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Hello darling! I was reading through your fics and an idea popped into my mind. From your 1000 follower celebration prompt list, 1 and 17 with any au you think fits best with Din? I think this could be very beautiful ❤️

Lost Amongst the Stars

Din Djarin x plus size!Madalorian!reader

With all said and done, there was only one thing left for him to do, be honest.

Warnings: lots of mentions of pregnancy (Din wants kids bad 🥵), fluff, mention of injury, breaking the Mandalorian code involuntarily, talks of death, first kiss, implied smut

WC: 2.5k

A/N: f/c = favourite colour

A/N: I know You are my Sunshine isn’t a Star Wars song but I thought it would fit

Minors DNI

1: “God you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” 17: “I have always loved you.”

1000 Follower Celebration

Grogu wasn’t settling and Y/N couldn’t blame him. They had just barely escaped Tatooine with their lives intact and the child was finally reunited with his clan. All he wanted to do was see his father and mother (not that they were actually together) but with Din driving the Crest away from the inner planets and Y/N occupied with both nursing her wounds and comforting Grogu, he wasn’t getting the attention he wanted.

Y/N’s modulated sigh was barely heard over his fussing. She laid down the unused bandages beside her and rose to her feet, letting out a groan as her sore muscles stretched and strained under the familiar weight of her berserker. Grogu was so small in her arms as she picked him up from the base of the ladder he was trying to climb.

“I know ad'ika but he must fly the ship.” His little bottom lip turned out in the most adorable little pout, his big brown eyes shimmering with tears. She cooed and rocked back and forth with the child clinging to her f/c chest plate, a small hand reaching out to caress her covered face. 

She knew he was tired and cranky and probably just needed a good cuddle. Glancing up to make sure the cockpit door was still locked, Y/N looked back down at her child, who now had fat tears dripping down his tiny cheeks. “Alright alright but only for a little while.” Shifting him to her non-dominant arm, she was able to reach up and unbuckle the bindings on her helmet.

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Din sighed in relief as the last of the planets fell away into the blackness of space. Hopefully they would be safe for a while. He leaned back in the pilot’s chair, taking in a deep breath. He instinctively looked to his right, expecting to see her berserker in his peripheral vision in her usual spot behind him. 

His heart clenched at her absence, even if she was barely twenty feet away from him. She had constantly been by his side for years, helping him with bounties and jobs that got out of hand. She was a brilliant hunter and a kind soul, something he could not have ever imagined. Truthfully, it started off as him enjoying having another Mandalorian around after being alone for so long but it slowly shifted into something more.

He was able to keep it under wraps thankfully, but then the child came into their lives and all he could think about was that she would make an amazing mother, preferably to his children. Every time he closed his eyes, he thought about what she would look like beneath her f/c armour, what would her eyes look like under the double suns of Tatooine versus reflecting the glittering snows of Hoth? He knew she was beautiful, how could she not be? 

He’d seen glimpses of her curves when she removed part of her berserker to tend to an injury or to buff out a dent. But beyond that, she was a kind soul, always watching out for others before herself, finding beauty in things that he would have overlooked. She even picked up trinkets for every planet they visited, either to keep for herself or give to the child or him. Din always scoffed saying he didn’t need any of the useless items but always took them and stored them in a safe place under his cott. His personal favourite was the necklace charm that vaguely looked like his prized blaster.

He trusted her entirely and she trusted him, they had even exchanged names after a few months of travelling together. She had even turned away when he bore his face to Grogu to say goodbye. 

Rolling his neck, Din loosened up his muscles. Pulling off his leather gloves, he allowed his tanned skin to breathe. The clips on his boots came off easily and he placed his socked feet on the cool floor of the cockpit. It was a secret delight of his that he could walk around barefoot, it made him feel safe, that he trusted Y/N enough that he could shed some of his armour around her and not risk being attacked or have his credo broken.

After double checking that the Crest was on auto-pilot, Mando carefully unlocked the door, worried that both his companion and the child were asleep and he didn’t want to wake them. He slipped down the ladder, feet silent against the metal. Turning to face the hold, he froze, eyes wide in shock.

There she was, bare faced, looking down at the child who was slowly losing to his exhaustion. She was humming a lullaby he vaguely recalled from his own childhood, her unmodulated voice was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. Din quickly spun around, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to forget what he saw. But the image of her s/c skin lightly brushed with sweat as her h/c hair hung down over her perfectly chubby cheeks was too much. Her face was seared into his mind, never to leave.

But Din turned too quickly in his haste to avoid looking at the woman and the edge of his helmet caught the ladder, making the loudest clang he had heard in his life. His blood turned to ice as the reverberation died off and the hull was silent. He knew she had heard it, how could she not? He was dead.

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Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the child as he gazed up at her. It was not the first time she had removed her helmet for him but it was incredibly rare. Who knew what Din would say about her breaking the creed for the child? It was worth it though, to actually see Grogu clearly and not through the tinted view of her helm.

She adored the shade of green of his skin, how truly deep his brown eyes were. Without thinking, she swayed gently, slowly rocking him to sleep. Grogu chirped and snuggled even closer, resting his head on the bare skin of her neck, his little breaths causing goosebumps to appear. 

The song rumbled through her chest from some deep recesses of her mind.

“You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are grey

You’ll never know dear

How much I love you

Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

She hummed the tune, not recalling the rest of the words, as she hugged her boy closer, so thankful to have him back in her arms, back where he should be. Maybe this could make Din happy once more.

He had been so sad without the little womp rat making trouble everywhere. His silences, which usually brought her comfort, were now forced and tinged with sadness. She hated that, how he pushed her away and isolated himself in his grief. He became barbaric, so angry, a tightly wound ball of fury and despair that scared her sometimes. 

It had been so long since she heard his modulated chuckles or caught him doing anything other than cleaning and preparing his weapons for the next hunt. She missed who he was, the strong warrior with a heart of absolute gold. She couldn’t deny that there was a large part of her that she wished she could be enough for him, that her presence could pull him out of his funk, but she knew that she never could be his person. 

Y/N was stupidly head over heels for him.

She shook her head, trying not to think about the powerful jagyc who haunted her dreams and seemed to have barely any feelings of friendship towards her. Instead, she focused on Grogu, his eyes fluttering as he finally lost himself to sleep. “I love you” She whispered into his hair and then picked up her humming once more. Just as his little breaths evened out and she felt his muscles go lax against her, Clank! 

That wasn’t the ship falling apart or gunfire, it was the berserker of a Mandalorian coming into contact with metal. She knew because she had lost count of the times she slammed into the wall or a door jam on the Crest. Anxiety rushed through her veins, this couldn’t be happening.

“Din?” There was a pause. “Yeah.” Her heart was beating out of her chest. Her fingers dug into Grogu’s robes and her voice shook. “Did you see my face?” He didn’t answer and her eyes squeezed shut as she forced her tears not to fall. “T-tell me.” She was on the verge of crying, shame and embarrassment curled in her gut. “I did.”

Her creed was broken, truly. It could be forgiven that she had shown herself to the child since he had been adopted into their clan, but another person, another Mandalorian seeing her like this? It meant death. She could kill him to protect her honour but she loved him too much. A life without him would’ve been worse than death, and knowing that she was the one to do the deed, would’ve driven her to madness.

Or, he could kill her. 

With one last kiss to Grogu’s head, Y/N placed him in his little bed, making sure to seal the hatch up tightly so he couldn’t see what would happen next. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Din tense, the muscles in his back flexing like they did when he prepared for a fight. Taking in a deep breath, she wiped away her tears and spoke once more. “I’m not going to kill you, ner vod.”

She fully faced him now, slowly unbuckling the rest of her armour and laying it on the box she had been previously sitting on. “Why?” If she didn’t know any better, his voice sounded strained and full of emotion. “It was my fault so I should be punished, not you.” She felt lighter without the heavy metal covering her plump frame, she was naked without it, vulnerable.

“I don’t want to kill you, mesh’la.” His back was still turned to her and she took the time to take one last look at the man she loved more than anything. “Nor I you. I would rather die than cause you pain.” Her steps were silent as she approached him. Her hand trembled as she reached out, fingertips just grazing the back of his jumpsuit.

“Look at me Din, please.” She pleaded, fingers curling into the navy fabric. His shoulders slumped and he turned, the visor of his own helmet meeting her eyes. Even hunched over with his head bowed, he still seemed so large compared to her. Y/N’s palm cupped the cool metal where she knew his cheek would be. “It’s ok.” He shook his head, his own hands coming up to rest on her wide hips.

“How can you say that?” She chuckled tearfully, leaning her forehead against his own. “I’d rather it be you than anyone else in this universe. You always have been, and always will be my heart. I could never live without you.” His grip tightened on her hip bones. “And what makes you think I could survive without you?” “Because you’ll have our son.”

They stood there in silence, just holding each other, willing this to last for an eternity. “God you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Din whispered just loud enough for her to hear. “You are literally the first person to ever tell me that.” “It is true.” 

His hand moved from her hips to her jaw, his calloused thumb rubbing the apple of her cheek, completely hypnotised by the softness of her skin and the heat of her body. How warm could one person be? His heart ached with what had to be done. Din suddenly went stiff in her hold.

“Marry me.” “What?” Y/N’s eyes were wide with shock, had she heard him right? “If we are joined in riduurok, we can see each other’s faces.” She tried to pull away but he held fast, refusing to let her go. “I don’t want to marry you to save my own skin.” He shook his head firmly. “Y/N, I have always loved you. I’ve just been too much of a coward to tell you.”

“You love me? Really?” Din smiled behind his helmet. “How could I not?” Her bright grin almost made him stumble back with just how beautiful it was. “I love you.” She replied. He released her but didn’t step away, only reaching up to pull off the last piece of metal that separated the two of them. 

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as Din’s face was finally revealed to her. To say he was handsome would be the understatement of the millennium. His shaggy hair fell in front of his brown eyes that sparkled with hundreds of thoughts. His chilled jaw was covered in scruff leading to a small mustache that only enhanced his beauty. “You’re beautiful.” He flushed a deep pink at her confession and she chuckled at his bashfulness. 

She took his hands in her own, their fingers intertwining. “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.” There was no hesitation in her words, no second thoughts and Din couldn’t help but grin stupidly at her, with no fear of mockery. 

He squeezed her fingers and repeated the words. “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.” Din wasted no time, as soon as the last words were spoken, he grabbed the back of her neck so their lips could meet for their first ever kisses. Y/N’s knees wobbled as he pulled her into a tight embrace, her arms winding around his neck.

Fireworks seemed to explode around them as they moved in sync. Y/N tilted her head to deepen the kiss but instead bumped her riddur’s large nose. She laughed into his mouth. She felt him smile against her before he gripped her jaw to encourage her back into the kiss, tension palpable between them. 

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As the sweat cooled on their bodies, Din rested his head on Y/N’s bare chest, his arms wrapped firmly around her middle as she buried her fingers in his messy hair. There were still echoes of their lovemaking, the chorus of moans and grunts that had filled the small bedroom.

Perching his chin on her sternum, Din watched his riddur come down from her high, her eyes shut, lips parted with soft pants. Her skin was littered with hickies and bite marks, the same as his. “Sing for me, please.” Y/N lovingly stroked his head. “What would you like me to sing?” “Anything.” He settled back down on top of her, feeling the vibrations of her words through her chest, lulling him to sleep.

“You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are grey

You’ll never know dear

How much I love you

Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

Translations:

ad'ika - little one

jagyc - man/male

ner vod- my friend

mesh’la- beautiful

riddurok marriage

Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde - We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors.

riddur - husband/wife

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After Audio 3 - The Warrior and the Queen

This story came about after listening to a famous 26:16 minute audio. called Rescuing a Madalorian Mercenary, affectionately nicknamed audio 3, where Din narrates his rescue saga and hot moments between him and the character/narrator. I didn't follow the audio story to the letter, especially because I used my imagination to create the after-effect of my dreams. In fact, I recommend listening to it before reading.

Adult Language/Sexual/Adult Content

"If you want...

All right...

I guess a...

I guess a be here..."

You press the button and the cabin door closes. He takes a few steps towards the ship's control compartment and stands behind the seat with his hands on the backrest. Outside, that planet full of forests, rivers... And inside your cabin, an injured Mandalorian, who you helped heal and who just gave you two wonderful orgasms.

Still in disbelief and with his scent permeating your body, you sit and try to process everything that just happened. You weren't like that, giving yourself to a stranger, especially without being able to even see his face. What the hell did you have in your head?

But there's no point in complaining after everything that's happened, so you take a deep breath and begin the takeoff procedure. As the mercenary who arrested you destroyed your contact bracelet, you had to navigate only with the ship's data and in a normal way, without going through hyperspace, following the patrollers' protocol and returning as quickly as possible to the base. But first, he had to pass through Mandalore and leave the beskar man in his homeland, as agreed. He had even offered you some credits, but I'm glad you didn't accept. After everything that happened... you would feel like a mere paid slut. Calculations made, 6 long hours of travel. You activate the autopilot and imagine how you are going to spend all this time on this ship with him.

A shower, you think. The tension still in your body, the aroma of your sweat quickly goes down the shower drain. The quick jets that come from all sides of the body shower and warm water give you more relaxation for a few minutes. Just until he remembered why he had landed on that planet: refueling your ship's water and was almost killed because of it...but the man from Beskar saved you. Din Djarin was his name.

You dry off, apply your lotion, comb your hair and leave it down. He puts on his knee-length robe and when he comes out he finds it, leaning against the cabin door, which is in front of the bathroom compartment.

"Ah, I... I was going to warn you: we will have an average of another 6 hours of travel, because with my damaged equipment, I'm not authorized to go through hyperspace."

"Okay..." - He said

"And...if you want to take a shower...here are towels"

"Yes, of course. I do want to"

He has his helmet on, his chest is bare, his ribs are bandaged, he has thick black cotton pants and he has taken off his boots, leaving his feet bare. We took a step forward together and moved aside.

In the sleeping cabin, he had arranged all the pieces of armor, his weapons, his shirt and cape neatly folded on the chair where our bodies were so well intertwined just now. A shiver takes over just remembering how he took me so well, so intensely... I sigh and start to take off the sleeping bag that was in the compartment below the bed. I was already finishing packing everything when I heard the door open.

"Hey, I.. um... can you help me?"

There he is in front of the door with a towel wrapped around his waist and another around his head covering his face completely... his pants on his arm, the helmet in his right hand while he felt the void with his other hand in front of him. of the body. The dressing was intact as it was waterproof.

I couldn't resist and let out a low laugh

"Here, come.." already taking his hand and leading him to the edge of the bed. That scent...he had put on his lotion, for sure.

He taps his toe on the corner of the counter

"There!"

"Sorry! Sit down, that's it..." - I instructed him

Another laugh escapes unintentionally, this time a little louder.

"I know it seems funny to you, but I'm kind of suffocating here..."

Another laugh

"Sorry, it's just funny that a man this size has his head curled up like that, looking like an ear cleaner."

