Gotta love when I just randomly post when I feel like it LMAO
Here’s a fun and sweet one xx
Content: smut, fluff, hurt Din(blood), female!reader POV
~5,082 words
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“Don’t be scared. Do it.” The rough voice whispered back from behind me, leathered hands overtop my own.
I could feel his shallow breathing; beskar plate hardly rising and falling against my back. Every touch made my breath catch in the back of my throat.
“Do it” he whispered again, now with more determination.
I pulled the trigger and the blaster shot. The light barreled towards the target mere feet away and I stumbled backward - into him even further.
“Good” the mandalorian said, adjusting himself so we were no longer in contact.
As I turned to face him, I found he was already walking towards the sheet of metal I had just shot at.
“Not bad for someone who’s never touched a blaster before.”
**
I had lived a peaceful, if not privileged, life before the chaos found me. My city crumbled under the oppressive fist of the evils that prevailed and I had no one left.
No one until he found me.
Nightmares of men clad in white, troopers, the sounds of screaming children, and the smell of blaster fire haunted me. I woke every night clutching my heaving chest and waiting out the hours before dawn; before I felt safe in the sunlight again. It was almost ten years ago now. I was basically a child.
He was only here for a bounty. That’s what he claimed- a quick job and a paycheck.
Maybe he never found them, because he’s still here. With me, here, teaching me how to defend myself.
Why?
**
I looked down at my shaking hands, still clutching his weapon.
I wish I could say I was faking my incompetence for battle, or that I was pretending I couldn’t shoot a blaster- but I wasn’t. I wish I could say it was an act to make him stay longer.
I wanted him to stay longer.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked up at him, the black visor of his helmet a foot or two away from me.
“Why are you helping me?”
He just looked away and made a move back towards his ship.
“Wait” I said, breaking into a jog next to him “really… why me? I don’t understand.”
He handed me a larger blaster from the ship, “here, try this one now-“
“No” I looked down, suddenly embarrassed that I was pushing the subject but no less insistent that he answered my questions. “you’ve been here almost a month- I don’t believe someone of your skill would waste time like this-”
“You think I’m wasting my time?” He demanded, cocking his head to the side.
“No, I-“
“If you don’t want to learn to defend yourself, I’ll leave” he responded roughly, coldly.
“That’s not what I meant, I just want to know why-“
“We’ll stop wondering and just take the help you can get- you obviously need it” he said in such a way that I knew the conversation was over.
**
That night I laid restless in my bed. I mulled over all possible reasons for his prolonged stay and seemingly random interest in me.
I was dizzy with unanswered questions and sat up to stare around my bare room.
The mandalorians ship was landed now in what was once akin to the front yard of my home. It was impossible to imagine him here during times of peace, when the land was lush and his ship would’ve made my father furious over it ruining his landscaping.
I would’ve laughed at the image if it didn’t force me to imagine my father. He was a good man, a merchant. I missed him more than anything.
I heard movement outside and lunged for the knife I kept under my pillow. My heart was racing so hard I could hardly hear my own thoughts. They’ve come again to finish the job, I thought.
I crouched low and peered through the hole in my door that was once held a glass pane.
My knees buckled and I started to tremble, annoyed by my own fear.
The door heaved inwards, knocking me to the ground. I struggled to find the blade again in the darkness, but hands were lifting me now. I thrashed and kicked with all my might against muscle and metal. I screamed for help until a large hand was over my open mouth.
“If it wasn’t me, you’d already be dead” a familiar voice growled.
My body went limp in his arms.
He dropped me on the floor, my legs still unstable, and he watched as I struggled to find my balance.
I put my hand against the wall and let myself take deep, haggard breaths.
“What. Is. WRONG WITH YOU?” I screamed at the Mandalorian, shoving him with all my weight as if he wasn’t a wall of pure strength.
“I heard you walking around and decided to see if you really listened when I taught you anything… apparently not” he answered himself with a disgusted tone.
