din's sleepiest cyar'ika

The sunlight filters through the tree branches above you, and Grogu’s tiny feet pad around on the forest floor. The only noises heard are your heavy breaths and the breaking of tiny sticks beneath Grogu’s feet. A couple of coos are exchanged between the two of you as you wait for Mando to return. Technically, you are at work right now. The Mandalorian had initially saved you from working in a brothel, or rather he saved everyone working at the brothel. Your boss had been a little more than corrupt, and had a sizable bounty on his head. The only reason you were allowed to come with Mando in the first place was because you had protected the child during the debacle that unfolded between the Mandalorion and your boss. Grogu was only becoming more curious, is what he had told you. Someone had to watch over him, and the child seemed awfully fond of you. He had asked if you had anyone looking for you, anyone to go home to. You didn’t really feel a need to go home, the chance of an adventure with a handsome bounty hunter seemed once in a lifetime. 

Grogu lets out an excited squeal, interrupting your thoughts, and he begins to toddle off towards somewhere. You manage to get up and follow the little green creature.

“Grogu!” you call out to him. He’s barely got legs but he can get lost easily since he’s so small. You trail the small green child through the forest as he cries out at an assortment of things, finding everything on the planet interesting. An interesting scent floods through the air as you begin getting closer to a small patch of yellow flowers, their petals basking upwards in the sun. They’re really quite pretty and you tell Grogu that as you both walk to the small bed of flowers. However something seems off about the child. He’s making strange uneasy noises and after a certain point he stops moving forwards with you, his big eyes looking up at you after he’s stopped in his tracks. “Come on little buddy, don’t you wanna look at the flowers with me?” You ask him kindly, a soft tone taking over your voice. The child makes another uneasy noise and takes another step back. The flowers are such a lovely golden yellow and look so beautiful with the sun gazing down on them. They almost look too good to be true. Maybe he’s never seen such a beautiful thing, you think to yourself. Deciding to be brave for him you step over a couple of branches and place yourself just beside the flowers. They look even prettier up close, six petals of shining yellow glowing up onto your face. The sun beats down on your back as you lean forward, reaching out your hand to pick a flower for the child. Plucking one flower from the bed makes the rest of the flowers shudder. A very odd thing to happen, but it’s what happens next that makes the movements understandable

The flowers breathe out. Puffing warm yellow pollen all over your face.

You sneeze immediately, poofing some of the pollen back onto the flowers still unpicked, and falling back on your bum. Your eyes are itchy and your face is starting to heat up. This definitely is not a good sign. Were you allergic? Did the child get any on him? You whip your head around, eyes searching for Grogu, and see him simply sitting on the ground. He coos, concerned for you and gets up. He begins waddling back toward the crest. You scramble up from where you fell and follow closely behind him, making sure he gets back safely.

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The walk back to the Crest was one of the most agonizing things you’ve ever experienced. After the itching of the eyes and your face burning up, your body began to ache and sweat profusely. You ended up leading Grogu up into the cockpit, though he seemed a bit worried about you. Going up there may have been one of the worst decisions you could have made. The entire cockpit reeked of Mando. The way he smelled, the polish he used on his weapons and armor. Everything smelled like him. Even when you were sitting in his chair beside the child, just letting him play with the little knob he likes so much it was affecting you. What the hell did those flowers do to me? You ask yourself. Never once in the time you’ve been hired under the Mandalorian have you had the thoughts you’re having now. Your thighs pulse with aches and you lean back into Mando’s chair, his very large chair. A lot larger than you are. He is quite large isn’t he? Such broad shoulders and a tall frame. Surely the armor is what makes him seem so big, you think to yourself. Grogu interrupts your thoughts of the Mandalorian by passing you the knob. You hold it up and note the tiny fingerprints he’s left all over it. Fingers slick with sweat now you pass the knob back to him gently, a squeal coming out of him as you do so. “I’m going to be outside for a second, okay? I need some air,” You tell Grogu. He probably can’t understand you, and if he can he’s too busy with the silver ball to notice.

The air is brisk outside, with the evening rolling in and another day passing without Mando. Your chest feels heavy with the realization that you’ll be alone in the crest tonight, without anyone to help you with this ridiculous allergic reaction you’re having. The moons rise in the distance and you breathe deep as you watch them. Mando has never had to do any first-aid on you before, nor has Grogu, so you don’t know where a kit would be in the first place. The thought of the Mandalorian taking care of you floods your mind, his hands rubbing your aching body and him pressing a cool cloth to your heated face. What is wrong with you? Why are you thinking all these things? You fan yourself with your hand as you try and cool your heated face, blowing outwards as you do.

Then you hear noises, and talking.

