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din-miller · 11 months

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Keldable Kisses

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: Din forgets to give you a kiss in the morning and you take it personally and decide to get payback by wearing a hat with a visor preventing his much needed marketplace keldable kisses.

Warnings: the plot is literally just about keldable kisses, It's all fluff, His first name is Din, married couple, female reader, reader is a tease, mentioned protective Din, reader has hair but length is never mentioned, stupidly soft din, swear words, does star wars have hats? Baseball caps? They do now and they're the bane of Din's existence

A/N: Din's cloak gets a bigger supporting role then Grogu because like all great writers I forgot about him three paragraphs in.

It's petty, you know so, but that doesn't stop you from pulling out an old dusty hat you found years ago on some backwater planet during a hunt with Din.

It's nothing special, no eye-catching design. It's black with a white visor to protect your eyes against the sun. Definitely not fashionable but it's practical, which leaves you with no good excuse as to why you're wearing it on a planet with no sunlight.

And you're definitely going to need an excuse when your husband sees you wearing it. You could opt for the truth; tell him that he forgot to give you a kiss this morning before putting on his armour and you're petty enough to deprive him of keldable kisses for the rest of the day.

Yeah, no, that wouldn't go well. He wouldn't let you leave the ship until every part of you has been kissed – twice over.

Okay, that doesn't sound like the worst punishment and if you didn't need supplies from the local marketplace, you'd let your husband manhandle you into next week.

The sound of the ramp hitting the ground echoed through the ship shortly followed by Din's voice, "Cyare, you ready? We're on a time limit, remember?"

"Of course, we wouldn't want to waste precious daylight." You tossed one of Din's old cloaks over your shoulders, clasping it together at the front and left the room.

"I know you're joking but in case you're not, I want to remind you that there's no sunlight here. Make sure you dress accordingly-," His helmet tilted up and you know he's staring at the hat, "What are you wearing?"

"Oh, this old thing?" You canted the visor down, fingers sliding along the rim, "It's just something I found. Why, you don't like it?"

He shook his head, bundling together everything needed for the short trip, "I never said that. If I recall correctly, I was the one who picked it out."

"You blindly grabbed whatever hat was closest to you because you found the seller creepy and wanted to leave."

"I knew I'd regret telling you that," Din sighed and placed Grogu in his pram, "And he was creepy. He kept flirting with you, his eyes barely left you."

"My knight in shining beskar armour." You teased him.

Din hummed in agreement. You know he secretly loves it when you refer to him as yours. He tilted his head down, bringing his helmet to meet your forehead in a keldable kiss, the first in what he assumed would be many throughout the day.

You bit your lip when your visor prevented him from doing so. He growled, displeased at not being able to rest his forehead against yours in a kiss. He stepped back and reached up and you're quick to grab Din's arm stopping him from taking off your hat.

Din shook his arm, trying to wiggle out of your grip, "What are you doing?"

Your hand tightened, eyes blinking up at him innocently, "What are you doing?"

"Trying to take off this stupid hat."

"Oh, it's stupid now? Maybe I'll go get a second opinion from the creepy guy."

"Just take it off, mesh'la." Din puffed out his chest. He's totally peacocking and it's unfairly attractive. He knows you wouldn't actually track down that creep, but the thought probably has his possessive side reeling.

"No, no I don't think I will," You ducked out from under his grasp, your fingers slipped into his and you pulled him towards the ramp, "Now come on, we're on a time limit, remember? Wouldn't want to waste precious daylight!"

You had seen the lights from the Razor Crest, but being planetside, underneath the glow of orange lights you find yourself speechless.

You were originally a little worried about how well you'd be able to see in the darkness of sky. Having one of your senses dulled in this line of work made you feel on edge, anyone could be lurking in the shadows. Din had reassured you that he'll keep his helmet's night vision on until the three of you are back in the safety of the ship.

But that no longer felt necessary underneath the marketplaces string lights. When you told him such, he just shrugged and replied that it's better to be safe than sorry. He's never been one to risk the safety of you and the child, so you don't argue.

"You know, you'd be able to see the lights better if you took off your hat." Din said, his hand resting against the dip of your lower back as he guides you through the near empty market.

You rolled your eyes. You've been waiting for him to bring up the hat again. It's not hard to tell he's still upset over not being able to kiss you.

"I can see them just fine, thank you." You're lying. Din is one hundred percent right. Your neck is going to be sore tomorrow from tilting your head back to see the lights properly.

Din shook his head with a sigh but didn't say anything else. You took his hand and brought it up to your lips making what you assume is eye contact as you pressed slow kisses to his gloved fingers.

"Cyare." His fingers twitched and his other hand reached up to your head. You make a gross wet noise as you loudly gave his ring finger one last kiss before dodging his attempt at taking off your hat.

"C'mon, we need supplies."

The two of you walk through the marketplace grabbing the much needed supplies. You're hoping to get everything here and not have to make another stop.

Out of the corner of your eye you see two twi'lek engaged in what you could only describe as a passionate lip-lock. They're young, not that you could see their faces with each other's tongues shoved down their throats. You turn away, a blush on your face.

"Hey, you two osi’kovids," Din barked, startling them and you, "There are kids here-,"

"Okay," You quickly interjected, grabbing Din's arm and dragging him away. You call out over your shoulder to the couple as you go, "Sorry, he's not himself when he's hungry."

Din grunted at your words and you turned to face him, "Was that necessary? Grogu's the only child here and he's unfortunately seen worse. And calling them shitheads, seriously?"

He huffed, "Mandalorians' view public display of-,"

"-what are you talking about-," The corner of your lips turned up, "Oh my gosh, you're jealous! No, no don't argue, you totally are."

"I am not jealous, mesh'la. Mandalorians'-,"

"Is that right?" You grinned cutting him off again, hand daring to trail down his arm, fingers lingering a little too long where his armour doesn't cover his flight suit, "All these years of marketplace keldable kisses, you've been disrespecting the Way. I guess it's a good thing I'm wearing my hat."

You know keldable kissing in public is not breaking any Mandalorian laws. In fact it's encouraged to shower your riduur with the love and affection they deserve. Din is just being a big baby and taking his frustration out on innocent people.

You chuckled at his defeated silence and sauntered away adding an extra swing to your hips as you went. Behind you Din mumbled something to Grogu and the tone of the child's coo made it clear that he's taking your side.

"Oh thank you! This is my riduur's favourite fruit."

Truth be told, you're enjoying the way his self restraint chipped away with every seller you spoke too.

The gentle squeeze of your hip following your words has you hiding a grin in the fabric of your cloak.

"Do you have this in a smaller size? My ad'ika would look so handsome in it!"

Behind you there's a sharp intake of air and you know if you were both in the confinement of the ship he'd be pressing his lips against the skin of your neck, telling you how amazing of a mother you are.

