listen. To let you explain, that you loved him above all others and your spirits lifted as you read it over.
“I have brought you fresh baked bread and butter, some soft eggs and tea - nothing too heavy your highness.” She set down the tray on your little table and looked at you expectantly.
“Sit and eat with me - and then we can speak about you delivering this for me.” She nodded and sat with a smile.
--
“Where is my daughter?” They had all been waiting on her but she hadn’t come down. He was worried about her, but his pride stopped him from knocking on her door himself.
“Is she okay? It surprises me that she hasn’t joined us.” Poe’s face was the very picture of worry and it was lucky he wore the helmet, or his expression would have given him away.
“I assure you my lord, your highness, she is well. She is indisposed at the moment and begs your forgiveness. I am to fetch her something to eat.” Her handmaiden was apologetic.
“Please make sure she eats more than a few bites, it will help. Some tea as well.” The Queen spoke to the girl and she nodded as she made her way to the kitchens, she caught Dins eye before leaving however and his mood darkened further still.
Din had the nagging suspicion that this had everything to do with what had happened the night before.
You are a fool Djarin, you hurt her.
He felt terrible, like some sort of monster - a predator that had stolen a tiny part of her heart and then ripped it up in front of her face.
What am I to do? Am I to watch happily as you marry this man? Am I to hope you’ll have time for me? Maybe one night when he’s called away I can slither into your room like a thief and steal a few more kisses before he comes back? Shall I kill him for you Princess? Start a war for your love?
He sighed silently, his hands gripping his sword tight enough to turn his knuckles bone white, lost in his own thoughts.
—-
The light at this time of the day was absolutely gorgeous. Autumn was well and truly here and everything had taken a golden hue. For once, you were glad Din was not present.
“I imagine your conversation with him did not go as planned.” It wasn’t a question, he had seen the look on your face and it made no sense to lie.
“It most certainly did not.” You smiled sadly, the two of you sitting in the courtyard. Poe was reading a book borrowed from your library as you tried to occupy your thoughts with needlework but it wasn’t going as planned. Your stitches were not up to your usual standard and despite your annoyance you weren’t going to put it down until you finished. “He barely let me get the words out. I suspect I offended him.”
“How so?” He tilted his head in confusion, his attention moving from the words on the pages in front of him to look you in the eye.
“I could see that he was upset that I have accepted your proposal-” You made sure to lower your voice. “-and it made me laugh because I know he has nothing to fear - you and I have come to an agreement but he thought I was mocking him.” You could see the genuine concern on his face.
“Should I speak to him? Do you think that would help?” He placed his hand onto yours and you knew that would be a bad idea.
“No - as much as I appreciate it I don’t think that would go over well without him knowing about us.” You placed your hand onto his in thanks. “How does Finn feel about this whole situation? I meant to speak to him myself but I have been preoccupied.” You had noted that Finn wasn’t in attendance.
“We have both accepted that we cannot live life as open as we’d like - he is content to learn that you are accepting of us.” He smiled fondly at you. “We must adapt.”
“Isn’t this lovely? You two look right at home together.” There was genuine happiness in your mothers voice and you fought the urge to roll your eyes at her. She wasn’t wrong per say - but not for the reasons she imagined. Poe was a dear friend, that and nothing more.
“Your highness.” Poe made to stand but she waved him away.
“I am happy to see you getting along this way and I am hopeful that you will have good news for us soon.” For a moment you saw your mother, not as the Queen she always portrayed but the secret side to her she only ever showed you. The one who held you close when you were ill, the one who told you stories as a child. The vulnerable woman who worried about your well-being.
“Yes, I expect you will have good news soon Mother.” You smiled up at her and her face lit up, that private smile gracing you both before it was put away.
“I am very happy to hear that my darling.” She composed herself again, and then she was gone.
---
It was hard not to pace around the room, Mila had left with the note and your heart in her hands what felt like ages ago and your nerves were frayed. It felt as though your heart was in your throat, constricting your airway, pulsing in your ears and it didn’t let up. It wouldn’t let up, not until everything was as it was. It was your fate to wait until she came back.
You tried to focus on your breathing, on calming your body but it was no use.
I am practically vibrating, and it seems as though the hem on my dress is paying the price.
You watched almost outside your own body as your hands worried at the fabric, pulling and straightening, smoothing away invisible wrinkles until finally she entered the room and lifted your heart; only to smash it again. You could tell something was wrong by the worried little frown on her pretty face and you were upset to see the note still in her hands.
“He didn’t care?” The voice wasn’t your own, it was a sad creature in the grip of despair.
“Not just that your highness, he would not listen. He would not read it and would hear nothing of your reasons. Would hear nothing of your wishes to meet him tonight. I promise you I tried but he told me that he knew all he needed to know and wished to suffer no more hurt. I could hear the sadness in his voice but I couldn’t see his eyes.” She was apologetic, but there was an anger there.
“Speak truthfully, say what you will not.” You locked eyes with her and gave her a small nod, signalling that you wanted her honest opinion.
“Well, truthfully speaking your highness, I am angry. How can he be so hurt and claim to love you so but then refuse to listen? If he would stop being so proud and foolish he would know that he is the only one you want. He would know that Poe is no threat and this nonsense could end. This is unnecessary heartache and it-” Her speech faltered at the small smile on your face, her ardour touched your heart - that she could care so much about your happiness. “It’s useless your highness.” The bite had gone and she smiled back.
“You are right, sweetling. He is being dreadfully obtuse, I appreciate your sentiments and you have my love.” You kissed her cheek. “I must make him listen.”
“How will you do that, your highness?”
“With your help.” You had a plan, and it had to work.
--
Turmoil.
That was the only way he could describe his state of mind.
Her handmaiden had come with a note and just the sight of her flowing script sent him into a frenzy. He wanted no part of it, wanted to know nothing more of her accepting Poe.
He had tried to end it quickly but he had to give it to the girl, she was determined but he had made up his mind. After her various attempts of showing him the princesses words, he finally managed to send her on her way.
