#din djarin reader insert

[imaginedisish]

Home (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)

A/N: Hey everybody! Here is a new Din Djarin fic! I don’t know if I’ve done this trope already...there’s a good chance I did. I had a version of this fic in my WIPs for a while, and I don’t think it ever made it out of the doc, so here it is. I hope you guys like it! It’s heavily based on “Home” by LCD Soundsystem. 

Summary: Din learns the truth about your past...

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ fingering, unprotected PIV (wrap it up), praise kink for sure, hurt to comfort, friends/idiots to lovers, Jedi!reader (implied conflict/is training Grogu), implied kidnapping (Inquisitors kidnap reader as child), cursing, Crest still exists because I’m lazy, probably grammar mistakes because again, I’m lazy.

Word Count: 3,661

Your lungs burn painfully as you sprint through the forest, dodging trees, maneuvering through the thicket. You swear Grogu is giggling in his little carrier strapped carefully onto your chest. “This is not funny, little guy,” You mumble in between breaths. Grogu babbles and giggles some more in response.

This was not how this training session with Grogu was supposed to go.

BANG! You flinch a bit to the left as a blaster shot whirls by, smashing violently into a tree, leaving a burning gaping hole in its wake. You make a sharp turn to avoid the tree as it crashes down in front of you. The dark troopers were closing in on you and Grogu; you could feel it. It was only a matter of time until they circled around you, blasters pressing at your back.  

Another. BANG! The tree to your right comes crashing down a few feet away. You turn around for just a split second, searching for Din, for something, for a way out. They were gaining on you, you could see them coming from over the hill.

You press a button on your comlink. “Hey Mando?” You practically shout into it. “Things are getting a little messy over here.” Your words are panicked, jumbled.

“I’m almost there,” He reassures. “What’s going on?”

“Well, they’re-,” BANG! That answers his question.

“Just hold on, okay?”  You can hear the fear in his voice; it wasn’t something you were used to. Din was normally confident, but this time there was a sense of insecurity, as if this time was going to end differently than all the others. As if he was afraid you weren’t going to make it.

You take a deep breath and navigate away from the now burning, fallen over trees. You turn around; the troopers were even closer than they were before. You swear there weren’t this many a few minutes ago. You turn to the left, trying to find another way out, but it’s too late. You were surrounded. You weren’t fast enough. Maybe this was the end.

“I am not getting killed by a bunch of droids,” You huff, raising your hands above your head. But the troopers don’t stop, they continue to creep closer towards you and Grogu, raising their blasters, readying to shoot, aiming to kill. “We are not going down like this kid,” You whisper, Grogu’s ears picking up as the words slip from your tongue.

The troopers finally stop, their metal joints freezing in place. Their blasters are still pointed towards you and Grogu. You swallow harshly, staring at your reflection in the metallic armor of the dark trooper directly in front of you. You watch closely as their robotic fingers hover over the trigger. You had one shot, one chance to get this right. You shut your eyes, waiting for it.

All at once. CLICK. BANG.

Your hands extend out. You can feel the energy pulsing through you. It’s controlled and stable. You slowly open your eyes, and hovering in the air are at least twenty violently shivering blaster rays, threatening to finish the job if you let go. You can feel the rays dancing under your fingertips, struggling against your grasp. You shut your eyes again, the tension of each one growing. You couldn’t hold this forever.

A new feeling abruptly shocks your system. It’s a certain power you haven’t felt in years. It rattles your bones, sending shockwaves throughout every inch of your body. There’s something delicious about it, tempting even. It’s powerful, yet intrusive, quickly invading your senses and taking over. You allow it to course through you fully. You can almost hear something calling out to you. Let go.

And so you do.

With a swift motion, you release the energy building up inside of you. It’s a radical feeling, but still somehow familiar. The shocks flow through the palms of your hands and out of your fingers. There’s a slight sting. It’s almost painful. And that’s when you remember exactly what this feeling is. Your eyes open wide, and you watch as electricity, and the blaster rays, shoot out towards the dark troopers, decimating them immediately.

Fire consumes the trees around you, embers quickly filling the air. You’re not sure if the electricity you just shot out of your hands caused this, or the blaster shots, or the dark troopers themselves. Most likely, it was some sort of messy combination of all three, which meant that you were in part to blame.

“Cyare?”

And Din saw the whole thing.

He’s standing just a few feet away from you. You can see the flames and carnage reflecting against his armor, and in the center of it all is you. This wasn’t a side of yourself that you wanted him to see, or even know about in the first place.

But it was too late for that now. “Din, I can expl-,”

He cuts you off, curt, emotionless. “We need to go.” You nod, taking slow strides towards the ramp of the Crest. You pass Din along the way. You want him to say something, to look at you, to move at the very least. But he doesn’t. He’s motionless, frozen in the aftermath of what you had done, of the secret you had tried so very hard to cover up.

You reluctantly step into the Crest, taking Grogu and his carrier off your shoulders, placing him in his crib. You throw the carrier to the ground. He gurgles something entirely unintelligible. There’s a tiredness in his grumblings. Good, you think to yourself. At least he’ll be asleep when you and Din have it out.

Din’s steps echo against the walls of the Crest. You know he’s disappointed. You can feel it. You should’ve told him the truth, told him who you were, told him that person isn’t who you are anymore. It’s certainly not the person you are with him. Din makes your past seem like some non-existent, intangible, fictional far-off tale. It was like he made you forget. No. He changed you, altered your brain chemistry, made you feel like you mattered. And not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

You needed him, and it scared you. You were almost afraid of the connection, of the dependency.

But he needs you too, you just don’t know it yet.

You wait a minute, trembling a bit in the hull, watching as Grogu’s eyes struggle to stay open. Within a few seconds, they’re closed. Din’s figure finally appears in the doorway. He’s apprehensive, tentative, as if he hasn’t made up his mind about coming inside. Your stomach knots, twinging as he finally steps all the way inside, pressing a button as the ramp shuts behind him.

He looks over at Grogu, fast asleep in his crib. A modulated breath escapes from under his helmet. It’s a sigh of defeat, of dejection. You build up the courage to stare into his visor, half expecting to get an indication of how he’s feeling. But there’s nothing, no sign of life save the shallow breaths slipping through his vocoder.

“Din, just let me explain.” It’s a plea, a solicitation for forgiveness.

But he isn’t buying it. “Did you lie to me?” There’s no anger in his voice, no agitation, not even an ounce of annoyance. It’s hurt, pain, possibly even betrayal, and that feels far worse than any vexation or outrage ever could. “Last time I checked, Jedi don’t use the force like that.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, your eyes breaking away from his glare. You know he’s staring at you under his helmet, searching for answers, trying to convince himself that what had just happened was a figment of his imagination. But it wasn’t. It was you. The past had caught up with your present, and now they’d fight for control.

“No, they don’t,” You pause, breathing deeply before continuing. “The Inquisitors kidnapped me when I was a kid. I was saved just a few months after the first Death Star was destroyed.” There’s a moment of relief before the fear of waiting for his response kicks in. You had told him the truth, and he wasn’t running away. Din was still in front of you, listening to every word you had to say.

He takes a few steps toward you, slowly closing the distance between you and him. “You could’ve told me that,” He whispers. “You should’ve told me.” He’s more assertive the second time around.

“I didn’t want you to think that I-I was still like that.” You can feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, begging to be blinked away. “I d-didn’t want you to t-think I was some monster.”

“What are you talking about?” He finds himself being drawn even closer towards you, his gloved hands gravitating to yours, his fingertips brushing against your wrists as he presses his palms into your own. Home. The word flashes in your mind in big bright lights, your hands fitting perfectly into his. “How could you think I’d ever see you like that?”

“I could tell you were scared, when you saw what I did…” You trail off, your heart beating wildly out of your chest. “Maybe I shouldn’t be training the kid. Maybe I’m not…” Din shakes his head. “Not what?”

“Not good enough,” You mumble, fighting back sobs. “If I can’t let go of my past, let go of those feelings…”

“No.” There’s no hesitance in his statement, no question, no consideration. Din means it. “Don’t think like that, mesh’la. You’re more than enough, more than the kid and I could’ve ever asked for.”

“But I-,”

He cuts you off again. “You protected Grogu. You protected me.”

“I lied to you, Din,” Your voice is soft, quiet, timid. “I did something I’d promise myself I’d never do again.” You blink a few times, letting the inevitable tears stream down your cheeks.

Din squeezes your hands lightly and lets go. Before you can internally grieve the loss of contact, he pulls you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you. He had never been so gentle with you, so kind, so soft. This was so unlike him.

You sob into his beskar covered chest. The cold metal feels good against your burning cheeks. “I-I’m sorry.” You croak out, your voice reverberating through his armor.

“It’s alright,” He mutters, the top of his helmet coming down to rest on your head. “I’ve got you, it’s gonna be okay.” You sniffle as he whispers sweet reassurances in your ears, reminding you that you’re good enough, that he’s right next to you, that nothing bad is going to happen. “You should get some rest.”

You nod, and Din pulls you from his chest, stepping away from you and into the cockpit. You wish he was still next to you, his body pressed against yours. The closer you get to Din, the more dangerous things become. Luke and Ahsoka had told you the dangers of maintaining connections, building relationships. Ahsoka had been more forgiving, given that she believed in a more balanced way than the Jedi did. But Luke…Luke had been warning you for years.

Honestly, you didn’t care anymore. You wanted to forget Luke’s grating voice, to dispel each ideal he forced into your head. You wanted Din, needed Din. He was all that mattered now.

Forget your past This is your last chance now And we can break the rules Like nothing will last

Luke’s warnings fade away as you search through your clothes for something more comfortable to wear. Naturally, there’s nothing clean, nothing that Grogu hadn’t spit up on.

There’s one shirt of Din’s that you had borrowed a few nights ago when he was out on a hunt by himself. It still smells like him, feels like him too. You like how you look in it, the way it hangs too long on you. You like that it’s his and not yours. You slip it on and walk out into the hull and towards the cockpit as the Crest takes off.

You can’t see it, but his eyes settle on your reflection in the viewport. He turns around to get a better look. His shirt is massive on you, falling just above your knees. He hadn’t expected to see you in his clothes, but fuck did you look good. He couldn’t hold back anymore, not after today, not after you had sobbed in his arms.

He needed to remind you of who you are. He needed to tell you what you meant to him. Maker, he needed you to know everything, how he wants every inch of you, how much he cares about you, how much he loves you.

You can tell he’s looking at you now. You’re suddenly incredibly self-conscious. “I-I’m sorry,” You stutter. “I took i-it the other day without asking…should’ve told you I had it.”

He clutches his fists as the Crest comes out of the planet’s atmosphere. He presses a button, putting the ship on autopilot. “You need to stop apologizing,” He says, pushing his palms into the arms of the pilot’s chair and standing up.

You tilt your head to the side, confused and somehow even more apologetic than you were before. “I-I didn’t mean to offend you-,” “You’re not offending me, you never could.” He closes the gap between the two of you with one small step. “So stop saying sorry.” There’s an urgency in his voice, and an undeniable sense of certainty, like he had thought hard about what he was going to say, as if he had wanted to say this for an incredibly long time.

“Sorr-,” You cut yourself off, a smirk spreading across your face.

Din’s hands hover over your waist, softly settling down, waiting for you to protest. But you don’t. “Is this alright?” He asks.

“Y-yes,” You stutter. Din’s grip becomes firm against your hips. You hum at the contact, slowly pushing your body closer to his until your chests are flush against one another’s.

The tension is palpable. This is no longer him simply trying to comfort you; this is much, much more than that.

He makes the first move, taking a step in between your spread-out legs so that your back presses into the wall behind you. You can feel a pulse of heat shoot down to your core. “You need to know what you mean to me,” He whispers, his knee pressing lightly into your clothed cunt. You hold yourself back from grinding against him. “Need to show you how I feel about you, how you make me feel…” He trails off, letting himself get lost in the moment

Your hands snake up to the base of his neck, where his flight suit and his helmet meet. Your fingers slip under the fabric, exploring the exposed skin there. You’ve always wanted to feel him, to let him feel you. But this was never the deal, this was never something you expected. These were uncharted waters, a feeling that was so far shoved to the back of your head that you were positive this would never happen.

But this is happening.

He tugs the shirt up so that his hands can slip underneath. “Take off your gloves.” Your voice is breathy as the plea slips out. “Wanna feel you.” Din nods, quickly pulling them off before gluing his palms back to your skin. His calloused fingertips graze over your stomach, sending chills down your spine. “Din,” You whisper as he trails towards your bra, dipping underneath. His thumb brushes over your peaked nipple. You shut your eyes, letting your head fall back against the wall.

“What is it, pretty girl?” He asks, teasing you, his fingers pinching your nipple lightly. “Tell me what you want, need to hear you.”

He was going to be the death of you. “I-I want you to f-fuck me,” You beg, shamelessly grinding against his knee, searching for some sort of relief. You can feel your wetness pooling in between your legs. “N-need you to touch me Din, please.”

Din nods, his hands slipping out from under your shirt and down to the waistline of your panties. He drops to his knees as he slips them down your legs, practically tearing them off of you in the process. His fingers glide up your inner thigh as he stands. His palm finally settles against your cunt, the heel of his hand pushing into your clit, his fingers teasing at your opening.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, such a good girl,” He praises, moving a bit so that his fingers find their way to your clit. You moan out at the sudden pressure. “You like that? Like my fingers there?”

You hum a yes, unable to pull any sort of coherent thought together as Din’s fingers swirl around your clit. “N-need more,” You mumble. “W-wanna feel you, please.” You can feel his erection against your leg, throbbing in his flight suit. But Din doesn’t stop, his fingers continue their unrelenting circles at your core.

He moves his hand ever so slightly, shifting the angle so that his thumb brushes against your clit, and his fingers begin to tease your folds. Your head falls against his shoulder at the feeling. His fingers suddenly thrust into you, pumping in and out.

“You’re so perfect,” His honeyed, modulated voice rasps. He watches as your chest heaves against his shirt, your back limp against the wall of his ship, your head pressed against his shoulder. Fuck you looked so good like this, taking him, letting him make you his. And Maker, you felt good doing it. Nothing would ever compare to this, to the feeling of having him this close to you. “Doing so good for me.”

“Din,” You whimper. “I-I’m so close.”

He smirks under his helmet. He was going to make you come on his fingers. You clench around him, his fingers hitting the spot you need him in most every time. “That’s it sweet girl, just like that,” Din whispers, his thumb mercilessly toying with your core. You can feel yourself coming undone around him, like a wire snapping in two, heat spreading fervently across every inch of your body.

“D-Din,” You stutter, pulling him against you, his fingers still buried inside you, his thumb still drawing gentle circles. You needed more, you needed him closer than humanly possible. You bring a hand down to his erection, jerking him off through his pants. “N-need you inside me, Din.”

He doesn’t waste any time undoing his belt, shoving his pants off. He’s so fast you’re not even sure any of it happened in the first place. He lines himself up with your entrance. “Are you sure you want this?” He asks.

There’s no question. “I’ve always wanted this, Din, always wanted you.”

He rests his forehead against yours. “…‘always wanted you too, mesh’la.” You gasp as he buries himself inside of you with one thrust, splitting you open. “So fucking tight, so perfect,” He praises you again, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at his words. He gives you a minute to adjust to him before pulling out and shoving himself back in. You’ve never felt so full, so whole, like he’s tearing you apart just to put you back together.

“Feels s’good,” You murmur as Din sets his pace. It starts slow, his hips rolling against yours with each thrust. He’s taking his time, exploring every inch of you. His thumb finds your clit again. The sensation is almost overwhelming. You’re already on the borderline of being fucked out.