Surprisingly it only took those two comments for him to finally break.

"You-," Din forced out through clenched teeth. It's most definitely supposed to sound like a warning, but it comes out more desperate than anything else, "-need to stop."

He led you into a small alleyway and you stepped as close to him as possible without knocking your hat off, "Stop what?"

"Saying things that make me want to kiss you."

You licked your lips slowly, not missing the way your husband's hand flexed against the top of his thigh, and nonchalantly shrugged your shoulders, "Well, if you had kissed me this morning before getting ready-,"

"That's what this is about? Because I forgot, for the first time ever mind you, to kiss you?"

You nodded, "Yeah, pretty much."

Din reached his arms up and back, fingers closing around the fabric of his cloak and brought it up and over to cover the both of you.

"What are you doing?"

"Setting things right," He replied, nudging your foot with his own. Normally he'd wrap a hand around your back but since he's unable to, he'll settle for any form of contact he can get, "Take off that stupid hat, then take off my helmet."

"But babe we're in public, there are kids here and you know how Mandalorians view-"

Din growled, one hand shifting to hold the cloak up and the other carelessly knocked your hat off before gently cupping the back of your neck, gloved fingers curled underneath your ear to settle in the softness of your hair. His helmet met the warmth of your skin. You jumped a little bit at the sudden coldness against your forehead.

He chuckled and pulled you flush against his body. It made it harder to take his helmet off like this, but you managed. You reached up, fingers curling beneath the top of your husband's chest plate and pulled him down to you.

Din surged forward, not patient enough to wait for you to kiss him, his lips brushing against yours in the softest apologies, swallowing your groan of approval.

#i didn't include it but din totally burned the hat before they left the planet bc hes also really fucking petty #din djarin x reader #din djarin x female reader #din djarin #fluff #married couple | the mandalorian #married couple #the manadalorian #Justice Joy Writes

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emmybreese · 1 year

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my contribution to the barbie poster meme 🩷

#crying bc i didn’t realize there was an app that did this before i started so i just did these all in photoshop and suffered #pedro pascal #barbie #joel miller #the last of us #tlou #javi gutierrez #the unbearable weight of massive talent #din djarin #the manadalorian #javier pena #narcos #oberyn martell #agent whiskey

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new-anon · 1 year

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I've been having fun over on twitter making fake SW Mickey ears.

#star wars #disneyland #walt disney world #????#padme amidala #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #the manadalorian #grogu #the bad batch #luke skywalker #leia organa #darth maul #count dooku #this start out as me trying to make fucked up ears and then it kinda got out of control a little bit #because the official selection is sooo disappointing

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pagesfromthevoid · 1 year

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Cowboy Like Me | d.d. | 8

Din Djarin x princess!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Din likes taking orders from pretty girls

Author’s Note: I am a SLUT for romance and longing touches. Click here to see the inspo for her dress and the inspo for her circlet

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me!

The Dress

In the following weeks on Sorgan, Din and her had fallen into a comfortable routine. He picked up work at the common house, typically small things to keep him busy. If he couldn’t find work, he resumed training with the villagers who were still interested in being able to defend themselves.

Today, she trailed behind him, chatting his ear off about wanting to defend herself. Din didn’t think it was necessarily a bad idea, but he didn’t want to embarrass her if she wasn’t great at first.

“Teach me to shoot,” she ordered, standing with her hands on her hips. She had taken to wearing the clothes of the village, though today she wore her travel set and holster once more. “Or are you afraid you’ll hurt my delicate sensibilities?”

The villagers looked between the two, some of them clearly trying to hold back their laughter. However, after giving them a pointed look, they dispersed almost immediately and went on their way. Din narrowed his eyes under the helmet.

“I won’t go easy on you.”

“I would expect nothing less from a Mandalorian.”

The two locked eyes, but she refused to back down as an innocent smile spread over her face. Princess or not, she was defiant and determined to get what she wanted from him. He stepped towards the crate of weapons, picking up a lightweight blaster and looked it over. For a moment, he considered what it meant to present the gun to her –though she ruined the thought by plucking it out of his hands with far too much confidence.

“You’re going to hurt someone if you keep acting up,” he warned, turning to face her.

“You seem to be under the impression that I’ve never used a blaster before,” she countered, her smile turning into a sly grin.

“Why do I need to teach you to shoot then, princess?”

It had taken about two weeks for him to realize that the title only made her stop talking because she liked when he said it. And when Din finally realized the effect it had on her, he certainly started to drop it in conversation more often. Truthfully, he didn’t know why she liked it when he called her by her title –usually, it was when he was feeling more snarky than usual that he used it –but he also didn’t care.

He liked the way she looked at him when he said it. How she would lick her bottom lip just barely and look away for a moment, flustered. Then when she would turn back to him, the corner of her lip caught between her teeth to keep herself from reacting further.

He loved it.

“Because,” she explained simply, looking over the weapon in her hands. “Just because I’ve used one before does not mean I know how to use it correctly.”

“At least you’re self-aware.”

It was her turn to narrow her eyes at him, mocking offense as she stepped in front of him. “Sometimes I think you like riling me up, Mando.”

“It’s easy.”

“Keep it up,” she warned, though she had returned her gaze to the blaster to look over the safety and the trigger. “And you’ll learn that two can play at that game.”

Instead of responding, Din took the blaster from her hands and held it out in front of him. Their flirting took a step back as he began to explain the different pieces of the weapon to her, taking his time to ensure she understood. It was moments like this –where they could be flirting or teasing or whatever seconds before only for her to listen intently to his directions the next –that he knew she was something else. All she wanted was to understand, and ask questions.

He loved that too.

When he held the weapon back out to her, she took it carefully. However, his hand didn’t move from the weapon, instead moving to cover hers as he held it up.

“Don’t put your finger on the trigger yet,” he explained, standing beside her with his hand hovering at her elbow. “You need to fix your stance before you do anything.”

“How do I –,”

But Din was kneeling beside her already, spreading her legs apart carefully. His hand pressed against the back of her knee, bending it just slightly, before he pulled one foot back some. He stood slowly, one hand trailing up her thigh over her hip, then up to her elbow. She glanced over her shoulder at him as he positioned himself behind her, one hand on her elbow and the other on her weapon again.

He leaned in close, guiding her aim towards the target. “The more you practice, the better you’ll get at aiming without my help. Which will make it easier to draw your weapon in the moment.” He pushed her finger back into the trigger position, then released his grip on her. “Fire.”

She pulled the trigger, just barely missing the target. Her shoulders sagged, disappointed in herself, as she lowered her weapon. But Din rested his hand on the small of her back.

“Not bad for a first lesson,” he reassured, though he took the gun from her. “You need to get better at your stance and your aim will get better.”

“I think I was distracted,” she admitted, turning to look up at him. That sly grin returned.