He also laughs

"It's difficult to put on the helmet when your hair is wet... I have to let it dry a little"

"So...- I said trying to hide the tension in my voice - I...I was thinking about getting some rest. There's a sleeping bag here, so make yourself comfortable in my bed. I'll turn off the light and you You can also rest while letting your hair dry"

"No! - He hurried - I mean, as for the light, I appreciate it and as for the sleeping bag, I'll stay in it, you can leave it."

"But you're hurt, man, you can't bring yourself to lie on the ground."

"I've already tried hard today, if you remember, and I'm still doing well. I'll stay there, I insist"

You blush when he mentions what you two had just now

You smile, take his hand and guide him to the sleeping bag on the side of the bed. The cabin is small and the space limits you to keeping it very close.

He faces and lowers himself, sitting on the soft padding. His hands go to the edge of the towel to open up a little space for breathing.

"If you could turn it off, I would appreciate it" He said with his voice muffled by the towel

You sit on the bed and press the button on the control on the wall next to you, leaving everything dark. Only one LED beam surrounds the entire floor of the cabin between the walls and the floor. It is activated as a safety feature when the lights dim, but you can control the intensity. You reduced it a little and made it lower. Even so, you still notice his silhouette sitting next to your bed. You notice when he takes off the towel and hears his relieved sigh. Imagine what that man's face would look like for the hundredth time

You lie on your side, still watching his silhouette drying his hair and leaving the towel aside. Hears a low sigh. He lifts his hands, places them on the back of his head and lies down.

He clears his throat, as if he wants to say something, but doesn't.

You breathe and close your eyes, trying to take your attention away from him. Your body shivers thinking about everything that happened between you in the last few hours. He freed you from the hands of that mercenary, you took him to his ship, as, in addition to being injured, his ship had been destroyed there in an apparent fight. Think about how you admired that beautiful body as he took off his armor piece by piece and let you help treat his rib wound, even though he was wrong at first. And when you talked, you laughed... and when the dressing was finished he said he imagined your lips on his face... from then on things took another turn. His boldness in putting you on his lap and circling his fingers around you so well, taking you to the stars so quickly. How wonderful it was to caress that huge cock in his hands, he asked you to please taste it, moaning between his teeth and saying how wonderful his mouth was. When you rode him, feeling him making space between your already so wet walls for him. How much you begged and begged to feel his mouth... so much until he gave in, asking you to close your eyes and took off his helmet, placing his lips and thirsty tongue in your mouth, on your neck, on your breasts... How delicious it was to feel his fingers on your clit again, to hear your moans mix with his as your walls squeezed him and you came together. All without being able to see his face, which you pantingly touched with your fingers and with your eyes closed... feeling the hot sweat that appeared on his face, his sparse beard, his lips, all in the same darkness that the two of you now found yourself in.

"I wanted to ask you something..."

He speaks, breaking the silence that reigned and you are scared among your recent memories that already caused a certain humidity in your core.

"Actually, that's what I should have asked you from the beginning..."

"Sure, ask?" His voice is low

"What is your name?"

You smile...

"My name is Régia"

"Régia...I've never heard that name. What does it mean?" He asks and you continue.

"Well, my parents told me that in the Milky Way there is a small blue planet called Earth. There is a flower that grows in the water and has that name... it also means Queen."

"Queen...- he repeats - very appropriate"

You smile and feel your face heat up at the compliment.

"And you, Din Djarin? What is the origin of your name?"

He breathes out a little and responds

"I don't know...I lost my parents early and was taken in by the Mandalorians. I was raised in the doctrine and... today I have my clan of two."

"Serious?" - You ask a little too quickly...he had someone! Crap!

"Yes, me and a foundling...his name is Grogu. A very special boy. It's just me and him...kind of like father and son...He made me rethink the life of a bounty hunter and want more peace of mind now that Mandalore is rebuilding." - He said between a short sigh

You sigh in relief...a foundling! She was not a wife but a kind of son. Single father...Mando was even more interesting than you had imagined.

"I understand..."

Despite the short time together, I realized how much apparent sweetness was hidden in the man inside that shiny armor. That she could be firm with her enemies, but relentlessly sweet with those who carefully undressed her. But all the intensity he dedicated to sex was more compatible with his status as a hunter.

"And you, the Ranger Queen who made me take off my helmet!" He laughed...

"As you can see - I continued - I am persistent in my goals and I generally get what I want" - he said in a proud tone

"Yeah, I realized...you know...I would also like to get something more today" - he spoke in a calm voice.

"What else do you want to achieve, Warrior?" He said, furrowing his eyebrows.

I noticed him raising his left hand to reach mine which was hovering off the bed.

"I can only say if you let me lie down next to you..."

My heart skipped a beat, my breathing became more rapid as I felt both the touch of your hand and your words. My core was already pulsing.

Me and that man, who has already given me such delightful moments, spend so many hours together without touching each other again? In fact, that was impossible to happen. He made it clear that he didn't want feelings, and he apologized if he had given that impression. I agreed, I left him calm about it. I was like that too, detached, I tried to have fun with whoever I wanted, but I had never given myself to someone like that... and now after being with him, something was bothering me inside and I didn't know what it was... .

"Come..." I said...there was no way to deny that man anything.

He gets up from the comforter and you hear a towel fall near the bed. When his body passed over mine, I felt his dick rubbing over my robe-clad thigh until he positioned himself on the right side of the bed. The space wasn't big, after all, it was for just one person, which made him squeeze between the wall and my body. I, dressed in the bathrobe, with my hair still a little damp, felt his hand moving a strand away from my neck. His nose brushed my hair and his mouth placed delicate, warm kisses on my neck. A shiver took over my body. He passed his left hand under my waist, bringing me closer to his naked body. His right hand came down on my belly, undoing the knot on my robe. The breath on my neck getting deeper and deeper.

"So fragrant...my flower...my Queen"

My chest burned, my core begged as I felt his cock grow beneath the thick fabric that still covered my ass.

Once the robe's knot was undone, his hand grabbed my breast willingly, but without hurting... I started to pull up the back of the robe to feel his dick in my ass. I really needed that man inside me again, urgently.

He turned my body forward to position himself on top, spreading my legs. His knees between them, a little of his weight on top of me, one hand placed on the side of my face, the other on the mattress... I caressed his muscular back and imagined if there was as much desire and lust written on his face as there was on his face. my.

"I have something in my head, a desire that is consuming me and that I can no longer wait to ask you?"

My heavy breathing and the desire that took over my body made my voice come out like a sigh...

"Ask, Warrior..."

The darkness prevents me from seeing your eyes, but I felt your breath on my face, warm and intense.

"Can I taste you? Please?"

"You can..." I replied with a smile on my face and the little air I still had in my lungs.

He then kissed me, a deep kiss, our tongues dancing in our mouths. Now with both hands on the mattress, he began to move down my body between kisses... on my chin, my neck, my breasts and my belly. He got off the bed, which was a little short for our bodies, knelt on the edge and ran his hands down the sides of my thighs, pulling me closer to him. He closed my legs and lifted them with his hands behind my knees, extending my ass upwards and there, with them closed tightly, he ran his tongue under my exposed entrance, very slowly.

My body rose instinctively, a burning in my stomach and my pulsing core asked for more as I brought my hands to my face. He opened my legs, squeezed them willingly and placed kisses on the inside of my thighs until he reached my entrance.

"Can I? Can I taste you? Please!" Your voice full of desire

My yes, it came out as a whisper as he opened me with his thick fingers and placed his tongue on my clitoris, circling it, then sucking it eagerly and going down to my entrance...

"What a sweet taste you have, my Queen" He spoke between the muffled sound of his mouth on me.

The feeling of that man between my legs, sucking me hard, rubbing the hair on his face against my pussy, was the most wonderful thing I could imagine. Already thirsty for more of him, I placed my hands on his damp hair, forcing him to go deeper, if that was possible. Without stopping sucking me he started filling me with his fingers. First one, then two entered and left me willingly. First straight, then in the shape of a hook, where it touched that special point. His tongue always working fiercely... did that man really exist? Already taken by the great treatment he gave me, my walls began to squeeze his fingers. It was my third orgasm of the day coming. While my body trembled he continued to penetrate me with force... he removed his fingers from me and now he dedicated himself to drinking all my pleasure.

As he went down and released his hair he gave small kisses on my mound

"So sweet, cumming in my mouth... Thank you my Queen."

But now I was the one who was thirsty to be satisfied more and more

"I want you inside me again..." - I said, already feeling my core pulsating again

"How do you wish me to enter you, Your Majesty?"

"From behind..." - he said in a hurry and with a smile full of mischief

I heard his satisfied laugh as I turned my back to him and got rid of the robe once and for all.

"I will be happy to satisfy you, my Queen!

I laid my head on the side of the mattress and pushed myself up as much as I could towards him. He positioned himself from behind, now on his knees on the bed, he held my ass tightly and I felt it rub against his cock, which was already wet and hard as a rock at my entrance. He rubbed it and slowly put his head in...

"Cum!" I panted as I felt him opening me up with that thick, perfect member...he panted with pleasure.

When he reached the bottom, he took off almost everything and started fucking me at a delicious pace. I helped him by opening up as much as possible and pushing myself against him while he growled between his teeth.

"Oh, how I wish I could see that, God!" He complained between moans

"Now you know how I feel...not being able to look into your eyes while you fuck me, Warrior" I said feeling vindicated.

He laughed between sighs, moans and swear words while I asked him to go harder, but deeper...

"Fuck! I can't take much more... so tight, my Queen... so perfect, so, so..." His words trailed off and began to give away his limit

"Then come for me, my Warrior... I'm yours" - I said, already feeling the climax would come for me too.

He began to penetrate me hard, the sound of our bodies colliding. I felt his dick grow as my walls squeezed him tightly... He cursed and moaned loudly. I sank my face and my nails into the mattress as I came and he grabbed my ass tighter...until the explosion of pleasure came for him as well, amidst loud moans...my legs felt weak.

We came down from that wonderful moment, breathless and satisfied with so much dedication. He suspended me next to his body. My back pressed against his chest, our sweat mixed, his two hands held me tightly just below my breasts while he placed kisses on the side of my head and my face.

"You are incredible, my Queen" - your heavy voice, that hoarse voice of yours that drove me crazy

"Thank you for this, my Warrior"

He pulled out of me carefully as he felt our liquid drain from inside me and honestly I was so full of pleasure that I didn't mind staying like that. We lay on our sides, still in the same position we were in, hugging each other. His hand still caressed the side of my body and went up to my hair, soaked with sweat, where he sighed, passing his face and small kisses... so affectionate!

I felt a wave of peace invade me... besides being fucked like crazy, I felt so protected with that man next to me... that little warning light started to go off in my head as I tried to think only about that moment

"Sleep, we still have a few hours" - He said softly.

Exhausted with pleasure, peace and trying to avoid the warnings, I laid my head on his arm and felt sleep come as I caressed him.

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I woke up to the system beeping, it would take about half an hour to reach our destination.

I stretched and realized he was still sleeping. I got up carefully, picked up the towels that were on the floor and went to the closet to get my uniform.

I took another quick shower and got dressed. Jumpsuit, boots, belt, I braided my long hair low and put it aside. I took my helmet with visor, but left it aside for now... I went to the control compartment, sat down and sighed... soon this incredible day would end.

Suddenly, I feel his hand caress my shoulder, with his orange finger glove and that smell that already seemed familiar to me. I turn my face and there he is, the man in beskar, all dressed, shiny and attired like the warrior he is...I couldn't help but sigh at that beautiful sight.

"I didn't mean to wake you, we're already there." -she said in a sigh.

"I was awake... just waiting for you to leave so I could turn on the light and get dressed..." a low laugh "And you, how beautiful in your uniform!"

A silly smile on my face conveyed my satisfaction with the compliment, but I thanked him anyway.

"What about the wound? I would dress it again." - I asked pointing to his rib.

"No, I'm fine. You know, my rescuer has magical hands. I've been able to prove that in many ways these last few hours..."

You blush again at the compliment

"And then you tell me about magic hands..." I thought.

We see Mandalore appearing small on the horizon in front of us.

"Well, get ready for landing..." - I said trying not to show the nervousness in my voice

"Okay, I'll let you know we're coming." He said, sending a signal that was promptly responded to.

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The atmosphere of Mandalore was thick, yet we passed through reasonably well. It was an interesting planet, with many crystal-like plains, rocks, and mountains. We spotted the base and prepared for landing near a gigantic opening in the middle of a mountain.

Passing by, I noticed the grandeur of the place that was being rebuilt. There were many years of legendary battles, which until then I had only read about in books. Now, everything was back on its feet.

We landed and at the base of the platform we could see a few more warriors positioned, all with similar armor with the Mythosaurus symbol, but none compared to Din's...he was unique.

We went down and right away I noticed a small green being running towards us.

"Grogu! How are you, boy?"

He was cute, with pointy ears, big expressive eyes, delicate hands and a small mouth that uttered words in some language I didn't know.

He looked at me curiously, as Din took my arm and introduced me to him.

"This is Quenn... Régia, my friend..."

"Hi! Nice to meet you, Grogu!" I said, fascinated with that little being

He smiled and jumped into my arms...despite the initial shock, he was captivating and charming!

Din took him from my arms and handed him to another Mandalorian carefully.

"See you soon, kid." - He said in a soft voice.

"Please..." - he said addressing the guard - "Refuel my guest's ship and prepare a room"

"No, no, I...I have to go..." I said promptly

Din turned around and despite not seeing his eyes, I felt a certain frustration.

"No, not at all! I have to repay you in some way, you helped me, healed me, brought me home... saved my life."

"Yes, but... everything is fine. It was a... pleasure... for me to help you." - I said, trying to convey all my gratitude for all the wonderful moments that man gave me in the last few hours.

"But I...I..." - He was reluctant

"It's okay, you saved me too, have you forgotten?" - My heart kept beating faster and faster.

"No..." - He said in a sigh

"Then we're even!" - I said, extending my hand...

He looked at her for a second and moved closer to me. He held onto my shoulders, his gloves sliding over my arms and then cupping my hands.

My entire body was shaking at that moment. That man had established a force over me that I was only now realizing the extent of.

The troops had already left and it was just the two of us on the platform contemplating that blue atmosphere of Mandalore... a farewell scene.

"Close your eyes..." - He spoke very quietly

"What did you say?" - I furrowed my eyebrows

"Close your eyes!" - He asked, now a little louder, but with softness in his voice.

I obeyed. A tightness took over my chest...he had already asked me this hours ago and I imagined what would happen next.

I heard the helmet's clasp open and the sound of beskar clinking on the ground. I felt his hands on my face and I instinctively placed mine on his cold iron chest.

His lips touched mine in a sweet, strong and tender way. I dropped my hands to his waist and felt the depth of his kiss invade my entire being.

He stopped and gave me another peck. I felt his hands leave my face, I let go of his waist, I felt him lower himself and I heard the helmet close again.

"I would give anything to see the color of your eyes, Warrior." -He said, opening my eyes and pulling me away with a shy smile.

"And I eagerly await your return, my Queen" - He said, placing his right arm in front of his chest, his fist closed and lowering his back in reverence to me.

I took a few more steps back, still staring at the man in the beskar, until I turned around and climbed the conveyor belt to the door of my ship.