How had this all gone so wrong? He had been the dependable protector; The Mandalore. He was trusted to keep this family absolutely safe. How had he gone from that to this jealous, love-sick creature? Lusting and yearning after this woman, forgetting himself. He had to be better, try to get himself back to how he was.
But how can I forget about you my love? How can anyone compare? Maybe I should bury my love for you in someone else as you will undoubtedly do yourself with Poe. Although Gisella doesn’t come close, she would make a good wife - she might help me get my head out of the clouds.
He stared at his helmet, contemplating on whether or not he should go and find the girl.
---
“How do I look?” Her smile wasn’t encouraging you.
“You look completely ordinary, your highness, it’s a little strange.” She was circling you, adjusting the woollen shift, making sure the simple corset was laced right.
“That’s rather the point.” You said it goodnaturedly and she laughed, fixing your skirts before she dressed you in her simple cloak.
“No one will recognize you, you should let your hair down.” She helped you and when you looked in the mirror you understood what she meant.
“He will not know me. It’s perfect.”
You won’t get out of this so easily Din, you will listen.
“You know where to go, your highness?” She was nervous, now that it came down to it she feared you’d get caught.
“I know every inch of this place sweetling, if anyone comes I am not to be disturbed.” You kissed her cheek quickly before quickly making your way out the door.
-
I feel invisible.
No one looked too closely at you, and if when their eyes did find you it was barely a glance before they moved on to other things. You were for all intents and purposes a maiden, a servant girl.
It was utterly thrilling; a lovely reprieve from your everyday life. No one bowing, no one asking what you’d like, no Mandalorian shadow behind you keeping you safe. It was freedom - pure and simple and you cherished it all the way to his room.
He opened the door in a huff and almost didn’t recognize you at first.
“Princess? What are you doing here? Why are you dressed like that?” He was more confused than anything at first. The shock of you standing there in Milas clothing and if you hadn’t been so angry at him, you would have laughed.
“So you do remember me.” It wasn’t a question, and you let him take it in before you pushed your way through to his humble apartments. For once in all the time you’d known him, he didn’t know what to do. He was at a loss but his mind quickly recovered and you saw the panic, the reality of the situation set in and you waited for him to ask you to leave. He didn’t disappoint.
“Princess, you cannot be here. If you are discovered - it would be bad.” He left it there as he stood by the door. You made no move to obey him.
“No. I have had enough of this. You will listen to me Din Djarin - I am tired of you not listening to me.” You crossed your arms over your chest and his frown deepened.
“We cannot do this -”
“Oh yes we can, and we will, now I command you to listen to me. As your Princess, as your future Queen -” You softened slightly. “As your love, I need you to listen to me.” You stood your ground and he wilted slightly, yielding with a defeated sigh.
You took the moment to look around. The soft light of the moon was shining through a modest window, aided by a few candles. It was sparse, filled with only the essentials. His bed, large and soft, no doubt filled with down and you noticed that there was no canopy.
He rises with the sun.
He had a small table, chairs and more books than you ever would have thought. It made you smile to think of him here, reading the histories of other Mandalorians that had served. Learning from the Mandalores which came before him.
“What would you have of me Princess. I am listening.” He seemed chastened, docile. He walked over to the small table and sat, ready to finally hear your words and you took in his appearance. A loose-fitting white tunic and simple dark brown woollen breeches - not in all of the time you’ve known him have you ever seen him looking so comfortable, so soft and unguarded.
“It is unchivalrous of you to treat me this way Sir. I am not someone to be ignored, least of all by you. If you had bothered to wait until I explained you would have known that I am yours. Now and always. Maybe not the way I would have wanted, but you have nothing to fear, from any man.” You approached him where he sat and kept the smile to yourself at the shame on his face. “If you would have bothered to listen to me my love, you would have learned that Poe does not desire me. Not in the same way you do.”
“I don’t understand.” He asked softly, that crease reappearing between his brows, the confusion evident. “If he doesn’t desire you, why is he courting you so aggressively?”
“Poe is in love. He is in love with someone that, much like you and I - he cannot be with openly.” You gave in to the temptation and ran your fingers through his hair softly as you spoke. Despite the annoyance you felt, you had to touch him. “He is committed to this person, and our marriage would be a means to use his power and influence to help the kingdom. It would also be an end to questions about his lack of a wife. A chance to be happy, without judgement.” He leaned in to your touch, his eyes closed and you knew that his time brushing you aside was as painful for him as it was for you.
“Who is this person? Why can he not be with her openly?” He took your hand in his, kissing your palm.
“Him. He cannot be with him openly. Not everyone is accepting of their love and although it makes no difference to me I understand his need to keep it a secret.” He seemed slightly shocked.
“I see, and he has no problem with your marriage to him being a farce? He knows about us?” He held your hand in his, unable - or perhaps unwilling to let you go.
“It wouldn’t just be a farce Din, he is my friend. We would have a lovely friendship, companionship - nothing more. He does know about us and he wanted me to assure you that he is just a friend and that anything that happens between us that vaguely even resembles romance - it is just an act. Do you see now why I couldn’t help but laugh?” Your anger had evaporated, dust blowing in the wind while being able to be so close to him.
“I have behaved shamefully my love, I pray you’ll forgive me.” His voice was pained, embarrassed. “There isn’t anything I can say other than I am sorry.” He pulled you close, his arms wrapping around your waist - his face pressed into your belly.
“You must make it up to me.” You smoothed the lines in his face with your thumbs as you spoke, as if you could take them away. “I want to be with you, I want to lay with you.” He pressed kisses to your sternum.
His head shot up and you saw the realization hit him.
“Now? Here?” His eyes flashed over to his bed. “This space is not worthy of you.”
You could see him evaluating his rooms, the size of his bed - the sparseness. None of it mattered to you. He was all you cared about.
“I don’t care, I just want you.” You pulled him up off the chair, guiding him slowly over to where you wanted him. “Take me to your bed.” You pressed your mouth to the tawny skin of his neck and you couldn’t help but taste his skin. “Do you not desire me?” You spoke softly, noting with delight how his breath hitched when you bit his shoulder through the fabric of his tunic.