I was furious. “You heard me? That was you stalking around outside? Why the hell do you care so much about what I can or can’t do? Why the f-“
I was pinned against the wall, hands above my head, and the weight of his stare above me made me feel minuscule.
“Why is it so hard for you to accept that I just want you to live?” He barked.
I barred my teeth back at him, “because you don’t even know me.”
The heat of his hands radiated through his gloves.
“Oh I don’t?” Taking both my wrists in one of his large hands, his free one pulled out a bounty puck. My own face glowed before me.
“I… I don’t understand.” I responded breathlessly, sobered instantly by the sight.
“There are powers in this galaxy you can’t even begin to imagine the enormity of. There are people willing to pay for you to be hunted down and join the shallow grave of your family. You know nothing.”
He all but spat at me with those words. I felt like I was melting into the floor.
“Your father was no merchant. You really think you could’ve lived the way you did off of that measly salary?”
I wish he had just shot me.
“You want to know why he’s dead? You want to know why your city is in ruins and you’re the only one left in this hole? Blame him.”
“Don’t you dare” I responded with ice in my words but no conviction to back them up.
I truly was shielded from most everything in my life. So many questions had gone unanswered. Maybe I really didn’t know…
“No. Don’t you dare.” He responded, the grip on my wrists causing me to writhe in pain now. “He was nothing but a con artist that lead the evil back to his own family. He pissed off the wrong people.”
“Please. Stop” I choked out, only now realizing I was sobbing.
I hadn’t faced the facts. I knew there was no way he could support our family trading and bartering. I didn’t want to believe it. I loved him. He was good.
Though really, I hardly ever saw him.
The mandalorian let me go and I slid down the wall shaking my head in disbelief.
He threw the bounty puck towards me. It skid until meeting the hard wall. My own face glowing and mocking me.
“They didn’t get you the first time around and paid me to finish the job.” He said, some unexplained warmth returning to his mechanical voice.
“I don’t understand… was all of this a part of some sick scheme to get me to trust you before you took me in?” I said, still trembling.
“I don’t do that-“
“And why should I trust you?” I almost screamed back at him.
He crouched to my level, visor meeting my tear blurred eyes.
“Why?” Was all I could say, over and over again, between sobs or anger, confusion, and heartbreak.
His helmet cocked to the side and I could hardly see my contorted, wet face in its reflection.
He lifted me off the floor and took me back to his waiting ship. I didn’t have anything left in me to fight him with. I didn’t resist capture. It all went black and quiet.
**
A distant hum of an engine filled my ears and I blinked in the warm light that surrounded me.
The memories of the mandalorian came rushing back to me and I jolted upwards, scanning the room like a trapped animal.
I was on a bed- if you could call it that. On a ship. It was steady and landed.
Heavy footsteps came from the outside of the small room. My body tensed.
The beskar clad man walked in and passed me as if I wasn’t there. He rummaged through a flight pack.
“Where are we” I said, surprised at the roughness of my own scream shredded voice.
“We haven’t moved.”
That’s all he had to say before leaving the room again.
I followed swiftly and saw through the windows that we were still in front of my hovel of a home.
His back was towards me and I followed him outside into the night air.
“You were right to think that someone of my skill wouldn’t waste their time on a bounty like this… I was never going to bring you in.”
I sat down next to him on the steps to his ship. Wary and timid. I wrapped my arms around my knees.
He looked away from me and before I could even open my mouth he answered my questions, “I’ve never struggled like this. I bring in anyone and anything without any shred of feeling.”
He turned towards me and it felt as though I was punched in the chest, “but I couldn’t. You didn’t do anything. You’re a victim.”
I couldn’t place my emotion. I was more than confused, my heart was aching over my father, I was terrified of my fate, I felt betrayed, incompetent… but there was something comforting in the cold man next to me.
We sat in silence, neither one of us knowing what to say.
