Valentine’s Week Marathon
Day VII - No Space Between
Summary: When the generator goes out on the Razor Crest, you and the Mandalorian find yourself spending the night in the cockpit, desperate for warmth
Pairing: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x AFAB!Reader
Word Count: 4,860
Warnings: Minors please do not interact, 18+ content below | Pre-Grogu era, vulgar language, hand job, oral (male receiving), inexperienced Mando, angst
Authors: Barnes and Howlett
Author Notes: Hey guys, this is the last installment of our Valentine's day marathon. We really enjoyed expanding our masterlist and gaining new friends/followers through our writing. As always it's a pleasure writing for you ;) ~ Barnes 🚬🗿
A little over a few weeks ago the heater in my house broke! I was literally freezing in the sub zero temps. So obviously, I imagined this fic up to comfort myself. Barnes loved the idea and now here we are. (I'm delusional.) Thank you to everyone that stuck around this week, and for all the traction on the blog as of late. We really appreciate it!! Cheers everyone and Happy Valentine's Day :3 ~ Howlett 🌙
The frigid maw of Carlac was unforgiving this mission. The Razor Crest had taken quite the beating, you had no power for the last six hours. The astro-mech socket had a hole through it the size of an Ewok. Causing the cabin to hold a chill that made your joints ache.
“Dammit, power still won't turn on.” He hits his fist on one of the metal panels of the ship. “Stole an old generator, I have it stowed somewhere, but It’ll only give us enough energy to get the bay doors open and closed.” He shakes his head, sighing.
Defeated, he moves away. Pacing around, he attempts to formulate a plan. You watch as you try to bring any sort of warmth to your quivering body. Rubbing your hands together, you notice how dull they appeared. If you both didn’t get heat soon, you would end up with frostbite, or worse.
“Mando! I am freezing, I feel like my fingers are going to fall off!” You whine, readjusting the skimpy blanket around your shoulders.
“I’m working on it!” He shoots back, annoyed with the ship for failing and you for just sitting there, not helping. “Maybe if you got your sorry ass up, we could get this generator up again.”
He goes to the weapon store, trying to pry open the door. “Stand back.” He commands.
You oblige and sink further into the corner of the room. Fed up with life or death situations, he uses his last wrist rocket to damage the closing mechanism of the door. It sends sparks flying, you shield your face with the blanket and wince at the sudden brightness.
Mando rumages through a bottom storage cabinet and pulls out a half falling apart generator with frayed wires sticking up from it.
“Dammit!” He curses. “Bilge rats.” Mando lets the metal husk fall to the floor with a frustrated grunt.
“Maybe we can salvage it?” You say shuffling across the floor.
You bend and pick it up, examining the damage. The wires were definitely in need of mending, but otherwise all other components seemed to be connected fine, just falling out of the housing. You grab a tool bag from the same cabinet and begin snipping and stripping the wires as Mando watches you with a curious tilt about his helmet. He knew you were a technical person, being able to help him with just about any handiwork needed to be done on the ship. But, he was surprised you could make any sense of the machinery in front of you. Feeling a sense of hope, he kneels near you, examining the work.
“Any luck?”
You splice the last few wires together, and let out a victorious cheer. “That should do it.”
You stand up, dusting yourself off, getting some sort of feeling back in your fingers.
“We should be able to use this for a few minutes, what do you need the most right now?” You ask, thinking of how to make the most of your time.
Mando ponders, as he starts to make a mental list of the possible supplies you both need at this moment. An idea pops into his head.
“Why don’t we grab any cargo we need and station ourselves in the cockpit. It is the most insulated room and we could produce enough heat so your fingers don't fall off.” He mocks you.
Scoffing, you cross your arms over your chest. “You’re telling me you aren’t cold?”
“I’m cold, but I’m not being a baby about it.” He stands with a grunt.
“I’m not a-” You begin to argue.
Ignoring you, he takes the generator to the outside of the ship and connects it to the power supply.