“You’ll have to learn to ignore distractions,” he pointed out, stepping away from her to set the blaster back in the crate. “Or you’ll get killed.”

He could feel her stare on his back, and when he turned back around, her arms were crossed over her chest. Her grin had turned into a soft smile, and she shook her head. Din raised a brow under his helmet, tilting his head to the side as she made her way over to him.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she promised, standing on her toes and pressing her lips to the cheek of his helmet. “Let’s go find the baby and have lunch.”

Din smiled, offering his hand to her to take. It was a simple motion, one that meant more than outside eyes would understand. But she took it without hesitation, pulling herself close to his side as they returned to the village.

Grogu was with the children, chasing frogs —no doubt trying to eat one. As Din was about to scold him, she laughed and scooped the baby up and rested him on her hip. It was a hell of a sight to behold —her with his son on one hip and her other hand in Din’s. He’d never get used to it, and maybe he shouldn’t, but stars, he adored every second they had together.

Upon returning to their hut, she set Grogu down and pulled out the food that Omera had dropped off for them. They had taken to making their own food most of the time, but when the village came together, Omera would put together meals for the three of them and leave it for them.

She had asked within the first week of living there to be taught how to prepare meals. Din thought it was genuinely hilarious to see Omera confused by her request. They had settled on not revealing her heritage —not because they didn’t trust the people, but because they didn’t want to cause a stir. It was easier to just tell Omera that she had never prepared krill before.

Grogu started going through her bag as she set up dinner, pulling out her dress and circlet once again. Din reached out to stop him, but it was too late as the baby held up the fabric of the skirt over his face.

“That’s not yours,” Din scolded as she walked over with two bowls, setting them on the floor where they had made their makeshift dining space.

“He’s fine,” she promised, moving to gather the kid’s bowl and sitting on the floor. “At least someone can enjoy it.”

Din sat behind her, pressing his back against hers. She faced the entryway, and Grogu dropped the dress to climb into her lap. This became part of their routine —sitting back to back, with her watching the doorway as Din removed his helmet to eat. It was such a small thing, but it meant so much. Maybe it broke the Creed; but he wasn’t willing to admit it just yet.

“You can still wear it,” Din suggested, resting his helmet beside him. “There’s no reason you can’t.”

“Besides the fact that I’m waist deep in a swamp every day while hiding from my mother?” She was teasing, and he could hear it in her voice. But he knew she was being serious.

“Well, yes, besides that.” He lifted his tea to his lips, taking a long sip before he shrugged. “You’re not running right now –or in a swamp. If you wanted to wear it, you could.”

“Are you asking me to play dress up for you, Din?”

“Maybe I am.”

She didn’t respond, other than a soft hum as she sipped her own tea. There was a silence that fell between them, one that often did when they were comfortable and didn’t have much else to add. Din couldn’t deny he was curious to see her, in person, dressed up in her royal regalia. The pastel green color of her gown was lovely, and he was certain it would look beautiful on her. While he was very fond of her civilian wear, he wanted to see his princess as a princess –if only once.

As he finished eating, he set his bowl to the side then took a deep breath before he slipped his helmet back on. Her back moved away from his and the floor of the hut creaked as she stood up. Wynta, Omera’s daughter, came to the door and knocked, poking her head in as Din turned around.

“Can we play with Grogu? My mama is setting up a circle to tell stories.” He glanced at Grogu, who was already waddling his way to the front door. So he simply nodded as Wynta lifted him into her arms and hurried off. “Thank you, Mando!”

Left alone now, with the sun setting, he glanced down at her. She was looking at her dress and circlet, left half pulled out of her bag. There was a longing in her eyes, one that suggested she really did want to wear it again.

“Put it on.”

“Hm?”

“I want you to put it on.”

For a moment, she simply stared at the pile of elaborate fabric, as if she was debating if she would. When she didn’t move, Din stepped around her and lifted the gown into his hands. He had removed his gloves to eat, and decided there was no reason to put them back on. The feel of the material of her dress was something he had never felt before, though it wasn’t nearly as soft as it looked. It caught the dying light of the sun, shimmering like the stars themselves. He held it out to her, though he did not push further than that.

She glanced between him and the gown, taking a breath before she motioned to the clothes she wore. Her voice shifted, as if taking on the role of princess once more. “You will have to help me, then, Mandalorian.”

Din lowered the gown, holding it tight in his fist, before he set it back down on her bag. He stepped forward, reaching out to unbuckle the holster on her thigh. While her clothing was not nearly as elaborate as his armor, he took his time to remove the belt that held the holster. When that was pulled off, he set it down neatly on the floor. Then he kneeled in front of her, running his hands down her legs, until he reached her boots and started to unbuckle those.

They slipped off without a fight, which made it easy to take her socks off next and leave her barefoot in front of him. Her hand tilted his chin up, drawing his gaze up to her for a moment before she motioned for him to stand up. When he stood back up, staring down at her through his visor, she crossed her arms in front of herself –and simply pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. Then, as if that was not enough to cause every part of Din to short circuit, she unbuttoned her pants and dropped them next.

Standing before him, a thin bandeau and underwear between her being completely bare, Din’s mouth ran dry. But she was not done –she unfastened the bandeau and let it drop next, leaving her with nothing but her underwear left. Thankful for his helmet, which hid the fact that he was looking her over as if he was about to devour her entirely, he reached out, instinctively and longingly, and tried to pull her in. But she swatted his hand away. He swallowed hard, looking at her face finally.

“Give me the gown,” she ordered, nodding to the heap of fabric on the floor.

Din did not hesitate, taking the dress from the floor, and holding it out to her. She looked unimpressed by him, taking the gown from him to slip into with ease. She shimmied it over her hips, pulling the sheer sleeves over her arms. The neckline plunged, deep enough to expose the expanse of her skin. The gold chains that accented the bodice were unhooked, and she stood before him, holding out her wrists.

“Fasten these for me, Din.”

He nodded slowly, taking her wrist in his hands and hooking the chains around her wrists together. Then, he kneeled before her again, fastening the hooks of her bodice. His hands rested on her waist when he finished, staring up at her through his visor with nothing but pure longing. Her hands rested on his shoulders, returning the intensity of his gaze.

“I need my circlet now.”

Swallowing hard, he nodded once and stood, retrieving the piece. The feel of it in his hands was familiar, and he looked it over for a few seconds before he looked back at her. The gold on it was fading, clearly not actually made of it, but the metal underneath was a familiar cadence. Din hesitated, not sure if he should ruin the moment, before deciding against it. Then he set it on her head softly and stepped back.

She stood with her shoulders back, straight and proper, with what could only be described as a royal smile.

“Well?” She asked, bringing her hands together in front of her.

“You are…,” but there weren’t words to describe her beauty. None that did her any justice.

