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Tech/Reader | 1.5k | Rated E | smut, afab!reader, oral sex, Tech pov (mainly), Tech internal thoughts, slight possessive!Tech
He had never been one for flowery words, but as he closed his eyes he realized he understood now what the poets meant about devouring one another.
a/n: originally started out as a follow-up to auxilium, but ended up just being better as a stand-alone.
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Techâs sat on your floor, surrounded by communicator parts. He had offered to repair it for you when you mentioned it was malfunctioning. You had agreed, knowing that even if you said it was fine, you'd find it missing one day and returned, good as new, the next.
He comes over to your place more often, now. The first few times you had hovered anxiously, unsure of if you should find some way to entertain him, worried that you were boring him.
"I enjoy being in your company," Tech had stated matter-of-factly, halting your nervous fussing. Since then, youâd relaxed, going about your own activities while he worked on various projects.
He had built you some clever devices, intended to make your life easier. A tea kettle that would ping to your wrist comm, letting you know when it was at the perfect brewing temperature. A sensor on your door that actually worked, so you didnât have to risk opening it up just to find some drunk passed out on your step.
Tech struggled to give voice to his feelings. He sometimes lacked the nuance that came easily to others regarding certain topics. It was easier for him to simply do. Every time he soldered a wire or tightened a bolt, it was a little testament to his affection towards you.
The sound of the bathroom door caught his attention. He watched as you emerged, toweling your damp hair, dressed only in underwear, content to let the rest of your body air dry.
He appreciated that you felt comfortable enough to share some of your quirks around him. In fact, Tech appreciated many of the small habits he observed in you - this one included, and not just because you were bare. Sometimes, he found himself musing about them while waiting for data to compile or during hyperspace journeys.
The way you flip your tools in your hands idly. There was a callus on one of your fingers, from the friction, and he could sometimes feel it when you touched him in certain sensitive places.
The lines between your eyes, when you frown. The subtle asymmetry of your brows, one rising higher than the other.
He likes that you donât roll your eyes when he rambles, sitting through many impromptu lectures in good grace. The way that youâll remember where he last left off, ask genuine questions, and invite him to continue.
He appreciated how he could sense when you wanted him to kiss you: your eyes darting to his lips, hands tensing and relaxing.
He cherished the tremble of your skin under his touch, whether his palm was spread over your abdomen or between your shoulder blades.
You sat on the edge of your bed, towel draped over your arm, looking humorously at the parts spread out on the ground.
âYouâre going through a lot of trouble for me,â you joke. âIâd still like you even if you didnât fix everything I own.â
âItâs no trouble,â Tech replies softly. Your knee is next to his head, droplets of water evaporating into the dry air. He can see the goose prickles on your skin.
A soft smile on your lips. âDonât you have to go soon?â
Tech hums thoughtfully. His squamates were becoming suspicious of his increased absences. It was Echo who had approached the topic most directly, weeks ago on a long hyperspace transit back to Ord Mantell.
Tech didnât know exactly why it bothered him or why he felt somewhat possessive over the knowledge. Over you. He had kept his tone neutral in response, hoping Echo would get the hint that it wasnât something he wanted to talk about. The former ARC trooper didnât look convinced but had dropped the subject.
It didnât stop him from paying you a visit the very next day, however. And the day after that. And most days since then.
âYes,â Tech decides. âBut I want to be here.â Placing his hands on your knees, he pushes himself up and over you. You eye him, leaning back to keep his face in view.
He slots himself over your body, pressing his nose just above your belly button. Your skin, still slightly damp, smells wonderful.
âTech," you mewl halfheartedly. âI just washedâŠâ
He trails his nose down to the apex of your thighs. âYou can wash again,â he breathes, kissing the fabric of your panties over your mound.
You must realize itâs a lost cause because you lean back with a sigh and throw an arm over your tired eyes.
He kisses you through the fabric, suckling softly, The fabric grows wetter between his tongue and your slick. He can see the color of your skin through the translucency, swollen and waiting for him. But he has the time, and the patience, and the desire to make this last.
Pulling the fabric to the side, he flicks his tongue over your clit, making you squirm. Your thighs twitch, and he knows you want to prop them up. He obliges you in this way, letting one of them lift over his shoulder. The other he pats, enjoying the plush way they mold under his hand.
More than one previous lover had made remarks about âusing his mouth for other thingsâ, insinuating that his clever tongue could be used for more than wit. It had never really sat well with him before, the suggestion that he was too much, too talkative, that his mouth would be more useful to them elsewhere.
Tech didnât feel that way about you. He could spend hours between your legs, memorizing you through touch and taste alone. He took great offense at leaving any job half-done, and this was no exception. He wasnât satisfied until you were satisfied, and even then he would be so hyper-focused at times that it wasnât until youâd pry him away with shaking hands that heâd realize you were moments away from passing out from pleasured exhaustion.
Tech moves the hand on your thigh down to ease two long fingers into you. Glancing up, he can see those lines between your brows, eyes screwed shut. He feels you tense and then relax, caught between adjusting to the new sensation and giving in to the continued assault from his mouth.
Heâs careful, delicate almost. His tongue curls around your clit, his teeth just barely creating pressure. You pulse with it and he releases, wanting to draw this out further. He likes when youâre desperate for it, writhing and rambling nonsense. It wonât be until youâve begged, pleaded, bargained that heâll let you come. Tech likes to be awash in your praise - it makes his cock throb to hear how good he does it, how good he makes you feel.
Itâs more than just physical pleasure, too. Tech supposes he could have stopped himself from falling in love with you. Love was powerful and dangerous. It wasnât predictable and defied attempts at pathology. It required one to give up control and give in to vulnerability. It wasnât logical, and it wasnât something he had ever prioritized before. Lust was much simpler in comparison.
You threw unknown variables into the carefully charted graph of his mind, his perception of who he was, and his place in the galaxy.
It was overwhelming, at times. Something that would need to be parsed out eventually, tallied, and taken inventory of. But for now, he channeled it into attending to your body, focusing solely not on what he thought but on what he could feel, on the lust coursing through him.
The shadows on the wall change and the dimmed lights click on before Techâs finished with you, pulling back to see you panting. This was some of his best work so far, he thinks, wiping his chin absently. His cock, pressing against his blacks, is achingly hard. He lets it pulse as he watches you, enjoying the edging sensation. Heâll let you decide, once youâve gathered yourself, if youâd like to go any further. And if you decide that youâre tapped out, thatâs all right - just as much as he likes to feel your mouth on him or be buried in your cunt, he likes to sit back and have you watch him stroke himself until heâs coming hard over his hands or spraying over your stomach.
Youâll attempt to apologize later, but heâll quiet you with his lips. Why should you apologize, when youâve given him as much as you have? When he desires you so intensely? When you sate the monstrous appetite he didnât know he possessed? Heâd have to find the time, the courage, to figure out what it all meant. What he wanted, what you wanted, and what - realistically - was possible.
But now was not that time, he knows, as you push yourself up and pull him closer. Tech holds your head as your trembling hands pull down his blacks, breath leaving him shakily through his nose as you take him into your mouth.
He had never been one for flowery words, but as he closed his eyes he realized he understood now what the poets meant about devouring one another.
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auxilium
Tech/Reader | 2.1k | Rated E | smut, desperation, choking, dom!Tech, sex pollen
Tech needs your assistance in dealing with a problem you are all too familiar with.
a/n: thank you all for the comments and reblogs đ„ș
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The persistent knock at your door jolted you from slumber's embrace. With a groggy eye, you checked the time, puzzled by the unexpected disturbance at this hour. You were not expecting anyone, and it was not uncommon for someone stumbling home from the bars to mistake your door for their own.
Another insistent rap echoed, urging you to rise. Rubbing away sleep, you approached the door, activating the sensor to reveal its caller.
A shock of blond hair greeted you. "Omega?" Surprise flickered as you took in her presence, rarely seen without her protective entourage of brothers.
"Tech sent me to fetch you. Says he needs your help," she explained, a bounce in her step.
Raising a brow, you inquired, "Help with what?"
"Dunno," she shrugged. "We just got back from a mission. He said itâs urgent."
A tinge of concern pricked your senses, but you nodded, excusing yourself to prepare. Unsure of what Tech could require, you hastily gathered an assortment of tools, stuffing them into your pack just in case.
Omega chattered incessantly as you made your way to the hangar, but your thoughts were elsewhere, mulling over the possibilities. Tech, with his incredible intellect, rarely sought assistance. Yet here you were, summoned for some unknown crisis.
Upon reaching the hangar, you found the Marauder parked in its usual spot, but Tech was conspicuously absent. Hunter, Wrecker, and Echo loitered nearby, each absorbed in their own tasks.
"What's the situation?" you inquired as you approached. Hunter glanced up from sharpening his knife, acknowledging your presence.
"Dunno. Tech asked for you. He's inside," he gestured towards the closed ramp.
"Is everything all right?"
"He's being a jerk," Wrecker grumbled, busy with a crate of explosives. "Been like that since we got back."
"Kicked us out of the Marauder," Echo added. "Said not to return until he says so.â
What an odd situation, you thought to yourself. Most of the time it was others taking time away from Tech, not the other way around. And while he could be blunt, he was rarely outright rude or mean.
With a groan, Hunter rose and motioned to the rest of the squad. âWeâre grabbing a bite to eat, freshening up supplies," Hunter explained, patting your shoulder as he passed. You thought you detected a smirk before he turned away. âGood luck.â
â
The Marauder's door whispered shut, leaving you in the subdued light of the corridor. A peculiar tension hung in the air.
"Tech? It's me," you called tentatively into the quiet.
"Up here," his voice directed you toward the front of the ship. Tech's familiar silhouette was outlined against the closed shutters.
Approaching the cockpit, you spoke again, uncertainty coloring your words. "Omega said you needed me? I brought some tools -"
"They won't be necessary," Tech cut in. As you neared, you could see him seated in the pilot's chair, hands clasped in front of his mouth. His brow was furrowed as if in concentration, though his gaze remained fixed on the floor.
"What's going on? Are you hurt?" you asked, setting your pack down.
âNo," came his flat response. "Not exactly." His tone was flat, controlled and measured, but you got the feeling he was trying very hard to keep it that way.
You observed a bead of sweat trickle down his temple, his leg bouncing with nervous energy.
More tense silence. Patiently, you awaited his explanation.
"We were acquiring a shipment of a certain plant, known for inducing a hypnotic effect when distilled. While in the greenhouses, I was unexpectedly exposed to it."
"I made a⊠miscalculation," Tech continued, his voice strained. "I didn't anticipate such a visceral reaction to its raw form."
"What do you mean?" you prompted gently.
"I suspect that, in normal individuals, the reaction would resemble the amatory agent you encountered in that abandoned outpost. But for me, an enhanced clone -" He paused, exhaling sharply through his nose.
"I'm not certain, but I believe its effects were amplified within my nervous system," he explained. âI was designed with enhanced intellect. My brain works faster and more efficiently than others. And it seems that instead of impacting me less, metabolizing faster, it impacted me more.â
A beat of silence stretched between you, anxiety beginning to grip your chest. "That sounds⊠unpleasant," you offered sympathetically.
He exhaled through his nose in an exasperated attempt at a laugh. âNormal decontamination procedures didn't work," Tech explained, his voice carrying a weight of urgency. "I tried several antitoxins. I only have one option left, which is why I asked for you."
His head lifted, revealing a desperation in his eyes that you hadn't seen before. Behind the tint of his goggles, his dilated pupils betrayed his distress.
"Please understand that you can refuse," he said, his jaw tense with effort. "I debated whether I should even ask this of you, considering what it could do to you - to us."
You understood his unspoken request, though a part of you hesitated. Another bead of sweat traced down his jaw. You thought about how lucky you had been to have Tech to help you with your situation. Sometimes, late at night, you thought about what would have happened if he wasnât there to help, and with resolve, you decided.
"Of course," you said, swallowing hard and setting down your bag. "I'll help you, Tech."
Relief softened his features slightly as he rose from his seat, replaced by a dark intensity. You stepped back slightly, shorter form quickly dwarfed in comparison to his height.
"You're the only person I trust for this," he murmured, voice cracking. Moving towards you, Tech took your hands. Guiding you towards the rear of the ship where the bunks were located, he used a slight stumble as an excuse to hold you more firmly.
"It's going to worsen before it gets better," you warned as Tech helped remove your top.
"I do not like losing control of my faculties," he admitted, his voice strained. "This isâŠdifficult for me."
"I understand," you reassured him, more clothes slipping off as you moved towards your destination.
There was a flash of desperation in his eyes before he turned you around and guided you onto a low cot.
"Forgive my haste," Tech said, his voice stilted as he pulled down your undergarments. The sound of his own clothes hitting the floor followed.
You were not exactly ready for it when he entered you, and there was a slight burn and pinch as he settled into place behind you. Your breath hitched, and you bit down on the pillow you were clutching and winced through it.
Tech hissed out some unintelligible curses, his form coming down to press against you. His cock felt like iron, pressed in as far as it could go. You tried to spread your thighs wider, allowing him more space to chase relief.
He settled his face into the crook of your neck, and you could feel the rumble of the groan that left him.
âYouâre so good,â he breathed out. âSo goodâŠâ You flushed at his words, remembering how it felt the first time he had touched you. If Techâs reaction was compounded, as he theorized, then you could only imagine how being inside of you was making him feel now. The initial feeling of relief was barely more than an afterthought once the need for further stimulation took over.
He was rambling, nonsensical professions of how tight, wet, perfect you were. His breath was hot against your ear, perfect composure betrayed by the substance coursing through his body.
It was animalistic, how he was mounted over you. Tech was someone you did not initially associate with ferocity. He was calculating, and intense. You would even venture so far as to call him egotistical and devious at times. His strengths were far more internal than external, but as he moved his entire weight over your body, the only word you could think of was fury.
Fury at his inability to solve this problem on his own. Fury at his incredible capacity for intelligence and logic being overrun by forces outside of his control. You knew how it felt because you had felt it yourself, in your own way, all those months ago in a dusty storeroom.
âI saw visions,â Tech croaked from where he had his face buried in the side of your neck. You tried to focus your eyesight. âFrom the plant. D-did youâŠ?â
âN-no,â you managed to gasp out, breath hitching with every thrust. The desperation, the intense burning in your blood, the mindless pursuit of satisfaction, yes, but visions had not been a part of your experience.
A shallow laugh, and he brought his face up from your skin. âUnder different circumstances, perhaps I would have a better explanation for what they were exactly.â
Suddenly he moved from inside of you, and before you could collect yourself you were flipped over onto your back. Tech hovered above you, spreading your legs to let himself back between.
âWhatever they were,â Tech breathed as he sheathed himself back into you, âI did not fully comprehend the meaning of desire before now.â
He lifted your leg up, still thrusting slowly into you. He pressed his lips gently to the side of your knee, staring at you with dark, hooded eyes.
You couldnât tear your gaze away from his. This was a side of Tech you had never seen.
One of his hands came to settle across your exposed neck. You swallowed roughly, feeling his hand move with the motion. It was not hard enough to hurt or do any damage, but the pressure was unfamiliar. The sensation of your airway being ever so slightly restricted reminded you that the man currently fucking you was dangerous, powerful. He was someone designed to analyze every detail, to come up with solutions to problems before they even happened, for winning battles other soldiers would have lost.
His hand moved up, a thumb caressing the curve of your jaw, and you closed your eyes with the motion of it.
He had your life in his hands. He was using you, and you were letting him because you trusted this man utterly. Even with his current state, you could feel the genuine affection he had towards you. He was rough, straddling the line, but you knew, deeply knew, that he would never willingly hurt you.
Here, now, he was no longer a soldier, a carefully constructed intellectual weapon designed for war. He was simply a man, reduced to his most basic, instinctual needs. And you were the only being in the galaxy who he sought to sate the fire inside of him.
The hand that was holding your leg up moved to where he was pistoning in and out of you, and rubbed his thumb over your clit.
âIs it like this for everyone?â Techâs voice is hoarse. You frown up at him, unsure of what he means. His eyes flutter, then close. Heâs lost in between your thighs, that ironclad resolve long gone with every squeeze of your cunt around him.
You know heâs close. Youâve learned his tells - his brow furrows, exaggerating the lines ever-present in his forehead. His hips falter but his grip on you holds tighter, desperate to maintain as much control as he can.
You asked him once what his orgasm felt like. He had described to you in detail how his testicles would tighten and his cock head would grow stiff in the microseconds before ejaculation. He had you stick your finger into your mouth and suck, explaining that it was the closest you could get to experiencing the same kind of sensation. You remember the intensity that he had watched you with, eyes scanning as if to memorize the way your tongue suckled around your fingers.
The relief that comes with his orgasm is palpable. He hitches your thighs under his arms and presses his entire form into you, making you squirm and gasp. The breath is knocked out of you as he fucks his spend as deep as it will go, the burning in his blood leaving him with every rock of his body.
You spend hours there with him, moved into every position you can think of and several you couldnât. The initial pinch of his cock into you, unprepared, is replaced by what feels like a never-ending trickle of his spend out of you.
With every orgasm, he presses his mouth to your cheeks, your eyelids, your forehead, your mouth. And you accept them with the eagerness of someone who knows they are needed, desired, yearning to be filled. You lose yourself to exhaustion long before he is sated, content in the knowledge that Tech is finding what he needs in you.
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vox in absentia
Tech/Reader | 1.5k | Rated E | afab reader, no y/n, smut, mutual masturbation, voice kink, descriptions of male and female anatomy
Tech has a thing for voices.
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The sound of the Marauderâs shutters closing rumbled softly through the empty cockpit. Tech powered down all but the most rudimentary systems - proximity sensors, life support, etc. He had the ship to himself for the next few hours, under the guise of making repairs. His brothers and Omega were off elsewhere, completing their own tasks. And while he had been making repairs, he was finished in enough time to indulge himself.