“Of course I do Princess, let me show you just how much.” He lifted you onto his bed. “I want you to see what I think about.” You could see his manhood rising - a slight tenting in his breeches, it made you ache.
Finally - I will know you as a woman knows her husband.
You felt the heat crawling up your chest, felt it in your ears and you thought about what he’d done to you in the alcove.
“Din?” A tiny bit of hesitation coloured your voice and he looked up. “The thing you did in the alcove - with your mouth.” He smiled slightly as he undid the laces of your corset slowly - unwrapping you like a present.
“Yes my love? Ask me.” He knew. He knew and he wanted you to ask him. His hands slowed, molasses slow as he pulled your hose and undergarments off - leaving you in just your woollen shift.
“Yes. Could you do that again?” The urge to cover your face was immense but you fought against it to keep your eyes on him.
“You want me to eat your pretty little cunt again my love?” He smiled slyly, his big warm hands rubbing at the sensitive skin of your thighs as he watched you. He laughed low at the gasp and it all made your arousal flow - made it drip out of your womanhood and onto his linens. You nodded, leaning back on your forearms, biting your lip in nervous excitement. “Do you have even the vaguest notion of how good you taste? Of how much I relished the smell of you? The feel of you flooding my mouth with your pleasure?” You watched him speak in awe, your nipples pebbling at his words and the fervour in his voice.
He pulled his tunic off and you noticed the scars on his torso, proof of the battles he’d won, of the hard work he’d put in to be who he was today and it was lovely. The sacred map of your heart made flesh in another person. He let you drink your fill of him as he stood, undressing fully and your eyes widened. There was a light dusting of hair on his belly leading down to a patch of dark curls at the base of his sex; it was at full-mast.
Dark red and thick and your thighs trembled at the knowledge that he’d be inside you.
“Are you afraid of me Princess?” He tilted his head to bring your attention back up to his eyes and you knew he could see the nerves on your face.
“I am nervous, not afraid - but I know you will be gentle with me.” You leaned up and took off the last article of clothing standing in the way between you and you swore you saw his manhood twitch.
“I will be whatever you desire, forever.” He crawled towards you and you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his manhood on your hip as he lay on top of you and you half expected him to get right into it but he smiled, fully in control of himself despite the state of him. “I am going to take my time with you Princess, you will cry out in pleasure many times before my cock goes anywhere near you.” He kissed you then, hard enough to bruise and you felt yourself clench.
“What will you do to me Din?” You ran your hands down his back as he kissed your neck, feeling more raised spots, more scars and you traced them idly.
“First-” He moved down to your breasts. “-I want you to be so wet you can hardly stand it. I want to find what you like - see what feels good.” His tongue poked out then, laving softly at one pert nipple and then the other. A little moan escaped your mouth then and you were enraptured - it was almost magic, how he could pull it out of you. He continued, smiling into your skin as he worshipped your body. His mouth a steady suck at your nipple and you couldn’t help but stare at him in open-mouthed silence. “Good?” He watched you nod as he showed the other the same attention.
“Really good Din.” You ran your fingers through his hair but it turned into clutching him to your breast when he bit you softly. “Oh- that was, that felt really good.” It had made you gasp slightly, the little shock of pain ramping up the pleasure and he did it again.
Again and again, he switched between the two and then you felt his fingers at the apex of your thighs. He moaned at the slick pooled at your entrance, pulling away threads of you to taste.
“I want you like this first, with my fingers and my mouth at your nipples.” He rubbed at the pearl of you and it was almost shocking how fast you seized up, your opening fluttering around nothing. Your lip raw in your mouth from trying not to scream and he smiled when he pulled away. “I think you’re ready for one.” He slid one thick finger inside and it was strange but not unpleasant. “Too much?” He watched your face for any signs of pain.
“No, it doesn’t hurt, just feels strange.” He rubbed at the bundle of nerves and it shifted. “Th-that helps.” You moaned out the words, the little circles from his thumb lifting you up again and he smiled. Kissing you as he continued his onslaught.
“Let's try one more finger.” He kissed you softly and you felt the stretch then, there was a little burn but it didn’t last, and when he curled them inside you there was a delicious pressure that made you moan into his mouth. “Yes - there it is.” He kissed you again, moving down to bite at your nipple again and it only took a few seconds before you were soaring; falling.
“Good girl.” He kissed you again before pulling his fingers out and shoving them in his mouth greedily.
You felt wetness, his sex leaking fat pearly drops of arousal onto your skin and you wanted for all the world to explore him as he was exploring you. You moved to touch him but he stopped you.
“Wait Princess - believe me there is nothing I want more, but I want this to be about you.” He kissed your palm before bringing it back to his neck. “Now, I want you to flood my mouth once more.” He smiled as he moved down your body, taking the time to lick at your nipples again. He seemed to want to kiss every inch of you. Your ribs, the soft skin of your belly, your hips - the soaked curls on your mound.
He spread your thighs, making space for the breadth of him between your legs and it looked to you as though he was drunk on the smell of you. The intensity of his gaze was enough to make you want to close them but he dove in, parting you with his tongue. Ripping away all thoughts of stopping him.
“God Din - that feels - that feels so good.” You leaned onto your forearms again, needing to watch him and the flutter of his lashes, the sight of the flesh of your thighs spilling through his fingers - it all made the arousal flow right where he wanted it; into his mouth.
His big hands moved underneath you - to the meat of your ass, pulling you closer to his mouth. He ate you like a man starved, stoking the fire burning in your veins. His tongue was probing into you, gliding up to circle around the pert little button of your pleasure and it almost maddening how fast he could make you fall apart.
“Is this what you wanted my love?” He kissed your sex the same way he kissed your mouth as he spoke and you nodded quickly, wanting him to get back to what he was doing. “Tell me - tell me how good it feels.” He watched you, making a show of spearing into you with those long fingers.