Before it closed and I continued on my way, hoping to perhaps one day return to Mandalore, I heard him shout:

"They are brown!"

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I have a headcannon that in madalorian culture the first daughter has a name or middle name that’s basically Sa(insert letter)ine. This really has no evidence to it other than Satine and Sabine but I thinks it’s fun. 

Imagine Sabine having a daughter and naming her Saline!!! I find that so cute help-

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Pedro Pascal Characters Seeing Their New-born for the First Time – Preferences

Din Djarin

Din was thrilled from the moment you announced your pregnancy, he would sit down with Grogu explaining the responsibilities of a big brother.

When you give birth, he helps you. It was his fault that you were on a deserted planet after all. He feared the worst, but you were strong and so was your child.

When he first held his daughter, she was still covered in blood, but in his eyes, she was the definition of perfection.

Jack Daniels

This wasn’t the first time he was about to become a father, but this was the time he was super cautious. Making sure you were safe at every second, he doesn’t want to go through the same pain as before.

When you gave birth, he was on a mission. He was called by Ginger and he immediately dropped everything. But he was late.

By the time he arrived to the hospital, you were sleeping and so, he let you sleep while he walked over to the glass so he could see his child. And surely enough Jack found him. The only baby with just a last name, meaning you wanted to wait until he was there to name him.

He felt a tear fall from his eyes as he looked at him, he knew he would do anything to keep his family safe.

Marcus Moreno

It was a quiet night, everyone was sleeping when you woke up. Marcus didn’t even move an inch when you got out of bed. You were in desperate need to pee.

But on your way back to the bed, you felt a terrible pain.

Of course, when you woke Marcus up, he was running around like a chicken without a head, thank God for Missy who was able to help you out.

This wasn’t the first time Marcus her his own baby and standing there he wouldn’t want this to be the last either. He cried. Tears rolling down his face while he held his youngest daughter.

Of course, Missy took multiple pictures of him which she planned on blackmailing her father later on in his life.

Oberyn Martell

Childbirth was something he was used to. He had many daughters before you even came into the picture.

But this was the very first time he held a son and not a daughter. It felt special, and as much as he loved his daughters, his heart still felt a different way to see the youngest addition to his ever-growing family.

He swore his entire life to protect him as he would be his rightful heir. You even caught a glimpse of a tear running down his cheek before he whiped it.

Javier Pena

Panic wouldn’t even begin to describe what he went through that day. He thought he would rather go after another Escobar guy instead of going through this hell, and he didn’t even had to do anything. He held your hand and that’s all. You did all the work.

His mind often went to that dark place, that dark place which told him to just run, leave and never come back, but he stayed.

And that dark voice in the back of his head disappeared when he held his daughter for the first time. And how glad he was that he didn’t leave.

Tiny little girl with his eyes. Perfection. He just stood there, frozen as he looked at her. Not even giving her to the nurses when they asked.

Pero Tovar

After your third child you thought Pero would have enough. You thought he would have enough and not want more children. But you were wrong. Two girls and a boy weren’t enough. He wanted more. And you were happy to give him more.

Each birth was more terrifying to him than the last. He loved his children all the same and he just loved you a little more as he held his second son. Each time he was reminded just how amazing you were and it made his heart explode.

Him, a rough swordsman, such a soft and kind father and husband. He never saw himself in that position. As you finally fell asleep, he watched the kids, showing them his youngest, like the proud father he was.

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To Feel You || Din Djarin

Summary: It has been a long couple of weeks and Din is starting to loose it.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, fluffy smut, Din being a simp for the reader, unprotected sex, breeding kink, wrap it before you tap it!

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The past couple of weeks had been long and tiresome, what with collecting bounties, travelling from place to place and the Child; him needing constant care and watching over. Not that you minded, but this just meant that you and Din hadn’t had much time to yourselves.

Din had been working himself to the bone, he was stressed beyond imaginable, not that he every let it show; but you saw through it, you also saw something else that had been bugging him, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

Over that last couple of days, Din had become more and more physically affectionate with you. Pressing a hand to your lower back every time he passed you in the hallway, placing a large, calloused hand on your thigh when you’d sit next to him or brushing his hand against yours when you were walking around, searching for a bounty.

You could feel the pent up tension radiating off him, you felt it within you as well but there just wasn’t time for sex in your current situation. It was driving you both crazy; especially when each time you had a moment, a single moment alone together, you were always interrupted. 

Today had been all round horrible. The Child had been running rings around you and Din all day, you had been attacked and to cap it all off, the man who hired you to collect a bounty, had turned on you, refused to pay the fee and tried to kill you.

Sighing, you pottered around the kitchen, pulling out bits and pieces that you would need to wipe up some supper. As you reached into one of the top cupboards, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and a body pressed up against your own. Din’s chin rested on your shoulder as you lowered your arm, leaning back into his touch and placing a hand over his.

“Hey.” You mused, gently brushing your fingers over his hand and up his arm.

“Hi.” Din answered, nuzzling his face into the crook where your neck met your shoulder; his fingers brushing over the wedding ring on your left hand, smiling into your neck.

As you put a couple of things into the bowl you had just retrieved, you could feel Din press kisses to your neck, his scruff slightly tickling you as he kissed your your neck and onto your jaw.

You turned in his arms, brining your hands up to cup his checks and stroking your thumb across his check bones. Staring into his beep brown eyes, you smiled and lent up, pressing your lips against his soft ones.

Din groaned into the kiss, his hands moving from being wrapped around your waist, to pushing up the shirt that you were wearing, his hands were rough but gentle as they landed on your hips and he slowly drew circles on the skin of your hips.

Pushing your body closer to his, you ran your hand through his chocolate hair, gently tugging on it, gaining a satisfied moan from Din. His hands slid further up your shirt, laying on the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer and taking your bottom lip between his and gentle sucking; you moaned in response.

“Din, we can’t, the kid-” You started, pulling away a fraction of an inch, not wanting to move too far away.

“Is asleep.” Din answered, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke, he rested his forehead against your own, “Please, cyar’ika, I just need to feel you.” He whispered, looking into your eyes, pleading with you.

You knew that for Din, being physical with you was his way of expression, since he found it harder to express his emotions verbally. And this week had really taken it out of him; besides, you had missed him so much these passed few weeks.

Not uttering a word, you pressed your lips against his once again, one hand on the side of his neck and the other in his hair. Din pushed you against the counter top, pressing his body against yours, missing how you felt against him; he moaned; a sound that you loved.

“We have to be quiet, don’t want to wake him.” You gasped as Din placed his hands behind your thighs and lifted you onto the counter top, making a noise to show that he understood. He stood between your legs and pulled you closer to him by your waist so that you could wrap your legs around his waist.

Din tugged at the hem of your shirt, pulling away from his sightly, you removed the thin piece of material and chucked it away. Din looked at you with an expression of awe on his handsome face; his eyes scanning down your exposed chest, memorising everything about your figure. His hand running down your chest, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple; you ached your back in response.

“You are so beautiful.” He whispered, brown eyes flicking up to meet your own.

Smiling, you pressed a soft, gentle, warm kiss to his lips as you lifted the cotton shirt he was wearing. It came over his head and fell to the floor next to your own. His chest was broad, muscular and littered with scars; your hands ran down his chest, leaning forward you kissed a scar on his shoulder as he pressed his lips to your neck.

Din picked you up once more and set you gentle down on the ground, his lips finding yours in a heart beat. Gently pushing you up against a wall, one of his hands slid from your waist up to your breast, cupping it in his warm hand. Moaning quietly your hips moved against his, earning a low groan from him but you swallowed it as your lips moved against his. That was one of the things you loved about him, how vocal he was during sex; his way of telling you how much he loves you.

Swiping his tongue across you bottom lip, you happily opened your mouth to him, letting his tongue slide across your own. Din’s hands moved around your back and down to your arse, giving it a firm squeeze and pushing your hips onto his and grinding down on you, moaning again.

Dragging your finger nails gently down his chest as Din started to undo your trousers, sliding them down your legs and letting you step out of them. He looked down at you, mesmerised by your body. Pressing one last soft, sweet kiss to your lips, Din lifted you up and carried you over to your shared bunk.

Din gently set you down on the bed, his lips travelling to your neck and sucking softly and the sensitive skin, moaning quietly, you unbuttoned his trousers and let them slide down his legs. Laying back, Din climbed into bed with you, pressing a button behind him and hovering over you as the door to your bunk slid shut.

Your fingers were tangled in his hair as his lips reconnected with your own, his hand sliding down your body to your pussy and running his fingers over your folds. He moaned at your wetness, which only made you need him more than ever; Din slid two fingers into your pussy, his thumb brushing over your clit, pressing down on it gently.

“Din, please, I need you.” You moaned against his lips, kissing him and gently biting down on his lip, making him groan.

Din was more than happy to oblige, removing his hand from your dripping pussy, it came up to lace his fingers through yours, holding you hand above your head. Din lined the tip of his cock up with your entrance and at an agonising pace, slid into you; letting out a loud moan, to which you kissed him to silence him. 

He stayed in you for a bit, kissing you gently as his tongue explored your mouth; despite him knowing every crevice of your mouth, he never got tired of exploring it. Din pulled back until he was almost out of you before sliding back into you slowly, pushing his face into your neck.

You moaned softly as Din picked up a slow and steady pace, savouring everything about you. One of your hands in his hair, gently pulling while the other was placed on his back, finger nails softly digging into his skin.

Din’s thrusts into you picked up, slowly increasing his speed, moaning into your neck, leaving sloppy kisses there. His cock filled you up perfectly as he thrusted into you, moaning, you took his ear lobe between your teeth and gently pulled; Din let out a loud groan that was only slightly muffled by your neck.

“Din, we have to be quiet.” You panted, running a hand through his hair as he slid back into you.

“How can you expect me to be quiet when you are so beautiful beneath me and feel so good around my cock.” He groaned, moving his head up to kiss your lips hungrily. 

As Din began to thrust harder and faster into you, his moans and groans only got louder. As much as you loved to hear them, you didn’t want to wake the Child up; so you decided to take action.

“I want to ride you.” You whispered in his ear, letting your tongue run along the shell of his ear.

Din moaned again and nodded, pulling out of you slowly and sitting up, pulling you with him. You clambered onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist as you slowly sank down on his cock. Din placed his hands onto your hips to steady you. 

Slowly you started to move against him, arms wrapped around his neck and hands in his hair. Din moaned into your shoulder as you sank up and down on his cock.

Din started to thrust up into you to meet the rhythm of you hips, fingers digging into your hips. You head bowed as you moaned into his ear, his name spilling from your lips as he thrusted up into you.

Both of your hips sped up as you both savoured in the pleasure you giving to each other. Din’s thrusts sped up and became rougher and harder, only increasing the feeling of him inside you, meaning he was close to climax. 

“I want to see your eyes, cyar’ika.” He moaned into your ear; pulling your head back to face him, your eyes met as your hips moved in sync.

Your foreheads pressed against the others, you hands cupping either side of Din’s face, as his hands slid up your back and one of them disappeared into your hair. As Din thrusted harder into you, you could feel the familiar knot in your stomach tighten as your neared your climax.

“I want you to cum in me.” You moaned against his lips; this spired Din on drastically.

Din’s hips thrusted faster up into you as his lips met yours in a hungry frenzy. You felt Din’s cock twitch inside you, his hand slid in between your bodies and travelled down to your clit, rubbing small but hard circles onto it.

Sucking on his bottom lip, Din let out a loud moan which you caught in your mouth as he came hard, thrusting up into you even harder than before. Moaning you felt your walls clench around him as you came, his name falling from your lips like a mantra as you and Din rode out your highs together, hips still clashing together.

Din groaned once more before his hips slowed and his fingers slowly withdrawing from your pussy, unwillingly. You fell against his chest, face buried in his neck as you both caught your breath.   

Placing his hands on either side of your head, he lifted you face up to meet his, he pressed a soft, sweet, lingering kiss to your lips.

“I love you, so, so much.” He panted, wresting his forehead against yours, smiling up at you.

“I love you too, so, so much.” You smiled, nuzzling your nose against his.

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din thots/request idea i had today

you’ve been working with Din for a while, and you’ve grown quite fond of him and you suspect the mandalorian feels the same but you know he won’t make a move on you. He’s too stoic. Man of a few words. You’ve been dancing around each other, occasional touches, lingering gazes and all. You decide to take matters in your own hand because you’re a little brat, so you gradually do little mundane things to play with him, like being messier with your clothes, the strap on your tank tops falling down, no bra, etc. Mundane things that you know he’s gonna notice and drive him wild. One day you land on a little planet with lots of fresh water, so you decide to undress in front of him to bathe, making sure you look at him the whole time but making it very nonchalant and casual, keeping your usual cool and cold temper which drives him nuts

DO AS YOU PLEASE WITH MY THOTS ❤️‍🔥 im not a writer so I’m leaving these thots with you for a lil request idea🥺🥺🥺

Hun, I love this. I fell in love and ran away with this prompt and your ideas, I hope you like it <3

Are You Afraid?

Din Djarin x Female Reader

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Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) angsty Mando, arguing, dirty talk, light choking, some hair pulling, somewhat rough sex, vaginal sex (the helmet stays on oof), mentions of Grogu (we love and miss the baby), and I think that’s it lol ◆

A/N: I hate to jump on the “I hate Din’s new ship” bandwagon, but I hate Din’s new ship lmao. So, in here, we’re gonna pretend the Razor Crest is still around. This fic also takes place after The Mandalorian season 2 finale.

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At this point, you’ve lost track of how many fights the two of you have gotten in. And it wasn’t just an everyday occurrence, it happened multiple times a day. Whether it was over who ate the last granola bar, who was currently in the shower, or who was snoring too loud, the two of you always found something to argue about.

Part of you supposes it’s due to your close quarters. Since the child left you and Din had been on the ship alone, with only the two of you to keep each other company. And usually, spending time with Din wasn’t bad. You didn’t always fight like this; he’d become quite irritable since the child left, still in mourning and honestly angry at the world. It’s not like he was dead, but he was gone, he was definitely gone. Before he left, though, you and Din were quite fond of each other. It got to the point where you genuinely thought you were seconds away from forming a true relationship. But when the child left, and Din got the dark saber, everything changed. He became so much colder, so much harder and rougher around the edges.

This is what you’re thinking about as you lay on the sand, rubbing your toes into the soft yet gritty texture of it. The warmth radiating from both the ground and above felt nice, the tropical breeze blowing by allowing you to breathe. There’s a vast ocean sitting before you, covering most of the planet, actually, and is more a tinted turquoise than pure blue. Glee Anselm, a world you’d never be to before, but one Din has frequented in the past. Covered with mainly small and isolated islands, it was the perfect place for the two of you to rest and rinse off. The Crest’s water tank was out and well, actually, you’d rather not get into it. You’d already fought about it enough earlier.