A branch cracks under someone's boot as a scratchy voice curses in another language. “Mando,” you say to yourself, a heat rising again on your face. As the beskar armored man comes into view you see a nasty looking pirate being dragged behind him, holocuffs holding him tight and a rope dragging him behind the Mandalorian. He presses a button on his arm and the Crest’s ramp comes down, and he still has not spoken to you. The pirate snarls at you as he passes and you step back, not wanting to engage. He’s ugly, slimey too, and it’s still not something you’re used to. Such violent creatures wouldn’t often appear on the planet you were from, crude sure, but never violent. Seeing Mando drag them in so often and so unphased was jarring at times, but today it was a thrill. Your eyes watch as the Mandalorian shoves the pirate into the carbonite freezer, a last snarl escaping him before he is frozen. Then, Mando turns his helmet onto you. You stand outside, still overheating and sweaty, thighs aching. And he’s looking at you. It’s humiliating, him seeing you like this, but when he looks at you it feels different. Something about knowing that his eyes are looking at you is turning you on. Something about him is turning you on, and that is so wrong to say but it’s true. Your core is heated under your clothes, but you try to ignore it as you walk up the bridge of the Crest.

“The child, where is he?” Mando asks. His tone is neutral, as it always has been, but something about his monotony right now feels so demanding. You tell him that Grogu is up in the cockpit, playing with the knob. Now the Mandalorian shifts his body, stepping closer to you. There’s some sort of fluid that’s staining his cape and it looks like blood. Your mind spirals, thinking about how he looks when he’s fighting and your core heats further. “Don’t leave him up there alone again.” Mando tells you. All you can do is nod and watch as he turns away to go up into the cockpit. You hear a faint squeal as Grogu sees Mando, but all you can focus on is him. How heavy his boots sound when he’s walking on the Crest, how broad he is and how intense his gaze feels when it’s on you. He was so demanding with you just now, more demanding than he’s ever been and it’s made you needy. It must have been a very difficult bounty. Your breathing picks up again and are you sweating more than you were earlier? Too lost in thought you don’t even realize the Crest is taking off. The sudden movement catches you off guard and you fall flat on your ass. You cry out at the pain, thighs cramping and your core burning. A yell unleashes from your chest and you punch the floor, a sweaty chunk of hair drooping into your view. You are drenched with sweat at this point and you know it’s visible. You punch the floor in anguish and cry out again as your pussy throbs with pain in your underwear. Fuck those stupid flowers and fuck this reaction.

Eventually you end up curling in on yourself on the floor, thighs squeezing together to try and alleviate some of the needs you have. All you can hope is that it goes away soon, but your reaction seems to only be getting worse. “What’s wrong with you?” Mando’s voice says, startling you. You look up at him and see his helmet, tilted down and looking at you. He looks so much bigger when you’re on the floor, and your mind muddles your thoughts as you gaze up at him. He offers you his hand and you take it, getting yourself up off the floor. The cool contrast of his leather glove feels so nice on your heated hand. “Did something happen to you today?” He asks. You shift uncomfortably, both because you’re anxious to tell him and because you really need to go to the refresher and relieve yourself of your… problem. ‘Maybe he can help me, you’ think, deciding to be brave about this issue.

“I think I um,” You start, but he steps closer to you, pushing your sweaty hair out of your face. Gods is he doing this on purpose? He is so close to you now and you can smell his sweat. You need him. “I think I’m having an allergic reaction. Or something. I saw these flowers and um. They were yellow and they puffed this stuff onto my face and now I’m really warm and everything hurts.” You explain all too fast. Mando’s hand drops away from your hair and his helmet tilts down, literally leaning down to you. Maker, he’s big. “What color were the flowers?” Mando asks you. You tell him they were yellow. A big, modulated, sigh sounds out from him. Your legs start to feel like jelly. Mando begins to talk about how there are a lot of “yellow flowers” in the universe but you can barely focus on it. Your legs are seconds away from giving out so when he brings out his arms as he explains how many yellow flowers there are you grab onto them desperately. As soon as you do your legs drop out from under you, leaving you hanging onto Mando’s very, very strong arms. “Woah, okay.” He says, surprised by your sudden dependance on him. “The flowers breathed Mando,” You manage to tell him, your chest suddenly very tight. “They breathed pollen onto me and I think I’m allergic.” Mando expresses concern by leaning into your face, so close that if it were any brighter in the crest you might have seen his eyes through his visor. You never let yourself think of his face, understanding his religion is important to him, but right now you wish you could. You wish his nose was touching yours and his lips were just a breath away from yours. “How are you feeling right now, emotionally I mean?” he asks you, still a hairbreadth away from your face. His voice rumbles through your body like a heatwave, but he’s so cold. The beskar he wears emanates a coolness to it, making you all too aware of how sweaty you are. “I’m okay I’m just…” you trail off, trying to answer his question without admitting to the fact that you are inexcusably horny right now. “I think you should stay away from me right now” you decide to say. The Mandalorian lifts you up to his eye level and asks you two simple questions. Firstly he asks you “Why?”, but before you can answer him he asks his next question. 

“Is there something you need?”