“Thank you” was all I could say after what felt like a lifetime.
He didn’t respond.
“Why did I wake up in your ship?”
It was the only question I could think of asking with an answer that wouldn’t make me want to start crying.
“It was easier than stalking around your bedroom. Easier to keep an eye on you” he answered matter of factly.
I didn’t respond.
“I’d leave now if I thought they wouldn’t send someone else to come find you” the mandalorian said, looking away again.
“I don’t want you to leave” I said, without even thinking first. My cheeks burned with the embarrassment of revealing that to him.
“I’m sorry I lied to you” was all he said in response.
I just looked at him. A man so fortified with armor, stern and strong, was being gentle before me.
I put my hand on his and I swore I felt a shudder go through him. His fingers flexed and released beneath mine.
I went to pull away when he grabbed my hand back.
We sat in silence, entwined fingers on his thigh, just looking into the dark.
**
The mandalorian left after a month.
He found me a place to stay within a city where no one could find me. He made me feel safe. I was safe.
We never touched again after that night on the steps of his ship. Though, the heat still burned through me when I thought of it.
**
My hands were raw from pulling weeds and the sweat dripped heavily down my back. I was happy. I was safe.
I was tired.
I laid with a thud onto a stack of freshly pulled vegetation and let myself feel the suns on my face.
My brows contorted when it was suddenly cooler and darker overhead. Opening my eyes, I focused on an all too familiar ship.
A smile widened across my face before I got a sudden rush of energy and bounded to the landing site.
I stopped short. What if he doesn’t remember me? I mean, why should he?
I found myself fixing my hair and adjusting my working clothes to fit me better.
What was I doing?
I walked swiftly to the ship, heart beating and cheeks reddening.
That’s when I saw him and stopped dead in my tracks.
I hadn’t noticed the significant damage to the ship or the particularly rough landing.
He stumbled out with blood spattered beskar. The tall mandalorian made contact with the ground.
**
I wrung my hands, pacing around my bed, that now held a man I had known in what felt like a different life.
Blood was both crusted and trickling out of the bottom of his helmet. I knew the rules but I couldn’t help feel responsible if he died on my bed from a treatable head wound.
We were a half a days journey to anyone else.
Did he know I had moved all the way out here?
There were bloodied bandages and cloth littering my floor. I had taken the liberty of removing all other armor besides his helmet. The neat pile of metal stood beside the bed for him when he got up.
Please get up.
The blood was flowing steadily. I had to make a decision.
My fingers gingerly touched the rim and snapped back towards me when a guttural moan and choking noise startled me.
He was drowning.
“I have to. Im sorry” I whispered gently and lifted the helmet with a hiss.
The metallic, animalistic, sent of blood infiltrated my nostrils. He was hardly recognizable as human. I realized that I didn’t even know for certain that he was.
My eyes caught on the matted brown hair sticking to his forehead, the peppered facial hair along his jaw, and finally his eyes. He was human, and he was beautiful.
I worked quickly and carefully, trying my best to avert my eyes out of respect. I guess it’s too late now anyways.
When I fixed and cleaned what I could I poured medicine down his throat, Bacta on his wounds, and left him to sleep.
I realized I hadn’t left his side when I woke up in pain from being contorted in a small chair next to the bed.
My eyes traced the outline of him in the pale darkness of the room. He looked more at ease than I had ever seen. I realized I had missed his presence. He made me feel safe.
The few months he spent with me came flooding back to memory. He was always so gentle, guiding, and almost infuriatingly calm. He became a partner… a friend.
His hand twitched and I shot up from my seat. Whether it was out of fear, guilt, relief, or excitement, I couldn’t tell.
He groaned. Or maybe he tried to speak?
“You’re safe” was all I could think to say when I sat on the bed beside him.
His hand slowly reached up to his face, shaking. I grabbed it before he could reach his bare skin.