While the planet is covered in a wide variety of terrain, Din made sure to find a beach when docking the ship. He found an island big enough for the Crest to land on while still being too small to inhabit much life. The color of the sand is almost white, the water clear enough to see through to the bottom before it gets too deep. Trees scatter the small piece of land, as well, some nearing the shoreline and others casting off to form a small grove. It’s warm too, the sun hot though not powerful enough to burn your skin. And as you’re taking in the refreshing scenery, you decide it’s finally time to hop in. With a quick glance back at Din, you call his name.

He’s further behind you, still near the Crest. He’s taking apart and cleaning his weapons, off in his own mess of a world. The Mandalorian looks up at you upon hearing his name, only slightly regretting telling you it.

“Yeah?”

You jerk your head back in the direction of the ocean. “Can I get in?”

He sighs, groaning slightly and shaking his head as he returns to his weapons. “I don’t care what you do.”

Okay, so he’s still annoyed. Great. And besides, it’s not like you were asking permission to go in the water, you just wanted to know if there’s anything dangerous you should look out for. He is more familiar with this planet than you are. But fine, you’ll just have to go it alone.

“Are you just gonna sit there?” you sneer, turning back and twisting your face up at him as you begin to undress.

“What? You think I’m gonna look?” he snaps back, visor still trained on the metal piece he’s cleaning in his hand.

“I don’t know,” you continue on, provoking him further without even realizing it.

“Go do whatever the hell it is you want to do.” He finally shouts, “Just make sure you do it away from me.”

You roll your eyes, turning back toward the ocean. What a fucking drama queen. Grogu leaving has really gotten to him. But just because he was dealing with his son’s absence didn’t mean he had to take it out on you.

With a few quick movements, you’re in your underclothes, deciding that you no longer care if Din sees. And while he’s hell bent on not seeing you, on focusing on his current task, your naked body walking into the waves is almost impossible to avoid. His blood boils inside, certain that you’re testing him. Din tosses the piece of metal down into the sand, leaning forward and placing a hand on his knee, leaning on his other forearm as he now blatantly watches you. He wants to test you back.

When you turn around it’s hard to hide your shocked gasp. Din’s gaze is intense and unwavering; he said he wouldn’t look, that he didn’t care what you did. So, why is he now deliberating watching you swim naked through the water now? Maybe you’ve finally done it, maybe you’ve finally pushed his last button. You’ve finally gone far enough to fully entice him.

Your eyes meet the black line of his visor as you decide to step out, the slightly transparent material separating the windows to his soul from the rest of the world. They don’t move, remaining steady and watching you closely. It’s the first time he’s seen you so exposed, the first time he’s seen you completely naked before him. And he inhales a tight breath, remaining stoic in his appearance but slowly crumbling to pieces on the inside. It’s been so long since Din has been with a woman but in all honestly, that’s not the only thing that gets him going. It’s you. It makes him angry as hell to admit it, but he fucking wants you.

“Like what you see?” you tease, raising a brow with a sly smirk. “Thought you said you weren’t gonna look.”

He scoffs, doing his best to appear uninterested. “Not much to look at.”

“Yeah, right.” You laugh, continuing to approach him. “Tell that to the tent in your pants.”

Din’s head snaps down, annoyance and embarrassment rushing through him as he too sees his very obvious boner. He slaps his hands down on his thighs, pushing up and rising quickly from his seat.

“You just won’t stop, will you?”

“Stop what?” you ask, eyebrow once again raised. “I can’t help how attractive I am.”

“No but you can certainly help how bratty you are.” He immediately spits out in return, taking a broad step toward you.

“Oh…”

“What?”

“So, you think I’m attractive?”

“Look,” he huffs out, now stepping directly into your space. “I don’t need your fucking shit, okay? You do this every goddamn day.”

“Me?! Our fights are not just my fault!” you throw your arm out, gesturing angrily at who knows what. And suddenly, you’re both very aware that you’re completely naked, your breasts swinging slightly from your forceful motion. And Din’s eyeline immediately meets their movement.

“Yeah,” you scoff, “Not much to look at, huh? Looks like you can’t keep from looking at me. Just because you don’t know how to make a move and actually fuck doesn’t mean you need to take it out on me.”

You’re both more than aware that some of your frustration has been sexual. It’s kind of hard to get off when your roommate is only a few feet away, and in the same room, nonetheless. And with the two of you constantly fighting, it’s not like having sex was really an option, either. And while the two of you certainly weren’t doing anything remotely related to sex, you were leading each other on, in a sense. You’d started walking around the Crest in nothing but a tank top and boy shorts, your bras and even panties at times no where to be seen. His gaze has lingered a few times, well, more than a few. He watches you move, he always does, eyeing your body and the curves you display more and more every day.

“You need to watch your mouth.” He grumbles, voice dangerously low yet booming through the air.

“Yeah? Or what? You’ll actually fucking do something?” you taunt in return. You’re just sick of this, of the back and forth you two constantly have. You’ve had enough.

“You know, Mando, you sure talk one hell of a game for being so fucking insecure on the inside.”

The way you flinch surprises you both, his movements so quick you barely register them. In a few short seconds, you’re being hauled to the side by your arm, his grip firm and bruising on your skin. He shoves you toward him, stepping to the side and forcing you face-first against the side of the Crest.

“Din!” you shout in shock, gasping when you feel his leather-covered palms land on your ass.

He presses himself against you from behind, the coolness of his Beskar sending shivers across your heated skin. You can feel him sloppily fumbling with his belt behind you, and you now find your breaths increasing.

“Din, what’re you –”

And then, he’s shoving his fingers into your hair and yanking your head back. He leans in, pressing his helmet against your cheek and whispering hoarsely into your ear.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” He all but taunts. “Tell me, fucking tell me.”

“Mm…” you whimper out, squirming beneath his body’s weight.

“Tell me you haven’t thought about this as much as I have, that you haven’t wanted this since the fucking day we met.”

He’s breathing heavily, cuirass rising and falling behind you. You’re speechless, because you do want this. You have thought about this just as much as him, and there’s no way you can deny it now. Upon your continued silence, Din then speaks.

“That’s what I fucking thought.” He seethes, shoving your head forward and letting go of your hair.

You gasp when he releases himself, immediately rubbing his smooth head over your skin. He’s red and pulsing, already leaking, his precum having pooled over his tip the moment he saw you naked.

“Din…”

Saying his name comes so easy to you, and you’ve always wondered why. Maybe it’s because you say it so frequently when you’re by yourself at night, even though those times are rare.

“Are you…” he begins, groaning out behind you as he feels his erection throb. “Are you afraid of me?”

You furrow your brows – he’s never asked you a question like that before. You don’t know how to feel about it and at first, you’re not sure how to answer. So when you do, you do so hesitantly.

“No…”

Without warning he thrusts inside you, the sting painful alongside his incredible girth. His pelvis presses against your ass, his left hand laying flat over the side of the Crest with his other hand on your hip. He shouldn’t like your cry as much as he does.

“Maybe you should be.” he murmurs, a certain grit to his voice as he pulses in you from behind.

“Din…” you whine out, the noise now loud.

“Does it hurt?” he’s answered with another small yet high sound. “Or do you want more?”

“Fuck,” you whisper, eyes pinching shut.

“Tell. Me.” He demands, body pressing even further against you.

“I want, I want more.”

Before you’re even ready he’s retracting himself, immediately plunging back inside. It’s hurried and forceful, your eyes rolling from the intense power behind his thrusts. You’re thankful no one else is around, because the sharp noise of your act radiates loudly, sure to cause attention if others were near.

“Fuck,” he grunts out, both hands now holding onto your hips.

His breaths have picked up significantly, and it’s so strange to see him like this, to feel him like this. Usually, you’re never able to tell when he’s flustered, he never lets anyone see him like that. But now, you see, you can see nearly everything.

You giggle, dropping your head forward between your arms. “You seem flustered.”

He rolls his eyes; of course you decide to sass him now. And he sees your smile widen when he twitches inside.

“Of course, I’m flustered,” he spits back, your bratty persona always an irritant to him. “I just put my cock inside you.”

“Hm…” you try to hum but it comes out as stuttered breaths due to his thrusts, clenching around him and interested to see how much he’ll put up with.

“Stop.” He seethes, head snapping up and hand reaching for the back of your neck. He feels an incredible urge of dominance overtake him, now that he’s inside you and finally claiming you as his. His. Something he’s waited so long for, too fucking long for.

Your jaw drops, lips curling into an open-mouthed smirk at his quickness. He’s never touched you here before, another check on the boxes he’s ticking off today.

“You like teasing, don’t you?” he asks, voice incredibly low as he tilts his head.

He huffs out, heavily shaking his head as he stares down at your naked form.

“The way you looked at me…” he groans out, “Walking up to me like that… acting like that.”

“Like what?” you breathily respond, your head tilting back.

“Like it was nothing.” He growls, continuing his fervent thrusts. “You have such a cold temper.”

You let out a laugh. “Oh, I have a temper?”

“Hm,” he grunts, suddenly snapping his hips into yours instead of answering you with words.

“Fuck!” you quietly seethe, fingers now clawing at the ship before you.

“Yeah…” he drawls out, the smirk evident in his tone. “I think you do. And it drives me fucking crazy sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” you challenge, sighing out a laugh, body buzzing with bliss.

He immediately leans in, his helmet just inches from your face as he growls out, “Always.”

“Din…” you moan, head dropping forward and resting on the metal wall.

Shivers of pleasure vibrate through your core as he continues to smack his pelvis against you, his muscles flexing as he moves his body behind yours. His armor rubs along your skin, slightly pinching in some areas as pieces of Beskar occasionally cling against the adornments closest to it.

You’re trembling, and he can feel it, chuckling out when he kicks your feet apart and hears you cry out in response. He’s so much deeper now, his hands forcing you back to meet every one of his thrusts.

“Maker,” he hisses out, throwing his head back. “You’re so fucking tight.”

The hand he uses to shoot his gun, the hand he uses to throw daggers into his enemy’s hearts, the one that touches himself at night to the thought of you, slides up your side. It’s a motion that makes you sigh, this particular experience with him truly the thrill of a lifetime. He finds your right breast, immediately cupping and squeezing you in hand.

“Oh,”

The muscles along his shoulders and arms flex with excitement, his hips continuing to move, forcing his cock inside you at an increasingly rapid pace. He weighs your breast in his hand, eyes rolling back at your soft, plump curves. It’s a quick suck of air, the sudden sound he makes, his body trembling slightly due to not feeling another’s warmth in so long.

“You like this?” he then asks, his voice low and gravely before you. “Have you thought about this?”

“Mm…” you whine, inhaling a breath in an attempt to steady yourself. You release it quickly, nodding your head. “Mhm, yes. Yes…”

“You feel warm…” he groans, feeling his precum leak into your core. “You feel tight… are you nervous?”

“Yes,”

“Why?” he asks, picking up his pace. “Isn’t this what you want?”

You nod, but he shakes his head.

“Tell me.” He demands, more than aware of the game he’s playing. “I want to hear it.”

“Fuck, Din.”

“I said tell me.” He says again, angling his hips so he hits that spot just right. “You were big talk a few minutes ago. You need to learn how to respond.”

Din moves his head down closer to yours, his metal cheek resting against your naked one. He moves just below your ear, body almost curling into you, over you.

“Yes, yes I –”

Your head falls back on his shoulder, feeling your eyes roll back. You’re fluttering uncontrollably around him, feeling him take you so roughly and forcefully making your body shiver with pleasure. It’s sturdy and firm, the press of his physique against you. He’s so broad it drives you fucking mad, makes you feel wild and makes the place between your thighs ache. And your gasps and sighs increase the more he moves, his slow grabs turning into desperate paws. The drag of his member along your walls is debilitatingly pleasurable, so much so that you’re almost unable to hold yourself up.

“I love how strong you are,” you suddenly admit, heart beating at the thought of how things used to be, of how you wished you could’ve done this then. “How skilled you are.”

“I feel the same,” he instantly returns, making your heart flutter inside. “I like how you fight, fuck, you’re so fucking sexy when you fight.”

“Din…”

“Ner kih verd.” He says, the words coming out naturally, the nickname one you’re both used to.

“What, what does that…”

“My little warrior,” he grits out, unable to hold it back any longer.

Your heart beats with affection; you’d never known the meaning of that nickname. Suddenly, you hear him gasp out behind you, the high noise displaying his frustration.

“Ugh…uh…” he groans out, a multitude of expressions crossing his face as he continues sliding himself inside.

“What? What, baby?”

It feels incredibly odd to call him that while you’re practically fucking your frustrations out on one another. But what he says next is astonishing.

“I love you,” he grunts out. “I always fucking have. Always have.”

He continues hammering himself into you, fingers digging into your sides as his muscles exert themselves to the fullest extent. Incredible waves of pleasure continue to fill your being, walls throbbing around him and sucking him in deeper with every thrust. And behind the cover of his eyes Din watches you, wondering how you’re feeling inside. No matter how bratty you are, no matter how much you fight, he’ll always care about you. And besides, he knows you’re only acting like this to spur him on.

“F – fuck, Din! Oh my g – god,”

He’s grunting behind you, an animalistic sound you’ve never heard from this man. There’s been so much tension between the two of you, so much sexual frustration and genuine annoyance, it lights his body on fire, sending a wave of adrenaline through his limbs. And it feels amazing, unlike anything he’s ever felt before. He’s never had a relationship like this, one full of tension and angst that ends up with him inside the other. The only thing he thinks this comes close to is when he kills; he feels so powerful when he hunts, feels strong and skilled and dominant. And that’s how you make him feel, too.

“D – Din,” you choke out, the feeling of him repeatedly plunging inside almost too much. “I - I love you t-too. Fuck, I really do. I’ve always cared about you.”

“Maker,” he quietly grunts out, head swimming with overwhelming thoughts. “You feel fucking amazing.”

Your jaw drops, a smirk forming on your still-parted lips. He feels even better than you imagined he would be, his tip repeatedly punching against your most sensitive spot. All you had to do to see Din’s power and strength was see him walk down the street. The Mandalorian always came off menacing yet collected, sturdy yet quick. You’d wondered from the first moment you set eyes on him how it would feel to have him inside and exert every single muscle while fucking you.

“Oh… fuck. Yes, Din, yes. Please, please don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop, not until I’m done with you.” he grunts out. “Not until I’ve had my fill. Understand?”

To both his surprise and yours, you comply. “Yes, yes Din.”

“Look at you,” he responds, a taunting tone to his voice. “Being good for once. How does that feel?”

He throbs inside you, feeling the pulsation of your walls around him, guiding him in and doing your best to keep him there. You’re so warm and soft and inviting, something he hasn’t felt in years. Like even after he cums he knows he’ll want to stay inside you, to claim your body and declare it as his. He’s waited too long to do this.

“It feels good, s – so good, baby.” There’s that name again.

He almost can’t speak, his breaths so rough and forced. The feeling of his cock dragging along your walls satisfying the deepest parts of him. It’s incredibly fulfilling, finally taking you like this.

“Have you ever gotten it rough before, pretty girl?”

Din has never called you that before, and it makes you moan out his name. He’s growling in your ear as his hips continue to slap against your ass, as he continues to fill you with himself. You try to move back against him in time with his thrusts, but the weight of his body is too much. He has full control over you.

