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Blurred Lines - Chapter Three: Ethereal

Word count: 6.9k

Warnings: oof we really bumped it up from the last chapter let’s see grinding/dry humping, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, one single female x female kiss, mentions of bisexualism, some fluff

Summary: After landing on Coruscant, you decide to go out to eat before working the job you landed for. Seeing you dance with others makes Din a bit more possessive over you, and he finds himself getting carried away when you voice your feelings for him.

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The first realization you have when you open your eyes is that you’re completely alone in the darkness of Mando’s metal bunk. Your eyebrows furrow down as you frown. How did he get up without waking you? Why didn’t he wake you? Your inquiries cease when you remind yourself of the incredibly intimate moment you shared with the Mandalorian just hours ago. He finally expressed his feelings to you. He opened himself up to you more than he ever has before. In his own way, he showed you how special you’ve become to him.

You sit up and feel your way around the bunk until your fingers fall on the control pad. You press the button to retract the door, revealing to you the very empty hull. It’s dark still, only illuminated by the faint glow of buttons scattered along the ship’s interior. There’s the slight hum that you’ve become quite familiar with. You’re still in hyperspace, which is fitting. Mando did say it would take a few days to get there. Your feet settle on the cold floor as you scan your surroundings. You decide it’s best to get ready for the day before going up to see him and the child, so you slide out of the bunk to grab your bags before heading to the ‘fresher.

When you visit the bathroom, you’re pleasantly surprised by your reflection. Your bruise has faded and after removing the bandage, you see a healed wound on your outer arm. Maybe a shower wouldn’t be such a bad idea, it’s been a couple days since you’ve had one. Lucky for you the Crest has an enormous water tank, so you take your time. The hot water feels amazing against your skin, and your ribs are officially back to their natural tone. Suddenly, you smell the scent that engulfed Mando’s bunk, and your eyes shoot open. There’s no way he’d come in here while you’re bathing. You quickly realize it’s his soap sitting along the shelf of the wall. Something about that scent excites you beyond reason. Its smell is so comforting and clean, you make sure to embed it into your memory.

“Hey,” you say as the door to the cockpit slides open.

Stepping inside, you see the little one nestled in his pram, and surprisingly, he’s playing with one of his newer toys. When his large eyes meet yours, he squeals and reaches for you. One of your favorite sights in the entire galaxy. After picking the child up, you stride over to the man sitting in the pilot’s chair. You scan his movements and notice that he’s punching in new coordinates.

“Are we changing course?”

“We’re running low on fuel, and there’s a planet close by. I’ve done some jobs there before. Figured we could stop and earn some extra credits on our way.” he turns his visor slightly, looking back towards you. “You up for that?”

“Yeah of course! Nevarro has been painfully dull lately, I’m dying to work a new job.”

He goes on to tell you that he’s contacted an old friend of his on Coruscant. The contact’s name is Aian, and he’s the leader of an organization aimed at targeting and destroying Imperial outposts stationed across the planet. Apparently, Aian and his associates plan to rendezvous at a currently undisclosed location on the outskirts of the city with a group that claims to have information on an Imperial base. You and Mando will serve as extra security.

“Seems like an easy job, but nothing is ever easy on Coruscant.” He explains. “We’ll be landing in about an hour. They’ll contact us with more information once we land. The engagement will happen tomorrow morning.”

Sounds like a plan, now all you have to do is relax and wait to get there. And while you wait, you decide to sit down and bounce the little green critter in your lap. He giggles as he tries his best to hang on to his small metal car.

“Hey buddy, I missed you lately! How’ve you been since you’ve been away? Have you been bored without me? Well, I’ve been bored without you, let me tell ya.”

He stares up at you with such focus, you could swear he knew the meaning of each and every word that left your mouth. Sometimes he’d even babble back to you, and you wonder if one day you’ll be credited for teaching him how to speak. Once you’re done catching him up on your recent endeavors, or rather, lack thereof, you wonder if he’s been fed. Mando’s gotten used to feeding the child while piloting the Crest, so he’s stored some food up here for him.

“You want a snack?” you ask, holding up a bag of his favorite fruit after rummaging through the small storage bin stashed under your seat. Without hesitation, it flies through the air and into his little palms as he erupts with laughter.

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” you chuckle before turning to his dad. “Why didn’t you wake me when you got up?”

“I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Oh…” you say, pondering his response. Your thoughts lead you to reminisce in last night’s memories once again. It’s still so hard to believe that the Mandalorian was armor-less and cuddled up against you, it almost seems like it could have all been a dream.

“It wouldn’t have bothered me.” You reply, smiling sweetly even though he can’t see it. After a few moments of silence, you find yourself become curious to learn more about him.

“Did you have any dreams?” you wonder.

“Dreams?”

“Yeah, did you dream at all last night?”

“No… I, I don’t think I ever dream.” He states, his voice lingering with uncertainty.

“What? Really? That must be, well… kind of boring.” You huff out a laugh.

“Well, what do you dream about?”

“It depends. Last night I hardly dreamt at all, I could barely even sleep.” At this he turns his chair around to face you.

“Were you… not comfortable?” he sounds sad almost, and definitely unsure of himself. Both emotions you’ve hardly ever seen him express.

“No!” you reach out, placing a hand on his knee while balancing the child on yours. “Last night was so nice, I…. I loved it. I guess I was just surprised you did all of that. It took a minute for it to set in.”

“Do you… not want me to do that again?” his voice hesitates as he speaks, clearly treading through unknown territory. This is your chance to reciprocate his affections.

“I loved being that close to you.” You want him to do that again so badly, but you don’t want to push your luck. “I want you to do whatever makes you comfortable.” You express your feelings to him as genuinely as you can while staring at his visor with kind eyes.

“I’m comfortable with you.” He nods forward slightly at the last word, his voice quieter than before. You smile gently at him as your chest squeezes with joy. When you’d accepted his offer to join him on this mission, you had no idea it would go in this direction, but you’re thrilled it has.

You realize once you land that it’s only midafternoon and you have an entire day to kill before settling in for the night. Mando’s landed the Crest just outside the city walls, which you’re thankful for. You’re close enough to the edge of the city that you’re likely not far from the rendezvous location, but you’re far enough away to not be bothered by the crowds of people you hear in the distance. He’s also managed to land near a wooded area, providing a small amount of coverage.