You can feel your core pulsing as he works at you, toying with you. His thrusts become quicker, needier. “So perfect for me,” He soothes, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek, brushing away a tear you didn’t know had escaped your eye. “Taking me so well, wanted to do this for so long.”

You were already practically there. Every pump, every praise, every swirl pushes you closer to the edge, threatening to throw you over, to split you in two, and Maker, you wanted it.

“Din I-I-,” You can’t even get the words out.

“I know, pretty girl, I’ve got you,” He coos, fucking you into the wall, his thumb still beating away at your heat, his other hand still holding your cheek. Your legs are hooked around his waist, your fingers digging into the beskar that dawns his shoulders.

Your walls flutter around him, and you can feel yourself falling apart around his cock. Searing white heat floods your vision. You can feel a few cool tears against your hot cheeks. You look into his visor as you come. You want him to see you, to know how he makes you feel. “F-fuck, Din, I-I love you.” The confession doesn’t bother you as it slips out. It’s natural, like you had said it countless times before.  

And you’ll say it countless times after.

It���s what sends Din over the edge. “S-shit,” His voice is shaky, breathy, broken, his cock twitching inside of you. You can feel him fill you up, pumping in and out a few more times before stopping, still buried deep inside you. His forehead rests on yours, your body limp against his. “I love you,” He confesses back. “So fucking much.” You shut your eyes, letting yourself melt around him. “Can we stay like this, for just a little while? Don’t wanna leave you yet.” You hum a soft yes in response. You didn’t want him to go anywhere either.

His arms wrap around you, pulling you in, keeping you held against his chest. There it is, that same feeling from before, the one you felt the very second you joined this little clan of three.

Home.

If you're afraid of what you need If you're afraid of what you need Look around you, you're surrounded It won't get any better

And so, goodnight

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[dameronology]

Here is a Din request!!! How would he confess to Reader he has 🌸feelings🌸 for them?

absolutely we love din and his hesitant feelings

Din had come to learn since losing the Razor Crest that home wasn't so much a place as it was the people he was with.

It had been an important lesson; one that had sat heavy on his shoulders ever since, along with the realisation that you hadn't strayed from his side once in all of this. Even when everything had been crazy, even when it felt like the entire galaxy had been against him and should have pulled you away...you stuck with him. And not only did you stick with him, but you somehow stayed more resilient and bad-ass than Din could ever dream of. You hadn't faltered once. He'd quite literally seen you stare death in the face and then clap to make it blink. It was impressive.

The Mandalorian was a man who had always been a little confused by his own feelings; he rarely felt much, but the emotions that had crept up from your companionship were unfamiliar. Attachment, admiration, this constant need to keep you safe and make sure you were looked after. He'd put you on the same level in his life as Grogu.

And that's how he knew he was fucked.

It was a cold evening in Coruscant; Din had managed to barter his way into a cheap hotel room for the three of you for the night. Being constantly on the move had become tiring now; the Crest might have been a little rusty, but at least it had provided a bed and refresher when you needed it. That was something you missed now; Din even more so. He just wanted to settle somewhere now. Maybe spend more than five minutes in one place.

"There you go, kid," you gently placed Grogu down, giving him a small smile as he settled into the bed. "Don't forget to leave room for your dad."

"It's fine," Din said. He was stood behind you, glancing out the window. "You can have the bed. I'll take the floor."

You rolled your eyes. "You paid, Din."

"The floor is fine," he repeated.

He was always so deadpan. None of his sentences were ever more than ten words. Clearly, verbal cues weren't his strongpoint but you knew he cared for you from his actions alone. As a friend and companion, he'd always provided for you; made sure you had a place to stay and food to eat, sometimes even before he had the same himself. How many times had he stepped in front of a blaster for you? Or pushed you aside so that he'd take the hit instead? He always insisted on sleeping by the door, more often than not facing you so that he could be the first to jump up in the night should an intruder come in.

"You always take the floor-"

"- it's closest to the door," Din cut you off, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I can both of you from there."

"We're safe here. You have no reason to need to be close to the door," you replied. "There's no way sleeping down there all the time is good for your back."

"I have to be," he said. It was simple and curt, and clear that there was no more arguing.

"Fine," you held your hands up in defence.

Throwing your bags into the corner, you kicked off your shoes and began to climb under the sheets. You glanced over at Din, throwing him a pillow. He looked at for a moment, before peering back at you.

"You won't have one if I take that."

You let out an audible groan. "Din! I have an entire fucking bed!"

"And I have the entire floor."

"You're so annoying!" you exclaimed. "You act all chivalrous and protective but you have no reason to-"

"- it's just in case," he cut you off again, just as curt as before. "If something happened to you or the kid, I don't know what I'd do with myself. I can't sleep knowing I haven't taken every step to ensure your safety."

You softened a little, smiling. "We appreciate you, Din."

"And I appreciate you too," he replied. "I'm not sure you know how much."

"Don't worry, I do."

Din reached out a hand to you. You were surprised for a moment, but you took it; he gave your own hand a light squeeze, thumb momentarily ghosting over your palm. You'd had close moments, but this was the most intimate he'd ever been with you.

"After this job is done, I want to settle somewhere," Din said. "Be a proper clan. Have a home, and a family and...."

He paused. Was he finally going to say more than ten words?

No, but seriously.

"...I'd like it if you were there with me. You and the kid."

You smiled. Reaching up, you pressed a kiss to the side of his helmet. "I'll be there."

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[marvelouslytrekking]

Wandering Off

Pairing: Din/reader Summary: You get separated from Din and subsequently get injured.  Din takes the responsibility of making sure you’re patched up Warnings: Swearing, typical violence, injury (not super descriptive) Word Count: 2673 A/N: I have been sitting on this one for awhile but here it finally is! I am so happy that we have Mando back (even if he seems to be the one needing cared for so far this season lol) As always, I suck at titles but here we are lol Also please let me know what you think by leaving a comment to make my day!

You weren’t sure how you had managed it, but you had gotten yourself separated from Din at a local market in a small town while doing a quick supply stop. You’d think a man clad in silver beskar from head to toe would be easy to locate but you had yet to be able to spot him again.

You had made a few loops of the market, hoping to run into him but you were having no luck. You were annoyed but sighed and decided to take the kid back to the ship. You and Din had an agreement that if somehow you got separated that you would make your way back to the Crest. It was better than trying to frantically find each other.

You decided to go through the forest since it would be shorter and you wouldn’t have to worry about other people on the road. It wasn’t that you couldn’t handle yourself but you had chosen to leave without your blaster, which now felt like it wasn’t the best idea but you hoped that it still wouldn’t be needed.

You were making your way through the thick forest as quickly as you could, though you were starting to worry that you weren’t heading in the correct direction. You had decided to take a short break to see if you could manage to orient yourself.

It was once you had stopped that you suddenly got a very unsettled feeling. It felt like you were being watched. As soon as that thought had crossed your mind, you heard a twig snap. Your head whipped in the direction of the sound. You had hoped that maybe it had just been Din and he didn’t want to startle you, but your instincts were correct, you immediately saw the two men behind you, both with their blasters drawn.

You didn’t waste another second, you immediately broke out into a sprint. You hadn’t fully figured out exactly where you needed to go but you decided you were just going to have to deal with that afterwards. You ducked your head as you heard blaster shots hitting the trees above you. It did, however, make you aware that their orders must have been not to kill the kid, since the shots were clearly well above your head. That didn’t give you much relief as you were jumping over logs and trying not to trip on roots, though.

You had made sure you were holding the kid as close to your chest as you ran. You were consistently getting hit by small branches and you were trying to keep him from getting the small scratches that you knew were going to be covering your arms and legs.

You found yourself looking over your shoulder briefly, trying to determine where the hunters were behind you. That decision has been a mistake because you had missed the small downhill slope that had been in front of you. You let a out a yelp as suddenly you were going head over heels down the hill. You luckily were able to  use your own momentum to flip yourself fully over and found yourself back upright and running but unfortunately, you felt a sharp pain in your ankle, it was clear you had managed to twist it when you tripped. There was no time to think about it and there was no point in dwelling on the pain because if you stopped you would only be damning yourself and the kid to much worse.

You realized you needed to come up with some sort of a plan, something other than just running in a zig zag and hoping that you were either faster than them or could out-last them.

Even if you were heading in the direction of the Crest, with how hot on your tail they were, you wouldn’t make it into the ship and get the ship locked back up before they caught up to you. If Din was waiting for you back at the ship, there was hope since you know he would be able to handle these men quickly with a few blaster shots but you had no way of knowing if he was there.

Your only other option was to try and lose them in the forest somehow and to wait them out but that didn’t seem like it was going to happen since so far you hadn’t been able to shake them.

It seemed like your only good option was the ship. Something told you to head slightly left so you decided you had nowhere better to go, so you started to shift your zig zags to lead you to the left.

Luckily it wasn’t much longer until you noticed the trees starting to thin and an opening was before you. You let out a sigh of relief as you saw the shiny hunk of junk sitting in the open field. Even happier yet when you noticed the ramp was down which meant he was in fact waiting for you.

“Mando!” You screamed out as loud as you could hoping he would be able to realize that something was wrong.

Another blaster shot came from behind you but this time it wasn’t as high up. You realized they were not happy knowing you had just warned the Mandalorian of their pursuit. You should have known that Din would immediately be out of the ship upon hearing you. You saw his entire body tense as you shot out of the edge of the trees and was running straight at him.

A few blaster shots came from behind you. You found yourself ducking but it didn’t matter, you suddenly yelled out when a sharp, burning pain shot out from your shoulder. You tucked the child even closer to you as you collapsed onto the ground.

You tried to turn over so you could see what was happening or to be able to get up and offer Din some help but you found yourself only causing more pain. You were left trying to determine what was happening from listening.

You heard a few more shots go off before you felt someone gently rolling you over.

“It’s over, they’re gone.” Din said softly, letting you know it was him as he gently tried to move you. You let out a few pained noises as your weight was shifted on the wound.

“Gone or dead?” You knew the answer already but you asked anyway, mainly to distract from the pain.

“Dead.” He said as he slowly pulled Grogu from your arms. You felt him reach for you and let out a few whines as Din set him on the ground so that he would be able to get a better look at your shoulder.

“Well, how bad is it?” You asked to break the silence.

“Should be fine, can you get up?” If you didn’t know him any better, you would have thought he was being cold, that he didn’t care that you had been shot, but you could hear the tension in his voice and felt the slight shake in his hands as he slowly helped you sit up and then eventually stand.

You winced as you put weight on your right ankle. Din had been paying close attention and quickly snaked his arm around you to shift the weight from your injured ankle. “I tripped at one point, must have sprained it worse than I thought.” You explained even though he didn’t ask.

He helped guide you to the ship, the kid not really struggling to keep up since you were moving quite slow.  As soon as you were in, he commanded you to sit. There was no room for argument in his voice, but even if there had been you were currently too tired and in too much pain to be stubborn. You waited as he quickly made sure the ship was locked up and that you would be safe in case the two men weren’t alone.

When he was sure that the ship was properly locked down, he was back by your side with a med kit.

“I need you to take off your shirt.” He instructed. You began to try to pull it over your head, but quickly stopped when the pain was too unbearable.

“I can’t” You winced as a sharp pain shot across your shoulder when you tried to pull your shirt over your head.

“Here,” He reached out, taking the bottom of the shirt and starting to slowly pull it up.

“I’m sorry,” Din softly apologized as he noticed you tensing when he starting to move your arms. He huffed, realizing that pulling it over your head was only going to cause you more pain. Without warning he grabbed at the collar of your shirt and ripped it in half. You stared at him a little dumbfounded as he then carefully pulled each side down your arms and dropped the destroyed shirt behind you.

“You know, I liked that shirt.” You complained

“Well it was already ruined.”

You could tell that Din was inspecting all the other injuries that littered your arms. His thumb gently brushed along a particularly nasty gash that was on your upper arm. You’re not quite sure when exactly you got that one but you were sure that had to do with the amount of adrenaline that you had while trying to outlast the men.

“Looks like the trees also managed to do a good number on me.” You commented while your eyes trailed over yourself in the same way his did.

“We’ll have to get those cleaned next.” He told you before stepping behind you to get a better look at the blaster wound. He was being as careful as he could but that didn’t stop you from wincing at the sting as he worked. Any time he heard a noise of discomfort, you felt him tense and a soft apology would slip past his lips.

You found yourself focusing on his non-dominant hand that was spread across the top of your back and over your neck, keeping you steady as his other hand worked on cleaning and caring for your shoulder. You couldn’t help but notice the heat that radiated from his gloveless hand, the flinches and tension in his fingers, or the soft way he would brush them back and forth, in a comforting motion when your discomfort would be made known.

Once he was finished with your shoulder, there was a slight moment, where neither of you moved. His hand that had done the work to patch up the injury, was resting further down your arm and his other was sliding up and down your back soothingly, eventually making its way to running along the bandage, as if inspecting his work, or possibly convincing himself that you were okay.

Finally he broke the moment and pulled away, coming to the other side of you. Now his focus was on the smaller cuts. He still didn’t say much as he meticulously cleaned the largest cut on your arm.

“I think this is going to need a few stitches,” He finally broke the silence. You looked down and with the dried blood cleaned away, he was right.

“Okay, I trust you.” You gave him permission to proceed. He gave you a nod before prepping everything to give you the needed stitches.

You had watched him give himself stitches on multiple occasions, had even helped him a handful of times, and yet you had never seen him so hesitant to start. He looked back up at you one more time, you held his gaze, or what you assumed to be his gaze for a few seconds before giving him a nod, hoping to ease whatever discomfort he currently had about closing your wound.

Another beat passed before he turned his attention back to your arm. Like before, you found yourself focusing on his other hand, the arm that had a light but firm hold on your arm to keep you steady. You tried your best to keep any pain to yourself so as to not make Din’s discomfort any worse, but you couldn’t stop a few pained whines from slipping past your lips. Each time, Din paused, looked up at you and apologized, he would wait for you to indicate that he could continue before he would.

Once the stitches were finished, he gently added a bandage. “Now I just need to clean all these smaller cuts and then I would like to take a look at your ankle.”

“I can clean all these, you don’t have to.” You told him softly. You knew your legs were probably just as covered in cuts as well and figured you could clean both your arms and legs on your own.

“I’ve got them” Was all he said before grabbing a disinfect wipe and carefully cleaning each cut. Most of them were of no consequence, but that didn’t seem to matter to the Mandalorian, he made sure they were each thoroughly cleaned and if any of them needed, properly bandaged.

“Thank you,” You said softly as he finally finished the last cut on your arm.

You got a nod in response, before he crouched down close to the floor. He grabbed the calf of your injured leg, pulling it closer to himself.  He looked up at you again, clearly waiting for permission to take a look at your ankle. You gave him another nod before watching as he carefully rolled your pants up. You and him winced at the same time as you noticed the very swollen ankle, which was already bruising. You knew it was from continuing to run after the initial injury but it wasn’t like you had had a choice.

“This may take awhile to heal” Din pointed out.

“I’ll be fine,” You insisted, “Nothing I can’t walk off”

You could feel the annoyed look Din was giving you, even if you couldn’t see his face.

“You will be doing no such thing.”

“You can’t put me on bed rest.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“You bet your ass I can”

You wanted to object but you knew that he was being quite serious and would not take you being stubborn well, especially after you almost got yourself killed.

“Fine, I promise to go easy, just wrap it up and then we can get off this stupid rock.” You sighed.

Din gave a satisfied noise before pulling his focus back to your ankle. He carefully wrapped the ankle, making sure it was tight enough to reduce the swelling and to make sure to stabilize it but not too tight as to be uncomfortable or to cause the blood flow to be stopped.

“Are there any other injuries I’ve missed?” He asked when he finished.