“Not…” you breathe out. “Not like this, holy fuck. Din, Din, you’re so deep.”

“Want it as deep as I can get.”

His muscles tense, twitching from the incredible exertion of his current act. Seeing you writhe beneath him makes his mind spin, makes him want even more.

You’re trying to think, you really are, but you honestly feel drunk. You’ve never been fucked like this in your entire life, never been fucked so roughly, never been manhandled so easily. Usually, you’re defiant towards everyone, but with Din, maybe you’re finally starting to let him back in.

“Ner nehutyc dala,” he grits out, punched out groans emanating from his throat. He can already feel his thrust beginning to falter, can already feel himself getting close. “My feisty girl.”

“You – yours?” you stutter out, body rocking from the force of his.

“Don’t you fucking get it?” he growls, hand returning to your hair and pulling your head back while he leans forward once again.

The edge of his helmet presses against your cheek, his low grunts and groans echoing in your ear. He’s pounding into you, pulsing with each forceful shove and loving every fucking minute of it.

“You’re mine, you pretty fucking thing. Mine.”

Something about the words makes your eyes roll back, an incredible satisfaction washing over you. Yes, yes, this is what you want. This is what you’ve wanted for so long.

“Shit,” he spits out, “I’m gonna cum, Maker, where do you want me? Huh? You want me inside?”

You nod hurriedly, pressing your forehead against the cool wall of the Crest. “Yes, yes Din. Please!”

He rubs firmly against you, grinding into you deep as he immediately spills inside. His hips jerk lightly, small gasps choking out through hoarse moans. His forehead then rests on your shoulder, his chest expanding with each deep breath of air.

In mere seconds, you feel it, Din’s hot cum flooding through you. You would’ve never imagined your first time together to be like this, would’ve never expected it to be so frustratingly rough. But honestly, you needed it, you both did. And something about the interaction makes the two of you feel some kind of connection, something even deeper than before. Something that started with anger now gifting the two of you with a promise for the future.

You think back to what Din said, or rather what he asked. You really aren’t afraid of him. He could be scary, sure, a terrifying hunter almost constantly stalking his prey, but you never felt that way. And especially not right now. The Mandalorian was the most menacing man you’d ever met; you’ve seen him kill in cold blood. But even when you were distant, you both knew betrayal was never on the other’s mind. You could still depend on each other even when faced with danger. There’s honestly nothing scarier than Din in this world, and when you’re friends with the predator… what do you have to be afraid of?

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Even The Best of Us

Anakin Skywalker x reader

Synopsis; Years after the fall of the republic, and even years after the fall of the empire, your feellings for Anakin still cloud your mind.

This one shot takes place during The Mandalorian chapter 13... So Mandalorian season 2 spoilers :)

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You sat down next to Ahsoka, your feet deeply sunk into the dirt and leaves that covered the forest planet you were staying on. You clenched the cup of broth you were drinking as a certain date popped back into your mind. The pain of the events so traumatizing you could barely get them out of your mind.

"Obi-Wan no!" You cried out as you clenched to his arm that was blocking you from Anakin, his strong arms not letting you out of his grip.

"Y/n, you don’t understand." His stern voice made you cry even more as you watched the love of your life, limbless trying to ramp up to you.

"It’s not him speaking Obi-Wan and you know this!" You cried out as it became harder to breathe. “We both know he’s better than this-”

"Come with me." He grabbed you, having to use the force to carry you in his tight arms. You were too weak to think, your reflexes failing you as he dragged you on the dark sand of Mustafar - your current ill state not helping the way seeing Anakin turn to the dark make you feel.

A single tear rolled down your cheek as you thought back to that moment. The moment you had forever lost yourself. That moment where lies had clouded Anakin’s mind, Palpatine telling him that you were dead, and Anakin being able to die in peace when Luke (the son of Obi-Wan) had told him you were still alive.

Years later you sat there on a dark planet, the news of the fall of Vader sending even more pain to you like this time nothing could bring him back to you.

"Y/n?" Luke Kenobi (Omg that sounds so good im crying bye) came to you as you were helping some rebels unpack.

"Yes?" You turned to the boy.

"I- um-"

"I felt it." You took the words off his mouth. "He's gone." You ignored eye contact with the boy as you searched around for somewhere to bring your eyes.

"But he- He came back." Luke tried to explain and your brows knitted in confusion. "The Jedi in him... The Anakin you knew! He came back right before he- passed away..." You smiled at the boy's words. "He um- I told him you were still alive... He told me to tell you he still loved you and wished you the best- And to give you this." Luke fished around his pocket and handed to you a little piece of old jewelry, one that looked identical to the one you were loosely wearing around your neck. "Said he'd never taken it off-"

You felt the tears rise as you looked at the object in the boy's hand. The piece that fitted with your necklace looking as Anakin had just made it.

"Are you alright?" Ahsoka asked you bringing you back to reality.

"Yeah..." you quickly wiped the tear away and replaced it with a small sad smile. "Just-"

"Thinking about him again?" She wondered and you nodded your head looking away. She sighed before patting your shoulder.

"When was the last time you saw him?" She questioned and you felt a long tear slip down your cheek.

"The force is failing me Ahsoka-" You choked on your words. "I can move things around but it's getting harder to communicate."

"Your emotions are getting in the way-" Her words were cut when she suddenly felt a shift in the air as though someone was approaching.

"You feel that?" She questioned and you took a look around before quickly standing up and kicking leaves and dirt in the fire before walking deeper into the forest.

"The coordinates point to here..." a deep male voice rang through the air as a small beeping sign approached and stopped when he made a stop. "Wait here." He dropped a small green friend that looked an awful lot like your late Master Yoda on a high rock before taking a look around him, scanning the area with his helmet covered eyes. The Beskar armor shinning in both your eyes, Ahsoka attacked first from the back and you took the front once he had turned around.

A few good coordinated attacks later and the Mandalorian placed his arm up to make you stop.

"Stop I have to talk to you! Bo-Katen sent me." He shielded his body with his arms so neither of you would attack again. "Ahsoka Tano and Y/n Sky-"

"I hope it’s about him." You cut him off not able to hear that name on someone else’s lips nudging your head towards the green baby that was squeaking towards you, tilting his head with his large green ears to take a better look at you.

~

"What’s your name?" You questioned the small friend using the force, a small smile dancing on your lips at the sight of a familiar creature.

"Grogu" The child answered and you respectfully nodded your head as you felt his voice bounce in your head.

"Nice to meet you Grogu." You slightly bowed. "I am Y/n Skywalker" the voice that echoed through the force felt twisted in agony and sadness as your last name slipped away from your mind and into the child’s and Ahsoka’s minds.

"And I’m Ahsoka Tano." She smiled and you fell into a peaceful conversation with the child as you learned his origins and story, you and Ahsoka having the same feelings about The Mandalorian's request to train him.

~

The next day you found yourself standing with Ahsoka, in front of the child, waiting for a sign of the force from him.

“You come here.” You nodded towards the Mandalorian who didn’t understand what you meant and called for the child to come towards you. “No, you. We want to see if he will listen to you.” You and Ahsoka chuckled at the clueless Mandalorian who awkwardly laughed and came where you were to stand in front of him.

“Now ask him to use the force,” Ahsoka told the Mandalorian and he awkwardly looked at the two of you before turning towards his green friend.

“Alright kid.”

“Grogu.” You both corrected and he sighed before turning his stare back to the green friend.

“Alright Grogu, c’mon.” He pointed the rock towards him and nothing happened. “This is useless.” The Mandalorian threw the rock on the floor in defeat.

“Try again. Try to connect with him.” You nudged your head for him to try again.

“Alright.” He sighed before an idea came to his mind. He unpocketed a small round object. “You like this one don’t you.” he pointed it towards Grogu. “Here, C’mon. Take it.”

And like magic The Child raised his little three-fingered hand and used the force to take it, the Mandalorian clapping his hands in pride.

“We will not train him,” Ahsoka answered and your face fell at her words.

“What?” The Mandalorian replied shocked by her comment.

“His attachment to you makes him vulnerable to his fears. His anger. I’ve seen what such feelings can do to a fully trained Jedi Knight. To the best of us.” Ahsoka replied and you balled your fist at her comment.

“Didn’t do anything to me.” You grumbled and looked away, a breeze of wind moving your hair and not helping the tears about to form in your eyes. “He could make an amazing Jedi!”

“The Jedi order is gone Y/n!”

“There are still possibilities!” you defended. “The Kenobi kid- Lu-”

“Luke doesn’t plan on doing anything yet. Even if he does, you know what attachment can do to the Jedi.”

“Ahsoka don’t go there- He’s defenseless! He’s just a kid!” You pointed to Gorgu who was watching the scene enroll with large eyes.

“And what was he when you first met him! Before I was even a Jedi-”

“Just a kid...”

“Exactly Y/n-” She turned her stern stare back to The Mandalorian. “As I was saying... We can’t train him...”

~

A few hours passed and you had returned successfully from your mission with the Mandalorian and Ahsoka. Finally freeing the planet you now called home from the Governess.

The cold air of the night hadn’t seemed to bother you as you walked into the night, reaching Mando’s ship in order to guide him one last time.

“What were you two talking about? You seem upset ever since-” Mando couldn’t help the curiousness that ate him alive. “I just want what’s best for the kid- And I mean if training him-” You smiled at the end of his sentence and replied before he even finished.

“A Jedi called Anakin Skywalker.”

“Skywalker? Like you?”

“hmm” You nodded your head. “You see the Jedi aren't supposed to get attached. Attachment can cause them anger and pain...” You looked at the floor as you tried to find the words you were looking for, the pain in your chest ever since he had left you still present and making it harder to use the force. “We got attached- Anakin was the love of my life...” You let your words linger on. “And then one day he had this dream... That I would die in an absurd way-” You smiled at the memory. “The problem was, Anakin was the best Jedi of all- The chosen one. The one that would bring balance back to the force.” You paused to stare at The Child who was looking at you with his large eyes. “So the emperor wanted him.”

“Palpatine? The one running the ex-empire? With Darth Vader?” He questioned the last two words echoing in your mind making you flinch.

“Hmm yes, Palpatine...” You could barely speak his name as you grabbed onto your words. “Anakin and I got married in secret, but then after that, he got that dream about me dying- and well he said he would do anything to protect me... And I got really sick once.” You felt the tears strike down your cheeks. “He thought I was going to die.” You trailed to your words. “Palpatine managed to convince him that if he joined the dark side of the force he could heal me, so he did.” You wiped your eyes. “Obi-Wan and I tried to stop him... Ahsoka had left the Jedi council at this point.” You sniffed. “We failed... We left him to die on Mustafar but he got picked up by the Empire- That’s when the republic fell, and Anakin became Vader.” You kicked a rock and looked at the sky. “It’s all because of him and I-”

“I don’t think it’s your fault...” Mando replied after a few minutes of silence. “I think that you would have never known your love for someone could cause such pain... I guess...” He tried to cheer you up and stared at the child as his own feelings for him rose up in his mind.

“He loves you too much." You added seeing the way Mando looked at him. "Now you can see why it’s dangerous for him to be trained.”

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Don’t Move - Pt. 4

Warning: Smut, breeding kink, smut, excessive smut, 18+, swearing

Fem!reader

Requested - Yes - Yeah hi, huge fan of Don’t Move... I wanted to ask if you could do a part 4 where Din actually breeds the reader cause I mean... you can’t just tease us with the breeding kink and then leave it at that I mean COME ON

Pt. 3

Pt. 5

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Sitting in the cargo hold at the table, cleaning your blaster, you begin thinking about when Din asked you to have your contraceptive implant removed. He never pressured you into it, but it still made you nervous…and excited. It’s been a week and a half since the two of you had sex. When you were walking back to the ship, Greef Karga approached you with an important bounty that needed to be caught immediately. The bounty was robbing and killing people, while you could wait to turn him in, the important part was getting him off the street. You and Mando left as soon as you returned to the ship. The bounty put up one hell of a fight, and you injured your arm. Thanks to bacta creams, your shoulder healed within the day, but Din still wanted you to heal so he hadn't touched you since.

Finishing your gun, you put it away and walk back to the table to clean it off. You’re so focused on the mundane task you don’t realize Din is walking up behind you until his arms wrap around your shoulder and his lips attach to your neck. Biting your lip, you tilt your head to the side so he has easier access. One of his hands cups your breast while the other works its way under your tank top.

“Remember what I said to you on our wedding night?” He asks splaying his hand out on your lower belly.

“Not really, maybe you can jog my memory,” you respond placing your hands on his arms, then moving them back to his torso, suddenly very aware of the fact that he’s naked.

“I asked if I could breed you,” he grinds into your ass as he removes your shirt, “and you said yes.” He finishes while taking your bra off and throwing it to the side of the room.

“I did?” You question, bringing your hand back to grip his cock, causing him to moan in your ear.

“You did!” He exclaims biting your neck and moving his hands to pull your pants and panties off your hips.

“I don’t remember that!” You quip kicking your clothes to the side and pushing yourself back into Din’s body reaching up to grab his hair.

“Oh? So you’re saying I should go back up to the cockpit and fly the ship?”

“No, I’m saying I don’t remember,” Spinning around to face him with a smile on your face you lightly stroke his cock, “but while you’re down here, you may as well do your best, any way you like,” leaning up to whisper in his ear your say, “any way you’ve ever fantasized.”

This causes him to groan and he kisses you hard on the mouth before spinning you around and pushing you to bend over the table. Din reaches over to somewhere next to you and grabs your hands pulling them to the wall attaching his cuffs to your wrists, magnetizing them so your hands are now stuck to the wall and you can’t move them. This causes you to groan in excitement as you feel him kick your feet apart, and lean over your body so he can whisper in your ear.

“I’m gonna breed you, as often as I can for as long as I can, until it takes,” he says then straightens back up. His voice immediately made liquid pool between your legs; something Din discovers when he runs his fingers up your slit. “You’re already dripping for me; I knew you wanted this as much as I do.”

You continue to bite your lip, feeling him run his cock up and down your entrance, gathering as much of your juices as possible before he pushes in slowly, groaning until his hips fit tightly against yours. Running his hands up and down your back, he moves one so he can slap you on the ass, hard. He carefully rubs the red mark appearing on your skin before he begins pounding into you. Din’s so turned on right now he can’t even think of building up this pace, not that you want him too. Trying to pull your hands back to touch him, you realize they won’t budge, you have mixed emotions about that, on one hand, you’re disappointed that you can’t touch him but on the other, you’re incredibly turned on about it.

Din keeps moving faster and faster, thrusting into you so hard, you're actually being rammed into the table, and you know there will be a bruise on your stomach later from it. A hand moves over your hips and travels down in between your thighs where it begins rubbing your clit, you know he’s close because you can feel his rhythm faltering as his thrusts become harder. Suddenly, he slams into your so hard it pushes you forward and your toes come off the ground. You can feel him filling you with his release and it triggers yours. You begin making a high pitched squeal that’s part moan and somewhat of a yell. When you come down, Din lays on top of you, biting and sucking marks down your spine, starting at the base of your neck. Once he gets a little more than halfway down, he pulls out of you and sits in the chair behind him, watching as his cum leaks down your thighs. Reaching out he begins rubbing circles on the backs of your thighs right below your ass. After a few minutes, he leans up to unlock your cuffs, pulling you into his lap, hugging you close as he covers your face, neck, and shoulder with kisses.