“Get ready!” He shouts, his voice ringing through the nearing frigid levels of cold in the cargo space.
You're already climbing the ladder to the upper storage room when the ship hisses and pops to life. The door opens for you and you begin to frantically toss emergency supplies and bedding items in the direction of the cockpit. Making sure to grab rations, Maker forbid you're trapped for days.
Down stairs Mando collects other items he deemed necessary for survival. He restocks his weapons and begins to bring everything he collected up the ladder to the cock pit. You join him in packing everything you need. Quickly he makes his way back outside. You wedge the doors open just slightly, leaving room for you or Mando to slip out if needed. Mando kills the power outside and brings the generator back in.
“There’s still some juice in this. We can get more when the weather lets up.” He expresses, putting it down with a thunk outside the cockpit doors.
Looking over the inventory the two of you compiled, you began to organize the area. Mando eventually slipped himself inside the cockpit, he helped sort out the space. Once you had everything in a tidy order, on the floor you set up a makeshift bed. Using a rolling pad, a small blanket, and a few dingy pillows, it was comfortable enough for you to sleep in. You settle into the bed, realizing this was going to be a long night. If your back wasn’t hurting now, it was definitely not going to feel any good in the morning.
“Feeling any better?” Mando asks, throwing you off guard.
He wasn’t one to check up on you regularly, but it was always a pleasant surprise when he did.
“A little. This bed sucks.” You joke, trying to make light of your current sleeping situation. “Where are you going to sleep?” Asking, you survey the room, realizing you took the last of the sleeping supplies.
“Right here.” He replied, sitting in the captain's seat.
The doors are open slightly, a swift breeze blowing in from the sizable bend in the connecting door as well as the hole torn into the socket above. The wind whistled and roared outside. It sounded like a wounded beast. It gave you goosebumps as if you weren't already afflicted by chills. Carlac was well below freezing at night, once the sun goes away it's ridiculously cold and because of that gap in the door it made conditions less than ideal and certainly far from toasty.
Feeling the draft as well, Mando swipes a few pillows from you and stuffs them in the door. It only fills in a little more than half of the gap. He makes a Give me motion with his hand and points at the backpack of rations. You toss him the bag and he stuffs that in as well, filling it nearly completely.
“That's as good as it's gonna get.” Mando nods, before resuming his seated position.
You shiver under the blanket. It felt as if heat just wouldn't stay in your body. You tried to get under the blanket fully and use your breath to warm up the space to no avail. When you stuck your face back out the covers you winced at the cold bite that hit your skin. A particularly strong gust of wind spilling slightly into the cab. Mando unmoving in the chair shudders involuntarily. You can see your breath in front of you when you speak.
“Mando. I can’t keep warm.” Your voice was muffled by the blanket but the sound of your teeth chattering was unmistakable.
“Well what do you want me to do about it?” He asks, almost a little too harsh.
You thought about it for a second, what could he do? It’s not like he could magically turn on the power again. All you really wanted was any bit of heat, was that so much to ask for? Battling with yourself for a second, you thought about asking him to accompany you. Normally you would never dare to request such a thing, but this was not any normal circumstance.
“Mando?” You ask softly, he turns his head towards you, humming in response. “Can you maybe just lay next to me?”
He wasn’t sure if he heard you right, he stilled in his seat. “Come again?”
“Um- I’m just really cold and maybe we could get some warmth if we huddle together.” Biting your lip, you almost regret the words you said.
Taking a moment, he gets up from his chair. “Move over.”
He demands, and you quickly do so. Settling himself next to you, he lays flat on his back, hands resting on his chest. You attempt to get close, while not trying to make him uncomfortable.
“Are you going to share that blanket?” He asks with a monotone voice.
You drape it over his chest plate. It gave off a cooling aura that made your hand retreat quickly. You begin to notice the cooling effect is radiating from him on all sides.
“Mando.” You hiss. “Your armor is so cold.” You shove your body closer into the corner. You can feel whatever heat you had left in your body leeching out and into the Beskar. At this point your body starts to uncontrollably shake, your stomach convulsing and cramping with every destroying shiver.