“I don’t think so.”

“Then let’s get you to bed,” Din stood up and offered his arm for you. You carefully stood up, keeping your weight on your good ankle. As soon as you were standing, Din snaked his arm under you and helped gently lead you towards your bunk.

“Do you need anything else?” He asked after you were settled into the blankets.

“No, I think you’ve covered everything,” You gave him an appreciative smile, “Thank you”

“Anytime.” He replied, “Though, if you were better at following my directions, things like this wouldn’t happen.”

“Are you seriously blaming me for getting shot?” You huffed.

“Well I do remember telling you to grab your blaster before leaving, and to not wander off.” He pointed out.

“I just don’t think it's very kind to blame me, the very injured person, right now.” You pouted.

“Fine but once you’re healed, we will be continuing this conversation.”

“Of course we will” You playfully rolled your eyes. While it could be annoying how overbearing Din was, after the way he had just cared for you, it was clear it was because of how much you meant to him, which made it hard to be mad at him.

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Back To You (Din x Reader) - Masterlist

Din x Reader

Rating: T (currently, and probably won’t go much past that) Friends to Lovers

Synopsis: You’ve been friends with Mando for years, and he drops by your hole in the wall bar from time to time to catch up. This time, however, he’s carrying an extra little green passenger with him. They are on the run, which is unsettling because Mando doesn’t run from things. Things run from him. A tracking fob, a dead body, and a confession later, all three of you set out to help the child find it’s kind. (Aka: a really typical Din x Force Sensitive reader plot, but instead of the going from stiff scary Mando to friendly Mando it’s gonna kinda go the opposite way. Not in a bad way but she’s gonna finally get to see what exactly he was running from all those times he came back to see her.)

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Part 20 (Epilogue for BTY and Prologue for sequel Close To Home)

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I Can Help With That (Spoilers for Part 19)

Dincember 2022 Masterlist

Bring You Back - Halloween AU…. Or is it? (Spoilers for Part 19)

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Say That Again…. Please.

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Back To You Playlist (These Idiots Mix)

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Planet Earth 2023 || Part One

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Warning(s): Canon typical violence, cursing, injuries, fluff, slow burn

A/N: This will be a mini series in ten parts. Semi slow burn between Din and Reader. No beta reader, but there shouldn’t be too many grammatical errors. Please like, comment and share!

Summary: The Mandalorian and his kid were ambushed by pirates in space and ended up on Earth, crashing the new and improved Razor Crest right onto your front lawn.

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It was a shining afternoon in Florida. You were relaxing in your backyard, in a lounge chair beside your massive pool, soaking in all that the sun had to offer.

You were a renowned trauma surgeon, and this was your first vacation in four years. You considered sailing across the Atlantic Ocean for three weeks, but ultimately opted to stay in the comfort of your own home. A lot of time, effort, and money went into building your dream home, so of course you decided to bask in the ambiance for the next twenty-one days.

You lived in the middle of nothingness. Your nearest neighbor was a 6-mile drive up the road, and you couldn't be happier. It was a 12-mile trip to downtown, where there were plenty of grocery stores, gas stations, and restaurants. 

You were on day two of your vacation. You took the liberty of driving into town yesterday to stock up on everything you needed. It was the first week of July, which was one of the busiest weeks in Tampa.

There were simply too many people. College and high school kids on summer break, bikers, tourists, and locals that got on your nerves every chance they got. Not to mention the buzzing flies, lizards, and deafening cicadas that were hellbent on driving everyone in Florida insane.

You leaned forward, taking one final swig from your flute glass. You made delicious mimosas. This was only your second glass, but you wanted to squeeze in a short nap before pouring a third.

You placed the empty glass on the mini table beside you and leaned all the way back, relaxing into the lounge chair. You tilted your hat down to protect your eyes from the beaming sun and drifted off to sleep. 

Out of nowhere, a sound that you could only describe as the blue sky opening jolted you awake, and you shot up out of the lounge chair, gawking up at the sky. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. You snagged your cell phone from the mini table, checking the time. 

4:09pm

You had only been asleep for eleven minutes. You pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t in the middle of a dream. 

The foreign junk of metal barely missed the tall gate surrounding your home as it landed unceremoniously on your front lawn. You kicked off your wedge sandals and hauled ass to the front of your house, mentally preparing to rip this asshole to shreds with your venomous words. 

You stopped at the wreckage, grumbling obscenities as you assessed the damage that was done. Your tulips were tarnished and a wide section of grass was burnt to a crisp. At least the lily and chrysanthemum sections were left unharmed.

The door to the colossal heap of metal opened, revealing the culprit, who appeared to be a helmeted man dressed in metal and black. 

Wow, you thought, completely sidetracked by the man you saw before you and what appeared to be his ship. That was the spitting image of a spaceship. Living in Florida, you’ve met your fair share of cosplayers, but something about this man was different. How in the hell did he build something like that? How did he afford it? Those looked like authentic parts. 

Despite the turbulent landing, the ship was not significantly damaged. It probably needed four or five repairs, but it appeared to be functional. 

Whoever it was needed to collect their things, compensate for the damages, and get the hell off your property. You rolled your eyes at yourself for not stopping in the house to retrieve your handgun. Hopefully the man wouldn’t be violent towards you. 

You walked fiercely up the ramp onto the ship, pausing when you spotted the man slightly bent over, groaning in pain as he clutched his right thigh. 

“What in the fuck?” you yelled at the man, stopping all movement once you saw he was aiming a weapon at you. 

He’s taking this cosplayer shit a little too far, you thought. You folded your arms across your chest, tapping a bare, beautifully pedicured foot against the floor of the ship as you waited for the tin man to say something. 

He didn’t. 

“What in the hell kind of gun is that?” you cursed, squinting as you pointed at the weirdly shaped weapon in his hand. 

He tilted his head towards you, but still didn’t say anything. 

“And what the hell are you wearing?” you continued, throwing your hands up in exasperation. 

He looked like a complete and utter fool. Okay, that is not the case at all. He actually looked incredibly good in his costume. However, now is not the time to be ogling the man who just crashed into your front yard, destroying your favorite flowers.

“Get away from me.” he said, grunting softly, and gripping his thigh tighter as he attempted to stand up. Red drops of blood soaked a patch around the knee of his pants and trickled down his leg onto the spaceship's floor.

The smooth gruffness of his modulated voice was enough to make you standstill in your criticisms. It was almost as if he was speaking from his chest and not his mouth. You did not expect him to sound like that. How alluring. 

“Excuse me!” you gasped in dismay once you remembered the rude tone he took with you as if you were the one who crashed into his perfect day. 

The unmitigated gall this metal man had. 

You pointed a perfectly manicured nail at him, “You’re the one who landed this fugly chunk of metal in my backyard! Who are you?” 

“I am Mandalorian D—“ 

“—Is that supposed to mean somethin’ to me?” you asked, interrupting the bleeding man. 

He exhaled in your direction. You barely gave him a chance to get a word in edgewise. Something about the man seemed both vulnerable and frightening at the same time. The large tear that was on his thigh was bleeding profusely. You took a cautious step forward, eyeing the wound. Although it didn't appear to be infected, the puncture was fairly deep and would require stitches.  

“Who did this to you?”

“A pirate. We al-almost didn’t make it b—“

Who is we, you thought. You were so focused on the metal man, you didn’t even see the tiny green munchkin looking up at you with huge eyes that matched its long ears. 

Oh my god. It was a green baby E.T. 

Your heart skipped a beat and you slyly pinched yourself again to make sure you were wide awake. 

He was too cute.

“—I’m sorry, did you just say a pirate did this to you?” you squeaked, interrupting the injured man yet again. Sorry not sorry. You were definitely in shock.

Great. Now alien pirates were a thing. 

You shook your head hoping that would clear your bewildered mind. You only had two mimosas, but this newfound information was starting to give you an awful migraine. It was happening too fast. Your brain needed time to catch up. 

“I think I put in the wrong coordinates before jumping,” the helmeted man disclosed before asking, “What planet is this?” 

The space man went on about how his gravity well projector and navicomp malfunctioned due to the shootout with the pirates. 

“Planet?” you replied, “Are you high?” 

“Just tell me where I am.” the strange man grunted as he slowly rose to his feet, succeeding this time. 

“This is Planet earth. Florida to be specific. Ever been here before?” 

“This backwater—No. No, I haven’t.” 

“Well, welcome to the sunshine state Mandalorian.” you flashed him a smile that didn’t quite meet your eyes. 

“Just call me Mando.” 

“Alright then, Mando,” you said, “I’m a doctor and I can stitch up that nasty gash you have there.” 

He said nothing for a few seconds as he stood there weighing his options. He took one look down at the baby before agreeing. 

“Yes, that’s a good idea. I can’t fight like this.” 

“Who are you fightin’?” 

“The pirates who tried to shoot me and my kid down. They’ll be here soon.” 

Your second day of vacation was going to be spent fighting off alien pirates, huh? Not too shabby. 

While he went to gather what he needed, you took this opportunity to explore this section of the ship in greater detail. Wow. This ship must have cost him a pretty penny. You extended a helping hand to the Mandalorian on the path to your home, but he declined, instead picking up the child and walking alongside you. 

“You live alone?” He asked, stepping into the house after you. 

“Yes.”

“Why?” he pressed, stumbling a bit as he tried to round the corner and keep up with your long strides. 

“None of your goddamn business.” you quipped, motioning for him to come into the kitchen. He snorted softly and the baby cooed. 

Somewhat unexpectedly, Mando let you steer him into the kitchen and even accepted your assistance in guiding him to a chair at the island in the middle of your kitchen. He sat the kid on the island and they both turned, watching you reach into the upper cupboard to pull out your homemade first aid kit.

You brought two chairs closer to him, sitting in one of them while motioning for him to position his leg up on the seat of the other chair. He leaned forward slightly and made a low grunting sound as he shifted his leg to perch on the chair. 

To gain better access to the injury, you gingerly removed the metal plate that was shielding most of his thigh. Although the bleeding had stopped to some extent, the wound still needed cleaning and disinfecting before being patched up. You leaned closer as you dabbed at the laceration. Every now and then, when you applied too much pressure, he hissed softly, but he never told you to stop.

He asked, “Is that bacta?” 

“I’m not sure what bacta is,” you admitted, half shrugging as you examined the jagged edges of the laceration. It was a nasty cut on his thigh, right above his knee. You noticed that his skin was white and not green. A curiosity you’d ask about at a more appropriate time. “This is a numbing agent called lidocaine. We use it so that the stitches don’t hurt as much.” 

“Will it make me drowsy?” 

You shook your head, “It shouldn’t. Plus it only lasts about 40 minutes or so.” 

“Okay.” 

“It’ll be a quick pinch then I’ll start stitchin’ you up.” 

He just nodded. His kid cooed worriedly and you felt your heartstrings being tugged by the little one yet again. Aww, you thought, the little one was worried about his dad. 

“Don’t worry, kid. I won’t hurt him.” you promised. 

After injecting the lidocaine into his thigh with the needle, you proceeded to suture the wound closed, making sure not to pull too tightly on the ends. You went a little deeper than necessary on the next stitch, which caused Mando to jerk and grip your wrist, cursing loudly, “Dank farrik!” 

“Ooh,” you grimaced at the sound of his harsh pants, stopping to glance at him and the kid, “I didn't mean to go that deep. Sorry, Mando.” you apologized. 

To take his mind off the discomfort, you took two fingers and massaged the underside of his knee. As he relaxed, you could feel the tension ease out of his thigh muscles. Your method worked like a charm. It always did. He loosened his grip on your wrist before dropping his hand back into his lap.

“You ruined my favorite flowers, you know…” you commented as you peered up at him, attempting to find his eyes through the helmet. How was it even possible to have a tinted helmet? Exactly what were the Mandalorians so afraid of in space that they had to conceal their faces? When you failed to locate his eyes, you went back to the wound and threw another stitch. You were almost done now. Just a couple more sutures. 

It was getting harder to ignore the tiny green guy's agitated cries. He must have been getting hungry or bored. Mando didn't utter a word, so you assume he was just used to it. 

“I’m sorry about your tulips,” he expressed, ducking his head a bit in embarrassment, “I’ll see if I can salvage them once I know we’re in the clear.” 

“You know how to tend to flowers?”

“A little bit.” he said, shrugging as he turned his attention towards his upset kid. 

“Sorry,” Mando apologized for the increasing volume of the kid’s cries, “He’s probably hungry.” 

“Well, I have some leftovers from brunch. Does he have any allergies?” 

“Not that I'm aware of.” Mando replied. 

“Alright. I’ll fix him a plate once I’m done with you. Would you like to eat somethin’ too?” 

“Not really hungry at the moment.” 

“Okay.” 

After you had completed the last stitch, you took a little, red container, opened it, and used a dollop of vaseline to evenly spread it over the stitches.  As soon as you had completed that task, you got to your feet and headed over to the kitchen sink, where you washed your hands thoroughly.  

You took some oatmeal and heated it up in the microwave, sliced an apple and added a few red pieces to the bowl. You grabbed a spoon, handing it to the child as you placed the blue ceramic bowl in front of him. He cooed happily before digging in.

You asked Mando to wait some time before strapping the metallic layer of protection back on his thigh, but he refused. 

The child appeared to be in a better mood now that his belly was full. You had to resist the urge to ask Mando if you could hold him. He was just too stinkin’ cute. You’d probably never let him go. 

You lingered on the couch for an hour, staring at Mando entertaining his kid, before opting to get some fresh air in your backyard. 

“Where are you going?” Mando questioned as he put his son on the couch and hurried over to you, standing in front of the sliding glass doors, blocking you from leaving the house. 

You forced back an eye roll as you reminded yourself that he was only being cautious. There was no need to be rude to him. He merely wanted you to avoid getting killed by the pirate who had followed him to your house. From space. 

“I need to grab my phone,” you explained as you pointed to the chair you were lounging in peacefully before he arrived, “Look— it’s just right there by the pool.” 

“Fine,” he exhaled sharply after following your direction, eyeing the object, “Be quick. It isn’t safe yet.” He stepped aside after you nodded at him and you slid the door open, stepping out into your backyard. 

You're not certain why, but on your way to the swimming pool, you kept track of how many steps you took. You’re astonished that you haven't done this before now. 31 steps in total from your house to your pool.

You bent over, snagging your cell phone from the small table, checking the time.

6:42pm

Today, time was flying by. It was almost time for dinner. You could probably cook dinner while you waited for this so-called pirate extraterrestrial to arrive. Sadly, you were no longer in the mood to make dinner. You could just order a pizza. Did they even eat pizza in space?

Your phone chimed, and after tapping the green icon to check your messages, you saw that you had received a new text from your friend and colleague Jaime, who was a highly qualified cardiothoracic surgeon. Due to the fact that you two worked so closely together on various urgent cases, it was inevitable that the two of you became great pals.

An appreciative smile formed at the corner of your mouth as you read Jaime’s message which reported that there was no code blue while she was on duty. This occurred once or twice a year, but it was always a cause for celebration. You typed out a few emoji’s before pressing send. 

“Tulip, run!” Mando bellowed from inside the house. 

You glanced at him in confusion. Who was tulip, you thought sardonically until it dawned on you. Your mouth fell open in a hushed O. He never asked for your name and you never offered it. 

So, he took it upon himself to nickname you your favorite flower? Interesting.

You ignored the sudden fluttering of your heart and the warm flush that danced across your skin.

The boisterous warbling of another spaceship captured your attention. Despite being smaller than Mando’s, it was distinctly louder. Just a few feet away from Mando's, it landed, and out stepped the most outlandish space pirate you've ever seen. It was the first alien pirate you'd ever seen, so there was that, but the entrance was very lackluster. 