You were gone, away on a job off-world for a couple of weeks. Tech would not have considered himself to have a particularly high libido, but he realized he had become used to seeing you at least once a week for a friendly âget togetherâ, sans clothing. He felt a bit more pent up than he would otherwise, and while it was nothing he couldnât just power through, he had the time and materials to satisfy himself. Materials he had been holding on to for this exact moment.
When you had mentioned youâd be gone for a bit, he hadnât thought much of it. However, as your departure drew nearer, he felt himself becoming irritated at the idea of being celibate until you returned. Not irritated at you specifically, but just at the situation as a whole, and perhaps just a little at himself for the dependency.
The two of you werenât a couple. Neither of you felt it necessary to make that jump. The lives you led did not leave much time for thinking about the future. Both of you knew, deep down, that this was temporary. It was a kind of unspoken agreement, not said so much as felt, in lingering gazes, candid goodbyes, and long nights alone.
You were friendsâŠfriends that slept together occasionally. Who promised to tell the other if they were sleeping with anyone else (for health reasons, of course), though neither of you had ever entertained the idea. For you it was mainly a matter of security - Tech, being the first man you slept with, was someone you trusted to guide you through the journey of becoming sexually active. For Tech, it was a matter of familiarity - he was attracted to you, the two of you got along, and you were relatively nearby. Why waste time and energy seeking out different partners if there was someone who could satisfy those urges already accessible?
Solution-focused as ever and faced with the knowledge of impending abstinence, Tech approached you the day before you left with a request.
You had raised a brow at him, hesitancy in your gaze. âYou want to record me?â
âJust your voice,â Tech clarified, hands twitching. He had taken some thought into how best to approach this without scaring you off, and he did not want to make you uncomfortable.
âMy voice,â you repeated. You knew he liked to collect sounds - he had shown you several of his favorites that he had saved over the years - but could not quite process his intent.
âI mean, I donât really mind,â you shrugged. âButâŠwhy?â
Clearing his throat, Tech kept his gaze steady.
âYou are leaving on a job,â he stated.
âYes,â you affirmed, nodding your head.
âAnd you will be gone for a while,â he continued. You nodded again, confusion still evident on your face.
âAndâŠâ Tech paused, brilliant mind racing with how best to explain his thought process. âIâŠhave a thing. For voices.â
Realization blossomed across your features, your eyes widening and your mouth opening into a small âoâ. You met his gaze, though he could tell you were fighting the urge to duck your face shyly.
âYour voice, in particular,â Tech rambled on. âI was hoping youâd allow me to record the way you sound underâŠspecific circumstances. Influenced by certain variables.â
The idea of Tech using the sound of you to get himself off was not something you had ever thought of prior to this moment, but youâd be lying if you said you werenât intrigued.
In the end, you agreed. You asked if you could record something alone and then send it to him, which Tech had no problem with. In fact, the idea of waiting for such a recording was tantalizing in and of itself.
An audio file was pinged to his data pad late the next day. He mused in appreciation at the level of encryption you had placed upon it and even added a few security measures of his own in the interest of your privacy.
He held off on listening to it for a few days. He had his own duties, jobs to complete. And, though he had not anticipated it, just the knowledge of what was waiting for him was heightening the entire experience.
Now, nearly a week into your absence, the anticipation was nearly too much to bear. The mission always came first, the safety of his squad, but nowâŠnow he had time.
Tech made sure the audio was connected to his private channel and not the one shared between his squad mates - that would be embarrassing - and settled back on his cot. Queuing up the file, he relaxed and closed his eyes, allowing the sounds to wash over him.
He could hear the rustle of cloth - you must have been on your bed.
âHi Tech,â you breathed, and a shiver ran down his spine. He hadnât been lying when he said he had a thing for voices, and hearing you speak to him, recorded purposefully just for him, just for the purpose of his pleasure was wickedly delicious.
âIâve never done this before,â you murmured coquettishly, and his lips quirked up into a small smile. âSo if itâs not good, maybe next time you can give me a lesson on what exactly youâre looking for?â
His cock twitched at your suggestion. âVixen,â Tech groaned quietly, hand coming up to palm himself lightly over his blacks. Your shyness was genuine, as was your eagerness - a combination of traits he found particularly enticing about you.
More rustling, and he imagined you settling yourself into a similar position to his own.
A soft sigh, and the sound of skin running over skin. You had told him that you did not have much experience in self-pleasure, but Tech could tell your confidence was growing every time you slept together. You were learning what you liked, and now he was hearing the results of his labor of instruction.
He reaches into his blacks, pulling out his hardening cock, and gives it a slow pump. In his ears is the soft sound of your smooth skin, quiet squeaks and whimpers. When one of your moans is cut off he knows itâs because youâve bit down on your lip, brow furrowed in concentration.
âWhen I touch myself,â you whisper, and Tech holds his breath to hear you better - âI think about you.â
He imagines you pinching one of your nipples into a hard peak, the flesh there sensitive. He knows you like it when he pays attention to you there.
âAnd knowing that youâre listening to me, getting off to the thought of me,â you breathe out with a gasp, and Tech squeezes the leaking head of his cock in response. âItâŠfeels good, Tech.â
He tips his head back, eyes closed tightly. The way you whisper his name, your voice low and husked, sends bolts of arousal straight through him. Stars, this was such a good idea.
The audio file bristles, and he hears you shift your recording device. A brief silence is then cut by a wet sound, and he knows your hand is now between your thighs.
ââMâalready close,â you laugh breathlessly, and Tech thinks âgoodâ, because so is he. He pauses his steady strokes, removing his hand from his aching cock to prolong this pleasure as long as he can. It bobs against his abdomen, head dark and insistent, but he resists. He wants to hear you come.
Your leg shifts, and he can hear how your breathing becomes stilted. His cock throbs in response. His balls twitch, heavy and waiting. His eyes are still shut, his breathing quiet and paused as he waits for your cue.
âGonna come,â you gasp, and Techâs hand immediately returns to its dutiful ministrations. He pumps himself roughly alongside the sound of you, matching your pace, wishing to finish at the same time you do so he can imagine the way your cunt squeezes and flutters around him -
A quiet wail, muffled by you burying your face in your pillows, signals your orgasm. Tech groans in kind, hips thrusting up to meet his hand once, twice, and then he is coming as well. He throws his head back, tongue coming out to wet his lips as he spills all over his fist and abdomen. His cock is sensitive from the days of anticipatory edging, and he has to let go in the middle of his release. He pulses out more spend as his cock falls heavily against his shuddering stomach.
He hears the sound of your breathing begin to calm, and he uses it to ground himself. âSorry, it was short.â He can hear the shy smile in your voice. âBut I couldnât hold back.â
Tech sighs out heavily, throwing one arm over his eyes and matching the sound of your smile with a small grin of his own. He wasnât expecting to feel so exhausted after this experience, his body still tingling from residual bliss.
Heâs on the edge of sleep as he hears you signing off.
âSee you soon, Tech,â you whisper. âHave fun.â
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you are too kind omg. thank you for the praise đ„ș
ephemeris
Din Djarin/Reader | 3.4k | Rated E | afab reader, no y/n, modern setting, voyeurism, accidental voyeurism, masturbation, mutual masturbation (technically), pining, neighbors to lovers, single parent Din Djarin, slight/vague age difference, slight mention of blood, Din is lonely and doesnât want to admit it
Din is not excited about getting a new neighbor.
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Modern Din/Scholar!Reader
a/n: Technically the same scholar!reader as in my other fics. This can be read alone/separately.
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The rumor that Rex will be in the Ahsoka series gives me anxiety only because Iâm afraid weâll have to watch him dieđ§đ»ââïž
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Rex/Reader | 1.2k | no y/n, afab reader, smut, penis in vagina sex, medical imagery, minor injuries, hurt, comfort, fluff |
Rex never stays long, but you take what you can get.
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âWe have to stop meeting like this, Captain.â
Rex shot you a crooked smile, hand pressed against his side. The tall clone leaned against the doorway of your tiny clinic, broad form silhouetted against the dim light of your makeshift lamps.
âHow else are you going to stay in business if youâre not patchinâ me up?â Rex stepped forward, a wince on his lined features as he collapsed onto your exam table. You shot him a concerned look as you rolled over on your stool towards him. He waved it away, moving his hand to let you take a look at his injury.
âSânot serious,â Rex mumbled. âReg just grazed me.â You frowned as you pulled up his tattered blacks, sticky from the blood oozing out of the wound.
âGetting slower in your old age?â You teased lightly, wiping around the wound with a topical anesthetic. He was right, it wasnât a serious wound, but youâd have to seal it up and that in itself wasnât a pleasant procedure.
Rex huffed above you. âYouâre technically older than I am, sweetheart.â
You smiled at the nickname. âFair enough.â
The two of you settled into an easy silence as you treated his wound. Years of hard war and toil on his body had made Rex used to worse injuries than this, but you were careful to treat his injury gently. He deserved a little gentleness.
âThere we go,â you announced as you applied the last bandage and pulled his blacks back down over his toned abdomen. âIâd say good as new, but well-â
âCheeky,â Rex tapped your hand in thanks and got off the table. You eyed him as you pulled off your soiled gloves and began to put your tools aside to sterilize them.
âYou should rest,â you pressed, recognizing the determined look on Rexâs face. âWhatever it is you have to do, it can wait âtil morning.â
Rolling his shoulders, Rex tried to hide the wince from the movement.
âDoctorâs orders,â you added firmly, nodding your head towards the back room. âGo lay down for a while, Captain.â
He arched a brow at your authoritative tone. âPulling rank on me, doc?â
âIf thatâs what it takes to get you to take care of yourself,â you challenged, not unkindly, and Rexâs gaze softened.
âYou take good care of me,â he said softly, hand reaching out to stroke your chin gently. You smiled at the touch, looking up into his tired eyes.
âSomeone has to.â
â
A little while later you turned off the lights and machinery in your exam room and locked up before stepping quietly into your back room. It was a small space, barely enough room for your bed and living necessities, but it was enough - especially for a doctor working under the table like you, treating deserters like Rex.
The ex-captain was laid out on top of your sheets, stripped down to his base layers. His eyes were closed, breaths leaving him softly as he slept.
You undressed and went through your nightly routine, washing the day's events from your tired skin with your limited supplies. Your favorite soap was running low, you noticed. Youâd have to find a way to procure more.
Turning your lights down, you padded quietly over to the bed and slipped in next to Rex. With a nudge Rex turned over onto his side, allowing you to press up against him. You nuzzled your face into his firm back, inhaling his scent deeply and allowing yourself to relax into him.
âYou remember when we met?â Rex asked, voice husky from sleep. You smiled against him, thinking back to the day youâd been introduced to the blonde clone captain.
âYou dragged one of your men into my tent, demanding he be seen immediately,â you murmured quietly. âI remember not being impressed.â
You felt Rex laugh lowly. âAs I recall, you chewed me out for barging in while you were elbow-deep in a Balruthianâs chest cavity. My men didnât let me live that down for months.â
âServed you right,â you grinned sleepily.
âI redeemed myself in the end,â Rex continued, rolling over to face you.
âJuryâs still out on that,â you teased, looking up at him through your lashes. His signature smirk was his response as he drew you closer, arms coming to wrap around your waist.
His arched nose nuzzled against yours, the two of you moving together sleepily. âWell then, I guess I should work harder.â
Your lips met slowly, carefully - both of you tired and aching from the weariness of life under the Empireâs boot. It was a hard existence, full of sorrow and loss, and more bad days than good. It was moments like these, tangled together in the dark, that allowed you two to focus on something sweet - something that made the hard days worth it.
You slipped your hands up Rexâs side, careful to avoid the bandaged wound as your fingers danced over his warm flesh. His hands in turn slipped your thin shorts down, kneading the soft flesh of your backside and hoisting one of your legs up over his hips.
It was a wonder, you thought aimlessly as Rex pushed down his own bottoms and lined himself up with your slick entrance, that the two of you found each other again after the Republic fell. It was a big galaxy, endless, both of you hunted by the Empire, allies few and far between.
The two of you sighed in unison as his cock entered you, hands gripping tighter as you rocked together. Every press of his body against yours felt like the first time - two lonely, lost people seeking comfort in the arms of someone they could trust.
âRex,â you breathed against his mouth, little pants leaving you with every firm thrust of his hips. He answered you with a low rumble, the hand gripping your thigh hoisting it higher, closer. You knew he liked how you sighed out his name, especially when he was inside you like this. He was a man made for war, designed without regard for softness, sweetness, or pleasure. The first few times the two of you laid together he altered between uncertain hesitancy and unbridled eagerness, inexperience giving way to thoughtless desire. As time went on, the two of you settled into an easy, familiar rhythm - an understanding of each otherâs needs in body and mind.
Neither of you were in any great hurry, finding just as much pleasure in the motions of your lovemaking as anything else. Rex, true to his design, ensured you reached your climax before he allowed himself to release into you, shuddering and mouthing your name wordlessly against your arched, bared throat.
When dawn arrived heâd kiss your temple and slip silently out of your bed, disappearing for who knows how long, off doing who knows what. Youâd lay there, missing the warmth of him against your chilled flesh, wondering when - or if - youâd see him again.
For now, though, you lay entangled together, bodies trembling in satisfaction until sleep steadied your breathing. Some nights the two of you would talk quietly, thinking about the future, planning for the worst-case scenarios, and dreaming about the best-case ones. Both of you knew you couldnât count on another day with each other, but thinking about the what-ifs helped fill the loneliness and despair that crept in on those long, solitary nights.
âSleep,â you muttered against Rexâs temple, breathing in the scent of him as he relaxed into your hold. âIâll be here when you wake.â
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Din Djarin/Reader | 2.8k | Rated M | afab reader, no y/n, modern setting, pining, neighbors to lovers, single parent Din Djarin, slight/vague age difference
Dinâs new neighbor continues to draw his attention.
Modern Din/Scholar!Reader
Part 2/? to ephemeris
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He avoids you for the next few days, uncomfortable with the knowledge of what he did, the knowledge of having heard something so intimate without you being aware.
It lasts only until he hears a crash from his balcony one late evening. He pauses from where he is washing the dishes from dinner, afraid for a brief moment that Grogu managed to unlock the door again. A babble makes him realize that his son was currently spread out on the rug watching something on his tablet, so whatever it was that made the noise was thankfully not from him.
Drying his hands and tossing the hand towel over his shoulder, Din goes to the sliding glass door and peers outside. Itâs dark, but he can see movement from the direction of your patio. The sound of a muffled curse draws his interest, and he slides the door open and steps into the cool evening air.
He can see the top of your head over the partition and walks over to look over the concrete to where you are standing with your hands on your hips.
âYou ok?â Din ventures, and you jump at the sound of his voice. Turning to face him, thereâs a look of embarrassed frustration on your soft features.
âOh! Yeah,â you breathe. âSorry, was I being too loud?â
Din shakes his head. âI heard a crash.â
You sigh. âI was trying to get some equipment up onto the roof but itâs higher than I thought.â He notices a jumble of metal at your feet, the source of the crashing noise.
He raises a brow. âWhy are you trying to get onto the roof?â
âThereâs a meteor shower tonight,â you explain. âI want to watch it through my telescope, and the roof is the best place.â
Din looks up at the edge of the roof above your heads. He had no idea what you had thought would work - he doubted even he could hoist himself up onto the roof from his balcony. Not to mention while holding a telescope - the thing was nearly as big as you were.
âCanât you see it from your balcony?â He asks, and you shake your head.
âNo. The angleâs not right.â He sees a glimmer of disappointment in your eyes as you look up at the sky. âToo bad. I was looking forward to this one.â
Din doesnât like that look on your face. Residual shame gives way to care, and he has an idea.
âMeet me outside in a couple of minutes,â he tells you, inclining his head towards the front of his apartment. âBring your stuff.â
He meets you outside his apartment a few moments later, having put on a jacket and bundling Grogu up in a hat and scarf. You eye the two of them curiously, telescope in hand.
âCute hat,â you muse at the child with a smile, and Grogu pulls on his ear flaps shyly. Din locks his door, and motions for you to follow him down the quiet hallway.
âThereâs a maintenance room with roof access,â he explains, watching as Grogu runs ahead. Din had scoped out all parts of the building before deciding to move in, and discovered said door that lead to the roof.
He hears you tsk at yourself. âWow. ThatâŠis a way better idea than trying to climb onto the roof.â
Din kneels in front of the heavy door at the end of the hallway, fishing something out of his coat. You peer over his shoulder, amused interest at what he is doing.
âLock picking?â You ask as he wiggles the lock, tools pushed into the rusty deadbolt. âWhy didnât you do that to my door when I got locked out?â
âDidnât want to make you nervous,â Din mumbles, and you laugh.
âGood point.â
Fortunately for you, the building manager hadnât yet realized how unsecured the door was, and after a few moments it unlocks with a satisfying âclickâ.
âWhat other skills are you hiding?â Din hears you tease from behind him. He clears his throat, adamantly telling himself that it was an innocent comment and not one laced with innuendo.
He stands with a grunt, opening the door. Bending down, he picks Grogu up and leads you into the dark room and up a short set of stairs. You let out a pleased hum as the three of you step out onto the roof of the complex - the city skyline glimmering in the distance.
âThat was much easier,â you smile. âThanks.â
âItâs a little bright up here,â Din mentions. The complex is on the outskirts of the city center but light pollution still has an impact. âYouâll be able to see the meteor shower still?â
âYep,â you say cheerily, putting down your telescope. He watches you set up, Grogu squirming in his arms. âI mean, it wonât be as impressive as being outside city limits, but with the telescope itâll be just fine.â
You angle the telescope in the direction you want it, peering into the eyepiece and adjusting various cogs and levers. Youâre mumbling to yourself while you do it, interlaced with the hum of a familiar song Din canât quite place.