He practically rolls across the floor away from you, taking the blanket with him, frosted to his chest plate. He tears it away and puts it back over you. Night had fallen unforgivingly, the room in pitch black. Tears begin to form in your eyes, you thought they might freeze in these conditions.
“Help, please.” You manage through gritted teeth, frantically rubbing your extremities together.
There was a long pause in the room. “Close your eyes.”
In the event that there was some sort of light leaking into the room he still took precautions. You screw your eyes shut and huddle into a ball. The sound of his helmet being put on the floor was what you heard first before the sound of the rest of his armor falling.
His body slides in next to you. Instinctively you cling to him, curling into his chest. His skin erupts in goosebumps at the sudden temperature change. Leaving no gap between the two of you, finally, you feel a sense of warmth. As you shivered, he still laid flat. You make note of this and inquire with him about it.
“Are you comfortable?” You question through chattered teeth.
“A little.” Responding, he shifts slightly, trying to remove himself from you.
The sudden coldness he felt from you was a bit much. He didn’t want to give the wrong impression but you felt just like a block of ice. Hearing him speak, you notice how different his voice sounded without the helmet. It was pleasant, deeper than what you're familiar with.
“What can I do to make it better?” You ask softly.
“It would be better if you warmed up.” He admits, letting out a heavy sigh.
Annoyed you scoff. “I’m not getting any toastier with you laying like that. Here, I’ll just-” You turn your body to face away from him.
He hesitated for a second, his muscles taught. With a shaky breath he presses the front of his body against you. Wincing at the cold on his back, feeling the chill in the room.
“Is this okay?” He asks, warm breath fanning over your cheek. His hands stall at your side, carefully draping over you. Immediate relief. The heat radiating from his core. His skin was hot, the armor must've kept him insulated because he felt like firelight.
“This is perfect.” You reply, with him shielding you from the door.
“Good.” He hums.
You can tell something is still not quite right. His touch felt distant, unsure. It was hard to tell what the source of this discomfort was. Maybe it was just the cold getting to him. You try to not let it bother you as you attempt to catch some shut-eye.
Feeling you against him, he was intimidated. He had never been this exposed around someone. Since he took the oath of the Mandalorian way, he never removed his armor. Yet here he was, suit off, you cuddled next to him, preparing for sleep. It was terrifying, he was usually most comfortable with his Beskar on. Sleeping in the most unlikely spaces and positions, always prepared if someone would jump at him. Somehow, you of all people got him to be the most vulnerable he has ever been.
It was unclear exactly what he was feeling right now. It was a mix of turmoil from the sudden exposure, but he also felt a tinge of tranquility. Sure it was colder than absolute zero, but knowing he brought you some sort of comfort was all he needed to feel okay in this moment.
You slept for maybe twenty minutes before you awoke to a poking sensation on your back. It was an object large enough for you to notice. You thought maybe Mando had been tinkering with his wrist guard and let it fall between the two of you.
In a sleepy daze you inquire. “Mando?”
He grunts in response, before you feel his entire body grow rigid. So still you would've thought he spotted an enemy combatant.
Now alert, at his sudden frozen demeanor you shoot your eyes open and look around towards the window frantically, back still facing him. “What?! What is it?!”
“I- this doesnt- I didnt mean to- Maker.” He groans, running his hand down his face.
“Wha-” The realization washes over you and you feel your stomach flutter. “Oh-”
Laying back down, your first thought is to pull away. But you cannot, the cold would send you back into a frigid state, threatening your life. So you stilled yourself, trying not to move even a sliver.
“Um- I’m really sorry, I would give you some space but I finally feel warm.”
He doesn’t say or do anything, not sure of what his next move should be. You try to comfort him as an attempt to fill the silence.
“Listen, it’s completely normal… I know sometimes this happens when people who have a penis fall asleep… it’s really nothing to be ashamed of!”