“Oh- yes, yes Din it feels so good, please give me your tongue again. I’m so close.” His mouth was sucking your little bundle of nerves, making the last few words a breathy moan. He worked in tandem, fingers curled inside you as his tongue glided and glided and glided until the coil snapped and the wave of pleasure radiated out from your core. Down to the tips of your fingers and toes, your breasts.
“Din please - stop, I can’t.” You tried to push him away as you lay there, boneless.
Your ears were pounding and it called to mind that feeling when you were a child, when you’d run as fast as you could. The wind in your face, your blood pumping in your ears - your feet carrying you as fast as you could until someone stopped you or until you simply couldn’t run another step.
How do you do this? How do you make me feel this way?
He couldn’t help but kiss his way back up and you felt the dampness on your skin wherever he touched you, a little trail of your arousal like a map leading to some great treasure.
“It fills my heart with joy to see you like this. Naked and satiated on my bed, happy - mine.” He kissed you softly now, his tender heart in your hands and you vowed to yourself then silently to keep it safe. To protect this part of him, lock it away.
“I am ready now my love.” You pulled him into the space between your legs. “I want to see you fall apart now.” He hissed when you touched him softly, the skin of his cock surprisingly velvety.
“I will go slow, open wider for me.” He lifted your legs high onto his hips and you watched as he fed himself into you, worked his cock into you slowly.
You were wet, as wet as you’ve ever been in your life and yet - it was a stretch. There was a burn, a pinch of pain but it was nothing compared to what you’d been led to believe and he took his time. Your comfort was his only concern despite the look of pain on his face. You looked up to see his eyes, watching where you were joined. There was sweat on his brow, a tremor in his arms where he held himself up, his thighs pressed up against the backs of your legs. He was holding himself back.
“You’re doing so good, taking me so well, just a little more.” When he was fully sheathed inside you he groaned; a low rumble deep in his chest. It was an intense feeling of fullness, a burn that wasn’t completely unpleasant, but not pleasurable. “Gods above, you’re squeezing me so tight - feel so good. Am I hurting you?” His hair was matted to his face and he looked to you then for all intents and purposes like an angel.
“No - it’s a lot, I feel full.” You brought your hands up to his shoulders, grounding yourself with his body and he couldn’t help but moan at your words.
“Once you become accustomed it will feel better. Reach down, feel yourself spread around my cock.” He took your hand and brought it down to feel and you gasped. Never had you ever felt this wanton, this beautiful. He took your hand and urged you to touch yourself while he was inside you. “Show me how you do it to yourself.”
He lowered his head, his tongue obscene in your mouth and you obeyed, half believing you wouldn’t be able to do it again but you did. He added another layer of pleasure and when he slowly started moving, in and out you felt yourself bearing down again.
Another wave of slick leaked out of you, making his thrusts loud, it felt good - it felt right.
“A little more Din, a little faster, a little harder - please.” You tightened your legs around his waist, your fingers sped up and when he obliged you heard the wet suck of your cunt - no part of you wanted to let him go.
“You hear that? Hear how wet I make you? You hear me fucking you Princess?” He was letting go, his movements frantic and rough but so so good. You could feel the sweat on his lower back, the strength and stamina translating into the bedroom perfectly and when he lowered his head to capture your nipple in his mouth you clenched around him, screaming louder than you meant to as you drenched him in you.
“Oh god - I’m close - where? Where?” He was in a frenzy now and a madness took over you, you locked your ankles on his lower back and kept him inside. You felt him twitch, felt him empty himself inside you and once he was done he collapsed onto you. His full weight was overwhelming as well as completely addictive.
you rubbed at his back, soothing the tense muscles there while he caught his breath.
“Princess, I should not have finished inside, what if you- what if my seed takes?” He pulled out with a hiss and lay beside you. His body was completely relaxed but his face was a mask of worry.
“Then I will have a child with the love of my life. What could be wrong with that?” You kissed him softly and despite his fear, he smiled.
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Your eyes were heavy.
You had settled on your stomach, naked and unselfconscious while he lay next to you on his side. He was running his hand down your back, content to stroke your skin, from the top of your shoulder down to the swell of your ass.
His warmth practically lulling you to sleep and it was hard to recall a time where you’d ever felt this comfortable. He watched himself touching you, soft and slow, thorough. His lips pressed against your shoulder every few minutes; almost as though he kept remembering he could.
“I hate to trouble you right now, when you are so lovely and replete but what happens now?” He pressed himself closer still.
“Hm? What do you mean?” Your eyelids were so heavy and his touch was so soothing, it was hard to keep up.
“My love, as much as it pains me to say it, you cannot stay here.” Another soft kiss to your shoulder. Another caress of his hand. “I must get you back to your rooms, and we must discuss what happens next. You, Poe and I. How are we to make this work? Will I sneak into your bed every night?” His voice wasn’t helping. It was so low and it reverberated through your bones, a lullaby in itself.
“Whatever works, I don’t care where we sleep, so long as you are with me. Once Poe and I are married we will find a way to be together privately. I suppose I must announce it now-“ A big yawn escaped you and he sighed. The end of your night together had come. “-Gods above Din I don’t want to leave.”
“I know, I don’t want you to either - but I imagine your handmaiden is sick with worry and things must appear normal.” He placed a kiss onto your temple before getting up.
He gathered your things and you studied his body once more, so many scars, so many marks and freckles.
I will memorize every single one.
He pulled his breeches on before helping you dress.
“Helping you dress is not nearly as enjoyable as helping you undress.” A little smile played on his lips and you slapped his shoulder playfully. Much too soon though, the moment was gone, and reality set in. “Be safe my love.” He couldn’t help but lick into your mouth before sending you off into the dark hallway.
“I love you.” You spoke the words into his mouth.
“And I love you, desperately.” With that - you were gone.
I am so grateful at the response I've received for this fic - I have read every comment with hearts in my eyes.
I feel like the end of this will be quite surprising (Just for future chapters, this isn't the end!) so I hope you like the direction it'll go in.