“Leaving the galaxy’s best warrior speechless?” She teased, smiling at him playfully. “Do you know what I miss most about my life on Senex, Din?”

“What?”

She stepped forward, bowing far too formally for someone like him, and then held out her hand. “Dancing.”

“Dancing is a dangerous game,” he pointed out, though he took her hand anyway.

“Not anymore dangerous than what we’ve been doing,” she countered, pulling herself close to him. “Do you know how to?”

“No, but if I’m gonna teach you to shoot, I’m sure you can teach me to dance.”

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lionlena · 1 month

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Headcanon: How do they cook for you? (Pedro Pascal characters) 🥕🧑‍🍳🍓

🍳 Joel Miller

Joel is not the best cook. Of course, he had to learn how to cook for Sarah, but he always kept things simple.

He is a supporter of one-pot meals. What he cooks for you is really delicious, but simple. There is no culinary madness about it. That's why Joel prefers it when you make dinner.

But it doesn't bother you anyway. Especially since Joel loves making breakfast for you. Whenever he can, he will get up earlier and make you a delicious breakfast: scrambled eggs, pancakes, waffles... Everything you like.

And if he finishes making breakfast and you're still asleep, he'll bring you breakfast in bed. He will kiss your forehead and whisper, "Get up, baby girl. I made you coffee and breakfast."

From time to time, Joel will also take you to your favorite little restaurant. This way neither of you has to cook and you can enjoy your time together.

🍽️ Oberyn Martell

Cooking is the last skill he needs, which is why he can't cook. As a prince, he never had to worry about this. Food was always served to him on silver trays. Even when he was a warrior, he didn't have to worry about it.

Of course, if he and you find yourself in a wild desert, he can easily hunt something and roast it over a fire. He would never let his Queen starve to death.

However, you can't count on Oberyn to stand in the kitchen and prepare something for you.

On the other hand, you don't have to do this either. Just tell the servants what you want and your dish will be brought to you after a few minutes.

Oberyn loves to surprise you and organize picnics for you. By the river, in an oasis in the desert, in the gardens... Once he even organized an evening picnic for you on the roof of the palace.

🌮 Javier Peña

Cooking isn't something he's great at. But he is a specialist in making drinks.

For most of his adult life, Javier learned to eat out or buy home-cooked meals.

However, it's not like Javier can't cook anything. There are a few special dishes that his mom taught him to make. And although Javier may feel insecure about his culinary skills at the beginning of your relationship, the longer you are together, the more willing he will be to prepare these dishes for you.

If you cook, you can always count on Javier to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. After all, he doesn't want your beautiful nails to get damaged.

You just have to sit on the couch and enjoy the drink he prepares for you.

🥞 Jack Daniels

This may come as a surprise, but Jack is very good at cooking. All because he was a mama's boy when he was a kid. He loved helping his mom in the kitchen and cooking with her.

Now he loves cooking for you and you can't help but admire how Jack transforms in the kitchen.

It's so cute to see him without a stetson and jacket, with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and wearing an apron with the "Kiss the Cook" written on it.

Sometimes you just can't help yourself and hug him from behind and then steal a piece of carrot or sausage. You then hear his scolding voice: "Sugar, don't steal... Remember your manners."

But you know he's actually smiling and it doesn't bother him at all.

But what Jack does even better than dinner is... Cakes and desserts! You've never eaten such delicious muffins, desserts, croissants... Jack always watches with a wide smile as you eat these sweets, knowing full well that you will reward him later...

🍴 Dave York

Dave doesn't cook, he doesn't even try to learn. He thinks you're better suited for it because you're a woman.

Don't get me wrong, Dave is not some fucking misogynist. He will support you in your career and support your passion and women's rights. He doesn't think that women are only good for cooking and bearing children, but... Dave grew up in a traditional home with a traditional division of roles. And he just never felt like cooking.

You don't even know if he's bad at it because he's just never tried it.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't help you with other household chores. Dave doesn't mind cleaning. In fact, he's actually really good at it, because it's part of his job (cleaning up the crime scene). He can also do laundry or iron his shirts without any problems, but... He stays away from the kitchen.

But that doesn't mean you have to cook all the time. If you don't feel like it, no problem. Dave will make sure to take you out to a restaurant or order takeout at least three times a week. You are his princess and he will never let you think otherwise.

Besides, the kitchen is sometimes not meant for cooking (if you know what I mean.)

🍔 Frankie Morales

To say that Frankie is a disaster in the kitchen is an understatement. Frankie tries really hard, but he can burn anything... You never thought that somebody could burn scrambled eggs.

But he is a great helper in the kitchen. Nobody cuts vegetables as quickly and precisely as Frankie. To top it off, he never has a problem doing shopping for groceries. He doesn't even need a list. Just tell him what dish you want to make and he will know what to buy.

Frankie also knows all the best places to eat cheap and delicious food.

But surprisingly. Frankie is excellent at making barbecue. You don't understand how this is possible, but it is. And no one makes burgers as delicious as Frankie.

🍲 Din Djarin

Din hardly cooks. Most often, he makes broth and always adds too few spices. Sometimes he will also roast what he hunt over the fire, but he doesn't care what he eats.

Years spent as a bounty hunter and many planets visited had taught him to eat anything. Literally everything. Sometimes you think Din's stomach is made of beskar too.

Unfortunately for you, Grogu also has some strange food preferences (like father like son). You've seen him eat a frog more than once! But he, like you, thinks that soup with live 'octopus' is not normal!

That's why you forced Din to add a kitchen to your little house on Nevarro.

"Yes, Din, we need a kitchen!"

And you like cooking, especially for Grogu, who always accompanies you in the kitchen, because this little one is always hungry. But Din appreciates your cooking too, and you know it when he sneaks up behind you while you're cooking and gives you a sweet kiss on the cheek.

🥗 Marcus Pike

Marcus loves cooking for you! And he's great at it, he just needs to have time for it. He used to order takeaway food very often, but not because he didn't like cooking, because he didn't have time.

But since you became his wife, he slowed down, wanting to focus more on family life. Cooking is his form of love language.

Sometimes you even have to force him out of the kitchen and tell him that this time you will make dinner. But even then, Marcus will offer to help you with cleaning and washing the dishes.

Marcus loves experimenting in the kitchen. He doesn't always get everything right, but you always praise him because you love seeing his happy smile and his eyes shining with joy.

If you get pregnant, Marcus will fulfill your strangest kitchen whims.

🧇 Javi G

Javi (like Oberyn) never had to learn to cook, he always had cooks or could afford expensive catering. However, Javi is not against cooking, especially if it makes you happy.

Just tell him what kind of dishes you like. Italian? Mexican? Chinese? No problem. Javi will hire a top chef to give him a cooking lesso.