“Are you hungry?” Mando asks, turning his seat around again to face you.

“Yeah, I could eat.” you poke your finger under the child’s chin, giving him a few tiny tickles. “You’re probably still full. You ate three bags of that fruit!”

“We can eat the food I’ve stored here, or we could head into town.”

“Aren’t we low on credits?” You don’t want to spend too much of his money unnecessarily, but the idea of going out to eat does actually sound pretty nice.

“Not too low.” He responds, likely reading the tinge of excitement in your voice. You grin up at him after thinking for a moment.

“Then… let’s eat out.”

You are beyond excited he agreed to go out for the night. You and Mando never did things like this during your past trips, and on Nevarro, you rarely went out. Other than going to work and then to the bars with Cara, you usually stayed at home. It has been years since your last visit an actual restaurant or anything nicer than the side street dive bars on the planet you’ve grown to call home.

When landing, you saw bits and pieces of the city. The streets were lit up with colorful lights as lively music danced through the air, it looked beautiful and so enjoyable. Because of this, you make sure to grab your nicest set of robes. You’d packed them just in case you came across a rare situation where you’d need the fancy attire, and you’re thanking your past self for having the foresight to do so.

Your most decorative robe is gently tucked inside a small box at the bottom of your backpack. You pull it out and hold it in front of you, admiring the delicate fabric. This outfit has fewer pieces than your daily sets, and the robe is also longer. The robe flows down over your body, nearly to your feet as it hides your short, strapless dress underneath; both pieces a deep, midnight black. Silver gems line the edges of the fabric, and you bet they’ll shine brightly under the city’s multicolored lights.

After dressing yourself and tying the laces of your black sandals up your calves, you go into the ‘fresher to do your hair. It’s been in a braid for the past few hours, and once you unweave it, the strands fall gracefully into soft curls. Taking a step back, you marvel at your reflection. Back on Nevarro, there wasn’t really a dress code for your status underneath the marshal. You could wear whatever you wanted as long as you could fight in it. You wore your robes daily, and always adorned yourself in the jewelry you currently had on, but you’d never gotten tired of the sight. While some may call you self-absorbed for your personal admiration, you prefer to call it superior self-love. Multiple rings hold themselves around your small fingers, and your ears are lined with multiple jeweled piercings. You also wore a silver necklace, matching your silver nose ring. You apply a face cream you packed and even opt to curl your eyelashes. Once satisfied with your look, you turn to exit the small steel room.

The Mandalorian’s footsteps are loud as he descends the rodded steps after enclosing the child in his pram for the night. You turn on your heels and skip out of the bathroom as he hops down onto the floor, greeting him with a smile plastered across your face.

“Ready?” you ask giddily as the warrior turns to face you.

“Where did you…”

“I packed it, just in case.” You explain before he can finish, grabbing the edges of your robe and swirling it around you softly.

“I haven’t worn it in years. Cara and I don’t really get out much, beside the taverns.” You giggle. Your smile fades slightly as you look back up at him standing motionless in front of you.

“Is it too much?” you frown, looking back down at the fabric. Perhaps you’d gotten a bit carried away.

" No, it's..." he clears his throat, "you look nice."

Since Mando’s been here before, you let him show you around. He says he knows of a restaurant that’s close by and leads you there without stopping at any of the surrounding stores or buildings, his hand falling to its now normal spot on your lower back. Though your stomach is growling uncontrollably, you wish you could stop for a moment to take in your surroundings. There are countless ships and other hovering transports darting through the sky above you. The skyscrapers take on multiple shapes and sizes, each projecting different colored lights. All around you are people of each and every creed and bloodline, striding and dancing through the streets of the overly crowded city. Musicians line the streets as they plane instruments you’ve never even seen before. Sadly, the walk is short. You’re led to a small restaurant with a line leading out the front door. To your surprise, each of the individuals step out of the way as Mando strides forward past them, opening the door for you to walk through.

The first thing you notice once inside is the music coming from the band at the front of the large room. It’s lively and fun, and the musicians are clearly having a great time performing. The room is lit up with red and yellow lights and tables and booths line the outer walls, allowing the center of the establishment to be used as a dancefloor for couples and friends enjoying their night. You glance around the room and notice nearly everyone’s eyes turn to you. Well, not really you. They’re focused on the dangerous man behind you. No matter where you go, everyone always seems to be shocked at the sight of a Mandalorian.

Four men stand in the corner off to the side. By the way they’re dressed, you guess they’re the restaurant’s hosts. They bicker quietly amongst each other as they occasionally glance back at you and the Mandalorian, seemingly nervous to serve him. Eventually, one of the men comes over to greet the two of you and begins leading you to a booth. Mando’s hand stays fixated on your back, sliding lower ever so slightly as he guides you through the various groups of people, many of them darting out of the way as the Mandalorian continues striding after the host.

The dominance he displays makes you eye him slightly, a familiar feeling pooling below. While you’ve been enjoying his gentle side as the two of you have begun to grow fonder of each other, blurring the lines between your friendship and something more, you’re beginning to give into your feelings a little more with every hour that passes. You’ve always found him to be menacingly confident, his energy exuding dominance and strength, but you’d never allowed yourself to become attracted to him for it. When you’d first met, he was in a relationship, after that, you were working on yourselves and your careers, and then, he had to help the child escape Nevarro. But now, what’s holding you back?

The host shows the two of you to a booth in the far corner of the room, curving into a U-shape to accommodate to its place against the two walls. Mando pats the curve of your lower back gently as you slide into the booth you’re shown to, causing your face to break out in a red blush. It’s not long though before you decide to use the restroom before ordering. You excuse yourself and head off, but on your way to the room, a female Pantoran approaches you.

“Your robes are beautiful!” she explains, her smile beaming brightly.

“Oh, thank you! I love your piercings!” Her skin is a radiant shade of blue and the jeweled piercings adorning her body shimmer brilliantly under the colored lights. You don’t often see others with as many piercings and silver jewelry as you.

“You’re so sweet! Where did you get your robes?”

“They’re from my home planet, Naboo.”