“I’m sorry… I had to”
He let his hand fall limp at his side with a noise that was akin to what a hurt animal would make.
My heart shattered. I went to grab his helmet and put it back on and he stopped me.
“It’s useless now” he muttered through blood stained teeth.
I had spent all those months, and the year after, imagining the face beneath the helmet. He suddenly became so much more real to me. More precious.
Tears began to fall from my eyes and his hand left the helmet to wipe them away. It was tender and devastating.
“I wish I knew you in another life” he said, so low it hardly registered.
I grabbed the hand still resting on my cheek and forced a smile through my sob.
“Why not this one” I asked, chuckling sadly.
I already knew the answer.
He managed half a smile. He was treacherously handsome.
I tried to think of anything to say. Anything, but his grip turned loose and his breathing was at a constant lull. He was asleep.
**
I had left his side only so long before I heard movement coming from the bedroom.
I set down a mug of hot caf before rushing in to find him struggling to push himself off the bed.
“What are you doing” I asked in an almost desperate cry.
“My ship” was all he said.
“Worry about that later. You were on deaths doorstep not two hours ago.”
He shook his head like a defiant child. I almost laughed. Almost.
As if by some invisible force, he laid back down on the bed.
“Do you need anything?” I asked, warily, hoping he’d send me off to get something. It felt strange to see him in such a vulnerable state.
A shake of the head, no. I sat back in my chair and he turned his body to face me.
“I should give you your bed back.”
This time I actually let out a laugh.
“No, I want you to sleep.”
I wondered if he remembered his comment from earlier.
**
It was now pitch black in the small bedroom. I sat and watched the stars flicker in the sky out of the window. I hadn’t left his side in hours.
As I turned to look at him, the mandalorian let out a guttural scream and sat up with a start. He ran his trembling fingers through blood matted hair.
“You’re okay. You’re safe” I said, now next to him with one knee on the bed “it was a nightmare, that’s all.”
His chest heaved and his skin prickled at my touch.
I rubbed circles into his back. My mother use to do that for me.
He instinctively flinched away from me.
“I’m sorry” he said before relaxing beneath my open palm.
I didn’t know what to do. I felt helpless.
I shifted closer, my arm barely fitting around his back.
“Tell me what you need” I whispered
He broke a prolonged silence with a half hearted laugh.
I didn’t understand his amusement.
I squeezed him tight once more like you’d do for a friend before letting them go. I guess he is a friend. I guess.
I walked to a dresser and sifted through clothes until I found a large green shirt, clean flight pants, and a towel.
He stared, confused, at the items.
“Is this my shirt?” He asked earnestly.
I knew it when I picked it out. It’s all I had that would fit him anyhow. Though, I guess I didn’t expect red, flushed, embarrassment to creep from my neck to my cheeks.
“You gave it to me. To wear once. After I had ruined mine while cleaning the blasters.”
What he would never know is that I slept with it through every nightmare. The smell of him bringing waves of unexplained comfort.
He gave me that half smile again.
“I know. I just didn’t expect you to keep it.”
I averted my gaze and let him change in peace.
“Are you hungry?” I asked before leaving him.
A nod.
“Use the towel to clean up. I won’t mind the blood stains.”
A nod once more.
**
I came face to face with the mandalorian. No- he was just a man now. He seemed like one, anyways. Just a man.
Lines cut deep into his skin, from battle and age. His features were both soft and strong. He had such an air of sadness. He would’ve seemed almost defenseless if I hadn’t known better.
I motioned towards a seat across from mine. His shaggy, wet hair swept across his brow as he sat.
He ate like a starved, wild, thing. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He refused to make contact with mine.
When he had finished I took his plate away slowly, almost expecting him to growl and bite. He only looked down.
“Thank you”
I responded only with a genuine smile and another offering of caf. He happily obliged.
It felt almost domestic. It was nice.
He drank slowly, deeply, and without looking up or speaking even once.