“Tulip, come to me now!” Mando barked, unholstering his weapon and beckoning for you to come back inside to where he and the kid were.

The space pirate spotted you immediately and made a beeline for you. Your heart thumped against your rib cage as you tucked tail and ran back inside. 

Running from a goddamn space pirate wasn’t on your 2023 bingo card.

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Beskar Doll - Ch. 6: Confessions

There's a wounded Mandalorian, a scared girl, and a traumatized doll to hold them all together. A continuation of Beskar Doll Ch. 1-5 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: Mention of injuries; mention of slavery; mention of torture & death. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI

Length: 3k

Layari had kept her word, holding the fabric to the Mandalorian’s side until you slid down the ladder into the hold and ran for her. 

“You did so good!” You said, taking her hands off his chest and examining it. He was still breathing, thank the Maker. He’d lost some blood but it probably wasn’t critical. You glanced over him, taking stock, when you noticed blood coming from below his helmet. Fuck. “Can you help me with one more thing?” You asked, trying to keep your voice jovial. She nodded. “We have to move our friend here, we’re going back that way,” you jerked your head toward his quarters, coming up with a plan for how to treat an injury on a face you weren’t allowed to see. “I’m going to have his shoulders, do you think you can be a strong girl and grab his legs?” She nodded again. “Great! Let’s go, quick feet!” 

You ran to his head and slipped your arms into his underarms, wishing you had time to be more gentle. She mimicked you, slipping her arms around his ankles. You smiled. 

“One, two, three!” You said, feeling perverse at saying it the way you did, turning his injury into a game. You moved him as quickly as you could manage, carrying him into his bunk. You got his torso onto the bed in one go and Layari helped with his feet. You ran to the galley and grabbed the med kit before going to the cabinet and grabbing a ration, one that you were pretty sure had something sweet in it. You set it on the table and grabbed a water to go with it. 

“You did so well, Darling Girl!” You said, smiling broadly. “Why don’t you sit right here and have something to eat while I help our friend, OK?” 

She nodded and smiled. You smiled back and practically ran for his quarters, stopping for a second to grab a light from the emergency kit. 

You spot where Mando had put his usual helmet and set it on the bunk near his head before flipping the light switch and climbing in at the head of the bed. You put the light you’d grabbed in your mouth as you clambered in, setting up a makeshift workspace. You had bacta, at least. You pulled the light from your mouth and shined it down on him, pulling his still masked head into your lap before you sighed. “We’re trying this your way,” you muttered. “But I swear, if it looks like you’re dying on me, I’d rather you be an apostate than a corpse.” 

You flipped the light off, setting it beside you, and you took a deep breath before you eased the mask up and off his head. 

In a better situation, you’d have taken a moment to appreciate what was happening. Luxuriate in learning that he had hair, that his skin was soft until you reached his pleasantly rough beard, that he seemed to have lines around his eyes betraying his age and the fact that he smiled below his helmet. But the woodsy scent of him was tainted by the metallic smell of blood and you had to find the source. Eventually, you did, a wound on the back of his head. You touched it gingerly, muttering “sorry, sorry, sorry” over and over as you tried to see if you could find any sign of a cracked skull. You pulled your fingers back from his thick hair and stuck the flashlight in your mouth, tilting it up this time before turning it on. You held your fingers up to the light and examined them. It looked like just blood, no brain fluid. That was good. 

You touched the rest of his head, seeing if there was anything else you could locate before you fished around the medical kit, finding gauze and disinfectant. You cleaned the cut, using the same process as you had when checking the blood: clean the area, turn the light on facing the ceiling, inspect the gauze, repeat until clear. When things looked a bit better, you titled his head up a bit and applied bacta spray before you wrapped it. You inspected everything with your fingers again before you gently, deftly, eased the helmet back on him. The modulator immediately registered the sound of his breathing and you slumped down, laughing in your relief. You set his head gently on the bed and turned on the lights to look over the rest of him. 

He’d taken three blaster shots to the torso. It looked like the armor had taken the brunt of it but he was still bleeding. You delicately adjusted the clothes, trying to make it so you saw as little of him as you could, apologizing under your breath the whole way and hoping that seeing parts of his chest and stomach wasn’t as extreme as seeing his face. His skin was a beautiful tan, the color of something warm and good. You resisted the urge to run your fingers over him. 

You quickly cleaned the wounds and applied bacta pads before giving him a final once over. He was still breathing and you were pretty sure you’d found all his injuries. You slumped to the floor for a moment. His hand dangled off the bed and you held it for a second, centering yourself, focusing on his fingers laced with yours. He was alive and so were you and so was the girl. You’d done it. 

You arranged him in a way that looked more comfortable on the bed and cleaned up the evidence of your work before going back to the galley to find Layari sitting there, watching the door for your return. 

“Did you get enough to eat?” You asked kindly. 

“Is he going to be OK?” She asked, her little eyebrows knitting together. You smiled and nodded. She smiled back. “Good.” 

“Are you tired?” You asked her, hoping she said yes. You hadn’t slept in two days, you were exhausted. She nodded. “Want to come sleep with me? We can look out for each other.” She nodded eagerly. 

You set up the bed in its usual spot and showed the girl where the fresher was before giving her one of the Mandalorian’s shirts to use as a nightgown - it swallowed her whole - and laying down. She burrowed her small, warm body back into yours and you held her close, pressing your lips into the top of her head. You were still in the dress but you didn’t care. He was alive, she was safe and you weren’t alone. You could rest. 

*** 

Din sat up so fast that his head spun, ready to fight and kill but it was still and dark. It took him a moment to realize that he was in his usual helmet and remember just what happened. You’d gone back into the party and he had to let you, not willing to leave the girl alone in the speeder, it wasn’t safe. But he wasn’t leaving, not without you. 

Whatever you did in there cost valuable time, just enough for hired guns to make it to the party and tail your speeder as you raced back to the ship. 

He didn’t remember what happened after bringing the speeder in for a less than smooth landing at the Razor Crest but it was obviously something. He slowly got out of bed and turned on the light. He was still wearing the clothes from the party, but there were bacta pads on his stomach and chest. The wounds were still healing but they’d come a long way. Blaster bolts. His head hurt. 

He delicately removed his helmet and found the gauze, gently testing the spot on his head. There was still blood in his hair but the injury had healed. Someone - probably you - had tended to his wounds, seen him without his helmet. He gripped the edge of the bed. Apostate. The word ate at him. But he wondered, too, what you’d thought of what you’d seen. If it would be worth it to remove it on his own terms so he could feel your lips on his. 

He shook his head. Cargo. You were cargo. 

He put the helmet back on. 

It didn’t take long to find you in the hold. The ship was humming, traveling somewhere. But it didn’t matter where at that moment. You were asleep, the girl in your arms, her little hands clutching onto your body. One of your arms was stretched out below her so she could use you as a pillow, her head tucked below your chin, your lips and nose buried in her hair. Your arms were around her, her legs curled into your stomach. 

You looked surprisingly intact, still wearing the dress from the party, your curves reminding him of where he longed to touch you, be consumed by you. 

He lowered himself to the ground quietly, curling his body around yours. You nestled back against him on instinct. He hesitated for a moment before pressing his helmet against your head. 

“You’re OK,” you said softly, voice hazy with sleep. 

“I’m fine,” he replied, cautiously slipping an arm around your waist. You adjusted with a contented sigh. 

“I didn’t see,” you mumbled. 

“Hm?” He asked, too busy thinking about the heat of you soaking into him through his armor. 

“Your face,” you sighed, reaching a hand back and running your fingers over his helmet. “Turned off the lights, did it by touch. I didn’t see. You’re OK.” 

His heart stuttered for a moment as your hand slipped down and back around the girl. For a moment, he wished you’d said the opposite, so he could justify taking the helmet off and feeling your skin against his. Instead, he pulled you closer, as close as he could get, but the ache in his chest told him it wasn’t enough. 

You woke up before him and he found you in the galley, still in the gown from the night before, talking with the girl and giving her options for breakfast. 

“So you don’t want bantha heart?” You said, holding up a ration with a serious frown on your face. The girl giggled. 

“No!” 

“How about…. Tauntaun guts?” You said, grabbing another one. She giggled again. 

“Not that one!” 

“Ohhh OK,” you gave Din a brief half smile. “Well I guess the only option we have for hungry Mandalorian girls is…” You grabbed a ration. “Oats with dried meiloorun fruit!” 

You presented it to her with flourish. She giggled again and you helped her opened the packaging. 

“I’m going to go talk to our friend,” you told her. “Let me know if you decide you want bantha heart instead…” 

“Ew!” She scrunched her nose as you looked to the Mandalorian, jerking your head toward the hold. You both stepped away from the galley, going out of earshot. 

“She should be good for a bit,” you looked back toward the galley. “She’s gotten started for the day, anyway. Keeping her busy will be an adventure though…” You sighed, looking back to him. “I jumped us to Kashyyyk after doing a quick jump in the Coruscant sector to shake any tails. I’ve never been to Nevarro and, in all honesty, I’m barely a passable pilot. I didn’t want to try to plot a jump to a place I’d never been when, for all I knew, your insides were being held together by the hands of a six-year-old…” 

“You did well,” Din cut you off. You frowned at him, obviously not expecting him to compliment you. 

“I took care of your injuries without light,” you said. “Well, your head injury, at least. I didn’t take off your helmet until I couldn’t see a thing. I hope that’s enough of a loophole…” 

“You told me,” he said. You were acting off, fidgeting with anything your fingers could reach on your body. “Last night.”

“Oh,” you said, frowning. “Sorry, I didn’t remember…”

“Thank you,” he said. “For helping. With the girl and with me. I couldn’t… she’d still be in there if it wasn’t for you.” 

“It’s about time my… skills helped someone worthwhile,” you shrugged, trying to act nonchalant but failing. 

“I’m going to jump us to Nevarro,” he said, watching you. Your eyes were looking everywhere but at him, darting as you pulled on the fabric of your dress. “Have you had a chance to eat anything?” 

“No,” you waved him off. “I should change…” 

“You should eat,” he frowned beneath the helmet. “Doll, I think you’re in shock…” 

“If I eat I’ll just throw it up,” you were pretending that you were looking at him. Instead you were focused on a point over his shoulder. “It’s a waste. I’m going to shower.” 

He thought about stopping you but changed his mind, watching you as you gathered clothes and went to the fresher. He sighed, climbing into the cockpit. 

You were still in the fresher when he finished in the cockpit and he was wondering if you usually took long or if you were in trouble. He gave the girl a data pad to play with and got changed himself, back into his more familiar armor. Then, he cleaned a blaster while sitting across from her to stay occupied. After a while, he decided it was time to check on you. 

He knocked on the fresher door, a single sharp wrap. 

“Hey Doll,” he said gently. “You OK?’ 

There was a pause, long enough that he almost went in before you responded. 

“Fine,” you said eventually, your voice wet. 

“No, you’re not,” he replied, You didn’t respond. He sighed and flipped the mask to heat sensor mode. He opened the door and immediately hit the lights, looking for you. He found you folded in on yourself in the corner, your legs in your chest and your head on your knees, trembling slightly. 

“Go away,” you mumbled half heartedly. 

“No,” he replied, joining you on the floor. He pulled you against him, even in his gloves he could tell that you weren’t dressed. You slumped onto him, body shaking. He gently pulled you onto his lap, his arms going around your naked body as you sobbed, pressing your face into his armored chest. He hesitated before running one gloved hand down your back, switching off the heat sensor with the other. 

“I’m sorry,” you moaned into him. 

“Sh,” he said gently. “It’s OK. Give it to me. Tell me what hurts, I can take it from you for a while. Just give it to me.” 

With a racking sob you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingertips clinging to the fabric of his flight suit. 

“I hate doing what I did,” you said, voice cracking. “All the killing I’ve done, all the torture, all the risk… What for? There are still slaves in the galaxy, children here and on Tatooine…” You took a shaky breath. “That’s why I couldn’t stay on Tatooine. I killed a slaver in the street, he was beating his property,” you spat the last word out and Din held you tighter. “So I beat him until he couldn’t breathe anymore… I knew exactly how to hurt him, just like I knew exactly how to hurt that man yesterday and how to hurt the others… what does it mean that I know that?” 

You pulled your face from his chest, looking up at him in the darkness. 

“I don’t want to be good at killing and hurting,” your voice cracked. “I don’t want to do any of it…” 

His hand slipped to your face, cupping your cheek and fingers gripping your hair. He pressed his metal-clad forehead to your bare one. 

“You don’t have to do any of it,” he said softly. “I never should have asked…” 

“Yes, you should,” you cut him off. “Because what’s the point of knowing how to hurt people if you don’t hurt the right people? But sometimes the right people work for the Hutts…” 

“And you have to leave,” he finished for you when you fell silent. You swallowed, closing your eyes and nodding against him. 

“I’m so tired of killing,” your voice wavered. “I feel like it takes part of me every time I do it and I’ve done it so much….” 

“You did what you had to do to survive,” he said quietly, his hand sliding to the back of your neck to hold you against him. But you shook your head, falling against his chest. 

“No,” you said. “I’d have survived if I’d just stayed out of it. I didn’t.” 

He was silent, holding you as you cried, your body feeling too delicate to have survived all you had. He slowly, trying to not disturb you, lifted a hand and released the seal on his helmet, hoping you didn’t notice the quiet hiss. He pressed his face down toward yours, the smell of your skin closer than it had ever been, even with the metal between you. He held onto you until you stopped shaking, your warmth soaking through his armor through his skin. 

“What is Layari doing?” You asked, pulling back from him enough to look him in the eye and frowning. “She’s six, I don’t think you can leave six-year-olds unsupervised for very long…” 

“I gave her a data pad,” he said. “But I don’t know how long that will distract a child…” 

“We should go,” you said, drying your eyes and suddenly seeming self conscious, pulling your legs against your naked body. “Can you…” 

“I didn’t see anything,” he said, changing the vision on the helmet again. “I set it to heat sensor when I came in… I didn’t want…” 

“Thank you,” you said softly. With the heat sensor, he couldn’t be sure, but he thought your lips brushed where his cheek lay beneath the metal. You folded back up on the ground and Din went to the door, looking back to you. 

“It gets better,” he said. “I’ve been doing this a while. It gets better.” 

The orange shape that was you nodded and he left, Layari happily playing a game on the data pad right where he left her. 

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Let it snow

peterpparkrr’s 12 days of holiday drabbles

8. Snowstorm + Din Djarin

Summary: You find yourself stranded in a cabin during a snowstorm with a Mandalorian.

“It doesn’t look like it’s gonna let up any time soon,” Din tells you as he stares out the window of the abandoned shelter you’d stumbled upon.

Thank Maker you’d found this shelter before the storm really picked up, you don’t think the two of you could have made your way out of the storm back to the Razor Crest in the conditions outside. 

“No kidding,” You reply as you come up behind him to stare at the blanket of white outside. You can feel the winds rattle the door and window frames ever so often. And with another gust, you wrap your arms around your middle and look around. “Guess we better get comfortable.”

You poke around to see what sort of provisions this little shack has. There’s a cot bed in the corner with blankets piled on top of it so at least you won’t freeze to death. You find a cupboard with a few ration packs tucked inside. 

“Well, we’re not going to die,” You tell Din as you raise the rations above your head.

When you pop back up you see Din crouched down in the other corner of the cabin, where the small fireplace is positioned. 

You move forward and watch as he builds a fire with the kindling beside the fireplace. 

He builds it up well enough, but can’t seem to get the paper to catch the spark from the flint he found amongst the fire-making supplies. 

You can tell he’s starting to get agitated. 

“Do you want to-” You start to ask.

The sudden woosh of his flamethrower cuts you off as he aims it directly at the pull of wood. The nicely built tent collapses as it bursts into flames.