As the two of you continue to talk, a few more of her friends join in. Each Pantoran is more beautiful than the last, and soon they drag you onto the dance floor with them. You’re not a dancer, nowhere near it. The training you’ve endured over the years hasn’t exactly taught you how to be light on your feet. If Cara could see you know… she’d surely get a kick out of this.

You glance over to see Mando perk up at your situation, but you giggle and shrug to him, assuring him that you’re fine. Though you’re a nervous wreck when you finally get to the dance floor, you try your best to enjoy the moment. After all, you never had moments like this one. Moments where you could be so untroubled, so happy, so free. The last time you can think of a moment like this one would be, well, last night. It’s interesting that Mando’s been involved in both of these rare situations. If you wanted to think longer about it, you could reason that he’s the one that brings these emotions out of you in the first place.

Mando watches you intently as you dance around with your newfound friends, sliding to the curved, back part of the booth to get a better view. He’d cut someone’s hand off before letting them drag him to a dance floor, but he’d happily sit and watch you move through the music for as long as you wanted to. These women were right, your robes are beautiful, but it’s really you that makes them so attractive. Your body is outlined perfectly below the fabric of your long gown as it flows effortlessly around you. He sucks in a breath when he sees you turn, your smile almost blinding. You were so ethereal to him.

“What’s your name?” you ask the woman who first approached you.

“Kalina.” She smiles.

“Thank you, Kalina, for inviting me over, but I think I have to get back to my… uh…” What should you call him? What exactly is Mando to you? “My friend.” You eventually decide on.

“No! We’re having so much fun!”

“I know,” you laugh, “But I really should go back to my table. I feel bad leaving him by himself.”

“Okay,” she pouts, striding over to you. “It was great to meet you. I hope I see you again!”

Before you can respond to her farewells, her sky-tinted hands grasp the sides of your face, pulling you in for a wet kiss. You’re absolutely shocked by her actions as your eyes widen through the kiss. When she pulls back, she frowns at your expression.

“Did you not like that?”

Her question makes you think. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy the physical affection; Kalina is absolutely stunning, and you were no doubt attracted to her. Her body was beautiful, curving delicately in the best places, her light brown hair framing her face perfectly. She had an adorable nose with full lips sitting below it, and green eyes that twinkled under the colorful lights.

But knowing that Mando likely saw the kiss makes nervousness and shame crawl under your skin. Technically, the two of you weren’t together, and in reality, you had nothing to be ashamed of. But at the same time, you don’t want him to think you aren’t interested in him. Shit, how do you go about this?

“No, it’s not that I didn’t like it. I… I really did.” You gulp, flushing at the thought of kissing her again. “But I… I have feelings for someone.”

“Your friend?” she inquires, to which you nod in response. “Well, he’s lucky to have you. See you around, honey.” She smiles sweetly at you, running a finger along your cheek before turning to face her friends.

You make your way off the dance floor and back to the booth. You could practically feel Mando’s gaze as you kissed, there’s no way he didn’t see it. When you sit back down, he doesn’t bring his hand back to your knee. At this, a heavy feeling begins growing in the pit of your stomach, and it’s anything but desirable. There’s an awkward silence between the two of you until you decide to try and break the tension.

“Sorry I was gone for so long,” you laugh lightly, “I’ve never been out dancing. I can’t believe I stayed for so many songs.”

His reply is absent, and you decide to order a few shots for yourself to keep your nerves at bay. He watches you down your drinks, his helmet tilting slightly. His silence is deafening.

“Well… do you want to say anything? Or are you going to stay silent?” you question, annoyed at this point. “Why won’t you talk to me?” you demand.

He sucks in a deep breath before exhaling slowly. “Have I made you uncomfortable?”

“What?”

“Have I made you uncomfortable?” he repeats, sterner this time.

“No, of course not.”

His question confuses you to no end. Why was he asking that? Where did that come from? Wait… does he think because that woman kissed you that you’re not attracted to him? Did he see the kiss and maybe assume the relationships you had in life weren’t heterosexual? I mean, not all of them were, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t interested in him.

“Mando,” you sigh, slipping closer to him.

You shuffle your way to his side so that his left arm rests behind you. You reach for his hand, your nerves subsided by the bright blue alcohol now flowing through your system as you become a bit daring. Placing the leather glove back on your knee, you continue talking.

“You don’t make me feel uncomfortable.” When he doesn’t reply, doesn’t even look at you, you gently lay a hand over the cheek of his helmet to turn him to face you.

“Did you see us kiss?” you decide to ask, officially addressing the elephant in the room.

“Yes.” He replies flatly.

“Did it bother you?”

“Why would it bother me?” His body is stiff against yours as you press further towards him. You grin at his stubbornness.

“I know you’re interested in me.”

Mando’s breathing picks up as you place a hand on his cuirass, your eyes staring into his visor. You smirk at the fact that you’re slowly but surely unraveling the seemingly impermeable warrior before you. He’s acted dominant over you before, not really in obvious ways but in subtle, small ones. His hand on your back, ordering for you, getting your bags for you, inviting you to sleep with him and then holding you through the night.

“Aren’t you attracted to me?” you question, yearning for him to finally come out and say it; because when he does, there won’t be anything holding you back.

“Yes.” He confesses after a moment, his voice murmuring through his modulator. The hand on your knee tightens, causing you to curl your fingers over the top edge of his cuirass.

“Were you jealous?” your grin stays on your lips as you speak to him, loving the control you have in the current situation now that he’s ultimately given in to his feelings. The hand behind you reaches up to grab your waist, now fully holding you against him.

His voice is low and rough as he grunts out his response. Simply your name, a warning.

“Don’t be,” Your delicate hand slips from his cuirass, slowly sliding down until it rests on his lower belt. “I don’t want her. I want you.”

You’re shocked at his impatience as he hauls you through the streets. His grip on your hand is bruising as you struggle to catch up, his strides much larger than yours.

“Wait, Mando!” you call out, grabbing the hand he has on your wrist. He turns to look at you before grabbing your bicep and shoving you backwards into a side alley.

“What are you –”

“You can’t just say things like that.” He huffs, his hands pressing on either side of your head against the brick wall. “You can’t say you want me.”