The suns began to rise and paint colors across the carved sand walls. I could see him even more clearly now. Battle worn, tired, and inexplicably sad.
“I’m sorry I took off your helmet. I just-“
“You did what you had to” he responded, still looking longingly into his half full mug.
I just peeled away the skin around my fingers, trying to think of anything to ease the uncomfortable silence.
“Are you sure you can’t just put it back on or-“
“I meant what I said earlier” he said lowly.
Unwilling to believe it to be true, what I wanted to be true, I played dumb and confused.
“In another life… I think I’d like … this.”
I couldn’t say anything.
**
He slept soundly through the day, rising only when the moon did. He attempt to fix his ship.
I helped with what I could on the ship, and every time our hands grazed in the passing of tools, a bolt of electricity flowed through me. Each time he passed behind, a gloved hand met the small of my back.
I pleaded with him to rest. I wondered if it was really just a ploy to prolong his stay.
I found myself fumbling while completing basic maintenance. I was trembling and the low sighs of frustration he was making weren’t helping.
I couldn’t even explain my own actions lately. There was something scratching at me from the inside to get closer to him.
I wanted him.
I insisted he spend one more night asleep in a proper bed, mine, as I recalled the hammock he called his.
To my surprise, he agreed.
That night he was restless. He turned, yelled, and cried out in his sleep. I could hear him from down the hall.
I crept slowly to the bedroom. I wanted to comfort him but felt awkward with the thought of any attempt.
That was until I heard my name. Softly, desperately, tumbling from his lips. He was dreaming.
“I’m here” I answered in a half whisper, pushing hair out of his face, “you’re safe. I’m here.”
“Stay with me. Please”, eyes still closed. He grabbed onto my hand.
“You’re dreaming”
“No… I’m not” he replied, eyes fluttering open in a way that seemed to use most of his energy.
My heart was in my throat and I felt as though I was breaking some ancient law by climbing into my own bed.
I laid in the space he had made for me, my body fitting against his as though I were made to be there.
I covered him with the blanket more, so unsure of what to do with my body. My hand lingered on his chest, still clutching the cloth.
His breathing hitched and warmth radiated throughout the bed.
“I don’t even know your name” I laughed lightly, almost a whisper, not expecting an answer but rather trying to cut the tension.
“Do you want to?” His eyes met mine.
The air was all but sucked out of the small space. I could hear the rushing thrum of both of our hearts.
I nodded. Yes.
His face was mere inches from mine and I could feel his warm, sweet breath on my lips.
“Din. Din Djarin.” He whispered, so close that our mouths were all but intertwined.
He tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear and stared into my eyes with so much tenderness that I felt the desperate need to cry.
I traced the outlines of the face I had imagined so many times before. He became warmer to the touch with each line I drew.
“Another life, huh, Din?” I whispered.
He stopped my hand with his.
“Why not this one?”
With these few blessed words, he closed the space between us. My body crashing and arching into his and his fingers entwined with my hair.
Animalistic moans escaped from the two of us, his body engulfing mine.
He smelled like sun warmed wilderness; like musk and lush trees.
His hot mouth met my neck and I soaked in every touch, every scent, every movement of his body. He was desperately clawing at me and I him.
His hands quickly became unsure. He was so battle worn, knowledgable beyond his years, though… he now touched me like he was afraid I’d break.
My eyebrows knitted together in confusion and he stared back with an almost frightened expression.
“I… I am a dangerous man. I don’t know how- I’ve never-“
I brushed my thumb over his open lips and smiled softly at him. I had never imagined the gentleness of such a rough man. He was right, he was dangerous, he was a killer, a bounty hunter, a mandalorian.
None of that mattered.
I pulled his face closer to mine and kissed him softly. I felt the storm brewing beneath his skin.
“I don’t want to hurt you” he whispered against me.
“I want all of you” was all I answered back.
With those words of permission, he used his legs to pin my back to the bed and stared down at me.