He swallows roughly and looks away. Not because he finds your focus attractive, and distracting.
âThere we go,â you chirp triumphantly, looking up at the sky. Din follows your gaze, squinting up at the star-speckled darkness.
âI donât see anything,â he says.
âYou will,â you assure him. âJust keep looking.â
Itâs several moments before he detects a flash of something. He lets out a small huff of amusement, pointing up at the sky for his son. âDid you see that?â He asks, and Grogu shakes his head.
âDoes he want to look through here?â You ask from your bent position, looking up at him and Grogu. âIt might be easier for him.â
Din kneels, sitting his son on his bent knee. You lower the telescope so Grogu can peer into the eyepiece, checking it once to make sure itâs still focused where you want it.
âGo ahead,â you encourage him gently. Grogu leans forward to look into the eyepiece, one eye closing into a squint. A moment of silence, and then the smallest gasp of surprise as he sees a magnified version of the meteors flashing above.
âCool, huh?â You smile, pleased at the childâs reaction. âYou know, I was only a little older than you when I got my first telescope. It was barely more than a magnifying glass, but it inspired me so much that I decided I wanted to study the stars when I grew up.â
Din tries to focus on Grogu, and not how youâre bent so close to him that he can smell the perfume youâre wearing. His kid babbles excitedly, eye glued to the telescope, and he canât help the grin that softens his coarse features.
He hears you clear your throat, and glances at you. You tilt your head at Grogu. âIs heâŠ?â
âHeâs non-verbal,â Din explains. âHe canât really speak, but he understands just fine.â
âI see,â you nod. Turning back to Grogu, you move the telescope slightly to point out different astronomical bodies, explaining what heâs seeing in a gentle tone. It makes Dinâs heart thrum, watching you interact with his child. Heâs very protective of Grogu, and the child in turn does not open up to people easily, but something about you puts both of them at ease.
The sky grows darker, and the air chillier. Grogu presses his tiny body closer to Dinâs and lets out a yawn.
âItâs past his bedtime,â Din murmurs, standing with a low grunt. âI should get him tucked in.â
âOk,â you reply, adjusting your telescope back to your viewing height. âI think Iâll stay here a little while longer. Iâll lock the door behind me, donât worry.â
With a short nod, Din turns to leave before you call out his name. He turns back to see a starry smile on your face, and he is grateful for the chill air that cools the flush of his body.
âThank you again,â you say quietly. He clears his throat, nods, and then takes his dozing child back down the stairs to their apartment.
After putting Grogu to bed, he goes to his own bedroom and realizes again with a pang of guilt that his bed is still pushed against the shared wall. He told himself he would move it, but found every excuse not to - itâs more convenient here, it would make him have to rearrange everything else in the room, the outlets on the other wall donât work as well.
Din thinks back to your jest at his lockpicking, and the smile on your face when you thanked him as he climbs under his covers. He lies there, imagining the star-speckled sky above the ceiling, and only falls asleep once he hears the soft sounds of you returning to your own apartment and sliding into your bed - just a few inches of wall between the two of you.
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The sun shining through the curtain he forgot to close and the muffled sound of something dripping rouses him from sleep later in the morning than he usually wakes. Groggy, he peers at the clock and curses when he sees the time. He likes to get up early, before Grogu - but based on the sounds outside his shut bedroom door, his child had already risen.
Marching out to the living room, he glances around for his son, concern growing when he doesnât see him. He looks at the front and balcony doors - both still locked, so Grogu is still here somewhere.
A giggle and a splash make him turn and head toward the bathroom. Opening the door, he gapes at the sight of his child stuffing socks, stuffed frogs, and who knows what else down the toilet, laughing gleefully as he flushes and the water drips up and out all over the place.
âNo no no,â Din rushes forward, nearly slipping on the wet floor, and scoops Grogu up and sits him in the bathtub. âWe donât flush toys!â He chides, sticking his arm into the toilet bowl to try to fish what he can out. Grogu peers over the side of the tub, amused at the sight of his father elbow-deep in the plumbing.
After a couple of hours of cleaning up what he could and giving his soaked child a bath, Din sits at the dining room table tiredly and watches as Grogu eats his oatmeal. Theyâre going to be late to daycare drop-off this morning, but heâs already messaged the teacher to let them know. Din loves his kid, but does look forward to the few hours a day he is in someone elseâs hands.
As he returns, he notices a truck belonging to a plumbing company parked outside the complex. He groans, and as he climbs the stairs hopes that theyâre not there for what he thinks theyâre there for.
Heâs not so lucky. He rounds the corner towards his door and sees you outside your own, hands on your hips. You peer inside your open apartment, and as he approaches you turn to greet him.
âHeyâŠare you having any plumbing issues?â You ask.
Din shakes his head and hopes itâs believable.
âMm,â you respond. âLucky you, I guess. Something happened and when I went to get ready this morning there was water pouring out of every drain in my bathroom.â
Din winces, hoping you didnât see.
âThatâsâŠunfortunate,â he mumbles, and you sigh.
âYeah.â He watches you bend down to grab your bag. âI was hoping to get some work done today, but with all the work going on in my apartment I donât think Iâll be able to focus. Guess Iâll head to a cafe or something.â
âDo you want to come inside?â Din asks before he can stop himself, tilting his head towards his apartment. âSo-so you donât have to leave,â he clarifies.
You purse your lips. âYou sure?â He nods. Itâs the neighborly thing to do, he tells himself.
And technically itâs his fault your apartment is floodingâŠbut you donât need to know that.
âOk,â you agree.
â
He tries not to hover, or watch you work, but youâre distracting.
Sat at his dining room table, laptop open, surrounded by papers. Thereâs a focused look in your eye. You chew on the end of your pen absently.
Din doesnât let anyone in his apartment, but here you are, sitting cross-legged on his chair, elbow propped up on the table like this is a regular occurrence.
He can hear Fett laughing at him now.
He sits at his kitchen counter, trying to look busy with his own projects. Youâre completely absorbed in your work, and heâs completely absorbed in you.
Din hears you sigh, and watches as you lean back and stretch your arms up, cracking your neck with a satisfied groan. His mouth goes dry at the sight of your neck, stretched and bared.
âSorry,â you mumble. âBad posture.â
He nods towards his couch. âYou could sit there. Itâs more comfortable.â You shrug and smile.
âI wonât get anything done if Iâm comfortable,â you joke. âBut I guess I could use a break.â You get up, stretching your back, and sit softly on the end of the sofa. He watches you look around his apartment curiously.
âSo,â you ask. âIs it just you and Grogu?â
Dinâs brow raises. âYes. Who else would there be?â
You shrug again, scratching the side of your nose. âI donât know,â you say. âDo you have a partner?â
He clears his throat. âNo. Not for a long time,â he replies.
âMmm.â You lean your head back into the couch, closing your eyes. Din wonders what that noise means. He wonders why youâd ask that question.
âDoâŠyou?â He ventures, trying to sound casual. He sees you smile without opening your eyes.
âNope,â is your simple answer.
Well. Now what?
He stands, going over to the sliding glass door, peering out. The day is halfway over. Thereâs a while to go before he has to pick up Grogu, before the work in your apartment is done.
You shift on the couch, catching his attention. Youâre leaning up against the arm, looking at him with a small smile. He swallows roughly.
Padding over to the couch, he sits a respectable distance from you. Not too close. He wants this to be in your hands.
You scoot a little closer, a mischievous glimmer in your eyes. He doesnât slide away, even as his heart thrums faster and faster.
As you lean in, he can see the way your eyelashes flutter.
âIâm gonna do something,â you mumble lowly, and Din sees your eyes flicker to his lips. âIf you donât want me to, itâs ok. JustâŠsay so.â
Your lips are soft against his. He doesnât reciprocate for the first few seconds, but as he feels you pull away he chases your mouth with his, opening his lips to deepen the kiss.
He can feel you smile against him. One of your hands comes up to settle softly on his collarbone. His head is tilted, taller form bent down to meet your probing mouth.
Maker, youâre a good kisser. Youâre unhurried, savoring the feeling of his plush lips, the slight scruff of his facial hair. He hopes heâs not disappointing in comparison. Itâs been a while.
The hand not on his collarbone goes up to his cheek, and you dart your tongue out to swipe over his bottom lip. Din lets out a groan at that, and he can feel you shiver against him.
Your motions become a little sloppier, with a sense of restrained tension in the little pants youâre giving off. They sound like the ones he heard when you were touching yourself through the wall - and he swallows them like he told himself he would.
A shrill noise startles the two of you apart. Itâs his phone, ringing from his pocket. Cursing, he pulls it out and apologizes before answering. You clear your throat and scoot backward away from him.
Itâs Groguâs daycare. Theyâve had a staff member call out sick, so theyâre closing early and are calling to have the kids picked up early. Din agrees, and hangs up, not looking at you.
âTheyâre probably nearly done in my apartment,â you say softly. âIâllâŠlet you go.â
âYeah,â he mumbles in response. He stays seated as you rise and gather your things. He regains use of his limbs as you walk towards his door and slip your shoes back on. Standing, he watches you from the center of his living room.
âThanks again,â you maintain, and cast him a shy smile. Din nods and watches as you leave. At the sound of the lock engaging he groans and rubs his hands over his eyes.
What has he gotten himself in to?
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Tech/Reader | 5.4k | Rated E | afab reader, smut, oral sex, face-sitting, vague student/teacher relationship, themes of sexual insecurity and regret, body worship, NPC makes a pass at reader
Concerned for your well-being, Tech proposes a theory he would like to test out - with you as the subject.
part 2 to pendulum
a/n: For your advisement - This has themes/discussions of sexual regret and sexual uncertainty, as well as what I would describe as an invocation of the student/teacher relationship trope. However, there is no intention for any age gap/power dynamic imbalances - Tech is not 'responsible' for Reader, and all sexual situations are done with clear consent from all parties.
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You chewed absently on your food, sitting under the canopy of the greasy noodle stand you often frequented. All around you, people wandered through the crowded market, haggling or looking for the place with the cheapest liquor. No one paid any attention to you, or to each other for that matter. It was a perfect place to ignore and be ignored.
It had been a couple of weeks since you had been rescued from the abandoned science facility - weeks since you had been dosed with that weird substance and subsequently slept with Tech. You had brushed off the rest of the crewâs questions once back on the Marauder as you dosed yourself with a bacta concoction, hoping it would purge whatever remained of the drug out of your system. Likewise, Tech kept mum and insisted nothing âout of the ordinaryâ had happened.
âMan, spending a whole day cooped up with just Tech for company must have been boring,â Wrecker had joked. You had nearly choked at the comment, choosing not to reply, and tried to sleep the rest of the way back to Ord Mantell. After reporting to Cid, you hadnât seen any of the crew.
âHey,â a smooth voice brought your focus back to your surroundings. Glancing to your side, you raised a brow at the Devaronian male leaning on the counter. He cast you what you guessed was supposed to be a smoldering look, and you resisted rolling your eyes before returning to your noodles.
âYou come here often?â The Devaronian pressed, clearly not getting the hint you werenât interested in conversing with him. âNameâs Qarl - what do I call you, beautiful?â
âNot interested,â you mumbled through a mouthful of noodles. Qarl smirked, scooting closer and you leaned away in response.
âPlaying hard to get? Donât be like that, baby,â he simpered. âHey, Iâve got a table in the VIP section of that club over there. How about you join me, we order some drinks, and see where the night goes?â
You knew where this was going. People like this were all over the underbelly of the galaxy, and Ord Mantell was no different. They went around trying to find easy marks and plied them with alcohol, drugs, or the promise of pleasures. The victims would then wake hours later to find all their possessions stolen, or worse.
Finishing up your food, you pushed your bowl towards the droid manning the stall. âNo thanks,â you said firmly, getting up to leave the uncomfortable situation. Unfortunately, the Devaronian was not keen to let you leave so easily.
âCome on,â he purred, standing and snaking an arm around your waist. âIâll show you a good time, promi-hey!â
Just as soon as he had pulled you into his side Qarl was flung away. You froze, watching him stumble to the ground as a taller figure stepped between the two of you.
âI believe she said she was not interested,â Tech stated, staring intently at the grumbling Devaronian brushing dust off his clothes. âYou should go.â
âGet out of here, specs,â Qarl spat. âCanât you see weâre talking?â
You noticed Techâs hands twitch towards his holster, and without thinking you reached forward and grabbed one of his wrists. He turned his head slightly to view you shaking your head and mouthing ânoâ. Sure, the guy was a jerk, but you didnât want this to turn into a blast zone.
You felt some of the tension in Tech loosen as he flicked his eyes back to Qarl. âPerhaps your translator is malfunctioning,â Tech challenged. Instead of his gun, he pulled out a spanner and made it spark. You couldnât help to smile at the way Qarlâs face blanched, backing away with a grimace. âAllow me to repair it for you.â
âWhatever,â Qarl mumbled over his shoulder and disappeared into the crowd. To their credit - and probably because they were used to seeing worse on a daily basis - no one around you seemed to realize or care about what happened.
âAre you all right?â Tech turned to you after making sure the Devaronian had indeed fled. You nodded.
âYeah,â you replied. âNot the first time scumbags like that have hit me up, and knowing this city it wonât be the last.â
The corner of his lips dipped into a frown, and Tech put away his spanner. âThat isâŠunfortunate.â
Shrugging, you crossed your arms. âItâs life.â There was a beat of silence between the two of you. You had told yourself every day for the past two weeks that you would go back to Cidâs and talk to Tech, go back to normal, but you had yet to motivate yourself to do it. And now, here he was, coming to your aid once again.
âWhat are you even doing here?â You had never seen any of the Batch more than a few yards from Cidâs parlor. This greasy market was not the kind of place you would have expected seeing any of them, especially Tech.
âLooking for you,â Tech answered. âIt has been exactly sixteen days since we returned from the mission and you have not returned to Cidâs once during that time.â
âIâve been busy,â you deflected. You had been busyâŠbusy avoiding him.
He adjusted his goggles. âYou are embarrassed about what transpired at the science facility.â
You frowned, crossing your arms tighter. âNo,â you insisted weakly. Leave it to Tech to get straight to the point.
âI suspected you would,â Tech continued, ignoring your lame attempt at a rebuttal. âI did some research on amatory agents, and-â you cut him off by dragging him down a nearby alley, heart pounding.
âNot so loud!â You hissed and simmered at the confused look Tech tossed you.
âI thought you said you were not embarrassed,â he teased lightly, and you huffed in response.
âIâm not - I just - not in public, ok?â You sputtered. âCome on, follow me.â
â
You had a small apartment on Ord Mantell. Nothing luxurious, mostly just a spot you could get some rest in. It was sparsely decorated, as you didnât own much outside of the necessities, but it was a more private location than the market street.
You let Tech hover just inside your entryway as you kicked off your shoes and headed further inside. Passing through your small kitchenette you flicked on your kettle to boil water for tea, more of a reflex than out of a desire to actually consume anything.
Tech followed you into the rest of the apartment, and you sat on the edge of your bed. âDonât have a lot of seating options,â you apologized, motioning to the single chair you had opposite your sleeping space.
âI am familiar with small spaces,â he commented and sat down. âBetween the Marauder and barracks, this is actually quite spacious than what I am used to.â
âI see,â you breathed out. Another pause, and you twitched your hands nervously. Techâs eyes roamed around your apartment, and you wondered what he thought about it - and why you were so nervous having him here.
âSoâŠ,â you ventured, after waiting another moment. âWhat did you want to talk about?â
Clearing his throat, Tech re-focused back on you and raised his finger in a familiar lecturing gesture. âRight. As I was saying, I did some research on amatory agents. Specifically on the psychological after-effects on those impacted.â
Leaning back, you crossed your arms. âWhy?â
âI knew you would not want to say anything about it in front of the rest of the crew. When you did not show up to Cidâs in the days after, however, I began to wonder if you were experiencing latent side effects from the drug, or avoiding an uncomfortable confrontation with me.â He tapped his thigh absently. âHave you?â
You shrugged half-heartedly. âNo, I donât think Iâve had any side effects. ButâŠyeah, I guess I was avoiding you a little bit. Iâm sorry.â You hadnât realized he would have even noticed and felt a twinge of guilt at the thought of him worrying.
He put a hand up. âNo need for apologies. Much of the literature I looked at talked about feelings of regret, loss of agency and control, and other unpleasant psychological impacts. Additionally, I thought about how that incident coincided with your first sexual experience - an event that can also have elements of regret or unease, especially for women.â
âPutting those together, I surmised that despite the emotions of the moment, you could be experiencing significant distress post-incident, as a result of having your first experience with sexual intercourse under such circumstances.â
As Tech spoke, you wondered again if he was lying about not being a mind reader. Though you had barely begun to admit it to yourself, he was right. You had been struggling with coming to terms with what had happened back in that storeroom. You didnât regret it, not in the exact way that he was alluding to, but it was still complicated.
âAm I correct?â Tech questioned, pulling you back to the present.
âYeah,â you replied shortly, and he hummed.
âI rarely am not.â That got a snort out of you, and Tech smiled softly at your humored outburst.
âIâm fine, though,â you added. âI appreciate you coming by, but thisâŠI think itâs something I need to work through myself.â
Tech raised a brow and stood. âIâŠunderstand,â he said, and you wondered if you had really detected a tone of disappointment in his voice.
You walked him to your door where both of you hesitated, waiting for the other to say something. Clearing your throat, you wished him goodnight but as you went to close the door he stuck out a hand to stop it from shutting all the way.
You eyed him hesitantly. Stars, he was tall. You sometimes forgot about it.