“What? Why?” your eyes shoot up to his visor.

The words come out sounding childish and whiny, but you can’t help it; you’re extremely confused. You thought you had control back in the restaurant, but it’s clear the grip you had on the situation is falling from your grasp like fine sand through spread fingers. Mando shakes his head at you, hanging it down between his arms.

“It’s making me go crazy.” He admits, his helmet tilting back up to look at you. “Watching you walk around in your bra, pressing your ass against me while we sleep, dressing like this… you can’t say you want me and expect me not to show you how bad I’ve wanted you.”

"Show me," you beg, your hands grasping at the fabric around his neck. "Show me, Mando." Now, you're more than eager to get back to the Crest. His visor stays fixed on your gaze for a short moment before he pulls you off the wall.

"Let's go." He demands while dragging you back to the city's streets and toward the ship.

It’s not long before you reach the outer gates of the city, and the excitement courses through your veins as you know the Crest isn’t too far off. At this point, you’re incredibly turned on by him. His confidence, the reaction he brings out in others, the dominance he displays just by walking through the crowd. You loved being by his side as he led you to your seats, his hand inches from your ass. You can’t believe that he finally confessed his feelings, that he actually voiced his want for you.

When you reach the Crest, you notice he doesn’t open the ramp right away. Instead, you find yourself backed against a nearby tree as his hands find your waist. You grin, loving his returning confidence. He’s so close to you… it makes a shiver run up your spine. You feel like prey… completely vulnerable as he towers over you. Your head swims with thoughts of the previous night, feeling him so intimately close, and you can’t help but reach up to grab his shoulders as your emotions rush over you. You guide him closer, letting his body crowd yours against the wood. Your hands wander a bit further up to his neck as you begin to play with the fabric of his cape. His hands slide down and curve around to your back, landing on the softness of your ass. Gloved hands cup you gently, and you hum happily, his actions spurring you on.

You become bold, perhaps a bit bolder than you should be. Maybe it’s due to the liquor you downed or maybe it’s due to the feelings you’ve let yourself embrace, but you can’t help yourself. His tanned skin peaks out from the fabric you’re fondling, just below his jaw, and you immediately lean forward, nuzzling against him as you plant a soft kiss on his bare skin.

“Cyar’ika,” he groans, his grip now bruising against your soft skin.

A grin forms on your lips at his reaction before you sink your teeth into the skin of his neck, licking and sucking while your hands explore the edges of his cuirass. His breathing picks up as his hands move higher to rub against your back, molding your body against his. After kissing the mark you’ve left on the Mandalorian standing before you, you lean back far enough to stare into his visor, your hand cupping the side of his helmet. Your tongue slips out to wet your bottom lip before biting it as adrenaline rushes through you. This causes one of his hands to grab at your ass once more while the other travels to your upper ribs, just below your bust. His deep breaths rapidly rise and fall as he takes in the sight of you. Your grip on his cape tightens and your eyes shoot back down to the mark you’ve made, causing wetness to pool between your thighs.

“I’ve wanted you… since I first met you.” He admits, his voice quiet. His hands stroke your body lovingly, squeezing gently every now and then.

“Mando…” you breathe out, a little shocked.

You’re taken back a bit by this confession, because it’s something you never knew. Of course, you knew the Mandalorian was fantastic at hiding his emotions, but you never imagined he’d be this good at it. You were only eighteen when you joined the crew you met Mando through. You both were so young and, honestly, really stupid. And anyways, he had already formed a relationship with your other female crew member by the time you joined. You never would’ve guessed he had such strong feelings for you from so early on.

With his gaze still set on you, he glides his other hand up until they both rest below your breasts. You sigh softly, tilting your head back against the tree while he explores you. Your chest pushes up as you arch your back slightly, and you can see his visor very obviously shoot down as the swell of your breasts expands below him. His reaction makes you smirk, and you reach down to grab one of his hands, guiding him to touch you. Leather covered fingers slide up to run along your outer arm, over your shoulder, along your collarbone, traveling down to follow the dip of your exposed cleavage. Your hand drops as his curiosity grows, his finger curling to pull down the hem of you dress even further. While he focuses on your chest, you decide to reach down again, but below his belt this time. It’s easy to find his hardening length pressing against the fabric of his pants, twitching as you grip him in your hand. Pleasure pulses through your nipples as his hands cup your tits, running his thumbs over the hardened peaks. Then, ever so slightly, you feel is hips rock against your palm.

“Please.” It comes out as a needy whine as you accept your loss of control. After all, his dominance was one of the most alluring things about him, and after getting tastes of it here and there… you now craved it.

With your simple plea he leans down a bit, grabbing the back of your thighs to haul you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as your surprised squeal quickly turns into an excited giggle. Your hands find the fabric of his cape once more as he quickly strides toward the silver ship.

Once inside, he turns to close the ramp, sealing the two of you in for the night. His body doesn’t leave yours as he fidgets with the control panel before striding towards the end of the hull, pressing your back against the cool metal. He’s eager to feel you, to feel your skin on his. So eager that it takes just seconds for him to strip his hands of his leather gloves and toss them onto the storage crates in the far corner.

He wastes no time gripping your thighs as he helps you to straddle his waist. You throw your head back, sighing as you feel his solid length pressing against your covered heat. You grip the fabric along his neck and shoulders as parts of his armor rub over your covered clit at the most beautiful angles. Mando’s hands reach for the skin of your ass underneath your tunic, sliding easily underneath the fabric. He palms at your flesh as he moves, rolling your hips against his. Your lips find the exposed skin you’d discovered minutes earlier as you mark him again, and again. One of his hands shoots up to hold the back of your neck, keeping your lips pressed against him as he savors the feel of your lips and tongue on his skin. Oh Maker, was that a moan you just heard? Deep and rough as it came through his vocoder between your heavy breaths.

“You said you want this.” He grunts, “What do you want from me, sweet girl? Tell me what you want.” His begs come out raspy and breathless as he continues grinding his hips into you. The feeling of his hips shamelessly rolling against yours as he gives into his desires as exhilarating.

“I want you, Mandalorian. I want to feel more of you.” You moan out, reaching up to cup the side of his helmet.