“I love you so much,” he whispers, “You know that right.”

“I do,” you reply capturing his mouth with yours, “and you know I love you too.”

“Of course.”

“You know, one time won’t do it, we will have to fuck a lot more if you want to put a baby in me.” Din begins smiling at you, and then he picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder, and carries you to the bedroom.

“In 25 minutes, I’m gonna breed you again, so get comfortable.”

You smile at him and pull him down to kiss you. Alternating kissing and heavy petting, you begin to feel him get hard again. Before he can move, you straddle him.

“My turn,” you purr leaning over him so your breasts hover over his face. Din leans forward taking your nipple in his mouth, sucking it as his other hand massages your other breast. “Fuck, Din, that feels so g-good.”

You grab his cock and move it to your entrance, trying to slide down him slowly, but you were so horny you enveloped him fast. If you didn’t know better you would think you were in heat as you bounce rapidly on Din’s cock, straightening up as you move his hands from your waist to continue playing with your tits. Din’s trying his best to thrust into you as hard and fast as he could while you rotate your hips on his spelling coconut with them, driving him wild. You carefully twist your hips as you rise up and then move down suddenly before repeating the process. The feeling is amazing, and you can tell Din won’t hold out much longer as his fingers reach your clit, rubbing it in hopes that you come with him. The two of you are so worked up that it doesn’t take long for you to come together, you collapsing on top of him when you finish.

“How…many…times…can…you go…tonight,” Din pants while stroking your back.

“How many hours…until we get to the next planet?” You ask, panting as well.

“12.”

“Then I’d say eight more hours’ worth,” you smirk at him kissing him hungrily.

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It was nice, peaceful, quiet, and you can’t understand why you woke, until you’re suddenly aware of an intense pleasure building in you and something moving in and out of you as your body gently jerks on the bed. You are on your stomach and Din is fucking you gently, kissing the back of your shoulder as he goes. Your orgasm is climbing and you are about to come.

“Din, I-I’m g-g-gonna…” you don’t even finish your sentence, coming on his cock almost immediately, halfway through your orgasm you feel him empty himself inside of you, panting as he lays partly on top of you, kissing everywhere he can reach.

“We’re gonna be there in an hour,” he says snuggling into your body, cock still buried deep within you.

“Ok, you know, you need to wake me up like this more often. Do that and I’ll blow you awake when I get up before you,” you inform him holding his hand over your breast.

“That sounds like the perfect arrangement for us,” he replies kissing your shoulder and pulling out so he could get up. Smacking your ass he says, “Get up and get ready for work.”

You groan and head to the showers ready to catch another bounty.

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Once the bounty was put in carbonite, Din drags you to the bedroom, ripping your shirt off your body and throwing the scraps on the floor. You hurriedly take your bra off before he destroys it, those damn things are expensive, and he pulls your pants down shredding your panties in the process. Once you’re naked, he throws you on the bed face down and climbs on top of you. Grabbing two pillows, he places them under your hips, immediately mounting you, not bothering with his armor. As he begins thrusting into as hard as possible, he rips his helmet off and throws it across the room, placing his hands on either side of your head.

“No one ever gets to talk about breeding you,” he roars slamming into you, “that fucker is lucky you saved his life, I was going to kill him.”

While you were bounty hunting the bounty made disgusting comments about how you would be a good lay and how he would like to take you back to his planet to breed you, because you looked like decent breeding stock, he also said people would pay top dollar for you. This angered Din to the point he tried to kill the bounty, the only reason you stopped Din was that the bounty needed to be turned in alive for a hefty fee, but it didn’t say anything about needing him unharmed. Once you got to the ship and the bounty squared away, Din wanted to show you that he was the only one that would ever get to be between your legs, the only one who would be allowed to breed you.

“Should have left him tied up out of carbonite and bred you in front of him, show him who you’re with, who really gets to breed you, who’s babies you’ll carry in your womb.” He rambles while trying to fuck his anger and jealousy out.

You’re gripping the sheets, one hand braced on the headboard to stop you from hitting it because Din was fucking you so hard you were being pushed up the bed. While you didn’t want to encourage possessive behavior in him, seeing Din like this and feeling him like this was turning you on in ways you never thought possible. If you didn’t have the bounty you would’ve had Din fuck you in an alley. He begins getting faster, spewing obscenities as he goes, you can feel yourself close to the edge, and it doesn’t take much before you were coming, Din, following immediately behind you.

When he comes down from his high, he leans down and nuzzles your neck, placing small kisses on your face.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks concerned, turning your face so you could look him in the eyes.

“No, it felt good,” you smile kissing him to let him know you are serious. He pulls out of you and places two more pillows under your hips, pulling your legs together, he then ran a hand over your ass.

“Stay like this for an hour and squeeze your legs to try and keep everything in, I’ll get us out of here.”

“Right,” you snort, “cause this position isn’t humiliating at all.”

“Why is it humiliating?” He asks drawing his eyebrows together, looking at how you’re lying.

“Because I’m naked, propped up on pillows with my ass in the air.”

“But…we’re trying to get you pregnant…isn’t this a position to do that?”

“Yes.”

“Besides,” he suddenly smirks at you, “its easy access for next time.”

He slaps your ass again and jumps back while you try to smack him smiling the whole time. He comes back and gives you one last kiss before handing you your datapad, leaving for the cockpit.

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It’s been a month since you had your contraceptive implant removed and you and Din have been fucking like rabbits, seriously, you couldn’t keep the man off you, not that you wanted to. Currently, you were returning to the ship from gathering supplies and making a few stops on a way station planet. Din had wandered off to gather other items to try to cut your visit short. Arriving back at the Razor Crest Din launches the Crest while you begin putting everything, walking to the bedroom when you’re done. You begin stripping out of your clothes as you enter your room, knowing exactly what’s about to happen…three…two…one. Din wraps his arms around you and begins kissing your neck before turning you around and capturing your mouth with his. Noticing that he’s naked again you look behind him and see a trail of clothes and armor in a path to the cockpit.

“Someone’s eager,” you state stroking his cock.

“Yes,” he groans and whimpers against your neck, “You smell so good, your skin, feels great, you’re driving me crazy.”

You push him back then crawl onto the bed lying on your back, winking at him as you lay there, spreading your legs for him. Din kneels on the bed crawling up your body until his lips meet yours. Taking his cock in his hand, he glides it up your slit, gathering all the wetness he can before pushing in slowly causing you both to moan. He places his body on yours, careful not to crush you and you bring your legs up around his waist placing your heels on his ass, pushing against him as he thrusts into you gently. Din takes your hands and pins them above your head and you look up into the mirror, watching as his back muscles ripple and his hands flex as they hold you. Letting out a gasp of pleasure, you arch your back into his body, pushing upwards to meet his hips.

“You’re so beautiful,” Din whispers, “you’ll look even more beautiful with a swollen belly and when you’re holding our child in your arms.”

He begins losing control thrusting faster, eventually pushing into you so hard and fast that the bed was shaking. Releasing one of your hands he brings it down to begin rubbing your clit, whenever he talked about breeding you, neither of you lasted long in bed, and you could feel your orgasm rising. You raise your hips to meet his, giving him more pleasure, watching as his face moves towards pure euphoria. He brings his lips down to kiss your neck then your collarbone. Suddenly, he tenses and you feel him start to cum inside you when he bites down on your collarbone hard. The pain from the bite mixes with the pleasure of the sex causing you to come, arching your body off the bed as your eyes roll back in your head and everything turns a blinding white. You can only hear your heart beating and rapid breaths as you come down when, you can finally hear Din talking it sounds like your underwater, his voice muffled. As it begins to clear, you hear him murmuring about how much he loves you.

“I love you,” he says gently, “you’re the best thing that ever happened to me and I never want to let you go.”

He leans up to kiss you before sitting back on his knees, moving your legs to rest on his shoulders.

“What are you doing?” You laugh as he strokes a hand up and down your shoulder.

“You’re supposed to keep your hips raised,” he replies straightening his legs out underneath you, so your hips rest on his lap, “this way, I stay inside you, so does my cum, and you get to keep your legs in the air. It’s better for breeding.”

“What if I don’t want you too?”

“Would you prefer a pillow?”

“No I mean what if I didn’t you to breed me anymore.”

“You’ve changed your mind about being with me,” he says, his face falling to a look of devastation as his grip on your legs loosens. You swing your legs off his shoulder and pull off him; kneeling in front of him, you wrap your arms around his neck.

“No,” you say lifting his head so he looks you in the eyes, “I’m saying it’s pointless now. I went to the clinic today and got a pregnancy test, it was positive. I’m pregnant, consider me thoroughly bred.”

“You’re pregnant,” Din says smiling wider than you’ve seen since your wedding day. He places his hand on your stomach as gently as he can, almost as if he can lose everything if he touches you too hard. “Our baby is in there?”

“Yeah, our baby,” you lean forward and kiss him again, he pulls you too him tightly but refuses to move his hands.

“Our baby.”

Pt. 3

Pt. 5

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"As You Wish"

Mandalorian x Reader

Request: Reader is a fellow bounty hunter but is also a sweetheart and a dear, old friend. Mando asks them to tag along because taking care of this kid AND keeping people off his back has been tough. Whenever Mando asks the Reader for something, they say, "As you wish." It takes Mando a while to realize what they're really saying is, "I love you." Thank you so much!!

A/N: this was such a joy to write. I'm so in love with his character, and the child that comes with it, haha. I may have deviated from the request a bit, I hope you still like it!

Requests are open if you feel like leaving me an idea!

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That smile, he would do anything for that smile.

"We don't have anymore to drink or to eat," He spoke over his shoulder to you, mindlessly fiddling with the control panels. "Would you go out and find us something?"

"As you wish."

As you wish.

The first time you said it, you were on the brink of death. Stuck in a cramped alleyway, bodies pressed uncomfortably together. Your eyes were going wild, looking around for any possible escapes.

"How the fuck are you calm, Lorian." You whispered with intense frustration.

"Cover me. I'm going right." He scanned over your face, watching the fear wash away. You grabbed for his gloved hand, giving it a tight squeeze three times. "We'll get ourselves out of this."

"As you wish," you said, with a breathy tone. Staring at his helmet. You wished to see what he was thinking, if he was worried. But you knew they would be safe.

The second time, it was simple.

You was taking care of the child, who had taken a fondness to you. Constantly following you around, grabbing onto your leg, wanting to be held.

The mandalorian suppressed a smile when he was this. It was just so cute. The way you gleamed at the baby, holding its hand and rocking it back and forth. And how the child looked up at you with such happiness.

"Hey." His voice hinted at a smile. "Can you feed the child? I don't remember the last time he ate."

"As you wish." You smiled up at Mando, nodding to him as you walked past. Hand brushing together for just a moment.

Said every time he asked something of you. You would always do it with a smile and a twinkle in your eyes.

He did wonder why you said it in such a way. Whispered like a sweet melody. And why you cared for him so. How you hugged him at the end of a mission. How you glanced back as soon as you walked off, wanting one more look at the soft hearted bounty hunter. Soaking up his ruff state.

Such a hard hitting woman, with a wit like fire and a mind that could get them out of any situation. It was no wonder they had been paired up so many times.

When you came back, you had a new scar on your face, but a bag full of fresh goods for the child and them.

"Are you alright?" He muttered, failing to hide the concern riddled through his voice. He wanted to reach out and touch the red mark.

"More than fine. Just starved." Throwing a few of the bags on the floor, you left one in your hands. Holding it up to him with a smile. "Sukhi and Crab. Your favorite. It's still hot."

The two of you ate back to back, his helmet set to the side of him. Mostly sitting in silence. It was calming to just eat together. Bodies so close, yet not seeing even a sliver of each other. His metal plates pressed into your shoulders, and even still, you felt the edges comfortable.

Sometimes, each of your wished you could have just stayed like that forever. Nothing to worry about. Just having each other so close. To comfort them through anything. It was a reminder of sorts. That no matter how many times you parted ways, how many days, even months, that he didnt see your glowing face, that somehow you would end up together again.

It wasn't until you left again, embracing him, almost cradling him, with such care and love, and whispered those words so tenderly, that he realized what they truly ment.

"Hey," he called out to you, taking in deep breaths as he calculated what he really wanted to say. All the things he wanted to ask. "Stay safe out there. For...for the child."

"As you wish." You smiled. That smile that he swore would kill him one day.

"As you wish." He called back. Your smile turned into a laugh, lighting up your whole face. You tilted your head to him, giving him a knowing nod. And walked out of his life again.

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Be Safe

Mando x Reader - one shot

Warnings: The Mandalorian spoilers, canon typical violence, death, mild descriptions of injury, blood, little bit of Soft. Bad formatting (sorry, its mobile)

Words: 1k.

A/N: this is a Reader insert based on Chapter 8: Redemption when Gideon fatally injures Mando in the shootout. Sometimes we all just need some hurt and comfort (without the comfort... sorry). P.S. a huge thank you for 200 followers! 🖤

Be Safe

You saw the explosion before you heard it. You’d actually screamed as you saw what Gideon was about to do, but to no avail. Mando couldn’t hear you.

You watched, fixed to the spot as the orange flames engulfed him and threw him into the air. You stared as he hit the ground, a merciless clang from the Beskar and then no movement. The explosion still ringing in your ears.

Thank the Maker for Cara. She was battle hardened, had seen all this before. You hadn’t and you had frozen to the spot. Cara ran to him, covered him with her own body and began to drag him. You snapped yourself back to the moment, the clang of Beskar smacking concrete still echoing through your soul. You dropped your blaster and sprinted with all you could muster. You kicked and dragged any debris out of Cara’s way as she hauled The Mandalorian back into the besieged cantina. She propped him up against the rubble and he groaned in pain.

How had she managed to drag him so far? She was strong but he was covered in armour, tall and muscular. How had she done that?

Cara was talking to him now, telling him he was going to be fine and you’d get him out. You found comfort in her words and you watched her smile down at him from where you knelt behind the rubble. She was right, your strange little company would get him out.

Then you saw the blood. Dark, sticky, ominous. Not the kind of blood you get when you scrape your knee or catch your arm on thorns. This was deep red and shiny on Cara’s hand as you watched her face change from an expression of optimism to a quick flash of terror.

You couldn’t look away from the blood on her hand until Mando spoke, ‘I’m not gonna make it’.

The words rung through you like the noise from the blast. They pulled at your very bones.

No, Cara was protesting. Disagreeing. He was going to be fine, she just had to remove his helmet.

He put his hands on hers as she put them on the Beskar mask, ‘Let me have a warrior’s death’.

He gave her something and gestured to the child. You were in a total state of shock.

The assault wasn’t over. A storm trooper appeared. You watched in horror as the Trooper wielded a flame thrower. Despite the rising heat it was a chill that flowed through you, cooling you to the core.

Cara covered Mando again. She was so selfless, so brave in the face of certain death. You looked for the child, you could try to shield him from the flames but where was he?