“...use my lighter?” You finish as you stare at the now roaring fire.

“Sorry,” Din apologizes as he stands up and turns to face you.

“It’s alright, suppose we’re bound to get a little tense in this sort of situation. I certainly don’t love the feeling of being trapped somewhere,” You tell him with a sigh as you pull the collar of your snowsuit more tightly around your neck as you slump down on the cot, leaning back against the wall. 

“Well, it’s like you said, we’re not going to die here,” Din replies as he comes to sit next to you. “We just need to wait out the storm.”

“Then we can head back to the crest and get the hell off this stupid planet,” You grumble.

You both sit like that for a while in silence.

“You should take off your armor,” You finally say.

“Sorry,” You apologize quickly as he turns to look at you, his helmet tilted curiously. “I didn’t mean it like that, it just… you should get comfortable. And it’s not like anyone going to attack us.”

A mechanical hum comes through Din’s vocoder as his hands come up to unclip his pauldrons. And then his vambraces.

You suddenly feel like you’re spying on a private moment and quickly downcast your eyes to give Din a modicum of privacy as he takes off his armor. 

Once the pile of armor on the floor is complete your eyes flicker upward again and you see Din’s helmet already looking back at you from where he sits next to you, now just in his undershirt and pants.

You clear your throat awkwardly.

“Better?” You ask.

“Yeah.”

“Cool,” You reply as you nod awkwardly.

“With the fire, it’s warm enough you can probably take your snowsuit off too,” Din says. “For, y’know, comfort.”

You shoot him a look. You have a feeling his smirking at you under that stupid helmet. 

But you silently stand up and unzip your snowsuit, pulling your arms out before you shimmy it down your legs. You add it and your boots to Din’s pile.

“There,” You say as you wrap your arms around your chest and sit back down.

“Here,” Din says quietly as he wraps one of the blankets around your shoulders, the warmth from his arms and chest radiating off of him as he reaches around you.

“You’re warm,” You comment before you can think better of it. His arm freezes where it’s still draped across your shoulders.

“Sorry- I-” You begin to apologize again.

“Yeah?” He asks. “And are you still cold?” 

“A little,” You reply as you shrug. Before you realize what your response might mean. “Yeah.”

“Sharing body heat is important in situations like this,” Din’s voice replies slowly.

“Yeah,” You breathe out.

“You should lay down,” He gently instructs you.

You shift down from your sitting position to lay on your side as Din moves behind you, lying down next to you before he wraps his arm around your middle and pulls you against his broad, warm chest.

“Is this okay?” He finally asks.

“Very okay,” You reply contently.

Before you know it your eyes are fluttering close and you fall asleep as Din’s arm tightens around you.

And you swear he whispers something, but you’re already asleep before you can try to decipher what he’s said.

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[aresrambles]

Hi can you do dinxreader, where the reader is friendly and a bit talkative and all of the sudden din says something that’s makes the reader go completely quite. They just remain quite rest of the way Bcz they’re hurt and din just gets weirded out by the silence. I love angst lol. Thank you so much!

White Noise

mando x gn!reader - din snaps at reader, (maybe toxic!din?), angst, fluffy ending (1028 words)

a/n: thank u for ur request anon!! i hope this is okay, i ended it with a fluffy ending. i'm not great at angst yet but hopefully i'll improve when i keep at it ☆

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"Remember the last time we were on Coruscant? I had the craziest kriffing time."

You happily chatter away next to your stoic companion, who stares at the array of dimly lit controls that lay in front of you.

"Maybe it's because I'm just from some lame village," You lean your head back against the headrest and sigh, eyes becoming glossy due to the bright shooting lights of hyperspace. "But Coruscant has always been so attractive to me." You're unaware of Din's twitching fingers, and instead fixated on the expanse of stars behind the glass. Perhaps if you had been paying a little more attention, you would have read the uncomfortable posture your companion had adopted; jealousy settling into his nerves. He remains silent as you continue, not offering any sign of acknowledgment of your monologue.

"The city is insane, and some people there look so high-class. Those silky evening dresses and shirts! Maker, such stupidly unique fashion and the droids are so advanced! I think I went clubbing once and there was this one particular type of droid that-"

"Can you shut up?" Din finally snaps, helmet glaring at you. You immediately pause in the midst of your ramble, eyes wide and heart racing at the sudden outburst. You were accustomed to seeing Din act coldly, however he had never treated either you or Grogu in this manner. Not ever. You can only clamp your mouth shut and redirect your gaze down to your boots, humiliation taking ahold of your body. Were you speaking too much? Did you say something to irritate him? The Mandalorian seemed fine when you had all boarded the ship, and had even insisted on putting the kid to sleep to allow you some time to rest. You wish for the seat to swallow your body up so you didn't have to bear the now aching silence of the cockpit. You wish for Din to tell you what you did wrong. A half-hearted apology begins to crumble and travels down from your mind into your mouth, but you stop yourself. You haven't done anything wrong, to your knowledge, so why did Din feel the need to act like that? To make you feel so shitty for just trying to make conversation?

Instead, you turn your body away from him and settle further down into the seat, face turned away from him so your expression would be unreadable. Or so you thought. Din watches your face through the warped reflection in the glass screen surrounding you both, fixated on every minor twitch or blink on your features. He knows his reaction was unwarranted, but when you don't reply to him at all, he begins to worry. How was he supposed to say that the first time he saw you back in Coruscant he was hellbent on keeping those so called "high-class" bastards away from you? That he trekked through the city in a selfish stakeout to keep you out of harms way, and coincidentally run into you at a bar in the midst of the night? That the very idea of you being impressed by those narcissistic and sleazy bastards was making his stomach turn?

He's unable to do any of those things, and can only grip onto his levers a little tighter than before as the Crest runs the course of its journey in an unsettling quietness. The sort of discomforting silence that it hadn't experienced since back when Din would travel alone. Although it was an unwelcome change to your journey, Din couldn't find it in him to speak once more. Guilt nestled itself between all of the silent gaps and soon enough the only thing to have caused any commotion was Grogu's soft cries once he had awoken from his nap. You inwardly thank the Maker for his well-timed disturbance and rise from your seat to tend to him, before feeling cool leather wrap around your wrist.

You both remain there, still for a few seconds, before Din gets up properly and tugs you back away from the ladder. He leaves you alone in the cockpit whilst Grogu's distressed gurgles turn into barely there snores- no doubt the result of his father's swaying and cooing. The thought makes your stomach tighten in what can only be embarrassingly described as affection. You don't hear him when he returns, too absorbed in your own thoughts to be aware of the faint clank of DIn's feet against the floor.

"I apologise."

"Oh. No, it's fine. I guess all fathers want to spend quality time with their kids."

"What?" DIn's helmet cocks to the side in confusion, before he shakes it and settles back into his seat. "No, I mean about earlier. It was... wrong of me to behave in that manner. I'm sorry."

Oh. You can only shrug your shoulders and smile in an attempt to brush it off, not wanting to make a big deal out of it in front of him. Din seems to know that you're putting up a front, and continues,

"I love hearing you talk, but Coruscant- I'm sorry. It's selfish but it's like it threatens to take you from me. It may be beautiful but it's... unsafe. I don't like remembering when you were back there. What if I can't protect you this time? What if you get hurt?"

Your eyes struggle to focus on the beskar-clad man in front of you, becoming fuzzy with tears. "I thought that I had done something to upset you." You mumble, irritation dissipating. Din was, as always, simply concerned for your safety. You shake your head and stifle a pained chuckle, wiping your eyes. "That was messed up." you end up on, inching towards him.

Din welcomes you with open arms, guiding your head into his chest and settling his helmet into the crook of your neck.

"I really am sorry, I won't ever speak like that to you again. I just need you safe, meshla."

You hum in understanding as his hands drop to your back, drawing soft circles underneath your shirt. It was a sweet warmth in comparison to the icy atmosphere prior, and your mind begins to relax completely. Soon enough, the Crest's quiet doesn't seem so awful anymore.

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[beskarinhyperspace]

Moon Dust

Urgh, I wanted you too.. I, I still do. 

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5. Compulsion

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Din Djarin x fem.reader

WC:  3.2k 

A/N: This one is quite spicy so yeah NSFW..

Morning comes and the sky is quite clear, only a couple of clouds still showing from the previous day. You both didn't spoke a word since last night. You felt embarrassed, how could you jump and rub yourself on him like that? You remember all of it, every single little details playing in loop inside your head. You close your eyes trying to forget but a voice comes to bring you back to reality. 

“Hey.. I made breakfast, if you're hungry..” Hearing the voice coming from the entrance.  

He doesn't have his armor on, only his clothes, his arm brace and helmet. You remained silent, feeling like all of this was a mistake. You're stuck with the man here.. what were you thinking? What if something bad happens? You feel stupid for letting your emotions get in the way. How could you be so irresponsible? This isn't you. 

While you were spiralling, he moves away, understanding you didn't want to talk to him. Moving towards the fire pit to sit on the log. He figured he might've done something wrong. He knew what he wanted, and it is you. Although, maybe you didn't want the same as him. 

Seeing you finally coming out to eat, gives him a pinch in his chest. Looking at you rub your eyes and adjusting them to the bright morning makes him nervous. If everything is his fault, he needs to make it right. 

You watch him put some grains and protein in a small bowl, turning his head slightly while handing it out to you. As you take it from his hand you remain silent, keeping your gaze down.  

He notices it, he recognizes it, because it's the same look you had when he met you in nevarro. The pinching becoming more apparent, he knows he must apologize. As he turns his body to you, facing you fully. He kept playing with the fingertips of his leather gloves, unsure on how to address the issue. 

“Yesterday, I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you feel this way. If I..” He sounds timid and anxious. 

You lift your head slowly, “No, I'm sorry.. I let myself come in between us. You were just trying to be kind to me..” 

“No, yes.. urgh..” he takes a moment to find the right words before speaking again, “I wanted you too.. I-I still do.” he says looking at you unmoving and waiting for a response. 

You're too shy to say anything, looking down to your food in between your hands. When he sees the small smile forming at the corner of your lips, he gets up, moving closer, now hovering over you. He takes your bowl to put it aside next to the fire pit before grabbing your hand, pulling you up slowly towards him, making you rise. 

Taking his fingers, he pushes the hair framing your face gently. The world has gone silent as he admires your eyes, only hearing the creaking sound from his leather gloves. Bringing his helmet closer makes you feel very, very intimidated. He comes to your ear whispering, “You're all I think about.” 

You let out an uncontrollable sharp breath. Feeling the need to have him closer growing inside of you. You're making him grin under that helmet as he looks at you melt under him. Which is way better than seeing you fear him.. He takes your hand again, bringing you back into the cavern.  

Once inside he doesn't waste a single moment. He didn't lie, since he's been awake, all he could truly think about was you. Grabbing you gently by the side of your neck as you close your eyes feeling his hand moving downward. He caresses your body softly with the light pressure of his fingertips. Almost as if he was afraid, you’d break under his touch. 

“Did you mean it?” You say parting your lips slowly as your look straight into his visor. 

He doesn't say a word as he moves to hold your waist before guiding you towards the blanket still laid down on the floor. You are being push down gently as he comes to lay with you, still holding your waist, his body so close to yours. You're nervous but he also makes you feel safe.  

He hesitates as he gets closer to you and you can clearly see it, “what is it?” 

He looks away before turning his gaze back on you. “Would you close your eyes?” tilting his head slightly. 

Frowning, you simply close them. 

“Do you promise not to look?” Saying while smiling, already removing his helmet along with his gloves. 

You nod, raising and eyebrow, not knowing what to expect but you hear a hissing sound. He’s finally able to see you with without barriers, starring as he takes you in. Watching your skin reflect the light coming from outside. Your eyelashes and brows twitching as your eyes move around even if they're closed. Seeing glass like specks glowing and shining on your skin from the heat. Your plush lips slightly parted, looking soft and inviting.  

After a moment, he moves closer as you inhale slowly. Smelling him, he just smells so good.. You begin to feel a pillowy sensation brushing lightly over your lips. You don't move them just yet, giving him the chance to explore you. He starts to press them harder before opening his lips to envelop yours. Pushing his tongue in carefully. You can't resist moving yours with his as he lets out a deep breath out through his nose. Tasting you sweet in his mouth.  

He brings his hand to hold your thigh before caressing it upwards. Still kissing him you let him know your desires, opening your knees slightly for him. You can feel a smile on his lips, as he moves in between them and sneaks his hand underneath your shirt.  

As he grabs your breast you carelessly open your mouth as he feels them. Taking his other hand, he pulls the fabric upwards, exposing both to him. He takes pleasure seeing your body twitch to the vulnerability, but it just leaves him more needy. Pulling down your bra, he takes one out and puts it in his mouth before humming to the taste of it.  

The sensation becoming more present with the vibration of his lips around your nipple, makes you start to breathe heavily. He feels his penis pumping and becoming harder as he begins to lick it with one single stroke before sucking on it. The needy feeling in between your legs is starting to control you, pushing your chest forward to present them fully to him.  

He lets go of it with a big ‘pop’ as if he was still sucking on it when he pulled away. Moving to the other one, flickering his tongue over it. You let out a soft moan as he's playing with the other one, passing his thumb over and pressing it slightly in between his fingers. Why does this feel so good? 

Seeing you contort underneath him like this, makes him feral. He lets go of your breast to let out his now fully harden cock, hovering completely over you in between your legs. He rubs himself a couple of times looking at you with your eyes still closed before grinding your pussy over the fabric. 

You let your sounds of pleasures out, free in the open to bounce off the walls of the echoing cave. As he rubs his cock on you, he feels the wetness of your entrance leaking through the fabric while your juices slowly coat him. 

You know he's discovering you, but you want more. Trying to get your message across you let out a whining sound before putting a hand on his chest, pressing in softly. Feeling his heartbeat going faster as his warmth just radiates from his body. You think he picked up on it because he starts teasing your entrance. Pushing against your entrance with the tip of his cock, remaining blocked from the fabric. Even with your pants on you can feel him gliding slightly on the edge making you more desperate.  

Smiling to the sight of you, he never thought he'd be able to do something like this with you. Even if it scared him, he didn't want to let it affect him, not right now. He wanted to enjoy his time and savour every moment he got with you, all to him. 

He continues to tease you before coming back to kiss you once more, “Every word.. I meant every word.” Affirming, still in the proximity to your lips. 

“More..” you say, almost a whisper. 

And just like that, he forgets about taking his time as he pushes his pants down before removing yours. He stays still as he looks at you, so pretty, so wet and ready for him.  

You feel a finger brushing your clit softly before moving slowly downward and gliding in gently. He lets out a puff of air, placing himself in front of your inviting pussy. Pushing only the tip of his cock in and out slowly. He really wants to know you, all of you. You feel him pushing in but not entering completely as he is still teasing your entrance. Although, the softness of his cock makes it less bearable, leaving you whining to the sensation.  

He must’ve felt the same because he starts moving in deeper and deeper, you feel him, thickness and length, you feel a pinch at your entrance, but it quickly dissipates as it is replaced by a euphoric joy. Your smile becomes contagious as he bends closer to you, putting both his arms on the side of your head. Opening your hand to put his in, brushing his fingers inside of it before bringing one of them to caress your lips.  

“You're so beautiful cyare” he says before kissing them, letting his tongue in.  

He pants low and slow just like his stokes. As you pass your hands on his body, you can feel all his muscles contracting, even at simplest movements before he starts to thrust inside you gently and slowly. But seeing your eyes squinting and your pussy getting wetter from the pleasure, he knows you're not going to last long, and neither will he. He quickens his pace as he sees you becoming undone around him.  