He could feel all the color wash from his face, he had never been so embarrassed. Despite being known to be quick witted and an expert of thinking on his feet, for the first time, he had no idea where to go from here.
“If you want, you can like, go and take care of that.” Thinking, you really didn’t want him to leave, he was your personal heater. “Just try to hurry if you do.”
He lets out an uncomfortable grunt and sighs, still not daring to speak out of mortification. You were no stranger to the male appendage. Had a taste of many across the galaxy, in fact. Never once did you think you would find yourself in such a predicament with a Mandalorian of all people. He had been short and rather verbally unkind throughout your voyage, opting to treat you as a part of the ship rather than a traveling companion. You might even die here, cold and uncared for.
“Or…” you pose an option. “I could help you out?”
He lets out a weak and strangled groan at your question.
“I don’t, I don’t do that.” He answers gruffly.
Maybe it was the fact that you were finally warm and feeling better, or the fact that you were faced with mortality but it sent a surge of confidence through your body.
“Do, what? Never been with a woman before Mando?” You tease. “A bachelor out in the galaxy and never sampled any of the goods? That's a real shame.” You coo.
“Excuse me?” He takes major offense. “What makes you think I haven’t sampled any goods?” He retorts, mocking you.
“Prove it then.” You snap back.
Sighing, he tries to defend himself. “We are colleagues. I hired you specifically to maintain this ship and accompany me with my bounties. The only reason I’m even in this position is because you’re the one who can fix the generator. If you freeze to death I’ll be stranded here!”
Ouch, you thought. He could not have said that any more bluntly.
“Is that really all my life means to you? A suppliment on your ship that doesn't even fucking work?” Starting to move away, you can feel his hand grip your wrist.
“Wait, I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to-”
You pull his hand away, sitting straight up. “Please don’t with the apology.”
Sighing, you can feel the harsh winds blow in from the door. You really did not want to leave, but Mando was always one to make things harder than they have to be.
“I really am sorry.” He states, shifting himself.
Softly, he continues. “Did you really want to help me?”
“Are you serious? After that?” You scoff.
He stays silent for a moment. You move closer to the door, losing vital warmth by the second. The wind had thankfully let up, unfortunately leaving the room so silent you could hear how his mouth hesitated to form words.
He lets out a heavy sigh before his voice breaks the silence. “Please, at least just sit under the blanket. I need you to hear me out.”
You oblige begrudgingly, realizing it would be stupid to lose your life to the cold over this argument, and there was a chance the most emotionally constipated man you'd ever met was about to be vulnerable.
“Your life means more to me than just a component of my ship.” He admits a slight falter in his voice.
“But you-”
“Let me speak.” His tone was firm but not laced with his usual frustration.
You stay silent, back propped up against a control panel. He joins you shoulder to shoulder and drapes the blanket around the two of you.
“I'm not used to having someone here. Sharing the ship with me. Filling in spaces I couldn't.” He clears his throat. “This ship would have a damn hard time running without you, not just because you fix things either.”
You sat with your eyes closed, focusing on his voice. Feeling heavy with his introspection. His praises bloom in the pit of your stomach. The skin at your shoulder that met his felt electric.
“And as far as what just happened goes.” His fingers grip the bedroll below. “You know I took an oath. Later in life I vowed to only allow myself sex if it meant furthering the Mandalore bloodline.”
A heavy sigh leaves his lips, it almost pained him to say those words out loud. He takes a moment before he continues. “I didn’t mean all those things I said. Lately, I’ve just been confused.”
“Confused about what?” You ask, bringing a reassuring hand to his shoulder.
“About whether or not these morals work for me.”
Hearing those words, you take a moment to try and process the situation. It was shocking that he for one is sharing his feelings with you, and even more surprising that he’s doubting his own beliefs. He’s always proud of who he is and what he believes in, seeing him like this, it’s disarming.
On the other hand, his voice is captivating. Maker, hearing it without the modulator, it sounded so genuine. For the first time, you could hear the emotions in it. The deep, smooth, rich, sound, sent shivers up your spine.