Din Djarin x F!Reader (Virgin reader)
Pairing: Din x F!Reader
Word Count: 5K
Warnings: (18+ NO MINORS) Angst, pining, slow-burn, implied arranged marriage, talk of sexual acts, language, age-gap (about 10-11 years, legal, reader is of age) Yearning, jealousy, male & female masturbation (slightly possessive)
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Masterlist Series Masterlist Part 3
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Mr. Dameron didn’t stray too far from you as the night progressed.
He didn’t crowd you, but he hovered close enough to let you know he was there. That he was waiting for you.
Other men asked you to dance. They made conversation and flattered you, trying to get in your good graces, desperate attempts to woo you; but It was all useless. What with trying to catch Din’s eye and Mr. Dameron's piercing stare there was no room for anything else.
“How are you enjoying your night, your highness?” Mila asked tentatively, she was intuitive and you knew she could see the stress on your face as she poured you a glass of wine.
“It’s going well-” You smiled at her, placing your hand on hers to reassure her. “-just a little much, thank you sweetling.” You spoke the words to her, made the appropriate expressions but it was still a lot.
Your parents watchful eye, the heat from the candlelight illuminating every corner of the great hall. Even the dress seemed to be suffocating you.
I need a breath of fresh air.
“Princess, are you alright?” Din’s voice made you shiver, coming from behind you. Your thoughts must have been plastered all over your face to pull him from his usual place behind the throne.
“Yes Sir, just a bit overwhelmed.” You smiled at him, turning to find the place in the helmet where his eyes would be. “I believe I’ll step outside for a moment. Gather myself.” You moved to step out into the gardens and he moved to follow.
“I will accompany you.” He held out his arm and you took it, knowing there was no point in denying him.
The garden was so lovely. There were lanterns lighting the path outside. The smell of jasmine and gardenia and all of the other night-blooming flowers was heavy in the air and you could see them shining under the light of the full moon.
Your arm in his felt so right, so strong and comforting as he guided you further and further into the garden. At first you were confused but as the noises of the gathering got quieter and quieter you realized he was trying to give you peace and you were eternally thankful.
“Thank you Sir, I really needed this.” You held onto him despite the fact that you’d both stopped and he seemed tense. The kiss replayed over and over in your mind and you imagined he was thinking of it as well.
“Princess-” He turned to you, pulling his helmet off as he faced you. “You are a vision tonight. Truly beautiful, like always.” He was looking at you with a strange intensity.
“Thank you Sir. You look very handsome too, as always.” You smiled at him, watching as your hand came up almost of its own volition to gently ruffle the hair matted to his forehead.
It was exciting to have this private little moment with him but it was not to last.
“There you are Princess, I was hoping to steal you away from the crowd - seems your knight has made it easier for me.” Mr. Dameron was striding towards the two of you, his squire in tow. You felt Din tense up and you lowered your hand as he quickly put the helmet back on. It shamed you slightly at how your heart soared to hear him refer to Din as ‘your knight’ - you tucked the thought away.
“Yes, here I am.” You responded in mock happiness.
“Would you be so kind as to walk with me? Accompanied of course.” He looked over at Din as he held his arm out to you and you sighed quietly as you accepted it. “I know I’ve already told you, but you are lovely. The moonlight adorns you.” He spoke as he led you through the grounds.
Din and and the squire following slightly behind the both of you and it was as if you could almost feel him - a wave of nervous energy shadowing you both.
“Thank you Sir, you flatter me.” You let him guide you towards the fountains in the middle of the gardens
“I am honest, to a fault some would say.” He laughed, plucking a flower from a large bush and putting it into the crown sitting on your head. “Perfect.” He smiled as he stared down at you.
“I want to exercise that honesty now Princess. My plans with you are simple, to join our houses in marriage. I know there are a lot of young men in there right now planning on how to win your hand for reasons of money, or power - political matches or what have you. They don’t worry me, nor do they threaten me. I believe you’ll come to see that we are a perfect match.” He lifted your hand and pressed his lips to the back of it.
You worried for a moment that he would be bolder than you were comfortable with and apparently so did Din because you saw him shift slowly towards you, ready to step in at any sign of impropriety but it was unnecessary.
Mr. Dameron was a gentleman, letting your hand go to wait for your response.
“I thank you for your honesty, I trust you won’t be surprised to hear that I’m not impressed.” You decided to be just as truthful in your answer. He laughed, unperturbed.
“Of course not, I would be quite upset if you were to believe me so readily. I plan on proving myself.” He offered his arm again to lead you back. “I understand that I won’t be the only one promising you the world.” You thought you heard Din scoff but you couldn’t be sure.
“I suppose this is when you try to convince me that you are the only man here truly worthy of me?” You said the words playfully, but there was truth in them nonetheless.
“Oh no Princess, far from it. I believe a lot of men here are far more worthy of you than me, but what I can promise is no one here will fight harder.” He winked at you as he led you back inside, towards the King and you had to admit - he was very charming.
“Your highness-” He bowed to him and your father smiled, happy to see you on his arm.
“Poe Dameron! It pleases me greatly to see you here my boy.” Your father wasn’t making his approval of the idea of this union very subtle. He was smiling, happy to bask in your fathers attention.
“I am happy to be here, your highness; excited to have the chance to prove myself to your lovely daughter. I trust before the month is out, we will have very happy news to share.” He bowed again, leaving your father laughing as he led you back out for his final dance.
“You are quite confident I’ll pick you in the end.” You spoke as he held you close. You could see the resigned look on the faces of the other suitors in the great hall. Imagining they didn’t have a chance now that Poe had staked his claim. They were only half-right. They never stood a chance, but it had nothing to do with Poe.
“I am. I believe that you’ll come to see that we make sense, we could accomplish so much - make this place truly great. the two of us together could do so much good; we could help those that aren’t as fortunate.” He spoke with an optimism that was almost endearing and it pulled a genuine smile out of you. “You look even lovelier when the smile is honest. Your eyes light up.” He said the words not unkindly and you were taken aback. He laughed - happy despite the implications.
“I can always tell when a woman is humouring me for the sake of courtesy, I must be doing something right however if I managed to get a real smile. I hope that before long, you will gift me with many more.” The dance ended then, and he was less obvious about the kiss to your fingers. This too had an air of honesty, done because he wanted to and not as an obvious show of his intentions.