Breathing harshly as you can't seem to control the sounds coming out of you no more. You tense and he starts to worry before he watches you finally release the tension as you face his arm. Feeling your warm breath through the fabric of his shirt. He noticed your eyes opening slightly, quickly moving his hand to cover them. 

 “I'm so sorry!” you stress voice still panicked, closing them shut again quickly. 

He kisses you hard and messy. Thrusting inside of you faster before moving his face into your neck.  

“Is it okay if.” asking in between heavy breaths. 

“Yes” you reply shortly, knowing exactly what he's asking. 

He immediately moves harsher, pounding inside of you really. It didn't take long for him to start grunting, feeling his body heat just rushing out of him. He loosens his grip on your hip, moving in slower a few more times before stopping, removing himself slightly from you.  

Coming to sit on your side, he grabs the helmet and puts it back on before tucking himself back in. Turning to your unmoving body, he sees your eyes remaining closed shut. 

You're waiting for his signal as you feel fingers brushing your hair back before caressing your cheek.  

“You can open them.” You hear from a modulated voice. “I'll go get you some food.”  

As you are dressing yourself you watch him heat some sort of broth over the fire. You can't help but smile at the sight of him, simply existing in the same space as you. 

-- 

You both agree to go back on exploring the area. He stares at you as you're strapping on your holsters. There's nowhere in the galaxy you can hide from that timid smile forming at the corner of your lips. He takes your hand, brushing the top of it with his thumb before he lets go, straightening his back a little and walking towards his bag.  

How could he do this to you? Taking your hand felt right, so right. but he knows he doesn't deserve all the attention you're giving him. You can't be with a bounty hunter. What kind of life could he possibly give you? On the run all time, having a bounty on your back or worse, being killed by one. He doesn't want to think about that, right now you guys are stuck here, and nothing feels better than having you close to him. Somehow, you make the nightmares more bearable. He knows this is wrong, but he can't help it.  

As he turns back to you, you give him a soft smile, moving in the direction of your journey. He noticed the way your eyes are glowing at him, even if the sun is not completely out. He wonders if you ever gave the same smile and eyes to someone else, feeling a little bit of jealousy rising. 

He stares at you as the pinching comes back to haunt him. Taking a deep breath before opening his mouth. 

“Can I ask you something?” Trying to keep his cool. 

“Anything” you respond with a small grin still looking forward. 

“Have you, did you.. ever had, someone in your life?”  

Your eyes round up at the question, why do you feel your cheeks getting redder? “I did, I–” the forest has gone suddenly silent, only hearing the rustling of the wind moving through the leaves. “I was with someone from the clan, it lasted a year.” You see the Mandalorian tense up at your words. “Nothing major really happened, it wasn't like what we just–.” You stopped yourself from speaking furthermore. Feeling terrorized by what you were about to say. He notices it, tilting his helmet to you. See him waiting for you to keep going. Instead, you decide to take another direction.  

“Have you? Ever been with someone?” Knowing this is a delicate matter. 

“No.” Affirming firmly. 

Curious you try harder, “never?” 

“Never, no one has seen me or ‘touched’ me. Never felt comfortable with physical intimacy.” he says now looking straight at you before turning his gaze back to the path. “All I know is violence, how can I be good to someone else?”  

You can feel the pain in his voice before you try to smooth him. “What about your son? I bet you were good to him, right? isn't that something?” looking at him half smiling. 

He takes a moment before you hear his voice again. “He was and still is, everything to me. I guess you're right, I never thought I'd be a guardian, less a father.” 

“See! You did something you never thought possible. Isn't it wonderful?” 

He stops in his steps, starring at you before talking low and soft. “Yes.” moving forward, pushing a strand of hair out of the way, “Definitely.” before turning away to proceed with the exploration. 

You don’t know why but you have a feeling that he's no longer talking about the child. 

-- 

Back to the camp you decide to go to bed early. You feel like you’ve been robbed of some precious sleeping hours lately. Closing your eyes, you pulled your cape closer to you. As you settle in, you feel a warm body still clothed behind you. Going to turn around to him, he pushes your chin back forward.  

He starts by caressing the side of your neck with the tip of his fingers. Brushing them lightly on your arm. 

“Can I?” his voice raspy and unmodulated, making your body warm up. 

You hummed in respond, letting him touch you as he pleased. Moving his hand under your shirt. He grabs one of your breasts. Massaging it full hand as he kisses the side of your neck. Letting him pass his tongue on your skin as he seems to enjoy the accessibility of it.  

You start to feel it inside you, this calls for him. Feeling your pussy pulsing from the need you know only, he can satisfy. Resting your head back on him, you feel him suck the skin underneath your ear, pressing your nipple and rolling it in between his fingers. You let out some moans before he pushes his hand lower, going inside your waist band. He moves straight to your entrance. Feeling your slick juices already coating his fingers. You start to moan gently as he glides them up and down in between your folds. Slowly covering your clit, making you hot with anticipation. You can feel him chuckle lightly against your back. His lips smiling against your skin, “You’re so beautiful, you don’t even understand.” as he focuses on your pleasure, doing light circles, sliding over your clit. 

Your moans are now filling up the space. “Stop, I'll.. I'll come, Din–” 

“It’s okay, Tonight I want to watch you, hear you. Please, for me, cyare.” cutting you off. Maker, his voice is like melting butter in your hear. 

You let yourself go, whining as your legs stiffens and let out a single desperate moan as you're finally reaching your high. 

He kisses the back of your neck as you calm down before turning around to put his helmet back on. 

“Can I have a kiss?” you ask timidly, knowing what he’s doing. 

“Close your eyes.” 

And you do, sensing a hand grabbing your jaw as he tilts your head upward. His soft flesh pressing lightly on your shaking lips. Holding your face in place, he gives into it more. Humming of satisfaction before he pulls away.  

“You can open them.” Hearing a clicking sound. He reaches out to caress your temple with his thumb. 

When you do, you really wished you could see his eyes. Being a little sad, but also understanding. Moving forward to bring your hand to his neck as he brings you closer to his body. Making you lay on your side and half on him. The fatigue is coming back, making you yawn as your face rests on his chest. 

Petting your head as you’re falling asleep, he tilts his helmet down, seeing you peacefully in his arms. It made him feel anxious. He’s afraid to lose something, but he doesn’t exactly know what it is. You make him feel good and he wants the same for you. He wants to be closer to you. Even though he knew he couldn't give you more.  

How can he be closer to you when you can’t even see him. He knows this is a huge mistake. That he shouldn’t be laying here with you. This shouldn’t have gone this far. It’s not only against the bounty code but also against his creed. He knows he can’t be with you. You deserve way better than the life he can give you. How can someone like you, be with someone like him? Especially without ever showing his face to you. He already lost the kid, and he didn’t want to lose this too, whatever this is. But you feel right to him and that’s what’s important right now. Trying to convince himself as he moves around a little, before getting some sleep as well.  

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[miercoooles]

Would anyone wanna read a self indulged Din Djarin fic?

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[fixforthesoul]

OPEN LETTER TO FANFICTION WRITERS ON ACCESSIBILITY; PLEASE READ.

first of all, thank you for spending your time, seldom acknowledged and definitely deserving of a compensation you are not receiving, to entertain us. i’m speaking on behalf of more than just blind readers, but everyone. you’re sick as hell.

i’ve summoned you to provide some information you may not already know. i know a lot of you like fonts. especially those who cross post their work on wattpad. i admire any and all acts of aestheticism to a degree, and can understand the desire to use them. (blind folk, sorry y’all. momma’s making a point.) 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔣𝔣 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰, it’s cute. 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 is a little cuter to me, if i had to choose. or maybe 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈?

now, sighted folk: if you’re on mobile, i implore you to participate in a little exercise for me. select this text and scroll through all the copy/paste/define/‘search the web’ options until you get to the speak portion. if you need to change a setting for your phone to do so, would you mind? i’d really appreciate it.

please make your phone read aloud part of my post, and be sure to include any bits with those super cute fonts. 𝕚’𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒, 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. 𝕚 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪, 𝕚 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕠𝕤 𝕚 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖.

whether you participated and discovered it for yourself or you thought this was a crock of shit you’d rather not sniff, i’ll tell you! screen readers cannot dictate words using those fonts. at least, on a majority of devices. not mine, or any of my mutuals elsewhere.

you do not have to change your behavior on my behalf, but please be aware that fonts limit access to your work.

blind readers do exist, i exist, and i am bound by the same feelings of dogged longing that make other sad horny bitches read angsty, smutty, father-wounded nonsense.

thanks for making it this far. i really hope my sincerity is being conveyed, reading makes me so happy and i’m not the only person on this app who relies on accessibility settings more often than not. do with this information what you will, and have the day you deserve!

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[dameronology]

Ouuu could you do a Din Djarin and all his soft touches ✨✨✨

soft touches are one of din's favourite things

it's no secret that he's bad with words, so he relies mostly - if not completely - on physical things to be intimate

mostly commonly, and assuming you're in a jet that allows two people in the cockpit, he'll have a hand on your leg whilst he's flying

or he'll be stood behind you, watching hyperspace fly by with his hands resting on both your shoulders

and every time you're walking through a busy town, he's guiding you with a gloved hand on the small of your back

din is especially touchy at night

not unbearably so, but he likes to have at least one hand resting on your hip or leg, just so he knows you're there

but when it's been an especially bad day, maybe one where you've come close to losing each other, he'll wrap himself around you completely

when it's just you two, he always takes the gloves off as well! they're part of his armour, but he never feels the need to wear it around you

it's a testament to his trust in you; that beskar and all the leather and cloth that goes with it is what he protects him from the world. he feels safe with you.

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[kyberblade]

Back To You (Din x Reader) - Part 1

A/N: This is something that just wouldn’t leave my mind alone. I plan on it being multiple parts, but I need to do some rewatching before I do any more.

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Warnings: Space swearing, show typical violence, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see.

Word count: 4,178

I’d also like to thank @grippingbeskar for encouraging me, looking over this for me, and being the one to introduce me to Din fanfiction in the first place, getting me hooked. You are fantastic and I always love our chats. And a shout out to @multifandomsw for telling me to just write it! 😆

Xxx

You thought you saw him from the corner of your eye, somewhere in the back of the cantina. Darting your eyes to the dark corner quickly showed nothing but shadows. Letting out a sigh, you weren’t surprised. It’s not like he blended in, exactly. You’d be more concerned if you didn’t notice a walking wall of beskar flashing through the dimly lit space.

Even so, the rest of the evening you felt like you were being watched. Which was nothing new, given you were the one who held the keys to the liquor around here, tending the bar and giving easy smiles in exchange for nice tips. But this felt different. This wasn’t the gaze of a drunkard lazily waiting for his next refill, no, this felt almost…. Predatory.

After closing up and wiping everything down, you turned your back on the door to put a bottle away on the shelf, pausing when you felt a shift in the atmosphere. Glancing over your shoulder tentatively, but seeing nothing, you shook your head briefly - partly to clear it and partly in amusement at yourself - and rolled your shoulders back to shrug off the lingering sense of…. Lurking.

“We’re closed,” you offered to the darkness, and whatever decided to lurk there. Even if it was just shadows as your companions tonight, you just thought they should know. Smirking to yourself, you turned around, eyes cast down on the counter to collect the last bottle only to startle and flick you gaze upward at a familiar modulated voice.

“That’s never stopped me before.”

You let out a sigh in both aggravation and relief. Hand over your racing heart you let out another huff for good measure. “Mando…. Kriff. You scared me half to death!” Grabbing the damp washcloth off the apron at your hip you gave it a quick wind up between your hands before popping it at his armor clad chest playfully. It hit your target with a ping.

He swatted it away, letting out a huff of what you knew to be laughter. Standing at the bar, his weight on one leg lazily, shoulders relaxed and helmet tipped toward you in a way that was almost playful back, and you smiled.

“What are you doing here?” You shoved the towel back into your apron and leaned on your forearms on the bar. “You hate this planet.”

Mando sighed, shaking his head gently, muttering something indistinguishable under his breath. “I do. Too crowded.”

“Coruscant? Crowded? No,” you said the last word scandalously, a grin turning up your face as another sigh left him and he shifted his weight to the other side, head tilting along with it. “Here. I know just what will help that.”

Standing back upright, you grabbed the last bottle still left on the counter and grabbed two shot glasses from below the bar, filling them both and sliding one to him.

He caught it, liquid slightly splashing over the rim from the impact. Grabbing your own, you tipped it to him, tossed it back, shaking your head as it burned down your throat, then refilling the glass and sliding it over his way. Catching it in the other hand, his visor tilted just slightly at you in question.

“It’s really crowded,” you leaned toward him, explaining in an exaggerated whisper, winking at him with a smirk, before turning to the liquor shelves behind you to give him privacy.

Mindlessly moving the bottles in their places just to give yourself something to do, you waited as you heard the sealing mechanism of his helmet release with a hiss, soon followed by one glass hitting the bar top with an empty thud, a second soon after, making you smile a little broader. You waited for the hiss of the seal reengaging to stop before turning back around. Reaching for the bottle again you cocked an eyebrow at him. “Another?” You lifted the bottle slightly, giving it a gentle jiggle side to side in enticement. “Another few?”

He leaned his head back slightly and if you had to guess, he was mirroring your raised eyebrow in question. “Maybe later.”

“Oh, one of those visits,” you said knowingly. Grabbing the two glasses from in front of him and your towel to wipe down the bar once again, you quickly tucked it back in your waist before grabbing the bottle and nodding your head over toward an empty table. “Then I’m maybe going to need another few….”

Another derisive snort left the modulator and you rolled your eyes at him. Rounding the bar you heard his footsteps behind you as you set the liquor and glasses on the table, reaching for the chair that rested on top of it set up for the night to place it back on the floor. You saw him do the same in your peripherals in a seat across from you.

Leaning one hand on the table, you turned to him with a sigh, starting to ease yourself down into the chair. “So, what do you need….” You trailed off when you noticed the satchel he had over one shoulder squirming, a soft coo emanating from the bag.

Frozen mid way to the chair, you felt a stirring in the air around you, something that felt companionable and kind, curious. It felt like only good things, and drew you in closer. Glancing up at the visor with wide eyes, you turned your attention back to it. You bent over a little further to get closer to the wiggling mass, feeling like a magnet was in your chest pulling you to it.

Letting out what almost sounded like a soft groan, the Mandalorian slowly sat in the chair with a grunt, pulling the satchel into his lap at the same time. Something green poked out of the side as it moved in his grip, and it almost looked like the tip of an ear.

You blinked once, still frozen wide eyed part way between a sit and stand.

Flipping up the top flap of the bag, the Mandalorian muttered a quiet, “Hey, kid,” as a small green face with large black eyes and the biggest ears you had ever seen looked up at you with a toothy grin.

You let out a chuckle on a single breath, barely making a sound, and suddenly found yourself seated the rest of the way with a graceless plop. Hand still resting on the tabletop, you flattened it to the cool surface for a moment before pointing a finger toward the creature and asking quietly, “Who…. What…. Mando?”

The creature was looking up at the Mandalorian with that same grin, his hands coming together in front of him almost like he was clapping before Mando picked him up softly and placed him on the table.

You watched with a sense of disbelief. You had known Mando for years, and knew he often relaxed around you, but nothing about him ever seemed soft.

Reaching into a pocket on his belt, he withdrew a small packet and took an equally small cookie out of it, handing it to the creature. It reached both hands out toward it eagerly, squealing in glee, and as soon as it got a grip on the snack, it made a sound of triumph, lowering it in front of it’s face before taking a bite. Although the snack was small, compared to the child it looked way too big in his hands.

Mando kept a hand resting on his thigh, the other on the table, fist clenching and unclenching in an almost nervous manner. He let out a sigh as he sat back in the chair, letting his head loll back just slightly against the back of it.