Mando growls, low and primal at your words. His body pins yours firmly against the wall as his hands drop from your ass to fumble with his belt. While tightening the grip your thighs have on his waist, you reach down to pull your strapless dress up and over your body, tossing it carelessly to the floor. All you’re left in is your long black robe, your panties, and the sandals strapped along your calves.

“Mando…” you whisper breathlessly as you feel the Mandalorian free himself from the confines of his pants. He tugs at his cock, the tip already leaking against your thigh.

“Do you want this?” he asks, his helmet tilting slightly as he watches your reaction.

“Yes.” You reply instantly, staring down between your bodies as you nod. You wish so badly that you could kiss him, reach up and drag his mouth to yours. Taste his tongue as it danced along yours, swallow his moans while he experienced your body for the first time.

Wetness continues to drip from your folds as you watch him fist himself. The fact that this is all happening while he’s still in his armor, so broad and menacing as the Beskar adorns him, only stokes the flame burning inside you.

He hums, a wondering tone to it as he considers his next move. His other hand moves over your thigh and down to your heat, your clit now throbbing in anticipation as he moves your panties to the side.

“I think I wanna try something else first.” He grumbles, his forehead moving closer to yours while your puppy dog eyes stare up at him.

His fingers reach around the curve of your ass, brushing against you. Even as he moves, sliding his digits through your folds, you can feel his gaze. You’re the first to give in, though, as they roll back once a single finger slips inside. A breath of relief rushes out of you, your body tingling at his touch. His finger is thick inside you, causing exquisite waves of pleasure to begin forming in your hips and lower stomach.

“Yeah?” he huffs out, his voice rough as his finger retracts before pressing back in. A whimper escapes from your lips as he adds a second.

“Fuck, how long have you been this wet?” he groans, pumping his fingers into you, your walls fluttering slightly around him.

“Since you had your hand on my back, leading me through that crowd.” You admit breathlessly, grinding back into his hand.

“Liked seeing you like that. So dominant and intimidating.”

His moan hits the air as you speak to him, full of lust while he works his fingers into you. You cry out once they curl, hitting something delicious inside you. Picking up on your body’s cues, he shifts his pelvis against you just enough for pieces of his open belt to press against your clit.

“Mando, yes!”

“You want to cum, mesh’la?” he asks gruffly as he shoves his fingers in and out of you.

All you can do is nod against him with ragged breaths while you grip onto his pauldrons. You can’t believe this is finally happening, and so far, it’s only been his fingers.

“Then cum. Cum for me. Cum on my fingers, sweet thing.”

That’s all it takes for you to reach your release. It’s sudden, much quicker than with your past partners. The feeling is exquisite as your body tightens and convulses around his fingers, the feeling of his Beskar armor rubbing against your clit making you delirious. You shriek against him as you try to keep quiet, knowing the child is still sleeping. Your breathing is harsh and hurried as bliss pulses through you, forcing you to buck your hips into his hand as you ride out your high.

“Mm…” he sighs happily, massaging your inner channel before removing his fingers.

“Good girl.”

Oh Maker, his voice, his praise. You’ve become a needy mess, and all for him. More of him, all of him. He uses your cum to lubricate his length before positioning himself against your entrance. You grab onto his neck when he lifts you slightly only to lower you back down onto him. You gasp at the sensation as he continues to press into you, slightly pulling his hips back before sinking his length deeper inside. He’s thicker than you’d imagined him to be, and longer than you’d experienced in the past. Each inch stretches you open as he presses into you, shifting his hips up while lowering you further down. The two of you breathe out in unison when he bottoms out inside you, pleasure swimming through your veins at finally engaging in the actions you’ve been fantasizing of.

“Mesh’la,” He mumbles through his modulator. “You’re so beautiful. Not just tonight. Every night.”

Your eyes close as you sigh at his sweet words, smiling happily. When your hand falls on the back of his neck, he leans forward to place his forehead against yours. The tips of your fingers curl into the dark fabric draping down his back as he begins to move, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, beginning to build a rhythm.

You adjust to his length quickly as the pleasure inside you builds once more, welcoming his presence. It’s not long before his gentle hold turns into a bruising grip as he continues moving your hips off of him before slamming them back down. Moans and whines fill the air inside the hull, along with the sound of your body slapping against his eager hips.

“I’ve wanted this – fuck, for so fucking long.” He grunts out, his pace only increasing.

From this angle you can feel the muscles in his lower stomach and upper thighs tighten and flex as he spears himself into you. You gasp when he changes the angle, leaning your hips toward the floor so he can rut down into you. His swollen tip presses deep inside you, finding the sensitive area that makes you see stars.

“Me too, Mando… oh, fuck!” you cry out, trying to use your words but failing to utter any more.

“Yeah? Right there, sweet girl?” He asks, chuckling to himself when you cry out again.

“Yes, yes!” you shriek, taking the full force of him thrusting into you.

“Holy shit, Mando.” He proves to be a quick learner as he glances down, swaying his hips until pieces of his armor rub back over your sensitive clit.

“Can you cum for me again?” Mando asks in a tone so sweet that your heart nearly bursts.

“Please… make me.”

He hammers into you, keeping pressure on that deliciously delicate spot deep within your sex. Your walls clench around him, and your hands grip his armor tighter as you feel your impending release. His head lowers to rest on your shoulder as he continues panting, the friction on your clit increasing with each thrust.

“Mando, I’m… fuck, fuck –” you cry out, smacking your hand against his cuirass as your high crashes into you.

“That’s it, that’s it,” he coos, not slowing himself in the slightest as your orgasm rushes through you.

“Maker, you looked so good… so good in that dress tonight.” He grunts out. “Too many eyes on you,” he continues, “on what I want.”

The Mandalorian groans roughly above you, and your body shivers in response. His heavy panting speeds up as if he can’t catch his breath as he continues talking.

“Making me jealous. Kissing that Pantoran.”

“She – oh shit... she kissed me.” Even through your passionate gasps, you do your best to explain yourself. The aftershocks of your orgasm roll through you as he chases his own high.

“I want you to be mine.” He confesses without hesitation. It’s sudden, surprising, yet it fulfills a desperate need you've had for months.

“I’m yours,” you promise. “I’m yours.”