He stood still, tall as his little body would allow, hand outstretched. What you saw would never be believed by anyone who wasn’t there that day. He protected you all, deflected the flames and sent them hurtling back towards the enemy. How had he done that? What had you just seen?

You almost allowed yourself to breathe a sigh of relief.

And then Mando asked for you. All eyes of your company were on you and you felt like a terrified child.

He called your name. No one had ever said it so beautifully before.

You rushed to him, knelt down next to him and did your best not to let the stream of tears behind your eyes fall just yet.

‘I’m not gonna make it’, he repeated, but this time just for you.

‘We can help you’ you choked back, ‘just take off the helmet’.

You reached out to touch it but his hands caught yours and he groaned at the movement.

‘Take care of the child, let the others take care of you’.

His movements were weak and his breath was shaky, it sounded like the very air entering his lungs hurt. You gently laid a hand on his breast plate.

‘Don’t forget me’, his words were gruff and strained. He had never been a man of many words and now was not the time to change that.

You shook your head and whispered, ‘I won’t’ as the tears began to cascade. His request pulled you apart at the seams. Forget him? Who could? Did he feel he was that insignificant that he would have to ask you to remember him? Your heart soared and broke in one fluid motion. Forget him? Never.

He put a gloved hand up and delicately touched your cheek. You opened your eyes. A tear had landed on his visor and it rolled down his helmet, catching the red of the flames in its reflection as it went. You wished to the Maker that you could see his eyes and you prayed that he couldn’t see the torment in yours.

You carefully lowered your forehead to gently lean against his. You heard him gasp, a faint sob through the modulator laced with sorrow and fear. You closed your eyes and thought of all the ways to tell him you loved him.

‘Be safe’ he said.

And with that you had to leave. Cara gently pulled you away from the wreckage of the man in the rubble. She knew what you meant to each other, but she also knew that it was time to leave him.

IG had opened the vent and if you were to do as Din had asked, you had to go now. Karga handed you the child and you held him tight.

You took one last look at your Mandalorian, the droid looming over him, the fire raging, the blood still running. He looked so afraid. The Beskar could hide him from the world but not from you. He was limp and tense at the same time, pain causing him to pull every sinew tight, and the soft call of death allowing him to loosen his grip on the reigns.

The painful death of a man who loved his friends. The worthy death of a man who believed in his creed. The lonely death of a warrior.

And then you turned and you ran.

You fled in to the tunnels, holding the baby close to you, the tears all gone.

‘Be safe’ he had said. You would do your best.

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grounded din djarin x reader

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The only thing I could think of while writing this was "you killed ted you medieval dick weed!" 😂😂 Iykyk

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"Mando!"

I yelled, running after him.

"Y/n, Wait!"

He said, raising his hand in an attempt to stop me. He was only a few feet away, I could make it. Or so I thought. One more step and I was thrown, a large blast coming in contact with the ground beside me. I was in the air in an instant, slamming back down into the ground a few yards away. I groaned, rolling from my back and onto my side as the dirt started to settle.

"Din."

I whispered, a loud ringing between my ears. I dug my finger tips into the ground, looking around for him. When I saw him laying in the clearing my face fell.

"Din."

I said again, worry overcoming me as he laid there unmoving.

"You lose."

I heard harshly from my left. I gritted my teeth, snapping my head his direction.

"You'll pay for that."

I seethed, jumping to my feet and reaching for my blaster. Panic set in when I didn't feel it. My eyes darted around the open field, seeing it laying beside din. I looked back to the assassin and he laughed.

"Oh I will, will I?"

He taunted and I growled lowly in my throat, plucking my knife from the sheath against my thigh.

"Yes you will."

I said, aggressively charging at him. Panic flashed over his face for a second as I lunged at him, the knife barely grazing his ear as he moved to dodge my attack.

"Shit."

He said under his breath as we moved in circles, stabbing at each other. I switched my knife in my hand before pushing forward and catching him in the neck. He hissed at the contact, his free hand moving to the wound.

"I have no quarrel with you."

He managed, dodging another of my attacks. I shook my head.

"You killed my Mando, now it's personal."

I said through gritted teeth.

"I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I must."

He said, burying his knife into my arm. I screamed at the hot pain rushing to it as he pulled the knife away.

"Asshole!"

I accused, lunging at him again. I stabbed him square in the shoulder, losing grip on the knife as he grabbed me and spun me around. I panted as he pressed my back into his chest, pulling his blaster to my head and breathing heavily down my neck. My eyes went wide as I looked up, seeing din standing a few feet from us, firm stance, and blaster pointed at us both.

"Din."

I sighed out, an unwavering rush of relief flowing through me at the realization he was in fact still alive. If it weren't for the circumstances I would've scolded him for worrying me with his death. we were at the hands of an assassin after all though and it didn't exactly seem like the right time.

"It's over mando. I'm gonna kill your pet and then I'm gonna kill you, once and for all."

He said, leaning into me. I could feel his hot breath at the back of my neck again as he panted.

"You're dead."

I said through a sinister laugh, hearing his grip tighten against the blaster handle.

"Shut up!"

He spit out and I could feel him trembling, his grip across my chest loosening.

"You better run."

I taunted, his fist clenching into my shirt and making me hiss as it moved my sleeve against the wound.

"Shut up!"

He repeated loudly, making me close my eyes at the sound.

"Let her go."

Din instructed and I opened my eyes back up, staring daggers at him as he inched closer. I could feel him shift behind me and knew this was my only chance. In a second I pushed his arm up, ducking low.

"Now!"

I yelled, hearing the blaster go off and watching his body fall to the ground out of the corner of my eye. As I fully realized what was happening I could finally feel tears making their way behind my eyes, a silent sob wracking through my body as I moved to pluck my knife out of his lifeless body. My back was still to din as I stood up and put it back in its place.

"I told you to stay back."

He scolded, getting closer to me. He could've died. Hell, I thought he did die.

"You never listen when I-"

He started but froze when I turned around, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist.

"Never do that to me again."

I said harshly, hot tears spilling down my cheeks as I held onto him like my life depended on it, pressing my forehead into his chest plate. He stayed still for a second, dense and unmoving like he didn't know what to do. Hell he probably didn't. I often wondered when the last time be held someone was, or the last time someone held him. Guess I knew the answer now, cause it was today.

"Y/n."

He said and I shook my head, moving my head to the side and pressing my cheek against the cool beskar.

"Just hug me back."

I grumbled against him, feeling his arms slowly make their way to my back.

"Okay."

He said softly, tightening his grasp. There was a long silence as I felt myself calming down, loosening my grip on him but not letting go.

"You fought good today."

He said uncomfortably and I leaned back, an angry expression on my face.

"Damnit din I thought you were dead."

I said angrily, pushing him away, crossing my arms over my chest, and turning my back to him. I knew he was bad at situations like this but seriously? That's all he could come up with?! I heard him sigh, his hand coming in contact with my shoulder. I looked to it annoyed.

"I'm still your Mando though right?"

He asked and I cracked a small smile. Maybe I should've been embarrassed that he heard that but at the moment I didn't care. I half turned to look at him and nodded my head, pulling him down and wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Yeah, still my Mando."

I said softly, pressing a quick kiss into the cheek of his helmet. His grip on my waist tightened a little bit, his hands pressed firmly into my back this time.

"Then I promise Ill still be here to protect you mesh'la."

He said and I could feel my cheeks go flush at his choice of words. He'd never called me beautiful before but then again I don't think he knew I could translate some mando'a. I pulled away, smiling widely at him.

"Come on din, let's get back to the ship, I think we've both deserved a break."

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On the outside, people only saw what they wanted to see - sharp beskar armor, an unapologetic, fearsome, faceless man.

Before you met him you thought the same - you'd heard the hushed whispers, spoken in passing behind hands in the city walls about him. A bounty hunter so ruthless that even the most hardened of criminals quaked in fear at the mere sight of him. He was the best at his job, that much was certain.

Then when you officially met him and heard his voice you were shocked.

It wasn't the mechanical rasp that the helmet left in it's wake - no what shocked you the most was the emotionless, clipped sentences he grunted. You thought him a cold, shell of a man - he seemed more droid than he was human.

He was short with you, only speaking to answer your questions. His humor was dry, and condescending. It was a process, getting him to warm up to you - to tear down the walls he'd built around himself. You'd internally compared them to his armor, one shielding his body while the other shielded his heart.

The day you saved him was the day he decided to let you in - for better or for worse.

You didn't have a clear grip on what happened that day, but from what you remember -

He was standing there, his black cape flapping in the wind, his blaster pointed at the quarry, and it was then you realized how intimately terrifying the Mandalorian could be when he really tried. He was an immovable force - bending whoever was before him until they broke. He threw the binders on the ground beside the shivering man, barking an order at him when you saw it.

Through the corner of your eye you saw a blinding glint, sunshine on metal, to the right. Your mind processed faster than your body, your words stuck in your throat, but you were desperate, so you bolted toward the armor clad man, pushing with all your might. He stumbled, only barely, and then you crumpled at his feet, a burning so great in your side you thought you might die on the spot. He saw the burnt remnants of blaster fire that grazed your side, your shirt charred hopelessly around the wound.

Without another thought of the quarry, Mando fired two quick shots, one at the man before him and the other to the right, taking out the person hiding behind the jagged rocks. He bent down and plucked you from the ground, a curse leaving him as you went slack in his arms. He rushed you back to the Crest, his modulated voice trailing farther and farther away, and your last thoughts, funnily enough, were of how much he was actually speaking.

It was comical and terrifying all at once - how bad were you hit?

He treated your wound, wrapped it in a bacta patch and sent you to his cot where you stayed for days. Only leaving when you needed the 'fresher or when he was there to all but carry you so that you could 'stretch your legs'.

You noticed that since you'd been shot his tone was warmer, somehow. He was more inviting. The sentences he strung together finally lasted longer than a breath.

It seemed you'd finally met the man inside the armor.

In time he revealed his name to you - his true name. He was a complex, yet simple. Tough, while still tender. Everything you thought you knew about him had turned to ash in your mouth and you had never been so happy to have been proven wrong.

Din Djarin wasn't only beskar and blasters, he was soft, loving and warm.

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The House of Djarin

Din Djarin x Reader 

Modern AU

Words: 1990

Summary: Din Djarin is the most influential man in the entire world. But even the most influential needed something more, something he found in a place he never expected to.

Din Djarin is one of the most influential men in the entire world, he has everything a person could ever want and more.

He was rich, he had power and people were afraid of him. He was a true leader who feared no one but everyone feared him.

And just as they say that behind every successful man there is a woman it was true in his case as well. 

It all began when he was on his way home from a job, his driver drove into a part of the city which was really dangerous, not that he cared because no one would even dare to look at him let alone attack or rob him. 

As they were driving through the streets Din was looking at the people out on the street, he saw prostitutes, drug addicts, drug dealers and many homeless people.

Then as they stopped at a red light he saw someone, a young woman carrying a small child in her arms as she was making her way through the streets. 

Din didn't know what was it about her that caught his attention, he was sure he had seen many women like her but there was just something about her, something he couldn't quite understand but he was interested. But as the light turned green again the driver began to drive and Din could only see her getting smaller and smaller and then he took a turn, completely losing her from his sight.

The next time Din saw this woman was in a different part of the city, but she still looked the same, same coat, same shoes, and the same child. He was sitting at a coffee store, enjoying his lunch when he saw her. Again Din found himself being interested. But she soon left.

Then the third time Din asked his driver to go the same route they went a couple of weeks ago, he wanted to see her, he wasn't sure why but he wanted to, and he did. She was getting out of a convenience store when he saw her. However, he also noticed the couple men that was heading her way, he made his driver stop the car. 

He got out and as the men saw him, the smirks disappeared from their faces. They looked down and quickly walked the other way, where they came from.

Din didn’t talk to her, but she did look at him, she offers him a warm smile before she walked past him.

This is when Din realized that he wanted to know more about her, he wanted her, and he will always get what he wants.

So, he called up one of his most trusted men, Boba Fett, who was an assassin, Din explained to him that all he wanted was more information about the woman he didn't want her dead.

Din was very specific to Boba to not hurt the woman.

Boba knew better than to question his boss’ requests so he nodded and went along to carry out the job.

Din couldn't wait, he was good at many things but patience was not one of them.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for Boba to find out everything about her and so he gave all the information to his boss.

When Din was final left alone in his office he opened up the envelope, it was possibly the thinnest envelope he has ever seen in his entire life.

Her name was Y/N Y/L/N, an orphan. There was very little information about her a couple of schools she attended, a couple of jobs that he had during her life, however, there was no mention of a child anywhere, no birth certificate for the little one no hospital entries or anything like that. Which made him even more curious, did she hide a kid from someone? Is that's why there was no information about the kid or what was going on? Could it be that she stole the kid or found him?

From her papers it was clear that she wasn't a harmful person which he already knew just based on the smile she gave him, he knew when someone recognized him, he knew when someone knew who he was but she had no clue. The smile she gave him was genuine not out of fear or respect it was a genuine smile something Din hadn't seen in a long while.

---

The story of him talking to her for the first time was completely by chance, he was at his usual place in the café then he saw her once again. 

He saw her pass on the street as she was walking past the many people someone ran into her knocking her over and no one even looked at her everyone just walked past like nothing happened. 

Din didn't even recognize when his legs started moving, he only realized that he was standing right beside her when he began talking.

“Are you okay?” he asked he offered his hand to her so she could stand up again. 

She smiled at him again, “Yes, thank you I'm fine.” She said as she took his hand and got up. She checked the kid and so did Din. The baby looked nothing like her, still sleeping as if nothing happened.

“Is he okay?” Din asked.

“He is, thank you. He is a heavy sleeper. Thank you again,” she said before she smiled at him, and started to leave. 

But Din grabbed her arm. She immediately looked at him, scared.

“I-I just.” he stuttered. Din Djarin just stuttered. For the first time in his life. “I like you.” he said.

“Thank you, Sir, but you don’t know me.”

“Let me get to know you. I want to know you!” the desperation in his voice was clear. He guessed she felt bad for him, and she agreed to meet him tomorrow same place.

---

You still couldn’t believe it.

What would a well-dressed handsome and rich man like him want from you? You were almost homeless, with a child. Why would he want to know a person like that?

Did he think you were some kind of prostitute or something? No, he wouldn’t have offered you lunch in that case.

Then, the next day, with Grogu in your arms, you made your way to the place you agreed to meet the man, who you learned was named Din. After many long debates about whether you should go or not, you ended up going.

There was something in his eyes which told you that you could trust him.

So, your first date came. At the time you didn’t even know it was a date.

And what a disaster it was.

You were a mess, lost in the luxury that seemed so basic to him. People looked at you with disgust in their eyes.

At least your son had a fun time, eating whatever he wanted and Din was really affectionate towards him.

In Din’s eyes, the date went amazingly. You looked beautiful and he loved hearing you talk, you weren’t so different from him, the difference was that now he had money in the bank.

---

Din Djarin was your savior.

He saved you from the awful world, he gave you shelter and loved you.