The Child walked across the tabletop towards you, cookie firmly in one hand, one three fingered hand outstretched and you held out a finger towards him. Only the tip of your finger fit in his tiny grip, but the wave of power and knowledge that washed over you was anything but tiny. It made you suck in a breath quickly, sitting back in the chair until your back met its hard stop, the same breath being knocked back out gently.

He gibbered quietly as he removed his hand from yours, sounding very animated, but talking about what, you had no idea. He took a few steps backwards, his head tilted to the side slightly in an almost Mandalorian-esque movement as he looked to his cookie, debating for just a second before breaking off a small piece - big for him - and offering it to you. Taking the few steps back toward you, he planted his feet firmly, holding out the crumb in one clawed hand proudly with a grin on his face.

“Thanks, kid,” you mumbled, doing your best to smile, however small it was, and taking the smallest piece of cookie you’d ever been offered.

The grin on his little green face grew impossibly larger and he gave another squeak before waddling over to the middle of the table, making an awkward half turn and plopping down about as gracefully as you had into your own chair. He focused on the cookie at that point, and you watched him before turning your gaze to the Mandalorian.

“Do I get an explanation?” Looking down to the crumb in your hand, you popped it into your mouth after a moment of consideration, then looked back to the Mandalorian.

Lifting his head back up to look at you, his hand on the table made a fist and held it. He lightly tapped a gloved knuckle on the table as he spoke, and you couldn’t remember a time you had ever seen him so nervous.

“He was a quarry.”

Your eyes widened, and he nodded.

“It’s a long story, but the gist is I took him in, then went back and rescued him, and we’ve been on the run since.”

“On the run? From who, Mando?” You leaned in just slightly.

You didn’t like this. The Mandalorian didn’t run from anyone. People ran from him.

“Imps.”

You sat back in your chair in shock.

“What…. What do Imps want with a child?”

He chuckled lightly. “Well, he may be a child but he’s fifty years old-”

“What?!” You look to the child and can only blink as he looks up at you and munches his cookie.

“-but that’s not the only…. Different…. Thing about him. He’s got…. Abilities.”

You reached out a finger and scratched the child’s green wrinkled forehead, earning a giggle.

“He’s special,” Mando added.

You smiled down at the tiny face as you smoothed the small whisps of white hair back from his face. “I can see that.” You held your hand on the back of his head and looked back to the Mandalorian. “He’s extremely powerful. I could feel it when he took my finger.”

Mando sat up abruptly, leaning toward you, elbow bracing on the table. “You…. You’re like him?”

You snorted. “Oh no. No, I'm nowhere near him.”

He seemed to deflate at that, beginning to lean back in the chair again.

“He’s much more powerful than I am.”

Mando froze, slowly sitting upright in his chair again and leveling the T of his visor on you.

“He’s my foundling. I’m tasked to return him to his people. The Jedi.”

“Good luck with that,” you mutter under your breath, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back in your chair.

He tilted his helmet at you in question and you sighed. “They were killed off years ago. Their temple was here but it was burned at the beginning of the Empire. It was a massacre.” You stared at the wall over his shoulder. “I was only a kid, maybe one or two, way too young to remember, but yet I remember seeing the smoke billowing into the sky.” You looked back to his face, noticing the slight tilt of his head as he listened. “It’s just a flash, really, barely even a memory. But I also remember just this overwhelming sense of…. Dread whenever I think about it.” You sit up straight again. “Not mine, though. I didn’t understand enough to feel that. No, whatever I felt was not my own.”

“Did any survive?” He asked hopefully, relaxing into his chair like you.

You cleared your throat, looking to the side towards the bar. “No. Not that I know of. Hey, are you hungry?” Looking back at them, Mando shook his head while the kid nodded his, making you chuckle. You pushed your chair back, cringing at the ugly sound it made against the floor. “There’s some soup on the stove I haven’t packaged up yet. That okay?” The kid was still nodding, and Mando looked at him with an amused head tilt.

You went behind the bar to dish up a small bowl for the child, looking over the counter and seeing his wide eyes watching everything you did with his full attention. Looking down into the steaming pot you cleared your throat again.

“I don’t know of any that survived, but….” You brought the bowl over and put it in front of the child, holding a spoon in your hand to keep him from eating it while it was still so hot, and he was not amused, trying to tug it from your hand. “….I have heard rumors of a new Jedi academy being started. I don’t know much, but, that’s where I would start.”

You looked at the Mandalorian while you spoke. His attention turned to the foundling, and he reached out, gently pulling on his arm. “Hey. Stop it,” he chided as the kid tried once again to yank the spoon from your hand.

Looking up at Mando like he had betrayed him, the child began to pout. His large green ears wiggled as he turned to look at you again, finding you stirring the soup with the spoon, taking a spoonful and blowing on it before eating it yourself. The child’s jaw dropped in shock and an indignant squeak came out of his chest.

“There. It’s cool enough now. Be patient, little one. I would never steal soup from someone who offered me such a gracious helping of cookie.”

He narrowed his large black eyes at you skeptically before accepting the spoon and slurping up bite after bite of the soup.

Mando chuckled softly at the interaction.

At that moment, someone stumbles into the front door, which you swear you locked.

“Mando, did you leave the front door unlocked when you came in?”

“I didn’t come in the front door.”

He turns his head to look over his shoulder at the spot you are, watching what looks like an extremely drunk patron come though. You recognized him from earlier in the evening, he had been a generous tipper.

“Can I help you? I’m sorry, we’re closed,” you try kindly but firmly, taking a step towards him.

The Mandalorian stood up slowly to be beside you and in front of the child. He didn’t make a move for his blaster, but you could see his hand twitching at his side as it itched to do just that.

You notice a faint beeping sound, and narrow your eyebrows, trying to remember where you’d heard that sound before.

The man reached into his pocket, standing up straight and seemingly stone cold sober as he withdrew the source of the sound, a red light flashing along in time with it.

A puck.

He was a bounty hunter.

You saw the Mandalorian begin to slowly reach for his weapon, freezing when the child peeked around his arm to see what was going on.

The other bounty hunter saw the child and barely began to reach for his gun before the Mandalorian had drawn and fired his own, dropping the man to the ground lifeless.

“I think you left something out,” you hissed at him.

“I told you we were running,” he said matter of factly.

“From the Empire! That’s not a stormtrooper, Mando!” You pointed at the corpse on your floor.

He holstered his gun and looked to the kid to make sure he was okay. Seemingly oblivious or at least unphased, the child was walking on the tabletop towards you with his empty bowl in his hands. He stopped at the edge of the table, head once again tilted in that way that looked like Mando, held the bowl up and sweetly said something that sounded suspiciously like ‘more?’

“No, you don’t need any more,” the Mandalorian said, going to take the bowl from the kid, but the little one twisted it away from his grip, what sounded like a scoff leaving his lips as he looked up at him. He squealed in protest briefly as you took the bowl from him, but stopped short when he saw you ladeling more soup at the stove. He looked up at the Mandalorian with a large grin before waddling back to where he had been seated before, waiting for his bowl.

You ignored the heavy stare of the visor as you moved, returning the bowl to the tiny green creature. Leaning toward him you said gently, “Let it cool, please.” He didn’t agree but he didn’t disagree, so you took that as an agreement.

“It’s fine, Mando. Let him eat. It will keep him occupied while you and I deal with the not a stormtrooper on my floor.” You quickly walked to the front and locked the doors back again, stepping over the body in the process.

“You’ve only known him five minutes, you have no idea how little time you just bought. He’s already eaten half of it.”

“There’s no way-” you walk back to the table only to see that he’s right. Eyes wide, you stare at the kid. “Where does it all go?” You mused quietly.

Shaking your head, you walk back over to the dead bounty hunter and grab under his arms, lifting him slightly before looking over to the Mandalorian. “You gonna help, sharpshooter?”

One quick glance back at the kid, and he walks over to take the lower half of the man in his arms. It’s awkward and heavy, but you can’t leave him there. As you pass by the kid, Mando stops abruptly, making you stop ungracefully, nearly tripping over your feet before righting yourself. Eyebrow raised, you glare at your friend.

“Don’t move. Don’t touch anything. Do not go get more soup.” He wags a finger in the child’s direction as he speaks, dropping one of the man’s legs to do so, which leaves you with an extra, awkward weight for a second, making you adjust your grip on his chest.

The man’s head lolls back as you do, and you shudder. “Don’t look at me like that,” you mumble to him.

“I don’t think he can hear you,” Mando adds dryly as he takes the leg back into his grip.

The kid just sits there slurping soup from his spoon, looking back and forth between you as you both speak.

Bumping into the door to the back room with your back, you grunt. “Couldn’t you have gone first? Don’t you have, like, some attachment on that helmet that helps you see walking backwards or something?”

“A mirror? No,” he snarked at you, “It’s not that high tech.”

You let out a snort of laughter and you continued to shuffle to the back door to the alley.

“Please tell me you at least locked this door back so I don’t have to do this again later with whoever else got in.”

“That’s not where I came in, either.”

You narrowed your eyebrows at him, stopping in your efforts to move the body, hoisting it higher after a second. “How…. Never mind. I don’t want to know. I’ll just never sleep again, easy solution,” you grumbled. “Like a kriffing shadow. Going in and out of places without using doors like normal human beings.”

He turned his head toward the door to scan for any heat signatures outside in the alley. “All clear. Dumpster?”

You nodded. “Dumpster.”

“Hang on.” Adjusting the legs once again, holding them awkwardly with one arm, the Mandalorian reached forward to take the man’s bag of credits off his belt, along with the puck which was still beeping. With a quick click he turned it off and stuffed it into his own belt beside the new bag of credits.

Looking back at you as he grabbed the legs correctly again, he shrugged.

“I’m not judging,” you said quickly, pulling your palms from the man’s chest briefly to hold them out to the side in surrender before gripping him tightly again. You let out a huff. “But I am sweating. Can we finish this, please?”

He nodded. “Coast is still clear.”

Slamming out the door first, he looked both ways before you followed him. “Thank you for going first,” you mumbled, grinning slightly.

He just grunted in response as you both shuffled to the dumpster. Tossing the body in with a thud, you had never been more grateful to be deep in the belly of this planet, a little hole in the wall tucked away from the main attractions. Not a soul to disturb down here.

Going back inside, the Mandalorian followed you, taking the bag of credits and emptying it into his own before tossing the other one. Taking out the puck he turned in a circle until the beeping became constant and looked up to see the child doing his best to lick the bowl completely dry of every drop of soup.

With a growl he dropped it on the ground and smashed it with his foot.

“You need to get out of here,” you said quickly. He turned to you. “If there’s one there’s most likely more. You’re not safe.”

You went to the computer to clock out, leaving a message for the kitchen crew that would come in to prep in a few hours. “There.”

Grabbing your jacket, you pulled it on and grabbed your keys. “Come with me to mine, I’ll pack a bag, then we can go.”

“Wait, what? We?” His body language was stiff and radiated confusion.

“Yeah. We. I’m coming with you.”

“No, you’re not,” he protested.

“Yes, I am.”

“It’s too dangerous.”

“It’s dangerous here!” You pointed over to where the body had been.

He looked where you were pointing with a sigh. He tilted his head at you, his weight shifted to one leg like when he had first come in here, thumbs tucked into his belt.

“It took both of us to take care of that idiot and the kid obviously adores me, so,” you continued, making him shake his head and let out a huff of laughter.

You smiled as you closed the few steps between you. You spoke softer now, the situation beginning to feel more delicate. “I can help the kid with his powers and help you find the right people to take him to. You know I’m right.”

“I know you have a point. I don’t know if you’re right.”

“Ouch.” You turned to the kid. “What do you say, kid? Should I come with you or stay?”

He held out the bowl and once again asked for more, making you laugh.

“If I can come with you, you can have all the soup you want.”

The child squeaked an ‘eh?’ and smiled broadly, lowering the bowl and walking towards you.

“Hey, that’s cheating,” Mando protested.

“But it worked,” you said, scooping the little green one into your arms for a quick squeeze before putting him back in the bag he had arrived here in.

Grabbing the bottle of liquor off the table you held onto it tightly, turning toward the door and mumbling, “And we’re going to need this.”

Turning back one last time, you closed the distance yet again, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. “It’s good to see you again, Mando.”

He went stiff just briefly before he returned the gesture, a warm gloved hand spread across your back.

You were about to pull away, but he held you there gently. Turning your face towards him where it rested on his shoulder, your nose brushed against his neck, and his grip grew tighter. Glancing up towards his face, all you could see before the helmet obstructed your view was a small sliver of skin that bobbed as he swallowed roughly.

“Din.” His voice was quiet through the modulator but loud in the space. “Call me Din.”

You turned your head up towards his face as you pulled away just enough to look his visor straight on, and he turned his gaze down to meet you with a slight playful tilt like before.

“I figure if we’re both gonna be fugitives together, you should at least know my name.”

“Din it is, then,” you said softly, smiling.

With a gentle nod, you pulled away slowly after a moment, turning towards the door with wide eyes as what just happened sunk in.

Xxx

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[justagalwhowrites]

Slow burn

For anyone reading "Beskar Doll" on AO3, there's been LOTS of build up. But on my end, they're well past the build up. Some of what's to come:

“What are you doing?” He asked, arms crossed, watching as you started pulling out the sleep mat and blankets. 

“Making up the bed?” You more asked than answered, looking at him over your shoulder. You looked genuinely puzzled. He took a step closer. 

“Is there something wrong with my bed?” He asked. You froze before turning slowly to look him in the eye. 

“It’s occupied,” you crossed your arms, chin defiantly raised. 

“Do you not want to be in my bed?” He asked, prowling closer. 

“I thought you’d want some space,” you replied, standing your ground as he grew ever closer to you. He came to a stop directly in front of you, so close that your body touched his when you breathed. He leaned in closer, all but forcing your back into the wall. 

“Does this seem like I want space.” 

“No,” you breathed, head leaning back as you looked up at him. 

“So answer the question, Doll,” he replied. “Do you not want to be in my bed.” 

“Din,” you breathed his name, your hips pressing against his. 

“Doll,” he raised his arm, caging you in with it. “Answer the question. Tell me you want to be in my bed.” 

“I want to be in your bed.” 

“Then get in my bed.” 

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[peterpparkrr]

Ch. 4: The Reunion

Series: The Darkest Hour

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!Reader

Summary: Mando gets a new bounty. He and Aurora are reunited. It goes just about exactly how you’d expect.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Brief descriptions of canon-typical violence

A/N: I’m officially moved into my new apartment! I still have a lot of unpacking to do lol but instead of doing that last night I watched the Met Gala livestream and wrote this instead ;)

previous chapter // next chapter

10 Years Later

“New bounty for you, Mando,” Greef Karga greeted Din. Completely forgoing any pleasantries. Which meant that this was a good one. Karga knew the best way to keep Din happy was to keep this conversation strictly professional. And Karga only bothered to try to keep Din in a good mood when there was a big job on the line.

Din nodded and sat down at the table while Karga took his seat across from him.

“What’ve you got?”

Karga grins at him like the lothcat that caught the canary. “Imperial defector. Huge bounty, too. The buyer wants you to bring the bounty directly to them. Alive.”

“How much?” Din asks.

“Eighty-five thousand credits,” Karga replies. “I saved this one just for you,” He tells Din with a meaningful look.

Din knows Karga wants him to be appreciative. To give some part of him to quell the guild leader's curiosity about the impressive Mandalorian he keeps on the payroll. But Din refuses. He has never given any part of his personality, his past, his anything to anyone. 

And he had never wanted to. Well, he hadn’t wanted to do that for someone in a long time. He had been a younger, and far more foolish man the last time he considered sharing himself with another person. 