“Fuck!” he gasps out, his hips losing their rhythm, yet thrusting into you with continued strength. “W – where?”

“Inside,” you whisper devilishly, pressing your face into the fabric between his neck and shoulder, “You can cum inside me. I’m safe, I promise.”

With your reassurance, he lets go. He ruts into you harshly as each white rope spurts out of him. The feeling is foreign to you, but not uncomfortable. It’s warm as it fills you, and you suddenly come to terms with the realization that the Mandalorian just came inside you. The thought alone makes you feel like you could cum on him all over again.

His Beskar cuirass steadies as his breathing calms, eventually slowing his thrusts until your bodies still against each other. Your arms wrap fully around his neck as you nuzzle yourself into him, and he returns your affections by shifting his hands up. Large, strong arms wrap around your back as he holds you against him, his helmet resting on your shoulder. After a few more seconds, he pulls himself out of you and drops you gently to the cool floor below. A hand floats up to brush some hair out of your face before tilting you up to meet his covered eyes. He holds your chin while his thumb brushes over your bottom lip.

“Mesh’la.”

ok first of all i didnt "miss" the red flags i looked them and thought yeah thats sexy

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Climbing Trees

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Summary: Din is fascinated with you and your ability to make everything in life fun again. 

Word Count: 1k

Din loved you. With his entire heart, his whole being and soul, he loved you, and he knew it nearly from day one.

Well. Okay, he had his doubts. I mean, how could he even have known what love felt like? He’d never had someone like you before, never met someone so kind and so fun. You were full of life, and you taught him things he would have never learned without you. And when you were around, he swore the sun shone a little brighter.

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The Bodyguard and the Betrothed - Chapter 1

Din Djarin x afab!reader

Rating: E | 3.5k words

You've always read that being a Princess has its perks, but you think whoever wrote that had to have been mistaken. As the third, unwanted daughter of the royal family of Hapuntep, your life isn't what you imagined when you were younger, still starry-eyed and full of hope.

So when a mysterious stranger shows up and rips you away from the only life you've ever known, you can't help but wonder - is your mundane life about to get better? Or... is it about to get a whole lot worse?

Tags/Warnings: Angst, Bodyguard!Din, some Violence (later on), Strangers to Lovers, and more tags to come!

AN: I feel most comfortable doing one-shots, so trying to step out of my comfort zone with a Bodyguard!Din romance. I have the general plotline written out, excited to share this story with you. (But fear not, there will be plenty of rated E action down the road!) Guessing about 10 chapters in total. ❤️

[Also posted to A03 here!]

Chapter 1 - The Stranger

As the long hours in near-isolation passed, you think back and realize that honestly, you should have seen this coming. In the past few months, you had noticed the whispers around the castle, the furtive looks, but you never dreamed they were directed at you.

Being part of the royal family of Hapuntep, there were certain… expected obligations. Your eldest sister had been betrothed since birth to a handsome prince from Indupar, a monarchical planet in the Ado Sector. Your second sister had married for love, a Lord from the mid rim planet of Ec Pand. And your younger brother - he was to inherit the kingdom, as the only son. He would be married as well, someday, but that was still many years away.

And you - well, you had not married. You had always been treated a little differently than your sisters, the forgotten middle child that was never wanted.

When you were younger, you thought perhaps it was the age gap. Your sisters were 8 and 10 when you were born and at their age, there was nothing interesting about a crying baby. You had assumed it was just that gap that had been stretched too far to cross, but as you got older, you started noticing some interactions that had escaped your younger mind.

They way they treated you, like you were a ghost. And then more specifically, the tone of voice they used when they actually did speak to you. The sneering lips and wrinkled noses as they implied that your parents didn’t want you.

“Daddy didn’t ask for another daughter. He wanted a son.” Your eldest sister had hissed in your ear, late at night, “But it was too late. You showed up, anyway.”

As you grew older, you then thought maybe it was because of your looks. You favored your mother, the same shade of hair and complexion. You thanked the Maker for that more than once when you were alone - otherwise you might have gotten your Father’s weak constitution or his small, watery eyes. It was a wonder that your mother had ever agreed to marry him, and you thought about that often as well.

Your sisters looked like copies of your father, down to the exact texture of hair. Your eyes were different though, the only one in the family with that shade, most likely a recessive gene. Was it jealousy, perhaps, sowed the seed that has lasted for years?

The rumors and theories changed over time, but the ending was always the same. A surprised, unwanted pregnancy. The black sheep. When your mother passed when you were 6 from a bout of Borotavi syndrome, the gap between you and your family only grew further apart, turning into a chasm.

Your father remarried soon after, a beautiful widower whose husband has also recently passed, and she became your stepmother. Your resemblance to your own mother was not lost on her, and there was no affection gained, despite your efforts.

A few years later, they had a child together, your brother Nikolas - the one saving grace in this wretched family. He inherited the best things from both, and somehow the two of you became close. He was your only real friend, the only person you could trust.

Overall, you made the best you could with your lot. You stayed tucked away, and out of sight. Afternoons were filled with quiet activities, reading, studying, academics, most of the time in your room. When you could, you snuck outside, sweet-talking the guards into teaching you fitness routines and self-defense lessons.

Nobody seemed to love you, besides your brother, but nothing was expected from you either. You were perfectly happy living a life of unbothered mediocrity. But all of that changed when he showed up. The day your life changed, forever.

——-

The day had started perfectly normal, not one that would have stuck out in your mind as anything special. You were up with the sun, the light creeping in through the blinds as you hurry into the adjoined refresher to wash up for the day. Even though it was early, you cherished the quiet moments in the castle before everyone started moving around. Yes, it’s true that you were left alone for the most part, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t hear everything going on throughout the day.

Sinking into the basin, you let the water wash over you, enjoying the warmth while it lasted. After you scrubbed yourself clean, you grab the bound book, dog-eared and battered, from the small side-table and find your place from where you left off yesterday.

You stay submerged as long as you can, lost in another world, until your skin prickles from the cold, toes puckered from the water.

Stepping out, you dress yourself in a plain tunic and trousers before heading back to your room. This time you grab another book, a heavy, leather-bound thing from the large table near your small, but efficient, fireplace. This one was borrowed, and you had to make sure you returned it this morning before it was missed. You weren’t forbidden from leaving your room, but you had learned a long time ago it was better to just stay out of sight when possible.