Then he will proudly cook you your favorite dish. He will watch with impatience and nervousness as you take your first bite. When you tell him that something is delicious, Javi will go crazy with joy.

Of course, he won't finish with just one dish. After all this is Javi! Your hyperactive, passionate husband. So you can count on lots of interesting dishes cooked with love.

But of course Javi will also take you to expensive restaurants. Sometimes he just wants to spend more time with you and hold your hand while you wait for someone else to cook for you.

For the first time, I am ready to cheat on my husband Oberyn with my husband Jack or with Marcus… Oberyn, don't look at me like that, if it weren't for the servants, we would eat fried scorpions every day…

Pernament tag list: @harriedandharassed

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urfavoritegirlfailure15 · 1 month

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the vibe i bring to the party

#pedro pascal #javier peña #oberyn martell #agent whiskey #joel miller #frankie morales #dave york #dieter bravo #dio morrissey #the manadalorian

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luckydiorxoxo · 7 months

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Pedro Pascal has appeared on the SAG-AFTRA picket line. @nancydrewwouldnever

#pedro pascal #the last of us #the manadalorian #sag afra strike

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a-random-pillow · 2 years

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I'm excited for when the Ashoka Show drops for many resones but one of the funnier ones is the pure chaos. So the fans of Star Wars who only watch the live action stuff are gonna see Ezra and Thrawn then go look for a content on them... and they are going to be VERY confused.

"Who the hell is Eli Vanto and why do we ship him with Thrawn?"

"ASHOKA DIED????"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THRAWN KNEW VADER WAS ANAKIN"

"EZRA CAN TIME TRAVEL???!?!"

Like they'll be so confused! It'll be great! Then we are gonna get more Rebels content and life will be great.

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starwars-stories-annoymous · 1 year

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A Kenobi

You had spent a while traveling with the Mandolorian and his adopted son. He’d picked you up after a job on Dantooine. He’d stayed with a few days when it was time to leave Grogu made it clear you had to come with. Din was skeptical until he watched you with a blaster. You were lethal yet kind-hearted. If he knew why you were that gifted with a blaster, you weren’t sure if he’d stay around.

You tried not to think too much about the war, and the part you had played. The friends you let down. The friends who didn’t even try to find you. How he’d never tried to find you. But the past was the past. You couldn’t hold onto it forever, but you also knew it would catch up with you eventually. You just didn’t think it would catch up with you this quickly though.

You stood behind Din as the dark troopers tried to get to you all. Everyone in the Room aimed their blaster at the doors. Then you saw it. An X-Wing.

“One X-Wing? Great we’re saved,” said Kara.

“Incoming craft identify yourself,” said Bo.

Then you felt it. Felt him. While the bond between you had dimmed over the years, you knew it was him. Grogu seemed to also feel his presence. Then it all made sense Grogu had called him here. You felt goosebumps cast their way down your arm. You gasped softly. Din noticed. The dark troopers paused their assault outside.

“Why’d they stop?” asked Cara.

Din looked at you and the kid. He knew you knew something. On the screen, a cloaked figure began to attack the dark troopers with a lightsaber.

“A Jedi?” gasped Bo Katan.

Din looked over. Moff Gideon took the distraction as an opportunity to shoot at Bo Katan he then aimed his blaster at Grogu. Din leaped in front of him shielding him with his beskar.

“Drop it,” threatened Fennec.

All weapons were trained on Gideon. You reached Grogu brushing your hand over his head. Cara knocked out Gideon with her blaster. Grogu walked over to the screen placed his tiny hand on the screen he glanced briefly at you. Din’s eyes were on both of you. You moved closer to Grogu.

“You called him here––didn’t you?” you said.

He cooed in response. You sighed grabbing his other little hand. As the cloaked figure took out the last of the dark troopers Grogu looked directly at Din and whined trying to communicate with him. Din seemed to understand as he lifted him up Grogu’s hand slipping out of yours.

“Open the doors,” said Din.

“Are you crazy?” asked Fennec

“Do it,” you said. You didn’t miss the slight shake in it.

Din looked back at you. He wanted to ask what was wrong but this was not the time. He placed Grogu in a chair and hit the button for the doors. You moved closer to Din and sighed out of anxiety. Time to confront your past.

He walked in through the doors. Hood up with a green lightsaber in his grip. You dreaded him taking that hood off. The glow of his saber reflected off Din’s beskar. He deactivated his lightsaber and placed it back on his belt. He reached up and tossed the hood back. There he was in all his glory. Luke Skywalker. Grogu peeked out behind the chair.

“Are you a Jedi?” asked Din.

“I am,” Luke said.

His gaze met yours. A frown took over his features. He had changed. The all-black was not a bad look for him, but it was different from how you remembered him. Din glanced between the two of you. You tried to mask your emotions, but they were festering beneath.

“I didn’t think our paths would ever cross again,” he said.

“You thought or you hoped,” you said.

“Y/n,” he said softly, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what exactly Luke? You left me to die.”

“I thought you’d come back, Y/n you have to believe that.”

“I’m sorry,” interrupted Cara, “You two know each other? Wow Y/n, I didn’t think you knew any Jedi.”

“They don’t know do they?” asked Luke.

“Luke––” you warned.

“Know what? Mesh’la what is he talking about?” asked Din.

Luke kept his gaze trained on you. You glared in return. Everything was about to come out in the open.

“You don’t know who she is do you?”

“She’s Y/n L/n,” said Fennec, “What else do you wanna know?”

“No. Not L/n––”

“Luke––stop.”

“Kenobi. Her name is Y/n Kenobi.”

Bo Katan gasped. Everyone’s eyes were trained on you.

“And she’s a Jedi like her father before her.”

Silence enveloped the room. The only stare you worried about was Din. Your Din. You knew without being able to see his face that the trust that you’d built was now obliterated. Luke looked away from you glancing at Grogu. He held his hand out to him.

“Come little one,” said Luke.

Grogu gazed at you and Din. He was asking for permission to leave.

“He doesn’t want to go with you,” said Din.

“He’s asking for your permission,” said Luke, “he is strong with the force, a talent without training is nothing. I will give my life to protect the child.”

Luke looked at you at that part a hint of regret passed through his blue eyes.

“ But he will not be safe til masters his abilities.”

Din picked Grogu up holding him tenderly,

“Go on,” he said. Voice soft like velvet. “That’s who you belong with. He’s one of your kind.”

Din looked at you holding silently communicating to come here. You brushed against cold beskar and grabbed onto one of Grogu’s hands.

“We’ll see you again,” Din spoke.

“We promise,” you finished.

Grogu slipped his hand out of yours and brushed it against the bottom of your chin. He reached out again this time to Din. He swept his little hand against the helmet. Din carefully reached up to the helmet––you gasped and turned around refusing to look at him.

“Alright pal,” his voice unmodulated, “it’s time to go. Don’t be afraid.”