âRespectfully, I did not mean to imply that something was wrong with you,â Tech said lowly, leaning in so that he would not be overheard. âBut in a way, I do feel somewhat responsible for what occurred - â
âTech,â you protested, but he continued on.
â-And in the interest of your comfort, I was curious if you would like to revisit the experience,â he offered. âWithout the effects of the drug in your system.â
You stared at him, blood rushing to roar in your ears. Was he saying what you thought he was saying?
âI believe it would help in creating positive associations around sexuality,â Tech added, fingers tapping against your doorframe when you did not answer.
You had convinced yourself that Tech had done what he did out of a sense of duty, and concern for your health, and that there were no lingering thoughts of affection or desire in him. He had said he was not opposed to sleeping with you again, but as you replayed the conversation in your head over and over you told yourself he had done it in order to ease some of the tension and awkwardness of the moment.
âI-â you stammered, unsure of what to say or what you wanted.
âYou donât have to answer just now,â Tech said softly. âOr at all. ItâŠwill not change anything. But if you are interested in the experience of having anâŠinstructor, I would like to offer my services.â
With that, he dropped his hand and wished you goodnight, disappearing into the back alleyways of your neighborhood. You retreated back into your apartment and turned off your lights before laying on your bed. Your stomach and mind both twisted with what had just happened.
To say you hadnât been thinking about your time with Tech would be a bold-faced lie. Every night since you had returned you had fallen asleep with the memory of him over your body, the warmth of his mouth on you. The soreness you had experienced from the size of him had faded into an ache of emptiness, an echo of the desire you felt in that intense moment weeks ago.
Maybe you had been drugged by that Devaronian, and this was the vision your mind played for you as you lay under a dirty club table while some scumbag stole your things.
Closing your eyes, you brought yourself back to Techâs gaze. Usually so sure, but there was a hint of some vulnerability in their yellow-tinged depths.
He has nice eyes, you thought absently, sighing into your pillow. You hadnât had a chance to notice the last time.
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Two days later, you paced nervously around your apartment, waiting for Tech to arrive. You had sent him a message asking him to stop by, finally having built enough courage to press âsendâ after debating with yourself.
A soft knock at the door made you jump slightly. Patting down your clothes, you let out a breath and invited him in.
He was dressed down - as much as a former clone trooper could be. Still the same goggles, you noticed. You wondered if he had an indent where they met his skin.
âYouâre here,â you greeted, immediately wincing at how stupid that sounded.
âI am,â Tech agreed. âDid you doubt I would come?â
âI - I donât know,â you confessed, rubbing your arm where you had been injected with the drug absently. It was a habit you had taken to recently, and you did not miss the way Techâs eyes narrowed at the movement.
âYou said you wanted to talk,â Tech leaned against the archway that lead from your kitchen to your living/sleeping space. âAm I correct in assuming itâs regarding my proposition from a few days ago?â
Nodding, you let out a breath. âYes. Iâve been thinking about it, andâŠâ you trailed off, chewing over your words. You had gone over what you had been wanting to say for the past two days, but it was still getting caught on the tip of your tongue.
âI will not be offended if you decline,â Tech reassured. âIf that is what you are nervous about.â
âNo, itâs just-â You crossed your arms again and sighed, stepping closer to him.
âWhat do you get out of this?â you interrogated. âIâm thankful you helped me, Tech, but you donât have any obligation to continue toâŠassist me. I like you, and I donât want to be some kind ofâŠresearch project for you, or a way for you to alleviate some kind of misplaced guilt."
You chewed your lip, flustered at your own candor. Tech tilted his head, eyes darting to the side before they landed back on you.
âBack in the storeroom,â he said slowly. âYou said something that I have been thinking about. At the moment I attributed it with your enhanced state of mind, and deflected in order to focus on bringing you relief.â
âTeach me how to touch youâ. âIâŠremember,â you affirmed quietly.
Tech cleared his throat again. âYes. AndâŠdespite the circumstances that led to us having sex being from an artificial hormonal source, I must admitâŠI have been thinking about it quite often.â He reached out a hand, hesitant, and softly stroked the side of your jaw as you stared up at him.
âI want to assure you that I find youâŠincredibly enticing,â he breathed. âAnd what I have proposed, I do both in the interest of your comfort and - selfishly - for my own desires.â
Closing your eyes, you leaned into his cupped hand.
âI-,â you whispered softly, âTruthfully, the more Iâve thought about it, the more Iâve realized that I did enjoy sleeping with you. I think itâs because even considering the circumstances, I trusted you. And even if I had been given the option, I would have wanted it to be you that I experienced it with.â
âI - that is a privilege,â Tech enthused quietly. He stepped closer to you with a curious, intense look. You reached your hands towards him, and as you pressed together he leaned down so that your noses bumped.
âTech,â you breathed. âShow me what to do.â
He pressed his mouth against yours, swallowing your surprised gasp. You relaxed into his firm hold, the two of you stumbling back so that you hit the edge of your bed. You laid back as Tech leaned over you, climbing up over your form.
âMy clothingâ he directed, pulling away from your mouth. You shifted, hands going to the top of his trousers, and you tried to hide the nervous tremble as you unbuckled them. You drew them down his thin hips, revealing a sliver of golden skin and his dark base under layers.
You paused, unsure of where to go next. Peering down at you, Tech raised a brow and shifted so that he was laying just to the side of you, your legs entangled.
âYou can touch me,â he said gently. Your eyes darted from his back down to where the black underlay protruded slightly. You brushed your palm over him curiously, surprised at how his cock twitched in response. You rubbed him more firmly through the fabric, emboldened by the sharp inhale from the man before you. He dipped his head down again, pressing another open-mouthed kiss against you.
Biting your lip, you reached down the top of his blacks and danced your fingers around his length. Dark hair, kept neat, scratched at your skin. Tech let out a sigh as you grasped him, and you echoed it in kind. It was such an odd feeling, you decided, as you touched his cock. How could something be so soft and pliable while also being so kriffing hard?
You pulled his blacks down further so that his whole length was freed. You briefly wondered what it felt like to have a cock - Techâs was long and heavy enough that it bowed under its own weight, growing in your hand.
âWhat does it feel like?â You questioned, and Tech hummed against you.
âWhat does what feel like?â He queried. You blinked up at him through your lashes.
âWhat does having your cock stroked feel like?â
That got a choke out of him, which turned into him clearing his throat. âWell itâsâŠnot something easily described,â he began. Clear liquid was beginning to leak from the swollen head, and you used your palm to spread it along the rest of his cock. It made a slick noise as you stroked him up and down.
His eyes fluttered briefly, and you watched as he chewed over his response. If there was one thing Tech couldnât resist it was a chance to explain something, but even he was not immune to a drop in concentration under the circumstances.
âItâsâŠsatisfying," he decided after a moment. âWhen I am aroused, there is a kind ofâŠache for sensation. Itâs almost like a pulse - persistent, insistent on being stimulated.â
âMmm,â you acknowledged, still steadily handling him. "Does it make a difference if itâs you touching yourself versus someone else touching you?â
âYes,â Tech answered. You could feel his abdomen flex under your arm. âWhen you know your own body, you know how to bring yourself to completion most efficiently. I know how I like to be touched. Though of course -â he let out a rasped groan as you increased the pressure you were holding him with - âthere is something unique about having someone else do it to you.â
âI think I understand,â you mused. His arms tightened around you as you twisted your wrist, enjoying the way his cock twitched in your grasp.
âTake me into your mouth,â he instructed. âTry-try your tongue first.â
You spared him a glance before you slid down to sit between his thighs. Gripping the base of him, you darted your tongue out to lick hesitantly over his swollen cockhead. That got another rasped groan from him.
âI- very good,â he stammered.
You licked over his head again, finding that the taste of him was not unpleasant. In fact, the feeling of how his pre-spend pooled out of him and onto your tongue made you feel pleasantly flushed. You were discovering that there was satisfaction in being the cause of someone elseâs pleasure.
Emboldened again, you took him deeper into your mouth. He was far too large for you to fit the entirety of him, but you swirled your tongue around what you could and sucked gently.
One of Techâs hands came up to push your hair out of your face, holding it out of the way for you. âYouâre doing well,â he enthused, and you shivered a little at the praise. He noticed immediately and huffed out in slight amusement.
âI confess - your enthusiasm is incredibly arousing,â he remarked. âYou are a quick learner, arenât you?â
You moaned at his words, your own arousal increasing exponentially. Techâs hands stroked your cheek as his cock pressed against the spongey roof of your mouth. With a groan, he eased your mouth off of him gently.
You leaned back, wiping spit from your lips with the back of your hand, panting a little to catch your breath. âWhatâs wrong?â You questioned, thinking had you done something he didnât like.
âNothing,â Tech assured, leaning forward to cup your face in his hands. âI just do not want to finish too quickly - I have much more to show you.â You flushed again, thighs squirming as your core pulsed.
âTake off your clothes,â he instructed. You pulled your leggings down, kicking them off with your underwear. You lifted your top off and threw it to the side, kneeling bare in front of a still mostly clothed Tech. He leaned against the headboard and motioned for you to come closer, grabbing your hands to pull you up into his lap.
âI want you to sit on my face,â he directed lowly, noticing your wide-eyed confusion, and you squeaked in surprise. Grasping your hips, he led you up his chest until your core was over his eager mouth.
âI-Iâll smother you,â you protested, tensing as he tried to pull you down. His brow furrowed in chastisement, and you felt his fingers tighten over your skin.
âThatâs the goal,â he drawled and pulled you down so that he could lathe his tongue through your dripping folds. You gasped, one hand reaching out to grab the headboard and the other coming down to clutch his soft hair.
This angle wasnât what you were expecting, and the way his tongue flicked over your sensitive clit made your legs shake. Your thighs ached from trying to avoid sitting too far down on his face, a task made impossible by how he wrapped an arm around your waist to seat you more firmly over his clever mouth. He ate you like someone licking a plate to get every last bit of their last meal, and you could feel an orgasm approaching rapidly.
You grasped his hair and curled into yourself as you came, thighs shaking as you finally failed to keep them tensed. Tech did not stop and suckled your clit until you were writhing in almost-painful pleasure. He finally released you after what seemed like an eternity of coming, sliding you down to sit on his abdomen.
âI thought you were teaching me how to make you feel good,â you panted, and Tech smirked. He pressed a wet kiss to your mouth, arms coming around your waist to press your body closer to his.
âI am,â he rasped against you. âPart of sexual satisfaction is pleasing your partner. Their reactions, the sounds they make, the way they taste-â he shuddered slightly against your mouth. âAnd you, my dear, taste delectable.â
Trailing his mouth down your chest, he nipped at your breasts. You gasped and arched into it, letting him take more of your sensitive flesh between his teeth. Tugging at his top, you helped him pull it off over his head, immediately running your hands down his chest. While not as built as Wrecker or Hunter, he was still deliciously toned and firm.
Groaning against your skin, Tech laid back and let you drag your hands down his body. Glancing up, you smiled at the glazed look in his eyes, his ruffled hair, and his lopsided goggles.
âA scar,â you noted, pressing a finger against the mark just above his hip. His body jerked at the motion, and his hands went to adjust his goggles as he watched you explore him.
âY-yes,â he muttered. âA piece of shrapnel clipped through my armor.â Shifting his hips, he let out a strained noise as you scratched it lightly with a fingernail. âThat, ah - I am sensitive there,â he confessed.
âDid I hurt you?â You asked, lifting your hands. He shook his head almost a little too fast.
âKeep going,â he replied, pulling his goggles off and letting his head fall back on your pillows.
Settling between his thighs once more, you placed the pads of your fingers just above his navel. You stroked down Techâs body, applying different levels of pressure as you grazed his inner thighs. He was making some delightful noises, you mused to yourself. You wanted to hear more.
His cock was still leaking pre-spend, a clear strand connecting from the head to where he bobbed against his abdomen. Leaning forward, you continued your soft tracing of his skin, the lines of his muscles, the patterns his soft body hair made, and took the head of his cock into your mouth.
A muffled curse from above, and you felt Techâs body twitch again. âYou clever girl,â he ground out, clearly impressed with your interpretation of his pleasure. His praise continued to ignite your own need, and you slipped a hand from his body to slide through your slick folds.
Opening one eye, Tech watched you teasing yourself. âI can hear how wet you are,â he breathed, and you moaned, too aroused to be embarrassed at his candor. âAnother, ah - benefit of being genetically engineeredâŠâ
With more of that belied strength Tech grasped your forearms and pulled you back up his body. Â He licked into your open mouth, and you whimpered at the sensation. You were on the edge of something, tensed like a prey animal. He had a way of pushing you from one extreme to another, from control to submission. He played with your body like he had been memorizing it for years - a nod to his experience, his intellect, both?
He shifted under you, and you felt his cock press against your inner thigh. Grasping himself in hand, Tech broke away from your mouth to watch your reaction as he guided himself to your entrance, eyes locked on to the way your own fluttered shut and your mouth opened into a small gasp.
You were still tight - not from lack of arousal, but from the mere size difference between your bodies. Tech grasped your hips, easing you down his length, paying close attention to every minute change on your face.
The stretch was delicious, right on the precipice of being too much. The further he pushed in, the more full you felt, and you swore that you could feel him all the way up into your throat.
âMagnificent,â Tech praised lowly, solid inside of you. âLook-â he grabbed your hand, pressing it to where he entered you. You glanced down and swore that he twitched purposefully so that youâd feel it.
âThatâs me inside of you,â he intoned.
âTech,â you whimpered. Your hands came down to his abdomen, trying to find leverage. Even with his entire length filling you it felt like he just kept going, the head of him bumping almost painfully against the seal of your womb.
âMove, darling,â he crooned, rolling his hips to urge you on. âIt will help.â
With a deep inhale, you shifted and met the roll of his hips tentatively. The stretch and slide of him up and then down, and then up and then down - the smug know-it-all was right, it did help.
âGood girl,â Tech breathed again. âKeep going.â
You rocked against him. Your brow, once furrowed in concentration, relaxed as you found a rhythm. Shifting, Tech moved his hands from your waist to knead at the plush flesh of your ass, adding to the pace of your movement. Your chests met again as you leaned toward him, and closed your eyes as his nose nuzzled against your cheek.
âHow does it feel?â Tech husked, moving your hips to slide up and down his length.
âGood,â you breathed, and let out a hiss as Tech snaked a hand down to tweak at your swollen clit.
âGood,â Tech repeated with a hum. âMy dear, you can do better than that.â You felt his abdomen clench as he propped up his legs and met your rocking with a firm thrust up into you.
âAgain,â he instructed, leaning his head back to look at you expectantly.
You clawed at his shoulders, mouth opening with a choke. How could he expect you to form coherent sentences with the way his cock was ramming up into you? Every thrust drew you further from focus - and based on the gleam in his eyes that was precisely the point.
âYour cock,â you choked. âItâŠitâs so big, Tech. I like how youâre filling me up. The way you s-stretch me feels so goodâŠâ
Pleased with your candidness, Techâs lips lifted into a short smile. âYouâre drenched. Your little cunt is taking my cock beautifully.â You burned at the way he voiced his approval, your pussy fluttering around him.
âDo you want to hear a confession?â Tech groaned as he pulled you closer, and you nodded feverishly.
âI like that Iâm the first man to fuck you,â he rasped. âI like knowing that my cock was the first one to split your tight little cunt. That itâs my seed that you took -â He panted, pace increasing, and you felt the beginning of your own finish.
âDo you want it again?â Tech pressed, and you rambled âyes yes yesyes-â
âGood girl, come on,â he urged, hand returning to press on your clit, drawing you over the edge. You cried out his name as your orgasm washed over you, pussy fluttering around as he continued to piston up into you. Grasping your ass in his hands once again, Tech pushed himself into you as far as he could go, eyes roaming your face as he relished the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him. He held you there, breath held until his own climax hit.
If you felt full before, it was nothing to how you felt as Tech throbbed inside of you, cum painting your insides. You shivered as he pulled you tightly against his chest, your name escaping from between his gritted teeth.
Your heart pounded from exertion as you lay there together. You felt Techâs hand coming up to stroke your shoulder softly, and you lifted your head from where you had pressed it against the side of his neck to blink at the surprisingly tender look in his eyes.
âApologies,â he murmured. âBut I am going to adjust slightly -â You winced as he shifted so that the two of you were laying side by side again, and as your thighs rubbed together you felt where his spend leaked out of you. You werenât sure if you liked the feeling, but in a way it was satisfying.
You felt Tech sit up, looking for his goggles. âAre you all right?â He asked, pushing his goggles up his nose.
âYes,â you said, pressing your face into your pillow. âI think so?â
Instead of getting up and leaving, Tech settled back down on your bed. You tilted your head up to eye him curiously.
âAre you?â You inquired, and saw him glance down at you.
âYes.â Tech cleared his throat, and you raised a brow. Was he blushing?
âSo Tech,â you lifted your head, propping an arm so you could rest your chin on your elbow. âHow did I do?â
âP-pardon?â Tech sputtered, and you sent him a lazy grin.
âDid IâŠmeet your standards?â You teased.
âThat was not the purpose of thisâŠentanglement,â Tech chided, flustered. Adjusting his goggles, he shot you a stern look. âIn fact, ranking my sexual encounters would be counterintuitive to your well-being.â
You frowned, a small pout gracing your lips. âNot getting a good grade, then, am I?â
Tech sighed out your name, and rolled over so that he was hovering over your still-bare form. âYou are impossible,â he chastised, not unkindly, and dipped down to kiss the smirk off your face.