The uninhibited flow of his breathing is audible, this isn’t something you typically hear, it humanizes him. Realizing he was more than just the Beskar he wore and the unkind words he said. You can feel the gentle flexing of his biceps, every time he speaks he tugs on the mattress below. When your arm gently brushes him, goosebumps erupt across his skin.
He continues. “I shouldn't have raised my voice with you. Shouldn’t have been so mean.”
You can feel him turn towards you in the dark, his eyes boreing holes into you. Not even sure he had eyes or how many eyes, but you could feel his stare. He takes your hand in his, it was big, warm. Gentle.
“I just don't know how to feel.” He explains.
“About your beliefs?” You question.
“About you.” His grip on your hand tightens for a second before dropping it. “It’s so hard to control myself everyday. Five hundred forty seven days, thirteen parsecs. I've saved you from countless combatants, you've saved my skin too many times to count. And it made me so mad that I have these feelings. Thought it would be better to be cold, distant. I’m sorry.” He apologizes.
Your chest feels tight, a flutter deep in your stomach. Suddenly you miss the warmth of his palm. You can't blame him for the feelings he developed. You had wondered what was under that armor the second you met him. There were nights, after particularly nasty battles where he was so strong. You saw how effortlessly he handled business and it would be a lie to say you didn't feel similarly. Which is why it was so jarring how snippy he was with you.
“Mando.” You breath out shakily.
He tensed as if bracing for impact. Bracing for a complete shut down or even a backhand. Instead he was met with a gentle hand resting on his leg. Instantly, he gasps, growing tense under your touch.
“Please, don’t make this harder than this has to be.” He whimpers through gritted teeth.
Softly, you slowly stroke up and down his thigh. “Mando, I know you’re having a tough time with your identity… but I think you should allow yourself some fun.” Whispering into his ear, he groans.
“Y-yes I want to, but I just can’t.” As your hand lay there, you feel the fabric from underneath your palm pull away from you.
“What’s really holding you back? Be honest with me, I won’t judge.”
Sighing, he throws his head back onto the wall behind him. You hear a gentle thud, as he rests his hand on your active one. Stopping you from teasing him.
“I’m just-” Continuing under his breath, he says "inexperienced."
“What happened to sampling the galaxy’s goods?” You tease lightly, you hand itching to continue its movement.
“I lied okay? What happened to no judgement?” He chuckles lowly.
“You don't have to be inexperienced, if you don't want to, of course.” You suggest, your voice a low drone in his ear. Giving him an out although you were ready to dive in head first.
He can feel your breath fanning across his skin. Sending a pang through his chest, his fingers gripping your hand tighter now. He swallows thickly, the growing arousal in his pants hard to ignore.
Profusely he apologizes for the yet again growing predicament in the room. “I want to so badly, but what if-” Through his babbling he never lets your hand go, his grip feeling more desperate than anything. Like he was fighting with himself.
Hesitantly he brings your hand closer to his erection. You can feel where the fabric starts to tent. Gently, he drags your hand up and down his shaft, producing a few groans. To him, this feeling was foreign, different than just him handling his business. It made him nervous, you on the other hand felt enthralled. Noticing the awkward position, he scoops you into his lap giving you a better angle. The strength of this man amazed you.
“Do you think you could continue by yourself?” He asks lowly, almost in a whisper.
“Of course, just let me know if you’re comfortable, okay?”
Removing his hand, he leans back. With the storm letting up and the clouds shifting, the moon peers through the window. While he was left obscured in the dark, he could faintly see you. Steadily, you continue your movements, hearing subtle grunts and staggered breathing from him.
“That’s great, whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. Just let me-”
Shifting, he begins to undo his button and zipper, the bottom half of his body just barely lit by the sky. It was a spectacle as he pulled it out. Unleashing it from the reins of his undergarments it looked heavy. It was thick and longer than you had felt through his pants.