You turned slightly glancing at the back of Din’s head. A head you had only seen or felt in the dark of the Razor Crest. He set Grogu down and it was clear the kid was sad to go. You then heard familiar beeping––R2. Grogu seemed to recognize him. R2 beeped at the sight of you. You smiled.

“Hello R2,” you said.

“You could come with us, Y/n. You could come home.”

You sighed. You knew he’d say that. Knew he’d ask you to go home. Back with him. Back to Han and Leia. And while a part of you missed them you couldn’t forget what he’d done.

“I am home Luke,” you said stepping back towards Din.

He sighed. Luke pulled something off of his belt. Your lightsaber. He stepped towards you placing it in your hand. His touch lingered for a moment.

“I’ll see you again Y/n. I feel it in the force.”

You said nothing just taking your saber. Luke reached down and lifted Grogu in his arms. He looked at you and Din who now stood right beside you a tear trailing down his cheek.

“May the force be with you.”

And just like that he and the child were gone. You felt eyes on you. You looked down at the ground. Now to deal with the present. Din interlocked your hands.

“Mesh’la,” he said. Voice laced with sorrow, “Why––”

“Not here Din. Not here.”

“Yes, here,” said Bo Katan, “you’re a Kenobi. Your Obi-Wan’s daughter.”

You turned you gazed at the redhead. Before you met Din you did some digging into your past. Your mother was Satine Kyrze which made Bo your aunt.

“Who–who is your mother?” Bo asked.

“I never knew my mother,” you said “but I think you know who she was.”

Bo had removed her helmet. She reached a shaky hand up to her mouth. She maneuvered over to you and hugged you tightly. She let you go glancing at Din,

“Let’s get out of here.”

Everyone loaded up on the ship. Bo gave your shoulder a squeeze looking over at Din who had not yet put his helmet back on. You sighed. This wasn’t how you wanted him to find out. Bo walked out of the bay and headed to the flight deck leaving you and Din alone. You sat down on a nearby bench not daring to look at him. Din kneeled in front of you placing a hand on your thigh.

“Cyar’ka, look at me,” he said.

You always loved the sound of his voice without the helmet now you feared it. Din sighed placing his gloved hand on your chin guiding you to look at him. This was the first time you’d ever seen his face. And Maker he was beautiful. Deep brown eyes searched your own. They held a warmth to them. His hair was short but slightly wavy. His nose was cute. His mouth held a slight frown to it. He was studying you.

“Cyar, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked glancing down at your saber.

“I–I was just afraid.”

“Afraid of what Cyar?”

“Afraid you’d hate me.”

Gloved hands cupped both of your cheeks holding you in place so you had no other choice but to look at him. His eyes were so sad.

“Mesh’la I could never hate you. You’re all I have left.”

Tears streaked down your face. You knew what the next question would be. “Could you have trained him?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I haven’t used the force for a few years now.”

“Because of what happened?”

You nodded as more alligator tears leaked out.

“What did happen?”

“It happened on Bespin in Clou–Cloud,” you hiccuped, “City.”

Din ran a hand through your hair while the other rested on your thigh again. He urged you to continue.

“I–it was Vader,” you shuddered, “he knew our relationship and who I was. He set a trap for Luke and me. He used our friends as bait. Luke fell out of the bottom of the tower. He escaped. But I couldn’t. I was stuck with Vader. I thought he was going to kill me. He took my saber. And placed me under arrest. I spent a few months in prison. I was supposed to be terminated. But an old friend saved me.”

“Ashoka,” Din said. “Yeah, Ashoka. She hid me somewhere safe. I wanted to go back to the rebellion but Ashoka told me they believed I was a lost cause. Even Luke. So I ran. I ran from my past. I changed my name and never looked back.”

“Cyar’ka, my sweet girl, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay it’s not entirely Luke’s fault but it still hurt.”

Din pulled you into his lap. He kept you as close as possible. His face pressed into your neck inhaling your scent.

“Cyare, I love you. “I love you more.”

“We should get married.”

You looked at him as he gazed right at you. You stroked his face. His beautiful face. “Okay,” you whispered. A smile graced your lips.

“I want to be your Riduur, Mesh’la.”

“You’ll always have me Din.”

You curled into his arms. The events of the day catching up with you. You placed your head in the crook of his shoulder slowly nodding off. He was yours. He would always be your home. Even if one member was no longer with you.

#din djarin #din djarin x y/n #luke skywalker #past luke skywalker x reader #star wars grogu #star wars #the mandolorian x you #the manadalorian #mando x reader #din dijarin x reader #kenobi!reader #force sensitive

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craftingwithamyc · 10 days

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The mandalorian and grogu illlustration

I drew this for part of art challenge #raindro on instagram

It’s drawn with a black watercolour pencil on watercolour paper

#pedro pascal #illustration #fanart #pedro pascal fanart #artwork #din and grogu #din djarin #watercolor #watercolour #watercolour pencils #the mandalorian art #the manadalorian #star wars fanart #star wars

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andi-o-geyser · 1 year

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what happens when the torturer asks me what i know and i start spouting some silly little theories on the next season of my favourite show? what then??

#yeah this is about justice league unlimited’s the question so what #i just want to study him like a bug #it is also about literally every other show i watch #so i’m going to tag all those for personal purposes 👍#andor #critical role #star wars #vox machina #tlovm #toh #the manadalorian #neverafter #the sandman #ted lasso #ofmd #severance #puppet history #stranger things #a league of their own

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whiskeyncoke-redux · 2 years

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#pedro pascal #puppy interview #buzzfeed #din djarin #the manadalorian #javi gutiérrez #javier peña #tuwomt #narcos #dave york #the equalizer 2 #ezra prospect #ezra #prospect

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trashy1turtle · 11 months

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They are so perfect

I think Star Wars has made me realise that I have a thing for helmets…

#star wars #the manadalorian #star wars the clone wars #the bad batch #boba fett #the book of boba fett #wrecker the bad batch

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pagesfromthevoid · 1 year

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Cowboy Like Me | d.d. | 11

Din Djarin x princess!reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: SMUUUUUT BABY. P in V. Oral (female receiving). Fingering. Slight dom!Din, slight possessive!Din.

Author’s Note: The thigh holster stays on during sex

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me

The Need

Din remained on his knees in front of her, taking the dagger now and returning it to its sheath.

“You seem to like your holster,” he began, taking a strap from the bag he had brought with him. She watched him curiously, hands resting in her lap. His hands searched her skirts, pushing the fabric aside to reveal the slit up her leg. His bare hand ran up from her ankle to her knee, pulling it out before him. “Figured you’d like one for the dagger too.”