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ok we good lol
Itâs SO dumb but I am waiting to see how this season ends before I wrap up this current fic (Din/Reader) because Iâm nervous theyâre leading to a Din/Bo romance and itâll make me re-think how I characterize Din a lot
(to be clear I am NOT anti-din x bo at all and I really like bo-katan it just adds a little âšangstâš to -x reader fics đ§ââïž)
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Itâs SO dumb but I am waiting to see how this season ends before I wrap up this current fic (Din/Reader) because Iâm nervous theyâre leading to a Din/Bo romance and itâll make me re-think how I characterize Din a lot
(to be clear I am NOT anti-din x bo at all and I really like bo-katan it just adds a little âšangstâš to -x reader fics đ§ââïž)
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Tech/Reader | 5.2k | Rated E | afab reader, smut, virgin!reader, inexperienced reader, sex pollen, oral sex, experienced Tech, Tech with dom tendencies, Tech is a tease, mention of illness, mention of needles
While scavenging a (mostly) abandoned science facility, you are dosed with a mysterious substance. Tech offers assistance.
read on ao3
You had yet to have a mission with (the former) Clone Force 99 that didnât end up going sideways, and it was getting to the point you wondered if the galaxy had something out for you.
When you were first introduced to the team of ex-troopers on Ord Mantell you didnât expect youâd be seeing much of them after that. You did the odd job for Cid now and again - being a war refugee wasnât the most stable of lifestyles - and every time you showed up at least one of them was parked in the parlor. After a while, you had begun to join them on select jobs and had gotten to know them fairly well - especially since every one of the missions ended up with someone hurt, kidnapped, or, as in this case, dosed with an experimental drug.
âAll clear,â a modulated voice confirmed from ahead of you. Rubbing your arm where the crazy scientist had managed to jab you, you joined Tech in the doorway of an empty storeroom. You and he had been separated from the rest of the crew and were currently wandering around the lower levels of the science facility you had been sent to salvage. The power was out from a large overload, trapping you in the dark labyrinth for the time being.
âLetâs rest here,â Tech decided, pulling off his helmet and setting it on a crate. âIâll try to make contact with the Marauder.â
âAll right.â You walked over to a crate opposite the one he was leaning against, hopping up on it with a grunt. Pulling down your sleeve, you tried to get a good look at where you had been jabbed with the syringe.
Cid had promised that the place was abandoned, which turned out to be extremely untrue. Some unhinged scientists had stuck around, and when you had stumbled on one in what was supposed to be an empty laboratory you had ended up in a scuffle. Thankfully Tech was right behind you and quickly neutralized your assailant, but not before a needle was slammed into the flesh of your upper arm.
It seemed to be ok, you decided. Youâd probably end up with a bruise, but other than a dull throb there didnât seem to be much damage.
âHow is it?â Tech questioned, not looking up from his datapad. At first, you had freaked out, thinking you had been poisoned, but a calm analysis by your quick-witted companion had been able to confirm that whatever it was in the syringe wasnât going to kill you. It was still unclear what exactly it was, but you had relaxed a bit knowing that you werenât going to keel over, foaming at the mouth.
âItâs fine, I think,â you answered. âA little sore.â
âMmm,â was his simple response. You didnât mind - in fact, you had become quite fond of Techâs particularly blunt way of addressing things. He didnât mince words and got straight to the point, something you appreciated after years of dealing with pirates and scavengers and countless others who survived by deceiving others. It was a refreshing change of pace, working with someone whom you could trust.
âAny luck?â You inquired, tilting your head at the device in Techâs hands. He sighed and set it off to the side.
âUnfortunately not,â he said. âWhatever EMP pulse it was that shook this place and got us separated from the others also fried my datapad, and I donât have the necessary tools to repair it.â
You raised a brow. âReally? Nothing in all those pockets of yours?â
âNo,â Tech pinched the bridge of his nose. âNot this time. An oversight on my end.â
Looking around, you rummaged through some of the crates and discovered a store of medical linens. Divvying them up, you settled against the crate with an exhausted sigh.
âMight as well bunker down then,â you said. âItâs been a long day.â
âIndeed,â Tech concurred.
â
Several boring hours later, the two of you sat side by side against a crate, finishing off some rations.
âSo what do you think these guys were doing here?â You queried, wiping crumbs off your hands.
Tech cleared his throat, launching into a hypothesis. âFrom what info I was able to collect, it seemed they were working on biological warfare agents. Enhancing illicit substances, things like that. A lucrative business.â
You frowned. âIâm not going to get the plague, am I?â
âNo, I donât believe so,â Tech affirmed. âThe work being done here seemed to be more on the subtle side. Designed to impact smaller targets in specific ways.â
âLike what?â You were curious, and thankfully Tech liked to explain things as he expanded on his guesses.
âMind-altering drugs that impair judgment, or create paranoia,â he listed. âSubstances intended to embarrass or cause people to debase and humiliate themselves.â
âSounds like you have firsthand experience.â
He glanced at you. âThere was an interesting situation where were evacuating a senator from a separatist prison. She had been injected with a drug that caused her to exhibit fewer inhibitions when it came to soliciting others. It was quite the struggle to let her down, due to her impaired state of mind.â
âShe propositioned you?â You asked incredulously.
âYes. Rather forcefully,â Tech mused. âI had to restrain her, in the end.â He let out of huff of amusement at the memory. âI have never preferred my sexual partners to be those in positions of power, much to her disappointment. It creates an inherent power imbalance that I am not particularly interested in.â
You gaped, mouth open lamely. That was not the way you had expected that story to end. Tech had always come off as someone who would be uninterested in such frank expectations around sex.
âYou look surprised,â Tech observed, and you sputtered.
âNo, itâs just - I just thought that-â you trailed off, realizing you were only digging yourself deeper into a hole of embarrassment.
âYou thought that out of my brothers, I was the least likely to have experience with sexual intercourse,â Tech stated matter-of-factly. He had a way of saying things so casually in situations others would be uncomfortable in, and this seemed to be another one of those.
âI - yeah,â you admitted. âSorry, I shouldnât have assumed something like that. I didnât mean anything by it.â
Shrugging, Tech looked back down at his dead datapad, fiddling with some wires.
âIt is a logical conclusion,â he remarked. âI am aware that my attributes do not lead one to associate me with sexual situations.â
You frowned. Was he calling himself unattractive?
âWell, I wouldnât say that,â you countered. âI- youâre very handsome, Tech.â You flushed at your admission, wondering if you were overstepping.
He tilted his head towards you again, one brow raising in question. âI am a clone. We vary little in our appearances.â
âIâm serious,â you huffed, punching him lightly on the shoulder. âSure, clones are clones, but you and your brothers look quite a bit different from your average trooper. And not in a bad way.â
He held your gaze for a breath longer than necessary before returning it to the device in his lap. âThank you,â he acknowledged, after a brief silence.
Thankful that your conversation had relaxed, you leaned against the crate and stared up at the ceiling, lit dimly by a flickering inset light.
A dull throb of discomfort made you wince. Pressure was starting to build behind your eyes, like a headache. âI think Iâm going to try to sleep,â you decided, and went to the corner where you had set up a makeshift bed.
Tech just nodded and re-focused back on the datapad. Rolling onto your side, you closed your eyes and tried to will yourself asleep.
You woke a while later, what little sleep you had experienced restless and uncomfortable. Sweat made your thin shirt cling to your shoulders and chest, and your mouth was drier than Tatooine.
Looking around for your canteen, you hastily downed what water was left in it. It wasnât enough, but it helped a bit. Your head hurt, your blood felt like it was on fire, and there was an ache between your legs that hadnât been there a few hours ago.
âAh. Youâre awake,â Techâs voice chirped from the doorway. He stepped inside and stood with his hands clasped behind his back. âI was expecting you to still be out.â
âCanât sleep,â you rasped. âI think whatever that scientist injected is starting to kick in.â You rubbed your eyes and glanced up at your companion.
âHmm.â Stepping forward, Tech took your chin in hand and tilted your head to the side. âWhat kinds of symptoms are you experiencing?â
âIâm burning up,â you mumbled miserably. âMy head hurts, and -â you trailed off, feeling shy once again. You were not about to admit to Tech that you were starting to feel incredibly aroused.
âAnd?â Tech prodded.
âNothing,â you deflected. âThatâs all.â
Another brow raise, and you suspected he could tell you were not being honest. Thankfully, he didnât push the subject, and let go of your chin before wandering back over to his own bedroll.
âI was able to make contact with the others. They had to flee, but will be back here in a few hours,â he said, sitting against the wall. âWe can get you medical assistance and investigate the purpose of the drug once it does.â
You nodded, throat too dry to respond. Noticing you shaking your now empty canteen, Tech tossed you his. You downed it in one go, mumbling thanks.
âIâm gonnaâŠtry to get some more sleep,â you rasped. Though you doubted it would work, you figured trying to sleep until the rest of the crew arrived might alleviate some of the discomfort coursing through your body.
âDo not hesitate to tell me if your symptoms worsen,â Tech directed, and you sighed and laid back down.
The fire burning under your skin only increased as time went on. You curled up on your side, trying not to whimper or give in to the urge to stick your hands down your pants. Tech wandered in and out of the room, no doubt looking for something to keep his busy mind occupied. Part of you longed to call out to him, beg him to help you alleviate the ache of emptiness in your cunt, but you stilled your tongue and tried to tough it out.
Finally, after a particularly harsh pulse of need, you sat up and leaned against the crate. You pulled up the back of your shirt, pressing it against the cool metal in an attempt to find some comfort from your burning flesh, but it did little to help.
âYou have gotten worse,â Tech chimed from across from you. He peered at you intensely, and you wondered how long he had been watching you. You noticed he had stripped out of his armor and was just in his underlayers. âI suspect you are in significant discomfort.â
âYeah,â you conceded. âItâs making me feel-â you trailed off, wondering how to explain it to him.
âYour body has increased in temperature and levels of sexual hormones,â Tech stated bluntly. You gaped at him, surprised he had figured it out. Had you been that obvious?
âHow did you know?â You asked.
âWhen I ran a diagnostic when you were injected I got several hits related to amatory agents. It did not seem pertinent to mention at the time,â he explained. âI did not want to make you uncomfortable. Topics of a sexual nature are usually quite private for most.â
âI think weâre past that,â you croaked.
âAgreed.â With a low grunt, he hopped off the crate he was sitting on.
âPerhaps I may assist,â Tech offered. He stood straighter, hands once again clasped behind his back.
You choked out a laugh. âWhat, put me out of my misery?â
You caught a glimpse of the faintest movement of his lips into a smirk at your jest before it disappeared. âIn a way,â he mused.
âI do have limited knowledge of aphrodisiac and libido-enhancing stimulants. I suspect that is what you were injected with, based on your symptoms.â He pushed up his goggles, listing them off. âIncreased rate of respiration, dilated pupils, sensitivity in erogenous zones-â
âOk,â you cut him off, feeling even more flushed at his frank descriptions of your current predicament. âAphrodisiac, I got it. How are you going to help?â
âI could stimulate you in an attempt to relieve the symptoms,â he continued. âIn many cases, these kinds of toxins can be flushed out of the system more rapidly by engaging in amatory expression.â
You blinked up at him - on a good day Techâs scholarly explanations sometimes flew over your head, but this was a whole new kind of confusion.
âI must be losing my mind,â you rambled. âBecause it sounds like youâre offering to fuck this out of my system.â
âThat is precisely what I am offering,â Tech confirmed. âIn less technical phrasing.â
You chewed over your options. None of them were particularly favorable. You could either lay there in continued misery until the rest of the crew arrived, or sleep with Tech.
In a normal situation, the second option wouldnât seem so daunting, but you had never slept with anyone before. You had fled your planet at a young age and since then had never been in a place where that kind of experience was feasible. Did you really want this to be your first time - in a dusty storeroom, with someone who was only doing it out of medical need?
A particularly painful pulse to your groin answered for you. Standing with a groan, you looked up at Tech who was patiently waiting for your answer. âI-we can try,â you decided.
Nodding, Tech stepped towards you. Your heart, already thrumming, increased in its tempo as his much taller form closed in. Your breath came out in rapid pulses as he leaned his head down towards yours, his eyes focused intently on your face.
You started to feel overwhelmed. âW-wait,â you pushed on his shoulders, stepping backward away from him. âHold on, I-â You wrapped your arms around your chest, creating a barrier.
Tech immediately drew away, tilting his head. âYou are nervous,â he observed âUnderstandable. I will leave if you have changed your mind-â
âNo,â you shook your head. âNo, Iâve justâŠIâve never done anything like this before,â you confessed, staring intently at the ground.
A beat of silence. âAh. You are a virgin,â Tech replied simply. âSurprising.â
You frowned, looking back up at him. âWhat?â
âYou are a young woman with features many people consider attractive,â he elaborated. âIt stands to reason that you would have had those who would have desired you sexually.â
Mind racing - did he just call you attractive? - you shook your head. âNo. It justâŠnever felt right. Comfortable,â you faltered.
Tech nodded, rubbing his chin in thought. âThat is not unusual,â he affirmed. "Or unwise. Many people experience dissatisfaction stemming from unsuitable sexual partners.â
âIâm a little out of my element,â you muttered. âI donât know what to do.â
There was a gleam of something unreadable in Techâs gaze, and he leaned forward. You breathed out, eyes wide and body frozen. He hovered over you again, your back pressed up against the crate and neck craning to look up at him.
âThat is quite all right,â he assured, taking your chin in his hand again. âI do.â
With that, he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was soft, and exploratory, sending shivers up your spine. You shuddered against him, and he took that as an affirmation to press against you more firmly.
Relaxing your body, you allowed Tech to move closer, legs spreading to allow him to slot himself against your trembling form. Your hands came up to grasp at his firm biceps as he pulled away from your mouth. You panted, eyes fixed on his slightly swollen lips.
âI want you to tell me if you are uncomfortable at any point,â he instructed lowly. âDue to your enhanced state you may not feel the usual discomfort, but seeing as you have never done this before, there is still the chance you may-â
âTech,â you pleaded, interrupting him. His touch had ignited something inside of you, and you pressed up against him. You knew that when this was over you would be grateful for his concern, but right now you just wanted him to kiss you again.
âPlease,â you whispered, and you saw his throat bob as he swallowed roughly. You wondered how you looked in his eyes - flushed, aroused, body fervently pleading for his. Did he like it? Or was this just clinical for him? Your lust-addled mind wanted him to like it. You wanted him to like you.
Clearing his throat, Tech leaned back down. This time you met his mouth with your own, sighing at the way he licked your lips before his tongue slid over yours. He pulled back, and your whine at the loss turned into another sigh as he kissed from your jaw, down your arched neck to your collarbone. Grasping the hem of your shirt, he pulled it off your damp skin and let out the smallest of exhales at the sight of your bare chest.
âBrilliant,â he mumbled. With impressive strength, he grasped your hips and sat you up on the crate so that your chest was level with his head. Dipping his head down again, he placed more soft, open kisses on your skin. One of your hands went from his arm to his head as his clever tongue lathed over the peak of one breast - the sensation made you gasp, shocks of pleasure cascading down to your slick cunt.
âSensitive,â Tech noted, voice husked as he moved from one peaked nipple to the other. âA result of the drug, perhaps?â His teeth pulled on your nipple, gentle yet firm, and you arched into it. âOr maybe youâre always like this.â
âD-donât know,â you stuttered. âYouâre the first one to d-do thisâŠâ
A pleased hum, and Tech looks up at you. âFascinating,â he husked. You wondered if he liked that - being the first man to touch you, kiss you, see you bare in this way. It would certainly fit with his curious nature.
He trails his mouth down your body, lips ghosting over your soft flesh. He comes to the top of your leggings and leans back. Taking them in his hands, he begins to pull them down your thighs, your hips lifting to assist.
âHave you never experienced any kind of sexual contact, or just not penetrative sex?â He inquired, slipping your drenched panties down your legs as well.
âNothing,â you mumbled. âJustâŠjust myself.â You had explored your own body a few times, but a lack of experience and motivation had never brought you any kind of significant relief.
âNothing,â he repeats, and pushes your shoulders gently so that you are laying back on top of the crate, your hips pulled to the edge. Tech kneels, and you prop yourself up nervously, realizing what he was intending to do.
âI- I think Iâm pretty ready,â you squeak. âYou donât have to do that-â You trail off as he flicks his eyes from the apex of your thighs to your face. He lifts his goggles off, placing them down neatly at your side.
âThis is your first time,â Techâs gaze is firm, determined. âI would be remiss if I did not give you the experience you deserve.â His hands come to spread your thighs, and even through the fog of your lust, you burn at the thought of him staring at your glistening folds. One of his hands moves from your thigh, and he runs two fingers over your cunt, pressing at the swollen, sensitive flesh. You let out a moan as he repeats the motion, applying pressure on your clit with his knuckles.
He settles his face between your legs comfortably, pulling one of your legs to the side and lifting the other to rest on his shoulder. With one last glance at your smoldering expression, he dips down and lathes his tongue from your leaking hole up over your clit.
You gasp, a hand coming up to cover your mouth. Every new sensation up to this point had been more pleasurable than the last, but this? The feeling of Techâs tongue licking your cunt purposefully was nearly indescribable. It was more than just the physical sensation; it was also the visual of this man kneeling before you with his head between your thighs. Something about Tech had always seemed so untouchable, unattainable, yet here he was, mouthing against your cunt on a dusty floor.
âNo need to silence yourself,â Tech chides, a frown on his brow. âThere is no one around to overhear, and I would like verbal confirmation of your pleasure.â
âO-okay,â you breathe shakily, moving your hand from your mouth. Satisfied, Tech returns to his work dutifully.
You oblige his request with soft panting and gasps, and let your fingers run tentatively over his scalp. He hums in affirmation against you, making you twitch from the subtle vibration.
He focuses on your clit as something bright begins to spark inside of you. You know what an orgasm is - theoretically - and lay your head back down as Tech draws you closer. He alternates between kitten licks and sucking, and a tremble starts in your lower body. As it builds so does your anticipation. Itâs almost overwhelming, and Tech notices you fighting it.