You lean in close, trapping heat between you. You can feel the pre-cum dripping down your knuckles. When you let up and he watches the moonlight glint off of the string of saliva descending toward his throbbing cock.
He watches it fall, warm and viscous on the tip. Now slick, your hand pumps effortlessly. Earning a few strained moans as you picked up the pace.
He reaches out for you, his hand just barely grazing your side. “I wanna touch you.” He breathes out. “Please.”
You give him a nod, leaning into his touch. Immediately his hand makes full contact with your side, squeezing it. Running his fingers down and across. You shiver. His fingertips leave goosebumps in their wake and when they cup your breasts you let out a whimper.
He growls in response, sliding his hand up your shirt, his calloused digits warm. The combination of the pleasurable feeling on your skin and just how solid his cock was, was enough for you to want to keep eliciting those noises out of him.
“How does this feel, are you comfortable?”
“F-feels great.” Looking up, he takes note of how stunning you look.
How your hand delicately works around his excited member. The focused look on your face, making sure he felt comfort and pleasure. He loved the way you sat so perfectly on top of him, moonlight reflecting off you. You were an angel in his eyes. The sensation was overwhelming, nothing he had ever experienced before. Shamelessly, he ruts into your hand. Drunk on pleasure, he fucks your fist.
Struggling to speak, he whines. “More. Need more.”
Not letting up your movements, you lean towards him. “What do you need more of?” You tease.
Your head ducked dangerously close to his shaft. His hands find their way to your shoulders, then up to your head. His finger hooking into your jaw, he taps it twice.
He lets out a breathy sigh, voice gruff. “You.”
You smile at him impishly, giving him a few slow hard strokes. Strangling his cock at the base you slide backwards off of his lap, your head landing between his thighs. You hold it, feeling how he throbs with each heartbeat. It twitches and jumps in your grip as you nip at the exposed skin of his hip. You gaze into the shadows, knowing he was somewhere in there. You drag your tongue base to tip. Earning a low rumbling moan from Mando.
“Fuck.” He throws his head back, immediately raising it again to watch how your tongue caresses the veins on his cock.
It had to be physically impossible to be so turned on, so hard he was convinced it added another inch or two. He hissed when your tongue circled the tip. It was so sensitive. You take a second to revel in the feeling of his cock leaking on your tongue before taking him in. Slowly at first you let him really feel the wet warm flesh of your mouth. He lets out a long drawn out fuuuck.
You got about half way when you felt him hit the back of your throat. He grunted in response, his hips bucking, causing you to gag and drool. Moving up and down, with your other hand, you move it to the base of his cock stroking it. Immediately, both his hands grip your hair, pushing him further into your warm mouth. Your other hand firmly cups his heavy jewels through the taught fabric of his pants. They flex at your touch, Mando cries out.
“Kriff! I’m so close!”
Having not been familiar with your actions, it overstimulated him. Working him in so many places, all the new sensations, it was too much. Just as soon as it began, it was practically over. Just like that, ropes of cum spew out of him, the feeling of his warm seed flowing down your throat made your eyes roll back. Removing yourself from him with a pop, you both take a moment to catch your breath.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that so fast…” Bashfully, he begins to fix his pants.
“It’s alright, definitely not the fastest I’ve seen someone cum.” You joke, wiping your hands with a cloth from your nearby supply store.
Laughing, he retorts. “Please don’t lie.”
“Really! I’m not lying! The record was about a minute, with my first boyfriend. That’s why we broke up a week later.”
“That’s harsh.” He comments, feeling embarrassed and wondering if you’d leave him in such a short time.
“Kidding! It was because he cheated on me. Go figure.”
“Who would ever cheat on you?” He speaks, feeling a new sense of confidence. “I can finally admit you’re amazing to your face.” He chuckles. “Even before this. I’ve always admired how you carry yourself. It doesn’t hurt that I think you’re drop dead gorgeous."
“I would one day hope to see if you are just as attractive.” You prod.
“Maybe one day.”
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