Sitting up on his knees, he used his rough hands to trace down my sides. My skin prickled with desire and my hips bucked unintentionally to meet his.
His fingers found the waistband to my pants and he found my eyes, asking silently to go on.
“Please” I begged
Slowly, painfully slowly, he tugged them down low enough to expose hip bones and the very top of where I desired him most.
Lifting my hips, he bent down to meet them with peppered kisses. Any movement of mine was halted by his fingers digging in to me.
The tenderness of the moment was dictated by him and he wouldn’t let me forget that he was in control.
It only made me more desperate. Between kisses he spoke in a deep, strained voice.
“I’ve thought about this every night” he all but growled. “Do you know how many times I’ve had to touch myself back in my ship just so I wouldn’t lose control and pin you against a wall and fuck you?”
Deep moans escaped me and I begged for him to touch me, to do anything he wanted with me. I needed him. I’ve needed him for longer than I could even admit to myself.
His name fell from my lips over and over. He nipped at the tender skin of my inner thighs as he teasingly pulled the remainder of my pants down.
He noticed I hadn’t been wearing underwear and an almost sadistic smirk swept across his face and his eyes shot up to meet mine.
I couldn’t breathe. All I could remember was his name.
He teased me until I was so close to coming undone from just the first swipe of his tongue against me.
My nails dug into the sheets as he moaned against me, wetness glossing his rugged features.
His eyes were so blown out with lust that they were hardly brown any longer.
I begged until I had tears in my eyes. I needed to feel him inside of me. He knew that and took advantage of every second.
“How- how are you so good?”
He snapped back to sitting on his knees and ground himself into me, leaving a deliciously wet mark on his pants.
“You think I haven’t imagined every inch of you and what I’d like to do to it” He titled his head with pure cockiness, “all the nights I spent avoiding other women were nights I imagined your body, nights I’ve spent touching myself and thinking of the way you’d feel. I may not have experience, but I’d do anything to have you”
I didn’t even have the words to express what that did to me, but as he stripped off his lower half of clothing I knew there was nothing stopping me from getting exactly what I so desperately wanted.
He let himself fall forward, one arm catching himself an inch above me. I let my nails drag down his back as I caught his lips in a feverish kiss.
My hand met his free one and I felt the length of him, wet with his own precum. His forehead fell into the side of my neck and a growl ripped through him. He rocked his hips into my hand.
“You weren’t the only one touching themselves to the thought of this” I whispered into his ear, my own voice deeper than I had ever heard it, “I couldn’t even let myself imagine you were this big.”
He put his free hand on top of mine and guided his length to my desperate, clenching opening.
He was slow, controlled, but the vice grip on the pillow above me gave way to his longing.
I moved my hips to meet his, unable to control myself any longer, and the sound that bounded from him was purely animal.
Something had finally snapped inside of him and his controlled thrusting became more erratic and intense. Even the soft kisses melded into bites and teeth clenched moans into my open mouth.
I bit into his shoulder to stop from screaming, the feeling of this moment too intense to explain.
I wrapped my legs around him and lifted to meet his every stroke. His hair was gripped between my fingers and his forearms boxed me in. I was completely engulfed in him.
Suddenly his strong arms were cradling my back and I was lifted onto his lap. He was sitting on his knees, legs wide, and thrusting into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him push and pull my body up and down onto him.
Every meeting of thighs was met with a wet smack and stifled moan. I could feel every inch of him and I knew then that I’d feel empty every second he wasn’t inside of me.
With one final stroke he pushed down on my shoulders and up with his hips to fill me at my deepest point. I rocked into him and felt his thick, hot, cum pouring out of me.
He feverishly kissed me, and I responded in turn. We sat connected until our breathing came back into our control.
“Cyar’ika” he mumbled into my lips, over and over again, “I have watched you, always. I could never stay away from you.”
“I’m yours” I responded, “you have me.”