She nodded, slowly standing now to allow him to buckle the piece around her bare thigh. His hands trailing over her skin, he watched as the skin raised in reaction to his touch. He wanted his mouth to cause the same feeling –wanted to press his face into her skin, and draw his name from her lips.

With the dagger strapped to her leg, peeking out from the crimson of her gown, Din felt that familiar desire building up inside him. That dagger was a symbol of what she would become –his wife, his riduur. Having accepted it, she was accepting becoming part of his life permanently. In a little over a month, all he wanted was her and he was getting just that.

“Not that it has any bearing on whether I’d marry you,” she murmured, lifting his chin to look at her. “But do I get to see what color your eyes are now?”

“When we’re married,” he promised, standing up slowly.

“And that means I can kiss you whenever I’d like?”

“Within reason.”

She hummed in response, wrapping her arms around his neck loosely. “But not right now. Because we’re not married.” He shook his head, hands resting on her waist. “Unless I put on my eye mask.”

The implication was there, and Din would be a fool if he ignored it. “Where is it?”

“Under my pillow.”

Considering his options, Din glanced between her bed and the door. Then, without warning, he lifted her into his arms and deposited her in the center of her bed. She covered her mouth, trying to be quiet so as to not alert the guards that stood outside her door. Her head fell into her pillows, her skirts fanned out around her as Din hovered over her. He reached under her pillows, grasping the silk mask and pulling it out.

Taking one last glance at her eyes, he slipped the mask on her. She adjusted it, ensuring she couldn’t see, then he lifted her hands to his helmet. She was less cautious this time, just as desperate to feel his touch as he was to feel hers, as she pulled his helmet off. He took it, setting it down on her nightstand.

His hands pulled at the straps and buckles of his armor, yanking it off as fast as he could. Which, unfortunately, was not terribly fast given that he was setting it down quietly every time he got a piece off. But eventually, he was down to his flight suit, resting between her legs as he pulled the one with the dagger up to his side. His fingers traced over the sheath and the signet before brushing her bare skin once more.

“If Credence so much as brushes against you,” he murmured, brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. His voice was low and threatening. “I want you to put this dagger into his jugular.”

She tensed under him, as if taken back by his sudden bloodthirst. But she nodded, offering a smile to try to ease the tension. “Biting worked just fine before.”

“You’re not going to put your mouth on anyone but me from now on, princess.”

As she was about to respond, he captured her lips in his, swallowing whatever comment she was about to make. She moaned into his mouth, reaching up to run her hands through his tangled curls. Their first kiss had been soft and tender, but this kiss –it was messy and desperate. Weeks of pent up tension being released finally as his hands roamed down her body. She arched into his as he pushed her breasts up, releasing her mouth only to kiss the skin exposed from her dress.

“How attached to this dress are you?” He asked, voice hoarse and low.

“Not very.”

He thanked the Maker because the neckline of the dress allowed for him to simply tear it down the front. She gasped at the sudden exposure, the dress pushed aside as he pulled the rest of it off of her and threw it to the floor. Once again, the only thing between him and her was his flightsuit and her underwear. But now –there were no open windows or doors to stop him as he pried her underwear off and threw them aside. The only thing on her now was the holster and dagger on her thigh —and Din wanted that to stay.

Trailing wet, open mouth kisses down her throat and over her chest, Din lowered himself onto the bed. Every inch of her demanded his attention, and he wanted to explore every part of her without interruption. Desperation was the only thing driving him now as he bit and licked his way down her body. She was trying so hard to be quiet, covering her mouth with her hand as he ran his tongue over one nipple –the other pinched between his thumb and finger as he pulled.

“Oh, Maker –please,” she begged, voice muffled by her hand.

He switched now, repeating the motion, before trailing more burning kisses down her stomach. It flexed under his touch, causing her to arch her back but he held her down as he pushed himself further down the bed. It was when his nose bumped against her clit –just barely –that she jolted. But Din wouldn’t let her move, keeping her pinned under his arm as he pressed his lips against the bundle of nerves. Glancing up at her, he grinned as she covered her face with her hands and bit her lip, trying to keep from crying out.

Din pressed his lips to her inner thigh, dragging them up until his mouth was pressed against her very core. With a quick flick of his tongue, he licked a strip up, savoring how sweet she was in his mouth. Her hand covered her mouth, biting the side of her palm, trying not to reveal what was happening behind her bedroom door. He spread her wider, allowing both a better view and more room as his tongue delved into her folds, taking in every ounce of her that he can. Her hands found his head, tugging at his hair as her hips chased his touch.

Soon, he brought his hand up, mouth still on her clit as he runs a single finger over her folds. She writhed under his touch, whispering her pleas for him to keep going, to please touch me. His finger slid inside with ease, and the feeling of her tightening around just that was intoxicating. Still sucking on her clit, building the pressure there, he slipped another finger inside and he couldn’t hold her down as he steadily started to pump the digits in and out. Her grip on his hair tightened, hips moving against his hand, a silent plea to keep going. But he could tell she was close –and he wasn’t ready to exhaust her yet.

Pulling his fingers from her –prompting a desperate whine as she fell back against the bed –Din moved to hover over her once more. She grabbed his chin, slick with her, and pulled him into a heated kiss. He groaned into it, feeling as she licked herself from his tongue.

“I need you,” he admitted, pulling from the kiss to rest his forehead against hers. His hips ground into hers, revealing how bad off he was for her.

“I’m yours, Din.” Her hands deftly felt for his chest, taking a fistful of his suit and pulling him closer to her. Her legs wrapped around his hips, drawing him in. “Only yours.”

Making quick efforts to pull the remainder of his clothing off, Din found himself between her legs once more, his aching cock in his hands as he stroked himself. His breathing was hard, ragged as he stared down at her naked body.

“If you don’t touch me soon,” she warned, her voice breathless and soft –but there was a bite to it. “I’m going to have to do it myself.”

“You’re impatient,” he countered, swatting her hand away as she reached down to, in fact, touch herself.

“I’ve been waiting for this for weeks,” she admitted, trying to sit up to make a point.

Then suddenly, Din was on his back with her straddling his waist. He was surprised for a moment, caught off guard by her new position. But his hands found her hips, pulling her down against him. He closed his eyes, catching his breath. She leaned in, kissing along his jaw, as her hand finally grasped his cock and lined it up against her. Din sucked in a breath, trying so hard not to just pull her onto him and fill her to the hilt.

But she did that for him, sinking down onto him like she was made for him. Din threw his head back, gripping her hips hard enough that he was certain they’d bruise. She bit her lip to hold back her moans, sitting up now to feel all of him inside her.

Finally, Din opened his eyes, keeping her still for several moments as he memorized the sight of her full of him. She tried moving, but he held her tight, cock buried in her while he basked in how tight she was.

“Din,” she moaned, reaching between her legs to drag her fingers over her clit. “Please.”