âLet it happen,â he soothes. âIâve got you. Youâll feel better once you come.â More attention to your pulsing clit, and your leg begins to shake as your orgasm crests.
Your back arches stiffly, your mouth opening into a silent gasp. Tech holds you firm, licking and kissing your cunt all the way through it. Warmth, like liquid lightning, explodes from where his mouth meets your body, and for a moment you think youâll never come down from it.
Eventually, you come to, leaning up back on your elbows as Tech stands. He wipes his chin with a thumb absently, and you stare at how his lips glisten with you.
âWas that your first orgasm?â Tech queries. You nod, still in a haze. He smirks ever so slightly, clearly pleased with himself.
âHow do you feel?â
You frown, trying to think. Much of the burning sensation is gone, but thereâs still an ache deep inside of you that has yet to be satisfied.
âEmpty,â you decide, and Tech lets out another terse breath. You look down at his waist - he is stripped to just his blacks, and there is a prominent bulge pressing against the dark fabric. Â Your mouth suddenly waters, and you lurch forward, startling Tech.
He stabilizes you with his hands on your shoulders. âCareful,â he warns.
âI want to make you feel good,â you insist. âTeach me how to touch you.â
His throat bobs again as he swallows roughly. âAnother time,â he placates. âThis time is about you.â
He slides his blacks down, revealing his cock, hard and throbbing. Your cunt pulses in anticipation. Youâd never seen a man's penis outside of images on the ânet, so you didnât have a lot of references, but you were pretty sure he was more endowed than the average male. So much so that even through the insistence of the drug you were concerned if he would fit inside you.
Tech comes forward to kiss you again, pulling you towards him. Sliding his arms under your bare thighs, he pulls you off the crate and walks you over to where his bed linens are spread out. Breaking from your mouth, he lays you down, hovering over your body and slotting himself between your legs. He shuffles forward, groin meeting yours, and rubs the head of himself through your slick.
âRemember what I said,â he directs lowly, and you nod. Satisfied, he grasps your hips and positions his cock at your entrance.
You wince at the pressure and the push; not from pain, but from the experience of a new sensation. Even through the enhancement the drug has placed on your body, he stretches you, splits you. Your mind races, trying to find the words to describe how it feels to have his cock inside of you - full, big, deep - finally deciding that it just feels right.
A groan from above you snaps your focus back externally, and you look up at Techâs face. His brow is furrowed, not unlike when he is focusing on a problem.
âAre you ok?â You whisper, and he nods, head dipping to see where he is feeding himself into you. He pushes forward, thrusting more of his cock into your body.
âYes,â he breathes out. âYou are very tight, even with the effects of the drug.â
Clocking your concerned expression, he dips his head down to capture your mouth in another kiss. âIt is - you feel incredible,â he assures. âIâm going to move now.â
Tech starts out slow, the drag of his cock up and then down intended to get you acclimated. Your legs come up to hook over his hips, and you bite your lip at the way your body is dragged against his.
You sigh in pleasured satisfaction, eyes closing and body relaxing into the rough medical blankets. Above you, Tech watches the way your mouth opens and brings a hand up to caress your swollen bottom lip.
âHow does it feel?â Tell me,â he requests. Your brow furrows as you try to find the words, and he urges you on with another purposeful thrust.
âGood,â you cry. âStars, Tech- itâs so good.â You roll your hips up to meet his, body purring with gratification at the strained breath it draws from him.
âWhat feels good?â He prods. His hips circle, and you choke at how he seems to know exactly where you need him inside of you.
âYour cock. Sâbig. Filling me up,â you mewl. âI l-like it, Tech.â
âGood girl,â he breathes out, and you clench at the praise. His pace quickens, and you know that youâll feel the ache of him inside you for days after this.
You feel an orgasm building once more, though this time it is sparking from deeper inside of you. Thereâs a particular spot inside of your cunt that his cock rams against over and over, precise and intentional. One of his hands comes down to press softly against your swollen clit, and you let out a squeak at the sensation. You try to fight down your release, wanting to drag this out as long as you can.
âIâŠam not going to last much longer,â Tech professes, voice tense. You let out a low wail. âWhere do you want me to come?â
âInside me,â you beg instantly. âCome in me Tech, please. I need it.â It isnât an exaggeration - your nerves scream for him to spill his seed inside of you, to satisfy the fire under your skin. Itâs what you need to relieve the ache that has been building for hours.
âP-persuasive,â he chokes, gripping your hips and fucking himself into you harder. âIf you insist-â
Your legs, hooked over his thin waist, tighten their grip around him. You cease fighting your impending release, enjoying the way your cunt flutters around Techâs iron-hard cock. He is enjoying it as well if the way his mouth opens in a low gasp is any indication.
âT-tech,â you rasp, and his gaze snaps to your face. A firm hand grasps your chin, and he leans forward, his chest pressing against your own heaving form.
âLook at me when you come,â he demands, and you do your best to do what he says, Your orgasm rolls over you, and you blink away tears of pleasure as he rocks you through it.
His own finish comes during yours, the way your cunt clenches around him wringing from him the orgasm you need him to have. Itâs a sight - the normally so put-together man burying his face into the side of your neck to muffle the sound of his pleasure into your sweat-slicked skin. His hips slow their pace as he pulses his release inside of you, giving in to your request for him to finish inside of your desperate cunt.
It takes a moment for both of you to steady your breathing. You throw an arm over your eyes, relief pouring through your body. It feels like dipping into a cold pool of water on a hot day, body returning to a state of equilibrium.
Lifting himself off you slowly, Tech pulls himself out of you at the same time. Your tongue darts out with a gasp at the sensation of something thick leaking out of your still-fluttering cunt. You hear him let out a satisfied noise at the sight, tucking himself back into his underlayers.
âAre you all right?â He questions softly, and you peek out from under your arm to nod.
âYes,â you shiver. âT-thanks. I feel much better.â
Nodding, Tech leans against the crate, letting out a sigh. âI amâŠglad to hear it.â
Now that the drug has been placated, your senses returning to normal, you start to feel awkward. Following his lead, you gather your clothes and slip them on quietly, leaning up against the crate next to him. You pull your knees up to your chest and lay your chin on top, wondering if you should say something.
âYou are thinking very loudly,â Tech comments, and you flick your eyes at him. His head leans against the crate, turned slightly to pierce you knowingly.
âIs mind reading another one of your enhancements?â You mumble, and he gives you a soft smile.
âNo, though that would come in handy at times,â he reckons. âI just mean that you should not feel embarrassed at what has just transpired between us, though it is natural for one to experience those kinds of feeling after their first sexual encounter-â
âEasier said than done,â you challenged half-heartedly. âBut thanks. IâmâŠgrateful that you were here.â
âWas it satisfactory?â Tech inquired, and you let out a short laugh.
âWell itâs not like I have a wide frame of reference - but yes,â you admit. âIt wasâŠvery good.â You clear your throat, embarrassed. âWas itâŠokâŠfor you?â
Tech raises a brow at your timid question. âAre you asking if I enjoyed having sex with you?â
You groan and bury your face in your knees, and feel him shuffle closer to you.
âWhile it may have been born out of medical necessity, it was not a chore,â Tech assures you. He knocks a shoulder against you, and you tilt your head up to pout at him. Thatâs probably the most direct affirmation youâre going to get from him, you decide. Little wins.
âAnd I meant what I said,â he continues. âAboutâŠanother time. If you are not opposed.â Your brows raise in interest, and you clear your throat nervously before asking;
âHow long did you say it would take the rest of the crew to get here?"
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Would anyone be interested in non-Din/Reader fics? Specifically Tech/Reader and Rex/Reader.
(not abandoning Mando by any means! just very emotional about clones rn đ§đ»ââïž)
#itâs a coping mechanism#not fic#the bad batch#tbb tech#captain rex#the mandalorian#star wars#din x reader#rex x reader#tech x reader
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ephemeris
Din Djarin/Reader | 3.4k | Rated E | afab reader, no y/n, modern setting, voyeurism, accidental voyeurism, masturbation, mutual masturbation (technically), pining, neighbors to lovers, single parent Din Djarin, slight/vague age difference, slight mention of blood, Din is lonely and doesnât want to admit it
Din is not excited about getting a new neighbor.
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Modern Din/Scholar!Reader
a/n: Technically the same scholar!reader as in my other fics. This can be read alone/separately.
read on ao3
The first emotion Din has when he sees the building manager changing the lock on the apartment door is idle confusion, which is then replaced with annoyance. Changing locks means that someone is moving in next door.
Din likes his privacy. He likes the security of being the only person living on this floor. He chose this complex over all others because it was in a part of the city that didnât get a lot of traffic and it was within walking distance to Groguâs daycare. It wasnât fancy, but it suited him just fine.
His last neighbors had been a couple who liked to watch the television on the highest setting and then have competitions on who could scream the loudest over it. Thankfully they had moved - or been evicted, he wasnât sure - and it had been blissfully silent ever since.
That was about to change though, he thought sullenly. The local university had recently announced a housing crisis, so college-aged students were moving in all over the city. This area was near enough to the train station and had cheap enough rent that he knew it was only a matter of time before he had rowdy young adults to deal with, keeping him and Grogu up all through the night and leaving trash everywhere.
ââMornin,â the building manager grunted at Din, pulling himself up with a huff. Din nodded shortly in response, trying to get his key into the lock as quickly as he could to avoid talking.
âYer gettinâ a new neighbor,â the man continued, obviously not perturbed by Dinâs lack of interest in holding a conversation. âThough you probably figured that out yourself.â
âGreat,â Din muttered, finally getting the key into his lock and letting himself into his apartment. âCanât kriffing wait.â
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Itâs a few more days before his new neighbor moves in - long enough for Din to just start hoping that maybe no one will be coming after all. Those hopes are dashed one late summer afternoon when he returns home, Grogu in tow, to see a mountain of boxes stacked outside the apartment next to his.
He eyes them, trying to get a clue of who the incoming nuisance might be. All the boxes are packed neatly, not giving away much about whom they belong to.
âDa!â Grogu points at the boxes, big eyes wide with interest. Heâs been going through a phase where he loves opening things and pulling everything inside out for his father to put away again.
âNo touching,â Din warns him, recognizing the gleam in his eyes. âCome on, letâs go insid-â
âAh, shit!â
Din looks up to see a stack of cardboard boxes walking toward him. The boxes are dropped heavily onto the ground, revealing a young woman panting from the journey up the stairs with them (the elevator has been âout of serviceâ since before Din moved in, another deterrent to new neighbors that had failed). He pauses, key in his door, curiosity winning out over his desire to retreat.
You havenât noticed him yet. He watches as you wipe the sweat off your brow with the back of your hand, before leaning down to grab something off the ground. Your outburst must have been from dropping your keys, which you scoop up along with a packet of paperwork he recognizes from when he himself signed the lease for his place.
Youâre younger than he expected, but not as young as he was afraid of, Din thinks.
Itâs then that you notice him, and he flinches a little at your soft smile. âHi,â you breathe quickly, still out of breath. âYou must be my neighbor.â
âYeah,â Din replies. Grogu babbles, holding on to his jeans, and Din pats his head protectively. âThatâs us.â
You glance down at the child and frown. âOh cr-my gosh - so sorry for swearing,â you apologize. âIn front of your kid.â
âSâfine,â Din waves you off, opening his front door and ushering his curious child inside. âHeâs heard worse. See ya.â
âNice to meet you!â He hears you call out just as he shuts the door. With a sigh, he leans against the dark wood, kicking his shoes off. Grogu drops his backpack and runs to the kitchen table, the new neighbor and her boxes already forgotten in favor of his after-school snack.
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Youâre thankfully quiet, for the most part. He can sometimes hear you when heâs sitting in his bedroom - your bedroom and bathroom walls are on the other side. Other than that, and some soft music or television sounds every once in a while, youâre a decent neighbor.
He thinks youâre a student. Heâs seen you walk to the train a few times - always to the same line. You have a habit of not coming back until late in the evening, and he wonders if you have friends in the city because you never have guests over. The weeks pass, and Din begins to settle out of his annoyance of having someone living next door.
Itâs an early fall afternoon when thereâs a knock at the door. Din glances towards it, one brow raising in question. Heâs sat at the small dining room table with Grogu, helping the child complete his âhomeworkâ assignment. He uses the word homework rather loosely, as itâs a coloring page and his kid hasnât yet mastered the art of coloring inside the lines. Groguâs daycare teacher had explained that it was supposed to help with building dexterity, but so far all Din can tell is that his kid is probably not hosting an art show any time soon.
Another short knock and Din rises and peers out his peephole. Itâs the girl from next door, a nervous look on her face.
He opens the door partly, shielding the view inside of his home out of instinct. You step back as if you werenât sure if it would have actually opened or not, and blink up at him, saying nothing.
âHello,â Din says. This is the first time either of you has ever seen each other up close, he realizes.
You clear your throat, and he notices that youâre fidgeting a little. âHi. Um, really sorry to bother you but I was wondering - can I use your balcony?â
Din blinks. âWhat?â
âI forgot my keys and my phone - I locked myself out of my apartment,â you explain sheepishly. âAnd I was wondering if I could climb from your balcony over to mine to get in.â
He should be annoyed. He should tell you sorry, no - but instead, he asks if youâd like him to call building management for you.
You ponder that for a moment. âWill they charge me?â
âProbably,â Din answers.
He watches as you grimace. âNo, thatâs ok,â you decide. âIâll just climb over from your balcony if thatâs all right.â
Stepping aside, Din allows you to scurry into his apartment. Grogu stares as the young woman marches past him towards the sliding glass door, the crayon he was scribbling with clutched in his hand, forgotten.
Your two apartments are pretty much the same layout so it makes sense youâd know where youâre going, but thereâs a weird feeling in Dinâs chest as he watches you move effortlessly through his home. He decides to pack that away for later.
Din follows you to the balcony, leaning up against the doorway to watch you heave yourself up the partition with a groan. He wouldnât consider it a very large obstacle, but you are considerably shorter than he is. To your credit, you manage to get up on top of it rather smoothly.
Straddling it, you look towards your balcony, and then back to him. âThanks,â you call, before slipping down and disappearing from sight. Din nods in your direction, strangely amused at the whole situation. After hearing the soft sound of your balcony door sliding open and shut, he returns inside.
âApo,â Grogu gurgles, and Din shakes his head. âDonât even think about doing that yourself,â he chides. âNo more emergency room trips.â
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Two days later, heâs heading out the door one early morning, already having dropped Grogu off at daycare. You step out of your own apartment, and when you see him you cry out âOh! Hang on!â before dashing back inside.
Din pauses. You return quickly, a plate wrapped in tin foil in your hands. âThank you for letting me climb over your balcony.â You hand him the plate. âI hope you like banana bread.â
He loves banana bread, but heâs not going to tell you that.
âNo problem,â he says instead.
You smile again. He notices how one side of your mouth lifts before the other, and how your eyes crinkle at the edges. You introduce yourself, and he does the same.
Later that night he shares the banana bread with Grogu. The child squeals happily as he smooshes it into his mouth, and Din canât help the smile that graces his usual pout as he cleans the kid up for bed.
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He leaves the next day at the same time and runs into you again. You flash him a smile and a wave as you lock your door.
âIâd better get going or Iâll miss my train,â you apologize, and hoist your bag over your shoulder. You must be going to work. He notices a badge on a lanyard around your neck, the logo of the local university below your ID photo. He follows you down the stairs, noticing your inquisitive glances.
âIâmâŠheaded in the same direction,â he mumbles, and you nod. The two of you walk in silence down the sidewalk.
âAre youâŠheaded to work?â You ask, and he knows youâre trying to ease some of the awkward tension.
âYeah,â he replies shortly. âAre you?â
âIâm a post-doctoral student,â you explain. âWellâŠtechnically I donât have my doctorate yet, but once I finish my research I will.â
So you were a studentâŠtechnically. âWhat do you research?â Heâs usually pretty good at figuring out peopleâs professions based just on how they look, but youâre still a blank canvas.
âCosmology and astrometry,â you reply. Din raises a brow.
âThe evolution and expansion of the universe, and the movement and placement of celestial bodies. Where and why things are where they are in space,â you elaborate.
That wasnât going to be his first guess, he muses. He was going to guess that you were a culinary student or that you worked in a bakery, based solely off of the decadent bread from the other day. But itâs interesting, and he tells you so.
âItâs certainly not boring,â you laugh. Itâs a nice sound, he decides. Thereâs a lightness to it. You ask him what he does for work, and he thinks about what to say.
âSecurity,â he decides. Itâs a safe answer, and mostly true. Sometimes he works security for Fett. Sometimes he works at Peli Mottoâs body shop, repairing old cars no one but he appreciates. He does a lot of different things, most of them under the table - but you donât need to know that.
You part ways at the train station, and you wish him a good day as you dash away. It isnât until youâre out of sight that he realizes his job for the day is in the opposite direction, and he didnât really need to walk the same way as you.
He thinks about that on the long walk back.
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He hears something crash and shatter outside his door. Getting up from the table, he peers outside and sees his neighbor crouched on the ground.
He opens the door, and you whip your head around, startled. Thereâs frustration etched across your brow. He notices a torn paper bag and a broken jar of something - honey? - oozing slowly across the dusty concrete.
âOh, hey,â you greet him. âSorry about this.â You gesture around yourself. âIâll clean it up.â
âWhat happened?â Din inquires, and you sigh.
âI tripped over my own feet,â you confess, and he can see the embarrassment in your eyes. Itâs then that he sees youâre dressed up like you were coming from somewhere fancy. Thereâs a tear on your tights, and he sees that your knee is bleeding.
âYouâre hurt,â he points out, and you glance down.