It had been after Aurora, or whatever her real name was- is - that he had decided that there wasn’t a part of himself, any part of him, that he could give to another person. Din was a Mandalorian. Din was a bounty hunter. Those were the only things that anyone in this galaxy ever needed to know about him. And that wasn’t going to change any time soon.

Maker, Din hated that he still thought about her, even nearly ten years after he’d last seen her. She plagued his thoughts more than he cared to admit, he constantly wondered what had happened to her. If she was even still alive. He couldn’t imagine a world in which she had been killed, but the war didn’t seem to discriminate when it came to casualties. Entire planets had been destroyed in mere moments. Din hated to think that she might have been on one.

No. It was better not to think of her at all. To keep his mind focused on the things that he could control. On the things that he was good at.

“I’ll take it,” He tells Karga as he picks up the puck.

The bounty itself was straightforward enough. The puck led him to a remote planet. Din had given chase to the defector for a few days. Longer than he usually took, but by the end of the week his patience had paid off and he’d cornered the bounty. 

She had no choice but to go with him.

Varza Q’in did not come quietly. She screamed and cried, begged and bargained, dragging her feet the entire way into the carbon freezer. 

Din hadn’t even realized just how loud she had been until he settled into the pilot’s seat of the Razor Crest with a sigh and the ringing in his ears finally lulled. 

Desolate was one word that could be used to describe Jakku. 

Dump was the word that you wanted to use.

Though the term shithole also certainly held a certain appeal as well. 

It was a trash dump. Most of the planet was barren. But there was an outpost or two on every sector, thanks to the Galactic Civil War several Imperial and New Republic crash sites now littered the planet’s surface and had resulted in the planet’s only export, scavenged materials.

It was the perfect place to disappear to. 

Or at least the perfect place to lay low and maybe meet up with an old friend.

You checked your wristpiece as you saw the ship landing on the dune across from the watering hole.

If there was one thing you still remembered about the Mandalorian, it was his punctuality. Well, there was almost nothing that you had forgotten about Mando if you were being completely honest. Even ten years later you felt as if no time had passed as you saw the familiar beskar-clad figure making his way across the sand.

And he was carrying your present.

You grinned to yourself behind the fabric covering most of your face (there really is nothing worse than sandy nostrils) as you pushed yourself off of the stool you had taken residence on and began to make your way to meet him with a little more bounce in your step than you knew what to do with.

As you walked up you pushed your hood back and pulled the mask away from your mouth, letting it hang down around your neck.

“Mando,” you greet the man with a sharp nod as the corners of your mouth could help but quirk up at the familiar sight. The helmet kept his expressions hidden but based on the prolonged focus of the visor on your face you knew you were quite possibly the last person he’d expected to run into here.

You scoffed at his silence, “It’s nice to see you too,” you say after a pregnant pause, despite the years it had been since you’d seen him it felt like almost no time had passed at all as you almost reverted back to your younger self. But maybe your hopes had been set too high, or maybe he didn’t even remember-

“What are you doing here?” He asked quickly. You couldn’t read his tone (you never had been able, at least not most of the time).

“What am I doing here? This is my job, Mando. I’m here to collect,” You reply with a small smirk.

He doesn't say anything to that, only stares at you with that stupid beskar helmet tilted slightly.

“I told you that I’d find you if I needed to, and well…” You trail off with a sigh. “I need your help.”

“You’re still gonna get paid, Mando, if that’s what you’re worried about,” You add when he still hadn’t replied. “I didn’t think you cared about the money though,” You add with a slight lilt of surprise.

You hear a modulated huff from the Mandalorian which causes you to grin.

“Why are you here?” He asks again, this time throwing his helmet back slightly, referring to the desert waste of a planet you’re currently standing on.

You reply with your own sigh. 

“I already told you Mando, we’re here for a job.”

You have to assume that the facial expression underneath the helmet is not one of amusement at your antics. 

“Why am I here?” He tries.

“You always have so many questions,” You reply with a dismissive wave of your hand. “We can’t talk about it here, we’ll talk on the ship.”

“You have a ship?” He asks with surprise. 

“Do I have a ship?” You parrot back in disbelief.

“I’ve moved up in the world,” You quip back at him. “Seriously, Mando? It’s been years since we’ve seen each other, did you think I was just sitting in a Cantina on some outer rim planet sipping drinks and twiddling my thumbs for ten years?” You ask him indignantly.

“But no, we’re gonna talk on your ship,” You add as you start to lead in the way of the old clunker you watched him land.

Once your bounty is placed back in the holding racks and you’re seated on some sort of cargo box tethered down to the floor of his ship whilst he leans against another crate, facing you. 

“Ah,” You sigh as you lean back slightly, bracing yourself with your hands behind you. “I didn’t miss these awkward silences,” You tell him as you cross your legs underneath you to get comfortable.

“C’mon Mando, I’ll admit that I’ve missed you,” You tell him with a sardonic smile. “Did you miss me?” You ask as you raise your left eyebrow at him. 

“No.”

Your grin falls. 

Oh.

You clear your throat.

“Here’s the deal. I’ve been tracking a new extremist fringe organization,” You tell him, happy to change the subject to the answer he’s been looking for. 

“They’re calling themselves the First Order, but they’re really just what’s left of the Empire. At least, the most devout members. They’re still small, operating in very small sections of the mid rim, and relatively underground, but they’re recruiting. And they’re growing fast.”

You take a deep breath as you brace yourself.

“My father is part of it,” You tell him as you look down at your hands as they twist in your lap. “And we’re going to find him.”

“Well?” You ask hopefully.

“Where do we start?” Mando replies.

Your face breaks out into yet another grin. A little less hopeful than your previous expression. But much more determined.

“And I didn’t even have to mention the money,” You reply with a smirk. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

You like to imagine that Mando merely rolled his eyes at your comment. 

“The first step is to question the lovely little bounty that you brought me,” You tell him. “Thanks for not killing her, by the way.”

“And I really am good for the money. You delivered her to me, so I promise I’ll pay you,” You add.

“How about we worry about that after you question her,” He replies. 

You nod as your push yourself off the crate and make your way over to the cryo-freezer and storage space.

“So how long does it take to wake her up?” You ask as you look over the slab, wincing internally at the fact that the carbonite caught her mid-scream.

“She’ll wake up instantly, but then there’s the hibernation sickness after she’s been in the carbonite for this long. Mainly the blindness. Depends on the species but for a human, it’s about an hour before that symptom will wear off.  So she’ll be awake but she’ll be disoriented and panicked at first.”

“She was loud, when I caught her,” He comments as he sees you studying her face through the material.

“Damn. I guess she thought you might be taking her to one of the old Empire Generals, she was probably scared shitless,” You reply. “I’ll have to apologize to her,” You muse out loud.

“You’re going to apologize to your interrogation subject?” Mando asks.

“I don’t want to interrogate her, I just want to get some information from her. She’s more than happy to share any useful info for taking down the remains of the Empire, that’s how I heard about her in the first place,” You tell him.

“Why did you have me catch her then?” He asks.

“Well,” You reply. “I wasn’t sure if you’d come otherwise.”

Din’s helmet snaps up to your face when at your admission, and you can’t mask your expression in time, just offer him a sheepish shrug as you quirk the right side of your mouth up slightly in an embarrassed half-smile. 

“What have you been up to for the last decade anyways, Mando?” You ask, quickly changing the subject.

“Catching bounties,” He replies.

“That’s it?” You ask, mildly disappointed.

“What have you been doing?” He asks.

“Lots of stuff,” You tell him. “After I relocated I had to stay under the radar for a while but the work was still good, plenty of clients,”

“Eventually the jobs got big. Like really big. I started traveling around. Eventually, I got on the rebellion’s radar. Someone must have told them about me because they sent a spy out to try and recruit me. I didn’t take them up on it, but I offered them my services as some pro-bono work on the side.”

“So then why your father? Why now?” He asks.

“I met a lot of Empire defectors, helping the rebellion out, people like Varza when I was helping the rebels. People whose whole lives had been destroyed by the Empire. By men like my father,” You tell him, shaking your head slightly.

“I saw first hand the kind of destruction that they were wreaking on the galaxy. Alderaan? I realized I’d been going about it all wrong. Running from him? Playing cat-and-mouse while he was still destroying planets. I should have been tracking him. Finding him. Hunting him. When the Empire collapsed he lost his power, his resources, and I realized that now is my chance.”

“I want to kill him. I need to kill him. I need to stop him from hurting any more people,” You admit quietly as you glance up at Mando’s helmet.

You sigh before you add, “But I’m going to need your help.”

“I will help you,” Mando replies. “Of course, I’ll help you.”

“Well then let's wake her up,” You tell him as you glance over at the carbonite slab.

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[beskarinhyperspace]

Can’t Change My Mind  

A challenge you feel worthy of pursuing  

AO3 | Wattpad // MASTERLIST

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Din djarin x fem.reader

Summary: You already have a established romantic relationship with Djarin.   

Word Count:  1.6k 

A/N: This is pure smut, also my first here. Soo enjoy !

"You’re the one who told me I could go!” You say, not understanding why he’s mad.  

Looking at you to his left while passes you. “I swear, you’re gonna be the end of me. If I knew, I would’ve left earlier so you wouldn’t have been able to follow me.”  

“I thought we were a team!” Starting to be angry, staring with your eyebrows frowned.  

He stops in his movements, now looking at you. You always feel uneasy when he does that. Not really knowing what he’s thinking about or even what he’s going to do. 

“Cyare,  I can’t risk losing you again. Last time I swear, I..” He turns his gaze to the floor, lost for words as he revisits the last time you almost got killed. He got so angry, he shot both man on sight without blinking.   

Feeling a little guilty, you approach him slowly. “I’m sorry, I truly am.” Passing your fingers slowly on his chest you breathe in his neck. Talking gently and softly against his skin, “Is there a way I can redeem myself?” looking into his T visor with sultry eyes.  

His breathing stops as you can feel the tension rising in his chest. He tilts his head slightly to look at you. “Stop playing games. I’m not in the mood.” he says plainly.  

With an amused smile, your eyes going down to his chest. “Who says I'm playing?”  

He sighs as he moves away. “I'm going to get ready for sleep.. You should do the same, otherwise, you’ll be tired tomorrow when we arrive on coruscant.” On that, he climbs the ladder to inside cockpit.  

You left out a deep blow of air, pouting your lips out. Maybe I can convince him..  

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While he’s in the cockpit, you went into the fresher to take a quick shower. The soap getting thicker and creamier on your breast. And just like that you're turned on again. He can’t refuse me. I know he wants it just as badly as I do.  

Taking the towel to dry yourself up, you can hear him in the kitchen searching through the cabinets. A mischievous smile takes shape at the corner of your lips. Getting out quickly, you make sure not to make too much noise. Standing behind him, you press your chest against him. 

 “Are you naked?” He asks.  

“What if I am?” you respond with your playful voice.  

He turns around, “I told you to get ready for sleep. I’m still angry. You won’t change my mind. I'm not in the mood.” as he walks away to the fresher himself.  

You look at his back defeated throwing yourself in bed and landing on your back. You can hear the continuous water running in the background.  

Well, if it’s this way then..  

Passing your fingers lightly over the skin of your thighs. You close your eyes, feeling the need intensifying inside you. Passing them slowly on your hips and bellybutton, moving upwards. You caress the bottom of your breasts moving up the nipple which are already getting harder by touch and cold air coming from the ship. Your breathing stops ever so slightly, taking your other hand to pinch one of them.   

Your breathing starts to accelerate as you continue to take a hand upwards putting your index finger into your mouth, wetting it with your tongue going quickly downwards, you start to coat your clit with the slick of your fingers, turning them in circles over it.   

You’re so focused on your pleasure, you don’t even notice that the Mandalorian is out the fresher. Looking at you pleasuring yourself with one hand pinching your nipple and the other one moving on your clit.  

He stares without a noise, although seeing you whimper makes him growl, pressing a hand on his now harden cock.   

At the sound of him, you notice his presence opening your eyes to the ceiling as the room gets darker.  

Your blood starts to run cold, feeling you’re in trouble but he comes closer, hovering over you.  

“Playing without me cyar’ika?” He states starting to kiss your neck.  

Little whimpers are getting out of your chest, “I thought I couldn’t change your mind.”  

“I’m sorry cyare, I know I reacted a bit much. I just, I love you so much ner kar’ta.” Passing his tongue flat over your pulse point. “Let me make it up to you.”  

Moving slowly downwards he grabs one of your nipples with his mouth. Grunting low as he sucks and tries to put as much of it in his mouth. Grabbing and squeezing you other tit in the meantime.  

You can't help but push your chest forward, presenting yourself to him. The movement makes him feral. Taking both and squeezing them together. Passing his tongue over and over each of them. The lightning feeling rises in between your legs.   

He stops a moment, trying to catch his breath. “Omg cyare you’re so perfect. I'd eat these tits all..” Before humming while he goes back to suck on them one after the other. Switching between flickering and sucking them.  

“Urrgh maker, can I, can I feel you? Please I need to feel you baby.” begging you. 

“Yes, please, anything, anything you want.” You say voice breaking.  

Through the dark you can hear him let out a little chuckle. Letting your nipple slide out of his lips. He goes lower, leaving a trail of kisses on your body along the way. From under your breast, to your stomach, to your thigh.. You feel him take both of your legs, holding them up leaning down. Letting his tongue flat from your very rear, passing agonizing slow over your entrance and clit.   

You start to shake with anticipation as you feel the grin from his moustache over your skin.  

“You’re sounds are addicting love. Let me hear those moans while you say my name sweet girl.” Before going back to tease your entrance with his tongue.  

You can feel the burning in your stomach as he goes lower to press his tongue teasing over your asshole.   

“Djarin, please maker." You can’t control your breathing or your moans at this point.   

Which only encourages him to move it faster, altering between licking it with the tip of his tongue and spreading it flat over it.  

Your cries becomes louder and he can’t take it anymore. Pushing himself up spreading your knees. He takes a finger teasing your entrance.  

Feeling your juices on him, “Kriffing hell cyare, you’re so pretty, so perfect, so wet for me.” You can hear him touch himself with your wetness before passing the tip of his cock in between your folds. “Can you feel that baby? How hard you make me? How much control you have over me? Huh, can you feel that?” as he pushes the tip slowly in.   

Taking his time enjoying you, shaking under him. Moving closer to you, he anchors his arms on the sides of your head. Letting you adjust to his length and girth. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, I love you” as he goes down to your lips to kiss you gently. Pushing slowly in. You can feel the muscles of his chest and stomach contracting as he’s picking up the rhythm.  

You can’t stop the noise and words coming out of you. “I love you Djarin. You feel so good inside of me. You fill me up so well.”  

He kisses you stronger as he’s breathing harder, pushing his tongue deeper into your mouth. Tasting your sweet spit as he prepares himself for release.   

You cross your legs on his lower back, felling him hitting that good spot over and over again. He goes to put your right nipple in his mouth sucking on it and you can’t control it anymore, letting a whimpering cry.  

“That’s it, come for me cyare. Come for me, c’mon baby.” He says has his other hand grabs a hold of your hip.  

You can hear his noises of satisfaction as he hears you come undone for him. Releasing your breast moving to squeeze the other one as he thrust harder inside of you. He feels you tightening around him from the pleasure. He moves to grab both of your legs as he continues to pound into you. Letting out a full grunting scream out as comes inside you. Trying to calm himself down, he comes to lay on your side, putting his arms around you.  

“Maker, I love you so much. Please forgive me for earlier. I just want to keep you safe.” asking you in between breaths. 

You smile to him in the dark, placing a single kiss on his chin. “You’re already forgiven.”   

As you’re holding each other, you tell yourself that there’s nothing better in the galaxy than this right now. 

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