He flipped them over once more, bringing the leg with her dagger on it around his waist. She groaned at the change of angle, but didn’t fight him as he started a steady pace. One hand held her leg against him while the other supported his weight over her, allowing him to kiss her hard as he pulled out then slammed back in. She moaned into the kiss again, hands reaching up to grasp his shoulders as he picked up speed.

“Oh, Maker, Din,” she sighed as he trailed kisses down her throat again, taking a moment to rest his head in the crook of her neck. “Oh fuck, I love you —I-I love you so much. I’m so close —please —,”

His hips stuttered as she clenched around him, and Din swore he saw stars as she cried out his name one last time as she came. He was so close, could feel that tension building inside him. Watching her cum on him only brought it closer, until he snapped his hips forward and spilled everything into her.

Panting, Din buried his face in the crook of her neck, catching his breath as he came. She was writhing under him, overstimulated from her own climax as well as his now. But he didn’t want to leave her warmth; he wanted to stay buried in her forever.

Eventually, he pulled out, rolling onto his back. But he made sure to bring her with him, wrapping his arms around her as she laid her head against his chest. The silk of the mask was cool against his heated skin, and he briefly considered just…slipping it off her. But he knew better; he’d found loopholes in everything. He could wait just a little while longer.

“I love you, riduur,” he whispered into her hair, pressing a kiss there. “We’ll get you back home with me soon.”

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#din djarin x reader #din djarin #din djarin imagine #the mandalorian imagine #the mandolorian x reader #the manadalorian #mando x reader

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Headcanon: Who will be ready to kill for you? From most willing to least... (Pedro Pascal characters) 🔪💀☠️🩸

1. Oberyn Martell

There is no doubt here. He will kill for you without hesitation.

He has a hot temper, he is used to killing, he is highly trained, and... madly in love with you. You are his Queen.

If someone insults you, looks at you wrong, or hurts you, Oberyn will not hesitate to spear him or challenge him to a duel (and spear him.)

Be sure, he will make a show of killing for you. He will proudly show off his skills, and if the victim is unlucky, he will even torture them.

Oberyn really won't have any doubts. This is the world he lives in. He is a prince and is not afraid of consequences. For you, he will always be able to kill an entire army of people.

2. Jack Daniels (I wasn't sure here but my sweet @creedslove helped me)

Jack will do anything for his Sugar. If your safety or good honor is at stake, he will not hesitate to kill.

Let's be honest, Jack has no remorse about this. If someone threatens, hurts, or insults you, they are bad. And bad people deserve to die. Easy.

Good manners dictate that he must take care of and protect his Sugar.

Of course, he may not do it in a very spectacular way, but he will definitely use the skills he acquired in the agency.

If necessary, he will falsify evidence and suddenly your ex-boyfriend will turn out to be a dangerous terrorist who had to be eliminated.

Jack has no qualms about threatening others with death in his typical Southern way ;)

3. Dave York

He won't hesitate to kill for you either. For example, your abusive ex-boyfriend.

But of course, he will do it secretly. After all, he is a hitman.

If you know about his profession, he will probably confess to the murder, but it may also be that he will withhold this information for your good.

But let's face it, when you find out that your ex-boyfriend drowned (and you know he was a great swimmer), you'll figure it out.

But can you be mad at Dave? After all, he did it for you. When you tell him about your guesses...

"He'll never lay a hand on you again." Dave will whisper into your hair and kiss your forehead.

But there are also murders you don't know about. For example, that guy who was aggressive in the bar...

4. Joel Miller

Here it all depends on which Joel we are talking about. After the outbreak Joel or no outbreak Joel.

Post-pandemic Joel is of course willing to kill for you. Mainly to protect you.

It's obviously not something he's proud of, but that's the world you live in. Sometimes there is no choice. If he doesn't want you to be raped or killed, then he has to reject humanity. And he does it for you, he kills without blinking an eye.

If someone insults you or is aggressive, Joel may not kill him, but he is definitely ready to break the guy's jaw or stab him in the knee.

As for no outbreak Joel, the situation is different here. Joel won't kill for you... Not that he doesn't want to, but it's clear that he doesn't want to go to prison.

But you can certainly count on the fact that he will often scare someone who behaves inappropriately towards you.

5. Din Djarin

Well, Din is a bounty hunter. He knows how to kill and if necessary, he will kill for you too.

But it won't be something he will enjoy and he won't do it for a trivial reason.

If you are in serious danger, he will definitely not hesitate to use his blaster. But don't count on him killing someone for you out of revenge.

Of course, this doesn't mean he won't threaten other people. He's good at making threats.

So if someone is bully or aggressive towards you, he will definitely hear Din's icy modulated voice:

"You can leave this place being warm... or you can leave this place being cold."

6. Javier Peña

Javier is ready to kill for you, but because of his job, he knows he can't do it.

However, he won't hesitate to threaten your ex-boyfriend with a gun if he doesn't understand that you don't want to be with him anymore.

Javier can be aggressive and won't hesitate to use his fists to make sure no one hurts or insults his cariño.

However, the situation may be slightly different if the person who threatened you was a sicario. Javier may not kill him directly, but he will use all his connections to neutralize the threat.

And of course, he won't hesitate to kill if you're in danger. If someone kidnaps you, Javier will put the entire DEA and CIA on their feet and get a military helicopter to save you.

And when you're safe in his arms, he won't regret what he did, not even for a moment.

7. Frankie Morales

This is another man who has killed before. Frankie knows how to pull the trigger, but... He's in serious trouble because of it. He dreams of dead people at night and wakes him up with nightmares.

That's why Frankie would be willing to kill for you, but only if there was no other option. If your life was in danger.

He is also not a fan of making threats. He prefers to avoid conflicts, but of course, that doesn't mean he can't look menacing and throw a murderous look.

Of course, you will always be safe with him. Frankie knows how to fight and in case of trouble, he is always ready to use his military skills.

8. Marcus Pike

Marcus, of course, is not very willing to kill someone for you. He's an FBI agent, of course, he knows how to kill and has seen death more than once, but that's why he does everything legally.

He is also not a fan of making threats. Of course, you can feel safe with him.

It's not that Marcus can't be aggressive and combative. He just always tries to think things through and doesn't get emotional.

If your ex-boyfriend harasses you, Marcus will encourage you to report it to the police.

But of course, in a situation of danger, Marcus is ready to take out his gun to stand between you and the threat. And if it's absolutely necessary, he'll shoot.

9. Javi G

Javi is sweet, we all know that. But he's also not afraid to defend you, but killing someone is definitely out of his league.

He may threaten someone with a gun because he can play a dangerous role, but he would really be the last one to kill for you.

If you were in danger, Javi would simply hire an army of bodyguards and never leave your side. And of course, he would carry a gun. However, if he had to shoot, he would probably aim for his opponent's legs or arm.

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