Tucking the book into your bag, you open your door, just enough to peek an eye outside. When the coast is clear, you sneak down the hallway, and into the library.

The large library is quiet, and you have no problem slipping the missing novel back onto the shelf, and picking out another from the opposite side of the room. It goes back into your bag, and then you’re off in search of some sustenance.

Winding your way down the stone steps, you make your way to the kitchen. The room is busy like usual, but there’s always a little cheese, meat, and bread tucked to the side for you. It’s been years since you attended a formal lunch, you always made excuses when you could, and no one ever requested your presence.

One of the cooks, an older man that you had always gotten along with, bumps you with his hip as you’re grabbing the small stash they saved for you. He gives you a conspiratorial wink, and shows you the cloth he has in his hand, containing half a dozen small sweet rolls. He sneaks them next to your other food, giving your shoulder a friendly pat as he moves past you.

You give him a smile and a genuine thanks, taking the cloth-wrapped bundle and tucking it into the pocket of your bag. One or two were for you, of course, you had a major sweet tooth, but the rest were for your brother, if you happened to see him today.

But you didn’t run into him, even though you took the long, winding path back to your room. Part of you wondered if they were keeping him busy on purpose, you had barely seen him lately. He did have lessons, but surely they’d give him a break sometime. You made a note to dedicate tomorrow to tracking him down.

--

Back in your room, the rest of the afternoon had been spent on small hobbies, and then you decided to take a nice, long nap. There’s a low, droning sound as you doze, and your lids crack open as the sound registers in your sleepy brain.

It was the sound of a ship approaching the hangar. Ships in this area were unusual, most of the time they used the public landing pad a few miles down the road, past the south end of town. The one near the castle was private, for the royal family and guests, only. And you hadn’t heard anything about any guests.

You can see the ship touching down from your balcony door, it looked rough, still flying, but rough. Unlatching the lock, you creep outside to watch, the loud droning dying out as the ship touches down and turns off.

A ramp extends from the side, and a figure steps out, the sun glinting off some sort of armor they are wearing. It’s shiny, a chrome-like metal that you can see even from your current distance. They converse with one of the mechanics that approaches him, and after a few minutes as he points an arm towards town. The figure nods, and starts moving out of the hanger and towards that direction.

Achingly curious, you sneak back inside, latching the door behind you. You root around in the chest by your bed, throwing on a brown, threadbare cloak, pulling the hood up over your head.

Sneaking out should in theory be easy, there was hardly anyone in the back staircase, and it lets you out into the side of the garden. Luck seems to be on your side today, and you make it out and through the garden without incident.

By the time you make it down the long pathway to the city, the figure is quite a bit ahead of you. Fortunately for you, they stick out in the shiny metal, even the afternoon shadows creeping in can’t seem to touch it.

They are deep in the market district when you catch up, currently perusing a seemingly vacant stall, the shelves stacked with general goods. The stall is tucked towards the edge of the district, away from most of the foot traffic. The owner of the stall isn’t even visible, but you’re sure they’re behind the cloth canopy draping across the back half.

You stop short, using the shadows of a neighboring stall to watch as they work their way across the countertop, making small, neat stacks of rations and dried meats.

Their movements are subtle, hands ghosting over piles of items in search of whatever supply list they had in their head. You observe quietly for a while, and jump when you hear an almost-robotic sounding voice break the relative quiet.

“Can I help you?” Their tone is flat, the unexpected sound coming from the person in armor in front of you.

You twist your head, looking up and down the aisle to see who he’s talking to. The stall owner has still not stepped out, most likely conversing with their neighbor.

“You, girl. In the shadows.” He clarifies - you assume they’re male from the deep pitch of their voice.

Freezing, you watch as his head turns giving you a good look at his profile. He makes a sound, almost like a sigh, “I can see you. Come on out.”

Oh. He’s talking to you.

You step out of the shadows, walking slowly over towards the booth. He watches you quietly, waiting until you’re standing a few feet away.

You had read about Mandalorians a bit, in some of the older books in the library. There wasn’t a lot about them, from what you understood a lot of their history was passed down orally. But you had never thought you’d get to see one, much less meet one for that matter.

Suddenly aware of your manners, from years of etiquette shoved down your throat, you flush slightly at your own rudeness.

“I apologize,” your nose wrinkles, “It was rude of me to stare, I’ve just never seen a Mandalorian before.”

His head turns back to look at the stall, his voice quiet as he answers, “We do not come to the Mid Rim very often.”

It’s not an outright dismissal, so you tentatively take a step closer. You try to glance subtly at him, taking in what you can as he continues to browse.

He’s tall, a little more than a head taller than you with the armor, and broad-shouldered. His armor gleams, painstakingly polished, and his long cloak, tattered at the ends, catches the slight breeze in the air.

“What, uh,” You offer, when it becomes clear he’s not going to ask you anything. “What brings you to town?”

His hands pick up another small puck of rations, adding it to the stack in his hands. He seems to think about this for a moment, before replying, “Work.”

“Oh.” You hip leans against the edge of the stall, and you pivot to look at him, “Looking for work?”

He shakes his head as he clarifies, “I am here for my employer.”

You want to ask what he does, why he would be here. Your planet is small, and not nearly as technically-advanced as the most of the planets in the Middle and Inner Rim. The was a scattering of settlements across the land, this city being the biggest. But the entire population of the planet would be dwarfed in a city such as Coruscant, or so you’ve been told.

“You’re not a bandit, are you?” You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow, “Or a gangster?”

He probably wasn’t, but over the past few years, the overall crime had risen drastically. Small crime organizations had begun to set up small camps around the bigger-sized cities in the area, harassing the citizens for money in exchange for protection. You knew this because you had heard your Father talk about it, about the pressure of keeping the peace when cities were getting attacked at night.

His head swivels slowly to look at you, his annoyance almost palpable. You flash a smile, and he seems to realize you were teasing him, because he makes noise that sounds like a huff.

“No, I am not.”

“If you’re not a bandit, then what do you do?”

“Are you always so talkative?” His voice is short, and you pause.