“And I can see that I have managed to extract genuine affection from you Mr. Dameron.” He smiled, brilliant white teeth on display as he led you over to the royal dais. Leaving you with nothing but a smirk as his squire led him out of the great hall.
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His knuckles were bone-white from gripping his great-sword. He thought he was prepared - this had been in the works for weeks but it hit him hard all the same. She was jewel-bright in her fresh-faced beauty. Young and full of life, radiant as the sun and everyone flocked to her; he hated it.
He hated the confidence with which this man approached her. Hated the thoughts he could see plainly on his face as he boldly devoured her with his eyes.
Gisela found him as she poured for the King, recognizing him despite the suit and giving him a shy smile - hoping no doubt, that he’d call on her tonight. Perhaps he should - but his feelings for the Princess poisoned him for Gisela and the look on her face compounded the fact that this would be cruel. He didn’t want to lie to the girl. Better to cut it off now - before any more damage could be done.
He watched the Princess as she gave Dameron a blinding smile and his blood ran cold. A dark, unexplored part of his mind ran rampant, urging him to pull her away. Hide her like a dragon would hide a hoard of gold and he shook himself out of it.
What is wrong with you? She doesn’t belong to you - no matter how bad you want her.
He had to keep reminding himself of this, had to shut down those dark thoughts of ripping her dress off, of burying himself in her body - molding her to accept only him. Try as he might, however the thoughts wouldn’t stop. He was going to do something he’d regret, and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.
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The halls were quiet as you made your way to your rooms, Mila had gone ahead of you to light the fire in the hearth and you were happy to have a few minutes to yourself.
“Princess.” His voice sounded just ahead of you down the hallway that led towards the kitchens. He stepped out and your stomach lurched to see him there, waiting for you.
“Yes - are you here to accompany me?” You walked closer, reaching the mouth of the hallway where he stood.
“I wanted to give you something, a gift of sorts.” He stepped closer, his hand outstretched towards you and you smiled wide, taking it.
“What gift do you have for me Sir?” You were giddy with excitement as he led you back the way you came, towards the gardens.
“It’s not something you can hold.” He led you deep into the garden, where the high flower bushes and shrubbery hid you both away from prying eyes.
He turned to you as he took off the helmet and placed it reverently beside you on the ground. He then took off the gloves and It thrilled you, his hand were large and strong, surprisingly soft as they touched your bare shoulder.
You swallowed the lump in your throat as he brought himself closer to you, making you crane your neck up to meet his eyes. They were so dark, inky black with the moon floating in them.
“You said before, when we went on that ride - that I was your first kiss.” He stepped closer, making your heart race. “Seems I was unprepared and it pains me for you to remember that as your first. I’d like to correct that now with your permission. May I kiss you Princess?” He was close now - his mouth inches from yours and you nodded breathlessly.
It was exceedingly soft, at first. His lips brushed against yours as he brought his hands up to cradle your face. You braced your palms on his chest and the kiss was quick; chaste and sweet and when he pulled away he spoke into your mouth.
“That was innocent.” He breathed the words against your lips, pressing another soft, quick kiss to them. “Can I kiss you like I want to?” He watched your mouth and smiled slightly when you gave him a soft yes.
“I’m going to open my mouth slightly and trap your bottom lip between mine, like this.” He showed you, opening his mouth slowly to deepen the kiss and it made your heart race.
“That’s good, you’re doing really well, my lovely one.” He repeated the action, pulling a little whimper out of your mouth. “Now, I’m going to do it again - and when I do, I’m going to use my tongue. Would you like that?” He waited, one hand leaving your face to glide down to your waist, pressing you closer - against the cool beskar covering his body.
“Yes, tell me what to do.” There was an ache between your thighs that almost hurt and you felt the current of your excitement in your breasts; wherever his hands were on your body. Your lips tingled, waiting for him to kiss you again.
“You’re going to press your tongue against mine. I’ll start slow, follow my lead.” He waited for you to nod and when you did he began, a combination of everything put together. First it was the chaste kiss, pressing his mouth against yours softly then he opened his mouth slightly. Trapping your bottom lip, then your top one, letting you get used to the feeling of it before slipping his tongue into your mouth.
You followed his lead, tentatively opening your mouth wider to press your tongue against his and he responded with a groan. His hand tightening around your waist as you learned the rhythm. Your hands move of their own accord and you tangle them in his hair, pressing yourself closer still as he becomes a little more forceful, his tongue licking into your mouth with more confidence.
His mouth slanted, licking deeper - fitting together like the missing pieces of a puzzle. His kisses were lighting a fire in your belly and you never knew anyone could excite you this way.
Too soon however, he pulled away. Placing a couple more kisses on your face, one last one on your forehead. He said nothing after, picking his helmet back up and putting it on before he led you back towards your room. You followed him in a daze, your lips and nipples tingling - a familiar dampness soaking your undergarments and when you reached your room the mood had shifted. From an excited happiness, to a sad realization that the night must indeed end.
“I wish you the happiest of name-days Princess.” His voice was a velvet rasp as he opened your door for you, guiding you inside and closing it before you could respond.
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You could still feel it when you got undressed, slipping into your bed quietly and closing the curtains around it to hide from Mila, not wanting her to see you.
You saw the dampness on your undergarments and yet when you tentatively dipped your fingers between your thighs it shocked you. The slick practically dripped out and you couldn’t help but explore, feel the slippery glide of your fingers between your folds until you found the bundle of nerves that begged for attention.
Careful to keep your mouth shut, you spread your legs wider, looking for the rhythm that would help relieve the ache he’d caused you and when you found it you had to bite your lip to keep from whimpering.
I wish you could kiss me now Din, I wish you could touch me like this.
The thoughts came unbidden and the pleasure was building, bringing you closer and closer to the edge of an abyss you were desperate to dive into. Your other hand pinched at your nipple and it was pure bliss, that dark pit swallowing you whole as your body stiffened for a moment, his name whispered in the dark between panting breaths.