You realized you were in love during your fourth date with him when he took you and Grogu to the Zoo. The way he lifted Grogu so he could see the lion warmed your heart.

That was the first night you spent at Din’s place. And although you knew he had a completely different lifestyle, when seeing his mansion, you were left speechless.

“Y-You live HERE?!”

“Of course, I do. Do you not like it?”

“Like it?! This house is bigger than a hotel!”

“Oh don’t be silly.” he smiled.

But you also knew that was only the outside. Inside Din was much more than a multimillionaire with a gang to his name.

He was kind, affectionate and loyal. He wasn’t much of a talker, but he listened and remembered.

It was the first time you could properly celebrate your son’s birthday.

“He is getting so big.” Din said as he watched Grogu running around the backyard. He rented out three bouncy houses, a giant ball pit and there was way too much food considering no one was invited. 

You watched the man you love smile at your son, and you decided this was the time to tell him.

“Three years ago, I found him by a dumpster. He was just a newborn, crying. The most terrible part is that someone placed bags on him either to hide him or they didn’t even care that a baby was there and just left their garbage on him. He is not my blood but he is my son.”

“It always amazes me how strong you are, My Love.”

Din was not expecting that the kid was treated so poorly. Thankfully you found him, and Din found you.

---

Only after two years of getting to know Din was enough for you, you knew he was the one. The one you wanted to live your life with.

And only just one year later, Din finally gathered his courage to ask you to marry him. You made it official with a beautiful ceremony.

“Do we really have to go?” asked an annoyed Din. “We could celebrate our wedding anniversary from here, why should we go to a theatre?”

“Because I heard great things about this play and I want to see it. I told you if you don’t want to go, I could have gone with my friends!” you said from the bathroom as you were finishing up with your hair. The dress you had on was pure perfection as you knew your husband loved seeing red on you.

“Okay, okay. And then we go to that restaurant, as I wanted to.”

“Exactly, theatre, dinner, and then when we get home we can have sex.” you said as you got out of the bathroom. “What do you think? Do I look nice?”

“Can we maybe start with the last option on your list?” he said as he headed over to you, smirking.

“Nooo, we’ll be late, let’s go.”

Din let out an annoyed groan. You would always win.

Din had to be honest, he enjoyed the play, although he wasn’t a big fan of musicals, this one was actually rather good, but he was too proud to admit.

During dinner, he couldn’t take his eyes off of your breasts. The dress that you wore was covering them, but he just couldn’t look away.

“My eyes are up here Mr Djarin,” you said as you took a sip from the lemonade you ordered.

“Did they grow?” he asked looking into your eyes finally.

“I have a new bra. Maybe it’s that.”

“No.” 

He knew you too well.

And during dessert, you were ready to tell him about your surprise.

“I do have something for you.” you said as you watched him sip his champagne, you didn’t even touch yours.

You pulled out the small box from your bag and handed it to him.

“I thought you said no presents.”

“In a way, this is for both of us.” his eyes widened. “Not like that, you pervert! Just open it.”

Din opened the ribbon and the box, he took out the pacifier from it.

“I’m pregnant.” you said before he could ask anything. “The doctor confirmed yesterday.”

“We are going to have another little one?” the way he said that made you want to jump at him and kiss him.

“Yes.”

He smiled at you, tears gathered in his eyes.

“Don’t cry love please, I know you are happy but someone could see you. The fearless leader might lose his reputation.” you laughed, trying to make him laugh as well, but he only smiled.

The house of Djarin was growing, he was now a husband and a father. Something he was rather proud of instead of his fearful title.

From having one child to having two and now his wife was pregnant with their fourth, Din couldn’t believe his luck. 

He had a family now not only his empire.

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Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Thank you Anon for requsting! Requests are open!

Slow burn fluff

I sat on the small cot in Din’s quarters, looking down at the small child. He was giggling as I balanced the small metallic ball on my finger. I acted like it was hard, but the hole it had to screw onto the lever it was supposed to be attached to acted as a great sticking point. He started making grab hands to me, so I smiled back and ended my charade. Scooping him up, I hand the ball to him.

“This is a ball.” I told the boy as I pointed to the subject of my statement. Din had mentioned that the babe was supposedly fifty years old, but neither of us really knew what the boy knew. He is held back by chirps, coo’s and gargles, so maybe pointing things out could help. I hear footsteps descending the ladder, easily drawing my attention.

“We landed.” The Mandalorian stated while looking at the kid in my arms. I stand, closing the space between us, offering him the boy to hold. Din won’t admit it out loud, but I could tell he loved to hold him. He grabbed the boy, looking to me. “I am going to scout for the nearest village. Is there anything you need if it proves safe?” I scoff as I grabbed the bag I snatched from the last planet. It had some loose credits and a cushion I installed so that when the baby gets tired, he can be carried without drawing attention.

“I can grab it myself.” Din sidestepped me to place his kid onto the cot.

“No. I’ll go alone.” My heart starts to pound.

The mysterious Mandalorian and I had known each other for a long time. We would work jobs together before the boy was brought into the picture. I left the Guild a couple cycles back because of a stupid crush I developed. I had spent weeks pinning after him, realizing that it could never be. I would never dream of questioning The Way, and I wouldn’t want to push to change him. This is his life, and it was better to leave then to wallow it what could never be.

We were close enough to be on a real name basis and I was trusted to be his only messenger. If it had ever come to pass that he was taken out, I was given the location of the other Mandalorians to deliver the news and Beskar for the reserves.

Word had quickly gotten out that there was a price on Din’s head, so I rushed back to the guild for a tracker. Being with him for so long before I left, I knew which planet he deemed safer than most, and decided to check there first. I quickly found him and decided to help out, knowing he wouldn’t be completely equipped to take care of a child.

A cauterizer doesn’t fix everything.

The reason why his statement hurt so much was the sense of change. Even after I easily stepped back onto the Razor Crest, I was welcomed with open arms and I helped on jobs. Recently however, I’ve been ship bound.

“That’s not happening.” I picked the boy off the cot and starred into his visor. I will not be here for the third time.

“You are staying on the ship,” he stated as he placed the boy back onto the bed. The voice manipulator did well to hide his emotion, but I could tell there was an edge to his tone. Huffing, I grabbed the child.

“I will stay on the ship when you tell me why you don’t trust me going out anymore. I know for a fact that it’s not because of the kid. Out of the two of us, he’s safer with you.” I knew I wasn’t going to get a reply, so I started to the door.

Pointing to the ship, I say home to the child. I waved, and my heart started to melt as he mimicked me. I laugh and try to teach,

“Goodbye home.” The kid just gurgled, and we turn to find Din looking at us with a tilted head. “I honestly have no idea if this has an effect on him or not.” I start walking past him, setting a direction to start us off.

We walked for a good hour, finding a lively marketplace. Everyone around us seemed cheerful and friendly. All of the kiosks were inviting, and the shops had doors and windows propped open. We ventured down the market, scouting everything out until eventually Din finally stopped us.

“I’ll find a job. Stay close to the town and meet back here in thirty minutes.” Before I had time to get a word in, he turned and started marching down the way. An ache started to make itself known again but the bundle of joy in my arms started to reach for the man. I started to wave and stated,

“Goodbye Dad.” The babe started to wave too, and I turned on my heel. “Where do you wanna explore first, buddy?” He randomly pointed and we started to trek to the shop. Bright banners flooded out of the shop’s window because of the breeze, giving an indicator as to why he chose it. Looking around it was easy to tell he won’t have as much fun as he was hoping. Books covered the shelves and a smile spread across my face. I wasn’t one for children, but I did aspire to read to the boy. We spent most of our time, trying to negotiate what book we should get. Not knowing if he wanted a book or not was a harder task that originally anticipated. After checking out, I started to trek back, but someone grabbed my shoulder the second we stepped out of the hop. Whipping around, I try to hide the kid behind my back and get into a defensive stance before I notice my reflection starting back at me. Din always found time to make sure his armor was presentable. I sigh in relief, but it’s quickly turned into an annoyed sigh as he points out,

“It has been an hour. I thought we agreed to meet thirty minutes ago.” I brought the boy back around to show the newly purchased item that he held.

“We got a book.”

“That doesn’t take an hour.”

“It does when you’re were picking a bedtime story. It has to be long enough to last, bearable to read, and seemingly exciting for him.” A faint sigh can be heard from him. He seems tense, but loosens just the slightest. The kid made a little ‘a’ noise while reaching for Din. I pass him the kid, but he now seems off.

“We need to head back,” he states as he turns on his heel and starts to walk back. After a while of silence, I decide to speak up.

“Are you okay?” He doesn’t reply, giving me the need to clarify. “It’s just- you’re on edge now- and I didn’t really mean to accuse you of not trusting me earlier. And anything could have happened in that hour. I honestly didn’t mean to lose track of time- “

“I do trust you.”

“No, I know… I trust you too- with my life, in fact.”

“I don’t want anything to happen to you.” I stop walking for a second, trying to process what he said, though he kept walking.

“I can easily take care of myself.”

“But you’d be safer on the ship.”

“I know the kid is a new responsibility which means a more cautious way, but I would lay down my life for the kid too- “

“You’re not understanding.” I was stunned into silence and slowed my pace yet keeping up. What don’t I understand about safety? Din has put a lot of trust in me over the past cycles, but I haven’t noticed anything that could allude to him having feelings for me. Trusting someone in things like what he’s confided in me do take a lot of care, but everyone needs someone to rely on.

We walk the rest of the way back to the ship in silence, him focusing on our surrounds as I try and figure out what I apparently ‘don’t understand’. I make quick work of matching pace to lean into the child.

“We’re home, bud.” He smiled up at me, and I trek faster to open the ramp for my companions. Din puts the boy down and goes to his locker. “Going out right away?”

“It’s a petty job that I’ll admit is being over rewarded.” I hummed in response. I feel a tug at my pants, but I get distracted by footsteps going back down the ramp. I quickly lean down to the boy and say,

“Say goodbye to Dad.” He starts waddling to the ramp and when I turn to look, Din was already standing still at the base of the walkway, looking at us. I shouldn’t feel flustered, but I can’t tell if he heard me or not. I don’t think I could ever cross a line with Din, but I feel like calling him ‘dad’ could be one I don’t know about. Knowing full well his childhood, being called a parent could easily put hi on edge. Would he want to be known as a parent considering what happened to his? And maybe a public display of affection could put us all more at risk. But we aren’t in public, and there is no denying that he is the child’s ‘dad’.

The child raises his arm at Din, and he nods in response. The door closes and I huff. Towards the end of my previous stay, I learned to live in the dark. I started to feel bad for being in his space, as it meant he was now confined to his helmet more than usual. I learned every inch of the ship as to be able to turn off the light, but still be comfortable and allow Din to be comfortable as well. I would frequently apologize for the trouble of being in the dark all the time. He would brush it off, but in all honesty, it was an easy excuse to hear is voice without his helmet. It was a sound I quickly tried to memorize in case something was to happen like him not coming back from a job or…. Me leaving. Only one instance in that time did I question our platonic relationship. It had been freezing, and we decided to share the cot to keep warm. Nothing happened, but we laid there for hours in each other’s arms. I know he cares for the boy, but me leaving could have destroyed and soiled a lifestyle like that. There’s no way he could care for me on the same questionable level as he did back then.

After a while of playing soft catch and hide-n-seek, the baby started to get tired. I placed him on the cot and cracked open the book. Words were their own, but after a chapter or two, they started to blend. My mind started to frequently focus on Din, and luckily the kid fell asleep. I closed the book and started to make soup. I can’t really speculate as to when he’s be back, but I made two portions. I quickly flicked the light off just out of habit I picked back up quickly after falling into memories of our past. He wouldn’t like it, but Din isn’t here, so I slowly start making my way to the cockpit with soup in hand. We had landed under a mountain ridge, so no light peaked through, even from the stars from the prominent night sky. Hearing the door open, I grab my blaster from my holster and curl upside-down to aim at the intruder. I could distinguish the familiar silhouette against the floor and raise back up.

“I made soup.” I could hear clothes and metal being shuffled and soft footsteps up the ladder. Din plopped himself into the chair to my right, and I swivel to face him. I could make anything out, but I’m still used to that aspect. I can at least tell the movement of a bowl being brought to his face. There was a pause in all movement for too long. “How did it go?”

“Fine.” I can’t help but relax at the sound of his voice. I’m admittedly addicted to the unfiltered emotion and the sound of his raw voice. A minute passed and he surprised me with his question. “Were you able to read to him?”

“Y-yeah. I got pretty far. I hope he liked it.”

“What was it about.” I honestly had to think about what I read not even an hour ago.

“I don’t know… I’m sorry.” It was his turn to pause.

“For what?”

“Leaving.” He didn’t answer but I didn’t want to explain. “I regret leaving. I have since the second I walked off the ship, but I couldn’t stay.” He surprisingly scoffed.

“Why couldn’t you stay?”

“Because I care about you too, Din. But more than what you were implying earlier. I care too much and I didn’t want to cross lines or ruin what we had forever.”

“That is what I meant earlier.”

“What?”

“I care about you, y/n. More than I should. I don’t take my armor off around you just because of trust.”

“I’m talking about loving you, Din. Not just caring about your wellbeing and company.”

“That’s what I’m also talking about.”

Oh

“Sooooo… What you’re saying is- “A distressed yet relieved sigh can be heard from him.

“I love you, y/n. I’ve never stopped.” I can’t believe this is happening. Every waking moment of being away from him was consumed by thinking of him. Looking back now, I can maybe pinpoint moments where he did, in fact, show affection- in his own way, of course. I quickly stand and close the distance between us, but quickly stop.

“Can I- would it be okay if- “I could hear the bowl click against the ground and I could feel his hands grasp the back of my neck. I’m brought closer to his face until our lips meet. My hands hesitate to curl into his hair, but find purchase in it. His lips were surprisingly plump. It seems as though they’ve never been split or chapped. It’s a little awkward, as he seems to not know what to do. Taking the lead, we start to have a small movement and purpose to the kiss. A small dance, if you will. Nothing could end this magical moment except for the new thing touching the back of my leg. I jump to the side and I notice Din tense through our touching legs. I bend down and feel the familiar hair of the small boy, and I start to laugh.

“I guess he’s up now.” Din breathlessly laughs when he realizes why I aggressively left the home of his lips. I can feel Din’s arms wrap around my waist as I yawn. I don’t remember ever feeling fatigue, but I also have the immense urge to sleep. He grabs the boy and quietly suggests,

“You should sleep.”

“You should too.” I didn’t mean for it to come out as quickly as it did. He has the same breathless laugh as before.

“I feel fine. I’ll watch him and join you later.”

“Ok.” I lean down with the intention of kissing his forehead, but lands on his nose. Before I pull away from the quick peck, he shifts to match his lips to mine. I could feel him smiling an I return it. Pulling away, I quickly make my way down to the cot. Usually we take turns, but it seems we’ll be truly sharing it from now on.

I could tell it was meant to be heard, confirming what I foolishly dreaded earlier. Smiling, I laid down, replaying what was just uttered before I fall asleep.

“Did you have a fun day with your mother?”

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