âOh,â is your response, like you didnât notice until he told you. âI hate these stupid shoes-â he fights the urge to find the way you sit all the way down to pull off your heels and throw them towards your door endearing.
âHang on,â he commands and goes back into his apartment. Grabbing his first aid kit, he comes back out to see you trying to clean up your spilled groceries.
He sets the kit down and kneels next to you. âLeave it,â he says, and you drop the broken glass hesitantly. âLet me clean you up first.â
âOk,â you say softly. Din opens the kit and takes out some disinfectant. He apologizes before ripping the knee of your tights to get to the scrape.
âThisâll sting,â he murmurs, and he admires how you barely flinch as he pats your scraped knee with a cotton pad. The wound looks worse than it really is, and after cleaning the area he decides itâll heal just fine with a bandage.
âYouâre well stocked on med supplies,â you joke, watching as he applies it carefully to your skin. âI especially like the dinosaur bandaids.â
Din huffs. âGrogu likes them,â he defends. Noticing your curious expression, he elaborates. âMy son.â
âAh. So he is your kid,â you smile.
Din cocks a brow. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
You shrug. âNothing. He just doesnât really look like you all that much, and I never see anyone else coming out of your place so I wondered if he was likeâŠa nephew or something. If you babysit him.â
âI adopted him,â Din replies quietly. You nod, a solemn expression on your face.
âMust be difficult, raising a kid by yourself,â you comment after a moment. Din thinks about that. He loves Grogu more than anything in the world, and if given the choice would choose to raise him over and over again. Was it difficult? At first, the adjustment to taking care of him was daunting. He had a lot to learn and made more than a few mistakes. But now heâd say that the most difficult part was learning what to do with all the love he has for the child and how to cope with the worry that if something happened to him, Grogu would be alone.
âItâs worth it,â is what comes out of his mouth instead as he finishes patching up your scrape.
You give him another soft smile as you examine your knee. âThanks,â you say, climbing to your feet. âI owe you - again.â
âDonât worry about it,â Din waves you off. He watches as you pick up what broken glass you can before heading to your door. You wish him farewell and disappear inside, and he hovers for half a moment before doing the same.
â
The next evening thereâs a paper bag on his doormat. Din brings it inside and opens it to find a small cake tin, a note, and a box of space-themed bandaids.
âThanks again,â is all the note says, signed âyour neighborâ. The cake smells like oranges and honey. He eats part of it, licking the crumbs off his fingers, tongue swiping over sticky honeyed syrup.
He wonders, absently, if your mouth tastes the same.
â
Itâs nice, Din realizes one dark winter evening, as he hears your bed springs creak through the thin walls. Nice having the odd company of someone next door. Heâs gotten used to hearing your routines, the sound of your shower coming on, or the low buzz of your toothbrush.
He doesnât admit that the sound of the bed creaking at night as you go to sleep and in the morning as you rise makes him feel closer to you than he is. Heâs not that lonely.
Din closes his eyes and tries to force himself to fall asleep, listening to you settle into your own bed. Youâre moving around more than usual. He can hear your sheets shifting around you.
He hears your sigh and firmly tells himself that it was not a moan.
âMmm.â
His eyes blink open. Ok, that was definitely a moan.
He should get up. He should go into his living room and shut the door and pretend like he didnât hear it.
Instead, he stills, heart pounding, waiting to hear if you do it again.
âOhhh.â you sigh out, the end of it turning into another moan. His cock throbs a little, and he rubs over it through his pants absently before clenching his fists in a half-hearted attempt to stop.
Youâre alone, he knows. Heâs never seen you bring anyone over. That means youâre doing it all yourself.
Another low croon. This time when his cock throbs Din presses on where heâs bulging under his sweatpants. It jumps at the sensation. He immediately feels shame.
You have to know, right? Just as your bed creaks, so does his. You share a wall - you must know that he can hear you.
His mind spins. Either you donât know, and if he gets up now and you hear it youâll know heâs right there and only moving after already getting an earful -
Or you do know - you know heâs on the other side of the wall, and that he can hear the way youâre touching himself. And youâre doing it anyways.
He wonders how youâre doing it. He knows he shouldnât but he does. His hand shakes, and he resists the urge to snake it under the waistband of his sweats, to stroke his cock slowly, in time with your sweet, muffled sounds and the images his mind is creating.
Youâre probably on your back, legs spread, hand tucked into your own sleeping bottoms. Youâre playing with your clit, soft flesh swollen and puffy.
Thereâs a pause, and silence, which is then replaced by a low, buzzing hum. Din hears you gasp and chokes down one of his own.
He wonders if your back arches at the way the toy vibrates against you. He wonders if your mouth opens softly, and he wants to know if your tongue swipes over your lips.
His cock jumps as he imagines slotting his body over yours, hiking your leg up his side, and devouring your desperate little pants.
Thereâs a whine from the other side of the wall, and muffled words. He wonders what youâre saying, as you press your face into your pillow in an attempt to quiet yourself. He imagines you praising the way he feels against you, inside of you -
Shame gives way to desire as he lets himself take his cock in hand. Just this once, Din thinks. Heâll let himself have this, and then in the morning, heâll move his bed to the other side of the room.
Fuck, heâs hard. He thinks himself silly, getting so aroused just by hearing a pretty girl through a wall. Itâs been a long time since heâs shared a bed with anyone. He blames it on that.
More muffled gasps through the wall, and itâs a fight to keep himself from answering. He strokes his cock steadily, determined not to give himself away. The sound of the vibrator increases in intensity, and he thinks you must be close.
Heâd fuck you so much better than that toy. Heâd give it to you any way you wanted. Heâd lathe his tongue over your breasts until you were writhing underneath him. Heâd have you face down into the mattress, mouth sealed over your cunt, you begging him to let you come -
âAh!â Thereâs a shriek that is instantly muffled, and he wonders if itâs from you burying your face into your pillow or biting down on your hand. He thinks about your lower body shaking, trembling through your orgasm, and he grits his teeth as he comes himself, spilling wetly over his fist.
Din holds his breath. Youâre silent on the other side, and for a second he panics, hoping he didnât make any noise to alert you.
He lets out a breath as he hears your body shift, rolling away from the wall. He waits until he hears you settle before slipping quietly out of bed to clean himself up. He washes his hands in the bathroom sink, avoiding his own gaze in the mirror. Thereâs a pit in his stomach as he falls asleep, and he eases his shame by telling himself heâll move the bed in the morning.
â
He doesnât.
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Din Djarin/Reader | 2.5k | Rated E | afab reader, no y/n, pregnancy, Mandâalor Din Djarin, pregnant sex, pregnancy related body dysmorphia, descriptions of childbirth, descriptions of pain, blood
A short wrap-up to aquae vivae. This has descriptions of body dysmorphia, pain and stress during childbirth, and blood.
a/n: The concept of Mandalorians viewing childbirth as a battle is inspired by Aztec mythology and folklore.
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You werenât exactly trying to avoid it, but it still happens sooner than you expected.
Fatigue. Sore abdomen and breasts. Minor mood swings. All symptoms of an impending menstrual cycle - which never comes.
You keep quiet about it at first. A visit to a med droid confirms your suspicions and gives you a clearer timeline. Just a few weeks in so far. Many months to go.
Laying on the bed, you press soft fingers into the flesh of your stomach absentmindedly, trying to imagine it swollen and round. Youâd have to let your clothes out, you realize. Or get new ones. Plus all of the other things babies require.
You donât know where to even start. You donât have any family here on Mandalore besides your husband - no one to ask, to confide in.
Din had raised Grogu, but that was different. He isnât a normal baby. A human baby. Your baby.
The sound of the door opening makes you turn your head to look. Din has arrived, Grogu in his arms. They had been training, based on the paint splattered across the childâs clothes.
âAre you all right?â Din questions, seeing you laid out over the blankets.
You nod. âYes. Just tired.â
Setting Grogu down, he starts to take off his boots and helmet. âAre you sure youâre not working too hard? Youâve been more tired than usual the past few days.â
âIâm sure,â you reply. He casts you a small frown, which you canât help but smile at. You like how his lips curve naturally into a soft pout.
Raising your hand, you beckon him closer. âCome here.â
Din obliges you, walking slowly toward your bed. He lets you grab his gloved hand, and you pull him down so that he lies next to you. You entwine your fingers with his, turning your head to look into his dark eyes.
He has such nice eyes, you think. Perhaps your baby would have his eyes.
âYou sure youâre ok?â Din asks again. Thereâs worry in his tone, and you squeeze his hand in reassurance. Are you ok? Yes and no. Youâre nervous, anxious, and so full of an emotion you canât name that you feel like youâre going to burst.
âIâm pregnant.â The words fall loosely from your mouth. You watch his expression - eyes widening almost imperceptibly. A short breath leaves his lips.
âPregnant,â he repeats, almost as if in disbelief. You nod. Tears prick the edge of your vision, and youâre not sure why. Hormones, maybe?
He glances down at your bare abdomen. Removing a glove, he places his palm over you, warmth emanating from his skin into yours. The two of you stay like that for several silent minutes.
âA baby,â he murmurs, and thereâs so much awe in how he says it. âOur baby. Youâre pregnant.â He looks up at you, and you see the loving determination in his gaze. It makes you feel braver.
âI donât know how to be a parent,â you confess, looking for support. Dinâs eyes soften, and he kisses your lips, the tip of your nose, and the sides of your eyes where tears glisten.
âWeâll figure it out together,â he promises.
â
News of your pregnancy is slow to travel. Itâs several months before you start to show noticeably - several months before you can no longer get away with wearing baggier and baggier clothes to cover it up.
It starts with low murmurs in the palace. Idle mumbles of congratulations, which you smile at and hurry past. Itâs not that you arenât happy or excited - sometimes it feels like your heart is going to burst from it all - but youâre nervous. Having a baby is a big deal. Having the Mandâalorâs baby is an even bigger deal.
Din is your constant shadow, unwilling to leave you alone or unguarded for any amount of time. When he absolutely canât be at your side, he assigns his most loyal and highly trained guards to escort you.
After one incident when a guard doesnât even let you open a jar yourself, you snap. That evening you sit your husband down and explain that you arenât helpless and that while you appreciate the concern, itâs becoming more of a nuisance than a help.
Those big brown eyes look up at you forlornly. He agrees to tone it down, pulling you closer by the waist. He kisses the growing swell of your stomach through your linen shift as you pat his soft hair lovingly. You canât stay mad at him.
The midwives had told you that it would be normal for you to experience an increased libido as time went on. However, it was Din who was becoming more and more insatiable with each passing day. Whether it was lathing over your breasts or buried between your legs, there was scarcely a night where his mouth wasnât on you somewhere.
Din murmurs idolization into your stomach, and you bite your lip at the feeling of his scruff on your sensitive skin. Laying you back on the bed, he spreads your legs open and kisses softly from the summit of your bump down to where youâre swollen and waiting for him. He has you coming undone with just a few wide laps of his tongue, praising you the whole while.
He tells you how good you taste, and how sensitive you are to his touches. You feel like a goddess being worshipped with how he revels in your changing body.
It helps you on the days you feel detached from yourself. You examine yourself in the full-length mirror, propped up in your closet. Pulling your top up, you cup your round stomach with both hands, turning to view yourself from a side angle.
Din finds you there, brows furrowed in thought. âEverything all right?â He asks.
âI donât recognize myself,â you murmur. As your body changes, you struggle with seeing yourself in your reflection. Itâs made worse by people commenting on how you look - how big youâre getting or how the way your stomach sits means youâre carrying a boy or a girl or whatever other wivesâ tales people come up with. Youâve taken to avoiding the court as much as possible as your due date draws nearer.
Din comes up behind you and places his hands over yours, thumbs stroking lovingly over your soft skin. He places his chin on your shoulder, looking at your reflection in the mirror. You lean your head against his.
âI see a woman carrying my child,â he soothes. âA woman who grows more beautiful by the day.â He places a soft kiss to your hair, and you give him a small smile.
â
Something happens on the southern continent, something that his military advisors say requires Dinâs attention. At first, he refuses to go, citing your nearing due date.
âJust go,â you insist. âWeâve got a few weeks left. Youâll be back before you know it.â
âIâd never forgive myself if I missed the birth of our child,â he presses. âIf I wasnât there at your side.â
âIâll hold it in,â you counter, and that gets a huff and a smirk from him.
He grumbles but acquiesces. You wish him good luck and tell him you love him, watching him and Grogu take off in his starfighter.
You waddle back to your chambers, looking forward to getting off your feet. Everything aches recently, and resting in your soft bed surrounded by an ever-increasing mountain of pillows is all that soothes you. Din had teased you about it, feigning exasperation at his disappearing real estate, but dutifully fetched you more and more pillows.
You wince at a sharp pain in your back. Itâs nothing to be concerned about, you tell yourself. Youâve got all kinds of pain, in more than just your back. It would be ridiculous if you went into labor the same hour Din left the city -
Another sharp pain and you start to feel clammy. Something feels wrong, innately wrong. The pain doesnât dissipate, and you have to sit down on a window ledge before your legs give out.
You tap on your wrist communicator, sending a message to the med droid and midwife with your location.
Thereâs a dampness between your legs. Did your water break? You canât see past your stomach, so you reach down to touch and feel faint when your hand comes back smeared in blood.
âNo no no,â you mumble. âNot yet, please not yet - not right now, your fatherâs not here.â
Another roll of pain is the only answer, and you choke back a cry. The last thing you remember before your vision goes black is the hurried drone of the med droid arriving, and being lifted in strong, familiar arms.
You come to in a private med bay as Din lays you down carefully. He snaps at the med droid trying to squeeze in next to him, and the midwife snaps back at him and tells him that, Mandâalor or no, if he wants to stay he has to move so they can do their job.
He moves to kneel next to the bed, moving your hair out of your face gently. You sigh as the midwife injects you with something that begins to make the terrible pain subside.
âHow are you here?â You murmur, turning your head to look at Din. His eyes are wide, and you can see fear in the way he searches your face.
âGrogu,â he whispers. âHe started to cry, and I just - I had a really bad feeling.â
âHush now,â the midwife announced. You looked up at her helmeted face. âYou need to save your energy, young warrior.â
âMânot a warrior,â you choke out.
âYou are,â the stern woman insisted. âIn our culture, childbirth is conceptually equivalent to battle. You are going to fight and struggle as you labor to bring your child into this world, and if you are to emerge victorious you will need all of your strength.â
A deep ache gets past whatever pain reliever you have in your system, and you curl up with a low groan. Your hand dashes out to grab Dinâs, and you clench it hard as the contraction rolls through you.
âYou can do this,â your husband says firmly. âI am here with you, my love.â
Itâs not a quick birth. The midwife says something about complications, but you can barely think through the pain and the instinctual need for your body to just push. Din does not leave your side for a moment through the entire process, which lasts well into the night.
At last, your screams are answered by the wail of your daughter as she enters this world, and you collapse back onto the sheets. Sheâs placed, wet and screaming on your chest, and you barely have a chance to croak out a âhelloâ before your vision goes black again.
â
Low murmuring, like a lullaby, draws you from your sleep. Your eyes open slowly, vision blurry, and you see a broad figure sitting next to you holding a bundle of blankets in their arms.
You shift, getting the attention of your husband. Din looks up at you, a gentle smile on his curved lips. He glances back down at the bundle. Thereâs adoration in the way his eyes shine, like nothing youâve ever seen from him before.
âYour motherâs awake, little one,â he hushes. You blink, trying to break out of your hazy mindset. âWould you like to try meeting her again?â
He moves carefully toward you and settles next to you on the bed. You sit up, eyes wide and curious, eager to see the face of the child youâd been carrying for all these months.
Sheâs asleep, and youâre delighted to see that her lips pout the same way Dinâs do. She has a tuft of dark hair, and ten perfect little fingers and toes.
âHello,â you whisper. âHello, Rila.â Din leans over and transfers your daughter into your waiting arms, wrapping his arms around the both of you and holding you close.
âSheâs beautiful,â you say dreamily. Din presses a soft kiss to your hair.
âLike her mother,â he agrees. You glance up at him, a watery smile on your lips.
Rila yawns, and blinks, and your heart sings when you realize that she does have her fatherâs eyes.
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Din Djarin/Reader | 4.1k | Rated E | afab reader, no y/n, PIV sex, Mandâalor Din Djarin, breeding kink, dom/sub undertones, mention of pregnancy, subtle sex pollen, wedding night, oral sex
Your wedding night as the new bride of the Mand'alor.
AU of the 'trying to sleep' series (non-linear oneshots featuring you, a university scholar from Naboo who is helping The Mandalorian seek out the Jedi). Can be read alone.
a/n: This follows the same general story as 'thrones and people and cities' but can technically be read alone.I tagged 'sex pollen' but it just barely fits that trope. Mainly just added it so folks who aren't into it can skip/you're aware of the inherent dubious consent of it - but there is nothing but 100%, enthusiastic consent from all parties here.
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You pause at the edge of the pool, eyeing the dark depths. The sound of dripping water echoes through the caverns, the only sound apart from your thrumming heart.
The murmur of your name snaps your attention to the caped man halfway down the steps into the pool. Din is half-turned towards you, armored head to toe as usual, the end of his long, furred cape floating in the still water. The cape around your shoulders matches his, and you rub the soft fur with your fingers nervously.
Din reaches out a gloved hand. Stepping forward, you lay your own in it and let him lead you down into the water. Youâre surprised - despite the dark chill of the cavern, the water is strangely warm. You wonder if it is fed by geothermal springs, deep below the crust of the planet, or if it is something deeper.
Thereâs magic in the sacred pools, Din had murmured into your hair one late night. He told you about how bathing in the waters had redeemed him, how it was the great catalyst leading to his eventual accession to the role of Mandâalor. Now, as you stand before him, hands grasped in his, you wonder if the tingling on your skin is from the magnitude of what was about to occur or something more. Something without a name.