And you want to say yes, but you can’t. So instead you whimper, helpless in the Mandalorian’s arms you whimper at him like a kicked puppy and nod yes. Your body aches so much, even if you aren’t using your legs anymore they burn. 

“Tell me what you need,” Mando says. Maybe it’s the pollen affecting you but his voice sounds so deep and suggestive. Does he really want you to admit what you’re feeling? You never took him for the type to have needs like that, as silly as it sounds. The Mandalorian was always business, never anything more than stoic. A perfect neutral. But the way his arms are gripping you, the deep thrum of his voice through the modulator… In your haze maybe you’ll let yourself believe that he needs this too. “Touch me?” You ask finally. The visor bearing into your eyes tilts with the rest of his helmet, an expression of his curiosity. Mando places you down now, letting you lean against his chestplate. One hand stays on your lower back to support you, but the other hand comes up to touch your face and you know that he can feel how warm you are. It is embarrassing to beg any man, let alone your boss, to touch you. Years spent in the brothel, making men squirm under your thumb, only to be thrown off balance by some flowers. Mando strokes a thumb across your cheek gently, then he speaks. “Here?” He asks, his voice soft and curious. You make no movement or sound to confirm or deny. The helmet tilts down, your face close to his now. “Answer me,” He says, a soft tone in his voice still. He’s concerned about you, and that’s so sweet of him. Rarely is an emotion conveyed through that modulator, but right now the voice is soft and kind. But right now you only have one thing on your mind, and it also feels like maybe he’s teasing you a bit. You manage to place all your weight on Mando, and then shrug your shirt off. Please get the hint, you think to yourself. He lets out a sigh, still staring at you. With the same arm you pulled your shirt off with you move his hand down from your face and onto your breast.

“Please?” You say, finally begging, and he gets it. Strong arms undress you quickly, leaving you bare in front of him. Mando holds you in front of him and seems to be trying not to stare, his visors gaze averted from you. “More? Need you.” You whine, more desperate than ever. Sweat is practically dripping off you and your face is burning red. He seems to hesitate, hauling you off his chest and holding you in his arms again. Mando’s arms lift up under your armpits, and then he holds you against him. The armor is so cold against your overheating body and you sigh in relief as he carries you to his bunk. The shutter of his bed is slid open and he sits down, still carefully holding you. You’re spread out on his lap now, straddling his thighs as he sits. “Don’t wanna take advantage of you…” He sighs. Your cheek leans against his shoulder, body still jelly, as you beg him to do so. Whispering that you need him, that you want him to take you. Mando’s hand roams up and down your bare back, and then he’s laying back in his bunk, letting you down easy on him.

Being Din’s girlfriend was never going to be easy, and you knew that from the start, but some days were particularly harder than others. Maybe it was your brain making things harder, the darkness of space not giving you the vitamins you needed, or maybe it was the thought of all the lives you’d taken. Before becoming Din’s lover you had never fired a blaster, never harmed anything other than pests that bit you in the night. Now you feel the blood on your hands whenever you look at them. The hum of hyperspace leaves too much room to think to yourself, especially when Din is busy in the cockpit. The child is comforting at times, but your love for him will not wash away the blood staining your hands and heart. Din doesn’t talk about his guilt, the people that work for Imps or pirates don’t seem to be real to him anymore, but this is all too new for you. The first thing you ever shot was a droid. That night you curled into Din as close as you could and sobbed for hours, the guilt wracking your body. All he could do for you is rub your back as your body shook from crying so hard. Over time you had hardened more, Din becoming more proud of his sharpshooting girlfriend that walks beside him in battle, but the guilt creeps in still.

Tonight is one of those nights in the Razer Crest, where space is too quiet and you’re alone in the bunk. Din is fixing something on the control panel and the child is sleeping beside you. His little green hand is curled around your finger as tears slip down your cheeks. No matter how much your boyfriend tells you that they’re criminals who have stolen and killed, you still feel so guilty. Thoughts of their mothers, burying their daughters and sons or perhaps not knowing what happened. Thoughts of children with no one to care for them, or spouses who will be left waiting forever. You think about what it would be like to lose Din like that, as you pull your knees up to your chest in the bunk. The hum of hyperspace is suffocating as you sniffle, the idea of losing Din was always too much. One of the reasons you even go with him on bounties is to make sure he comes back to you alive. You trust his skill, but you get so worried that he’ll just be another body on the floor someday. Lost in thought you lay down next to the child, wallowing in the guilt you’ve brought down on yourself.

When the shutter of the bunk slides up you sit up, surprised at the noise. 

“Hey,” Din says softly, tilting his head at you. He peeks around you and spots the child sprawled out behind you, then reaches in and picks him up, gently bouncing him in his arms. You smile slightly at that, though your heart is still heavy in your chest. It feels weird to have this sense of family around you, how could you be so lucky after taking this away from so many? Your eyes blur, zoning out as Din reaches out to touch your face. One arm is still wrapped around the child as he rubs his thumb against your cheek.