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He felt her lips on his as he stroked himself. Felt her enthusiasm for his kiss as the angry red tip of his cock wept pearly tears of precum. Felt her delicate fingers threading through his hair as he moaned, twisting his wrist just right. She had tasted so sweet and his mind conjured up the image of her pink little tongue on his cock, her pretty lips stretched around him as he thrust into it - down her throat.
A moan escaped him and his mind was racing, giving him glimpses of what he thought it might be like to spread her pretty thighs, to find her wet and aching for his tongue and it was too much, he spilled all over his stomach with her name in his mouth.
His cock had never been so hard, it reminded him of when he was transitioning into adulthood. Brought forth memories of the nights he’d wake up covered in his own seed and it shamed him to imagine her when he rut into his hand like an animal.
It couldn’t be helped though, her mouth - her tongue had lit a fire in his loins and he’d practically run back to his rooms to relieve himself. He pushed away the guilty feeling, letting himself imagine all of the filthy things he’d do to her if she let him, at least for tonight.
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You hoped to get another minute alone with Din after the celebration but it seemed as though everything and everyone was conspiring against you. Your father had taken Din with him as he travelled to a far region of the Kingdom, your knight accompanying him to keep him safe as he fulfilled his royal duties.
It was miserable.
Your eyes kept roving and it was as if you expected to see him in his usual place, but your eyes never found him there. You knew this and yet you couldn’t stop the sadness from creeping in every time the space was devoid of him.
He will be back soon.
Your mind repeated the words over and over like a prayer, hoping the emptiness you felt at his absence wouldn’t show on your features and for the most part no one could tell. Your mother and father usually wore masks at every second, prim and proper; regal always.
Mila wasn’t fooled however, you felt her lingering stares, felt her hand settle on top of yours when you were lost in thoughts of him. Her eyes were sharp, her mind quick.
“Your highness, are you well?” The question finally came from her a few days later, as she helped you dress for the day. The placating response was on the tip of your tongue, the usual - yes of course in response to her worry but it wasn’t in you to lie. Her eyes found yours in your silver looking glass and she surprised you again.
“You miss him.” She didn’t ask and the shock was plain on your face. “I’ve seen the way you look at him, you’ve been looking for him since he left.” She gave you a sad smile and you wondered briefly if anyone else knew.
“Yes. I miss him terribly.” There was a furrow in your brow, worried now at the thought of your feelings being known. “I would ask you not to tell anyone sweetling.” You gave her a serious look and she nodded smiling.
“Of course not your highness, it will stay between us.” She was tightening the laces of your corset as another serving girl knocked on the door, there was a visitor for you.
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He was standing in the large receiving room when you arrived, just beside the large window with his squire in tow.
“Mr. Dameron,” His face broke into a big warm smile as he turned to face you, and you couldn’t help but reciprocate. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” You asked as he bowed, kissing your hand before he stood at his full height.
“Princess, you look lovely as ever.” He was looking you over as spoke. “I have brought you a gift. I would ask that you accompany me outside.” He held out his arm to you.
“A gift?” You took his arm, tilting your head up at him and you couldn’t help but smirk. “I pray you aren’t trying to buy my affection, I would be very disappointed if you were.” He laughed, he was in good spirits and you could tell he was excited to present you with whatever it was he had brought.
Poe, if you brought me jewels I’ll be very upset.
“Well, I am of the firm belief that everyone likes gifts-” He led you out to where there was a wooden box with a big red bow. Far too large to be jewels and your curiosity was piqued. “-I think you will be happy with what I’ve brought.” He led you to the crate, pausing for a moment before opening it up.
You squealed indignantly at the little face that greeted you - it was an energetic puppy which stood up on its hind legs, begging you to let it out and you wasted no time in picking it up.
“Poe! Who is this gorgeous little creature?” All decorum was forgotten when it licked at your cheek.
“I thought I’d leave the naming to you Princess, one of my favourite dogs had a litter and I thought you must have one. It’s a girl.” He reached over as you cradled her little body close to your chest and scratched behind her ear.” He was smiling at you, genuine delight and a touch of smugness in his eyes.
“Oh but you are a beauty!” You couldn’t help but coo at her and you felt her wriggling with excitement. Her fur was so soft, white in colour and you couldn’t help but fall in love with her instantly.
“I’m not sure if you’re familiar with the breed but I believe they call them golden retrievers, she happens to be on the blonder side.” He spoke in a low voice as you smiled broadly, biting your lip as possible names raced through your mind.
“Thank you Poe- Mr. Dameron.” In your delight, you’d called him by his first name but he held his hands up, placating.
“Please, I am happy to hear you call me by my name, I would ask you to call me Poe always.” He inclined his head a fraction and your smile returned.
“Thank you Poe - this is a lovely gift. I am already in love with her.” You put her down on the ground and she ran around, playing in the grass. “I must confess, I was afraid you had brought me jewels, it would have disappointed me greatly.” You laughed as the puppy bit at the fabric of your dress, moving from you to him.
“I know better than to try to tempt you with trinkets.” He crouched down to play with the dog - she was a happy little thing. “I know that if I were to show up here with diamonds or rubies that you’d never see me as a potential suitor.” He was smiling up at you as the dog playfully bit at his fingers.
“This puppy is better than all that-” You smiled, kneeling down to stroke her fur. “Calling her Ruby seems appropriate. My little gem.”
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It was hard for him not to race back to the castle once he saw it in the horizon early on the morning they were heading back. At the pace they were travelling they would reach it by mid-day; it may as well take a fortnight.
He had wanted a moment with her after, whether it was to kiss her again or to tell her it could go no further he’ll never know, all he could say for sure was that he had missed her with every fibre of his being. The King had summoned him early the next day however, giving him no chance to see her or to say goodbye.
He missed seeing her each day, missed the smell of her hair when she’d hold onto his arm.
He missed the taste of her tongue.
His gloved hand kept returning to the hidden pocket at his waist for the small gift he’d found for her, it wasn’t much but he was itching to give it to her. He just hoped she’d be happy to see him.