When Din had explained to you what a Mandalorian wedding was like, you had been quite happy at knowing it was a simple sharing of vows. He had then suggested that the two of you journey into the depths below the city center, to where the caverns with the living waters were located. There, just the two of you, you would bind yourself not only to the man you loved but also become Mandalorian yourself. It was a big moment, and one you had put a lot of careful thought into.
âAre you ready?â Din asks quietly. Squeezing his hands, you smile softly.
âYes.â
Though you had memorized the vows before venturing into the caves, Din lead you through the words. You were grateful, not wanting to embarrass yourself by stumbling over the pronunciation.
âMhi solus tome.â
We are one when together.
âMhi solus darâtome.â
We are one when apart.
âMhi me'dinui an.
We share all.
âMhi ba'juri verde.â
We will raise warriors.
â
Blinking at the late afternoon light, you followed Din up out of the caves, wet gown sticking around your legs. You were looking forward to changing out of your damp outfit and spending the rest of the evening with your new husband.
People buzzed around you the whole way back to your chambers, several of them wishing the two of you congratulations. You murmured shy thanks, the feeling of being the center of attention during what you felt was such an intimate time causing some of your innate timidness to come forward.
Din had explained to you that part of Mandalorian weddings included feasting and celebrating after the vows were shared. The families and clans of the couples were usually the extent of the guests, but with an apologetic smile, Din warned you that the feast to celebrate your union was likely to be much larger. He was quite beloved as a leader - as the first Mandâalor to resettle the planet since the Purge. The first royal wedding in decades, with the capital more populated than it had been in ages, was shaping up to be quite the affair.
The delegation from Naboo had also gotten involved. The ambassador, who had been so put off by your relationship at first, reveled in the chance to showcase Naboo. All week shipments of millaflowers and lanterns were arriving, along with cases of draping fabrics, mirrors, and jewel-toned crystal. He had even commissioned a gown for you to wear during the feast. Traditionally Naboo clothing was very structured, so you were thankful to see that the gown the ambassador had made for you was in the lake country style - lighter, made of lace and tulle, with a low, open back.
As you stepped into the gown, securing it at your shoulders and around your neck, you paused to look at yourself in the full-length mirror in the closet of your chambers. You had never worn something so lovely. Draped over a chair in the corner was your cape, now dry from its dip in the living waters. It was a symbol of your new status, and you mused at the fact that the gown complemented it quite well.
A knock at the closet door drew you out into the main part of your room. Din - your husband, you thought giddily - was standing there in his armor, sans helmet. You felt yourself flush at the way his eyes widened at your appearance, drinking you in.
âYou look stunning,â he breathed, and you smiled at the compliment. You step forward and fuss with his armor - unnecessary, as it was spotless as usual - and looked up into his deep, kind eyes.
âYou donât look so bad yourself,â you remarked, leaning up to kiss the side of his mouth gently. You felt him smile and tilt his head to chase after your mouth, but you pulled away teasingly.
âLater,â you whispered. âWe have a feast to attend, remember?â
Din grumbled, and you smiled placatingly. Youâd be lying if you didnât want to forget about the feast and spend the rest of the evening alone with your husband, but you knew if you didnât show up for just a little while the ambassador would drag you there himself.
âI have something for you first,â Din pulled a small pouch out and turned it over. Something silver fell out into the palm of his gloved hand.
âA pendant?â You watched him hold it up, and saw that it was a delicate chain with a silver charm at the end in the stylized shape of some kind of creature, no bigger than one of your fingernails.
âI asked the armorer to make it,â he murmured. âItâs a Mudhorn, the symbol of my - our - clan.â He reached forward and clasped it around your neck, the weight of the pendant laying heavily on your breast. âItâs pure beskar, made from a piece of my armor.â
You looked down, touching it lightly. âItâs beautiful.â
Din merely smiled, leaning forward to place his forehead on yours, and you responded in a quiet moment of tranquility.
â
The feast was certainly one for the history books. The throne room made you gasp as you entered it, arm-in-arm with Din. The vaulted ceilings were lit with hundreds of beautifully crafted lanterns, mirrors, and crystals reflecting the shimmering flames around the massive space. The millaflowers and fabric draped every surface, the sweet scent of the blooms perfuming everything around you. You gave credit to those who had decorated - all of the decorations perfectly complimented the stark, structured Mandalorian architecture. It truly was a unification of your two cultures.
All around you guests came forward with well-wishes and gifts, which a never-ending retinue of assistants would take a place elsewhere. Grogu, who was also dressed up for the occasion, gurgled happily in his fatherâs arms at all of the attention. You, however, were starting to feel a bit overwhelmed.
Sensing your discomfort, Din lead you up to the raised dais in the front of the room, where the two of you sat side-by-side in lavish seats set in front of the throne. You reached for a goblet and downed a mouthful of sweet, flowery liquor. Din - who had put his helmet back on before the two of you joined the celebrations - tilted his head slightly in amusement.
âFeeling all right?â He asked, placing his hand on your thigh soothingly. You nodded, placing your drink down on the table and sighing deeply.
âYes, I just needed some space,â you admitted. âItâs a lot to take in.â
âI know,â he answered. âJust a little while longer.â
Guests continued to stream up to the two of you, though now that you were seated and there was a decadent table between you and them you felt more at ease.
An elder Mandalorian approached your table with a crystal carafe filled with a deep red liquid. Setting it gently on the table, they intoned in heavy Mandoâa.
âWine,â Din translates, âMade in the ancient tradition from herbs and tinctures symbolizing prosperity and love. Itâs a gift from those who remember the old ways and hope that our union brings forth a new age of growth for our people.â
âThank you,â you express, taking the carafe. The elder bowed, before shuffling away to allow others to come forward.
The number of people coming up to you seemed to go on forever, and you poured yourself a generous glass of the special wine to help distract you and calm your nerves. It seemed to be working, the sweet yet tart liquid filling you with a familiar warmth and ease. You offered some to Din, who accepted a small taste by lifting his helmet enough for you to tip the goblet into his mouth.
After a while, you felt yourself relaxing into the plush furs of your chair, leaning against Dinâs side. You played with Groguâs ears as he tucked into the snacks laid out on the table, smiling fondly at the child and his voracious appetite.
âDoes this mean Iâm his mother now?â You wondered aloud and felt Din chuckle.
âI suppose,â he mused. âIâm his father, and youâre my wife, so that would make him our child.â
âHmm,â you wiped a crumb from the side of the babyâs mouth, amused. âI always imagined my first child looking a little more like me.â
Din coughed, tensing slightly next to you. âWell,â he intoned lowly, leaning a little closer so that his words were only audible to you, âPerhaps the next one will.â
He placed his hand on your thigh again, the thin fabric shifting as he rubbed your skin. You felt warm from your head to your toes, with most of the heat pooling between your legs and where Dinâs hand was placed. Throat suddenly dry, you lifted your drink and took another sip.
âC-can we go soon?â You lilted, wanting nothing more than to return to your rooms with Din alone.
âSoon,â Din promised, and you tensed your legs slightly to try to alleviate the ache growing between them. It was a familiar kind of ache, one that you had felt before, wine or no wine. However, there was something different about the way your body was reacting to the man next to you, and you werenât sure how long youâd be able to take it before pouncing on him in front of everyone in attendance.
Thankfully it was not very long before Din gestured to a member of his staff and had them assist the two of you in making a smooth exit. He passed Grogu, now pleasantly drowsy, to one of his aides and then guided you back to your shared chambers.
When inside you kicked off your shoes, sighing at the relief of the cool floor under your feet. Din let go of your hand and locked the doors behind you, the sound of it engaging sending a throb of anticipation through your body.
You stepped towards your bed, which you had been sharing with Din for months before this. Something about its wide surface, covered in soft linen and furs, felt different this time. It was now your marriage bed.
The sound of Din removing his helmet, the seal disengaging, made you glance over to him. He placed it down gently and started with the rest of his armor. You stood there as if transfixed, watching as the man beneath the armor was slowly revealed. You always enjoyed being the audience to this ritual, and tonight was no exception. In fact, your body continued to warm, shivers of need going up your spine.
Din turns towards you, dressed down only to his most base inner layers. Realizing you were staring, your hands went to the clasp of your gown before he stops you with a low murmur.
âAllow me,â he husks, and you drop your hands to allow him to undress you himself. His fingers, surprisingly soft despite his rough past, dusted across your skin as the lace and tulle were unwound from your frame. At the same time, he began to back you up until the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed.
Pulling a pin from where your neck met your shoulder, your gown unraveled and fell softly around your legs. Dinâs hands paused, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of you there, bare save for the beskar pendant around your neck.
âBeautiful,â he rasped, and you nearly moaned at the tone of his voice. It rolled over you, through you, like thick, rich honey and smoke. You could practically taste it. With a gentle push, Din laid you back onto the bed, standing over you with a hungry look in his eyes.
âI dreamed about this.â He kneeled on the bed, crawling up your body. âYou, in my bed, wearing the symbol of my clan.â His head dipped to place a kiss to the center of your ribcage. âBound to me.â You shivered again as his mouth trailed up to your collarbone, your neck, and across your jaw. Your hands, shaking with expectant thirst, snaked up his powerful arms to clutch at his shoulders.
You wanted to say so many things, all of the emotions that had built up catching on the tip of your tongue, but when you opened your mouth all that left you was a choked âplease.â
Dinâs mouth slotted over yours and you moaned deeply into it, body arching up to press against his firmer form. One of his hands came to your thigh, and you hitched it up around his waist, rolling your hips wantonly. Your hands ran under his linen shift, and you whined at the barrier between your skin and his.
With a groan, Dinâs mouth released from yours just long enough for him to pull his shirt over his head and throw it to the side. He continued his exploration of your flesh, licking a slow stripe down your arched neck. You hissed as his teeth pulled at your skin, your nails scratching lightly across the skin of his upper back.
âDin,â you crooned, hand going to his head as he dipped down to tease the peak of one of your breasts with that wicked tongue. You cried out as he sucked roughly on your nipple, sensations of velvet and fire going straight to your swollen pussy. His mouth moved between the tips of your breasts, pinching and sucking and nipping at the flesh there until it was as swollen as your pussy felt.
He raised his head, eyes wild. He took in your body, writhing and panting, and thought you reminiscent of molten steel. You sought his gaze, pupils blown dark and wide with desire.
âWhat did I do to deserve you?â Din croaked, dipping his head down to nose the soft skin of your stomach. âPerfect creatureâŠâ he kissed his way down your lower abdomen. âI want to fill you up, sweet girl - do you want it too?â
You let out a wail as he licked a firm stripe up your leaking cunt. He lifted your legs to rest on his shoulders so that you were bent - your upper back laying against the bed, your hips angled up towards his mouth. You were wetter than you thought possible, your pussy swollen and flushed. Din sucked firmly on your clit, moaning at the way you keened and shook in his grasp.
Your hands thrashed, clutching desperately at the furs around you. Your thighs tensed, squeezing tightly against the sides of Dinâs head as he brought you closer to the crest of your pleasure.
The feeling of his mouth leaving you made you groan in frustration as he dropped your lower body back to the bed. You opened your eyes, brow furrowed as you propped yourself up to stare at your smug husband.
He climbed over you again, shedding his pants. Your eyes were immediately drawn to the hard cock between his legs, flushed and bobbing, leaking clear droplets of pre-spend. You laid back, legs spreading so that he could settle between them firmly.
âEager girl,â Din teased. âYou that desperate to have me inside of you?â
âDin,â you groused, âIf you donât fuck me soon I think Iâm going to die.â
He laughed, husked low in his chest as he pressed himself firmly to your swollen entrance. You laid your head back onto the bed, sighing in relief as he began to stretch your walls. It felt like he was splitting you right down the middle in the best way, and you arched your back to let him sink in further.
âOh, fuck,â he rasped, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. âYouâre a jewel,â he breathed roughly, hips snapping forward until you wailed. âTaking my cock so well.â
You shifted your hips under him, angling yourself to take him as far in as your body would allow. He chuckled at your frustrated expression, arms braced on either side of your head. He bent forward to capture your lips in a messy kiss.
âMy little wife,â he breathed over your lips. âWants my cock so badly.â
ââS'good,â you slurred. âBig. Fuck me, please.â He answered you with a rock of his hips, hitting that spot inside of you that made you keen again.
âTell me what you want, babyâ he crooned against your mouth, hips slapping mercilessly against your pelvis. âCome on.â
âC-come in me,â you begged. Flashes of images - a little curly-haired baby at your breast, curled up against Dinâs chest as he whispered to it lovingly, lowly - made your pussy clench around him. Your body ached for it in a way you had never experienced. You wanted him to get you pregnant, wanted to carry his child inside of you.
âFucking - anything you want, sweet girl,â Din gasped. âWant me to fill you up â he rides you hard, desperate for the way you cry with every punch at your guts. âYouâre so good, baby, fuck-â
He continues to ramble, lost in how youâre tensing around him. âYouâre gonna look so fucking beautiful, full of my child. You donât know how badly I want it, so badly - I can practically see it -â
Emotion wells up in your chest, binding with the pleasure thrumming through you. Youâre nearly there - fire rising from your toes and flooding down from your chest. Din dips his head to kiss your neck, and you start to tip over the edge. Your orgasm starts deep inside of your cunt, from where his swollen head is grinding up into your walls, and sparks down to where his pelvis rubs against your clit. Your vision goes white and you hear Din cry out as your desperate pussy wrenches from him his own release.
âT-take it,â he growls, hips snapping against yours, the head of his cock tight against the seal of your womb. You whine at the pressure of it, the feeling almost too good to bear. You shift your hips, pulling away before his head snaps up from your neck.
âNo no no- take it,â he groans, hand tight on your hip. You writhe under him, tears of pleasure pricking the corner of your eyes. His gaze on you burns, and you struggle to see him clearly through the fog of your ecstasy.
His pace remains steady, desperation clear in the way he rams his cock up into your cunt. âYour duty,â he gasps, leaning forward so that his chest nearly crushes you. âDo your duty and take my seed, bear my children.â
He holds you there as he pulses out the last of his release, breath leaving him in short pants through his nose. His teeth are gritted, brow furrowed, gaze locked to your eyes so that you canât look away.
âD-Din,â you shudder, and his eyes soften. His grip on your hips loosens minutely, and he lets out a shaky breath.
âYou did so well,â he praises you. âYouâre so fucking good.â
You blink wetly, mind still focused on his cock and how itâs anchored inside of you, pinning you to the bed, plugging you securely. Din tilts his head at your determined expression, and when you roll your hips experimentally he sucks in air sharply.
âFeels good,â you mumble, drunk on the pleasure and the feeling of him still hard inside of you. Stars, how was he still so fucking hard? And why was your body telling you to make him come inside of you again?
Think about that later, you decide, hooking your legs around his waist and pushing him further up into you. He chokes again, head drooping to look at where the clutch of you holds him tightly inside.
âFuck,â he moans. âYouâre never going to know sleep without the feel of me leaking out of you.â He rolls his hips back before slamming back into you, your mouth opening in a satisfied groan. âNot until youâre fucked full of my child, sweet girl.â
âYeah,â you agree, nodding feverishly. Itâs all you can manage to say, everything in you focused on where his body enters yours, in and out, inandout-
The two of you spend the entire night and most of the early morning like that, tangled together, until your bodies are near to collapse from exhaustion. Itâs Din who taps out first, placating your desire with soft kisses to your temple and strokes to your still-swollen cunt. It isnât long before your eyes start to droop, sleep just on the edge of your consciousness as he teases you to one last, lazy orgasm. You all but pass out, head resting on his chest to the feeling of him stroking your hair lovingly.
You wake hours later, alone in bed. Your body aches sweetly, and as you start you rise you roll your neck and groan.
âGood morning,â a raspy voice greets you, and you turn to look at where Din leans up against a dresser. He sips from a steaming mug, brow raising in humor at your bedraggled appearance.
âGâmorning,â you croak, throat dry. Din sets his mug down, trading it for a glass. He comes over to the bed, sitting next to you, and hands it to you. You take it, gulping down the cool water gratefully.
âWhat time is it?â You asked, licking your lips. When he tells you - mid-afternoon - you scoff. âWhy didnât you wake me up?â
Dinâs brow raises again, and he leans back against the headboard. âThought you needed the rest,â he said, amusement in his tone. âSince you kept me up all night.â
You pouted, indignant and embarrassed. âDonât pretend you didnât like it,â you mumble, and he laughs.
âQuite the opposite,â he husks. âAnd as much as Iâd like to take responsibility for your behavior, I had a feeling it was due to something else.â You tilted your head in confusion, sipping more of the water.
âThe wine,â he explained, and you thought back to the previous night - somewhat difficult a task - and remembered the crystal carafe.
âTurns out they mean ânew age of growthâ more literally than I understood,â Din continues. âThat wine is made from herbs that act as an aphrodisiac and increase fertility. You drank a lot more of it than I did, so it hit you harder than it did me.â
You choke on your water, some of it dribbling down your chin. Wiping it away, you set your glass to your side and cover your eyes, groaning. Din pulls you closer and you bury your face in his chest, burning with embarrassment at the situation - and the implication.
âSilly girl,â he croons, hand creeping down your side. You look up at him, another shy pout on your lips, and he tips your chin up to kiss you slowly, deeply. You sigh into it, shifting your leg to straddle his lap and feel him smile against your mouth. You shift down to where his cock sits, firm and proud, and grind your bareness against him until he groans.
âMore? So soon?â He whispers darkly, and you nip at him cheekily. Pulling back, you look your husband in the eye, a mischievous glimmer in your gaze.
âMight as well make sure it works, right?â You tease lowly, and shriek in loving laughter as he throws you down and begins to devour you again.
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