“Well, no-” you hesitate, voice immediately apologetic. Your brow crinkles as you look at him, confidence rapidly waning, “I, uh- don’t get to talk that much, actually. Not really supposed to.”

His helmet fully turns to the side now, tilting down towards you. It’s unnerving, looking into the dark tint of a visor, not being able to see a face for context.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, “Not supposed to?”

You shrug, one shoulder lifting and then dropping casually. It would be stupid to tell this man who you are, and you already have been a little too open with this stranger.

A woman steps up to the stall, from a low pile of pillows in the back, saving you from answering. She is old and stooped, hair white with age and long, shining like starlight.

“Sorry dearie,” her voice is birdlike, eyes kind beneath wrinkles of wisdom. “I didn’t realize anyone was here.”

You smile at her, asking her a few questions about how her day was going, as the Mandalorian stacked his purchases in front of her. She tallies them up carefully, whispering figures under her breath as she does.

Before she can give a price, you are rooting around in your bag, pulling out a fistful of credits which you pass to her. You’re not sure how much his rations cost, but you figure you’re probably pretty close.

“They’re on me, for your patience.” Your head tilts as you eye the Mandalorian, your practiced tone almost hiding the embarrassment in your voice. Almost.

“No,” The woman’s hand closes around yours, trying to push some of the credits back, “No, it’s too much-”

“Please.” You turn towards her, smiling gracefully. “Please, for taking up so much of your time today.”

Her hand relaxes, drawing the stack quickly into her pouch. The woman’s eyes meet yours, shining in the afternoon light, “Thank you milady, your kindness won’t be forgotten.”

The Mandalorian is silent next to you, his hands the only thing that moves as he tucks the purchases into the bag slung across his chest. He moves then, giving the woman a short bow of his helmet as he steps out into the walkway again.

“Thank you.” He offers quietly.

He seems to hesitate for a moment, and you’re getting ready to just walk away when he asks, “My ship requires a few mechanical parts, can you point me towards a stall that carries that?”

It’s as close to an apology as you’re going to get, but you take it. You smile with a nod, gesturing with your hand for him to follow you.

--

You don’t learn much more about him as he browses another stall, just that he’s from the Outer Rim, he’s had his ship for a long time, and that he really is there for work, but won’t tell you what.

And that he’s only here until tomorrow, which for some reason makes your stomach twist in disappointment.

The two of you found a stall that had the things he wanted, old pre-empire engine parts for ships. He’s been making a small stack of wiring and mechanical pieces. You have no idea what any of it is, but you still try to help him look, plucking out wires and pieces in the shape he describes.

He finally seems done, a neat pile of parts gathered in front of him as the owner of the stall steps forward.

Before you can offer he’s shaking his head, “I got this, you can’t pay for everything.”

You shrug, hands dropping from your bag. He’s gathering his things and you’re just standing there, debating your next move.

He’s not grumpy, but he’s guarded. But he hasn’t chased you away or dismissed you yet, and although he seems to edit his answers, he does give them.

“Can I walk with you back to your ship?” You summon your courage to ask, “You’re at the northern hanger right?”

You phrase this as a guess - as if you didn’t know, as if you hadn’t been watching him land.

He’s clearly done with shopping, but you’re not ready to leave him yet. The only other person that talks to you regularly is your brother, and he’s been too busy to spend much time with you these past few days. Even his edited answers are a welcome break in your stir-crazy mind.

“Are you sure that’s a smart question?” He counters, but he pauses, turning to face you. “Isn’t it dangerous, walking that far out of the city this late?”

“No, the hangar is close to where I live. And aren’t Mandalorians supposed to be honorable?”

“Some are.” He allows.

“Are you?”

The two of you look at each other for a long moment, before he slowly nods his head.

You huff, “Then how can I be in danger if I’m walking with the most dangerous man in the city?”

He makes a noise, a low hum that almost sounds amused. But then he nods, a short jerk of his head, “Fine. Let’s go.”

You let him lead the way, weaving through the mostly-empty streets as the sun sets. The stalls are closing up, only the taverns and inns staying open at night. By now, your questions are used up, and you can’t think of anything else to ask.

He actually asked you a few questions as well while the two of you walked. If you really live near the hanger, what you were doing in town, but you answered just as vaguely as he did.

The walk, which usually seemed to take forever, seems to be done in just mere minutes. You follow him in, walking over to the large ship near the front.

You hadn’t been on a ship before, and your eyes swept over it greedily for a moment before you realize the Mandalorian was looking at you.

Well, this was it.

“It was nice meeting you, Mandalorian.” You smile, your hands twisting behind you back as you rock on your heels.

“You as well.” His head dips, just a fraction, “Hurry home now, little bird.”

Your heart pounds, eyes trying to soak up as much as you can before you’re turning, feet taking you back towards the pathway. You tell yourself not to look back, but before you step out of the hanger you risk one last glance.

He’s still standing there, gloved hand resting on the smooth side of his ship, body still as stone.

Your head snaps forward again, a flush staining your cheeks as you step back onto the worn dirt road. Looking straight ahead, you don’t look back again as you make your way towards the side of the castle.

When you get back to your room, you change into your sleeping clothes before sliding under the covers. Pulling your favorite book from the stack by your bed, you settle in to read the current chapter.

Despite your efforts, the words twist and blur in front of you, eyes unfocusing as you think about the stranger, the Mandalorian, that was for some reason in your city.

The smooth baritone of his voice, his easy grace when moving. How dangerous he probably was, but how kind he had been to you. He was interesting, the most interesting person you had ever met, even though he had barely told you anything about him.

A long while had passed before you noticed you were looking at the top of the page, still stuck on the first line. Shaking your head, you force those other thoughts out of your mind.

You’re never going to see him again, anyways. Better not to dwell on it.

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References: Hapuntep - From Star Wars Legends, was a planet ruled by a monarchy Indupar - a Mid Rim world in Ado sector. It was the capital of the Induparan Crown Worlds. It was ruled by the Induparan Monarchy and House Indupar. Ec Pand - was a Mid Rim world that was located within the Ado sector, and was one of the Induparan Crown Worlds. Borotavi Syndrome - was a fatal disease caused by eating a deadly shellfish

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