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He rushed to clean himself off, to bathe the sweat and grime from the weeks-long trip across the country; wanted her to see him clean and presentable.
He heard her laughing, a tinkling sound coming from the gardens and he had to stop himself from running. She was sitting at a table in the gardens drinking tea, a radiant patch of sun shining her light on all within her company but she wasn’t alone. Her hand-maiden was there, along with guards, and Poe Dameron. He stopped in his tracks momentarily until Poe noticed him.
“Ah, look Princess, your knight has returned.” He was smiling as he caught sight of him and he had no choice but to continue his way towards them. A small white dog came bounding towards him, a red ribbon tied around its neck. His princess stood with a smile and made her way over to him and the look on her face almost knocked him off his feet.
“Hello Sir, I’m so happy to have you back.” She spoke low as she bent down to pick up the dog.
“Hello Princess, I am happy to be back but it seems you are busy.” He tried to keep the jealous tone out of his words but her eyebrows raised at him and she smiled.
“Princess- I have kept you long enough. I believe your father will want to visit with you after being away for so long. I trust I am leaving you in very capable hands-” He kissed the back of her hand before softly petting the dog in her arms, turning to Din after and inclining his head.”-Sir.” He nodded at Din before making his way out.
“Who’s this?” Din asked even though he could guess.
“This is Ruby, isn’t she a darling? Poe gave her to me.” The dog was happily licking at her cheek, an energetic little thing.
“I see.” He couldn’t say more, the guards were all around and her handmaiden was watching them. Suddenly, the small gift he’d been so eager to present her with seemed tawdry and insignificant. She put the dog down and smiled up at him, sensing his mood despite the helmet.
“Din, you have no notion of how much I have missed you-” She captured his arm and urged him to escort her inside the castle. Her handmaiden picked up the dog and followed without a word. “-Meet me in the garden tonight. I wish to greet you properly.” His heart soared, and fell all at once - was this to be their future? Were all of their conversations to be held in private while she entertained Poe in the open?
“Yes Princess.” He couldn’t deny her, even though he should.
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You found him standing in the same place as before and seeing his armour glinting in the dark almost made the long hours between Poe’s departure and now worth it; especially as he turned to you with his helmet in his hands.
You made your way over to him quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck to feel his warmth against you and it was as though you melted. He seemed a little tense at first but he responded in kind after a moment, his helmet thumping in the grass at your feet. You felt him clutching at something.
“It might not be much, but I have brought you a present.” He spoke low, and reluctantly you pulled away.
You looked down to his open palm between you and it was a small metal flower. A simple thing, and he seemed almost embarrassed by it but it was lovely.
“It’s made of the same metal as my armour, beskar - I know it’s not much-” He held it out to you and you took it from him. “-but I thought you might like a flower that will last forever.”
The thought that he put into this gift almost brought a tear to your eye. It was so simple, so elegant - and best of all, it was as he he'd given you a part of himself. A little piece of him to hold onto, wherever you went.
“I will treasure it always- it is a lovely, thoughtful gift.” You took it from him, carefully placing it within the little pocket sewn into your dress. You looked up at him then and surged up to kiss him, remembering his lesson from before and he groaned into your mouth. You were eager though and you didn’t go as slow as he did, instead you were quick to lick at the seam of his mouth and he granted you access.
It was better than you remembered, he tasted of sweet summer fruit and his hands came up quickly to cradle your face once more. He kissed you for a long time before pulling away.
“I missed you Din, I missed you so much.” You pressed yourself against him tightly, it was as if you couldn’t get close enough and he matched your intensity, burying his face into your hair, smelling your skin for a moment before he pulled away.
“I missed you too, you cannot imagine how much.” He tucked you into his chest, your face pressed up against the tawny skin of his neck; his arms wrapped around you tightly. You realized then, as you breathed in the clean scent of him, that despite being back for months - this is the first time you’ve truly felt like you’re home. The urge struck you to kiss him there, on his neck and you did so.
“We cannot stay out here forever Princess, we must depart, before someone sees us.” He spoke low, a whisper in your ear but you heard the words beneath, his real meaning - this cannot continue.
“Just a few moments more, please.” You kissed his jaw and he sighed, giving you his mouth - his tongue again and something clicked in the back of your mind then. You realized in that moment that he’d do whatever you wanted, all you had to do was ask.
Jules! I sooo wish you wrote a Knight!Din ficlet based on these lyrics (which one is up to you!):
"I can see you standing, honey, with his arms around your body. Laughing but the joke's not funny at all." -- Exile, Taylor Swift
"Must be somewhat exciting to watch the stoic squirm." -- This one is from Uninvited by Alanis Morisette, the vibes of this song is immaculate istg. And funnily enough I found out about this song from a reader's comment on @pentechnics' fic Of Love and Time on ao3! Random, I know 😂
Thank you! I love your writing so much! 🥰
Thank you so much!!! 🥰
Oh Wow both of these little have big Burning Hour energy, I love the first one because Din is absolutely watching everything with such an intense feeling in his gut….
Little ficlet within the world of Burning Hour.
Pairing; knight!din x f!Princess reader (virgin)
Warning; angst / yearning / anger / jealousy
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"I can see you standing, honey, with his arms around your body. Laughing but the joke's not funny at all." -- Exile, Taylor Swift
His jealousy was a forest fire, burning through the network of his veins - his body was a tree struck by lightning; and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
Dameron was laying it on thick. He was using every single advantage to appeal to the Princess and worst of all, it was working.
I can’t even blame you, if I could - I’d do the same thing. Aren’t I already? Stealing kisses and touches in the dark?
He watched as his hands confidently landed on her lower back, as they brushed loose tendrils of hair from her face. His lips traveling her skin wherever she would let him. The back of her hand, her arm.
Her laughs filled the hall, the dining table, the gardens. It was too much and he longed to challenge the man for her hand, to win her fair and square.
Would you want that Princess? Do I have a place in your heart?
He was afraid of the answer, but he still wanted to know. Even if it might kill him.
