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#Din x y/n
groguspicklejar · 11 months
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Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader
Summary: Din would do anything to keep any outside threat from touching his clan.
Warnings: Mostly fluff, mentions of expanding a clan, slightly steamy, helmetless!Din, Grogu being a menace frogs were devoured, blood, sniper, protective!Din, slightly unhinged!Din (only briefly).
A/N: Took me a lot longer than I intended, but here we are. @sofasoap This is for you❤️ Happy Star Wars Day✨
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It’s a cute house.
Small and cosy. With a wide backyard you know your son is going to enjoy taking advantage. No neighbours for miles, and you’re sure your husband is going to thoroughly appreciate not having random people bother him at any given time of the day.
It’s a really cute house. A new beginning for your little family.
“Do you like it?” Din asks from behind you as you quietly walk through the door, taking in the interior.
He can’t see it yet but you’re already smiling. Beaming with joy. You don’t remember ever being this happy in your entire life. It is everything you could’ve ever dreamed of and so much more.
You were going to have to thank Karga later for this wonderful gift.
You feel your husband’s solid armour pressing at your beck, his arms wrapping around you with a gentle strength. “Riduur?”
The word jolts you out of your reverie. You lean into his embrace, restraining the urge to laugh in utter glee. You just have so much to say, so many thank you’s lining your tongue all at once.
Instead, your head shifts enough so you can press your lips on the side of his Beskar helm. “It’s perfect.”
“Are you sure?” You can hear the genuine worry in his voice. It was the need for him to have everything in place. “We can change a few things if you want.”
He’s always like this. Stoic on the outside, but secretly wracked with nerves if you wouldn’t like something. But anything he always gives you is always heartfelt and therefore, it is perfect just the way it is.
However, you tap your chin whilst pretending to contemplate. “Maybe the couch… or the curtains.”
As expected, he’s already backtracking. He releases his arms around you in an instant. “We can go right now–”
“Din, I’m kidding.” You turned around, giggling as you threw your arms around his neck. He was so easy to mess with sometimes. “This…”
The house. The child. The peace. Him. All of it. These are the things you didn’t think you would ever attain after Moff Gideon resurfaced. But after facing the impossible, after defeating him and his army, you can finally rest assured, knowing that nothing and no one can hurt you and your little family again.
“This is all I’ve ever dreamed of from the moment I fell in love with you.”
And you fell hard. You don’t think you can imagine your future with anyone else. The mere thought alone doesn’t sit right with you and you hope you never have to face the possibility of such a reality.
“You and me.” Your fingers trace the edge of his helm. “And a few little warriors running around our house as we grow old together.” His grasp tightens around you in agreement. “It’s all coming true now.”
“Part of it.” he says, glancing around. “We have the house, but…”
“But?” your brows raise in question.
“We only have one little warrior.” Heat floods your cheeks at his words.
This wasn’t something you and him have not spoken about before. Din has made it known that Mandalorians were raised with the ideals of family centred around them. And he has made it known that he wasn’t against the idea of expanding his clan. In fact, he was eager.
“What are you suggesting?” you asked slowly, smiling.
The heat of his gaze simmers lowly as he slowly backs you further into your new home. A slow progression of desire building between you and him that is only going to implode somewhere in the near future. 
“I think…” He unhurriedly pulls the helmet off and you can finally see the heat in his brown eyes. It drops to the floor when the curve of his nose brushes against yours and you can feel the warmth of his breath against yours. “The little womp rat needs a sibling.”
 “Or two.” You peck his lips. “Maybe three.”
A second later, his lips press against yours. It’s slow, heated, melting into your bones. You don’t hesitate to lace your fingers through his soft hair. He hums into your mouth as he clings to you, murmuring, “or four” into your mouth. 
You were right about one thing. Din is really going to appreciate having no neighbours.
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Karga thoroughly enjoyed the fresh pastries you baked with your brand-new oven. 
“Keep feeding me like this and I'm going to grow larger by the day.” He bites into another cupcake while you laugh.
“You eat almost as much as the kid.” Din adds next to you, making you laugh harder while Karga almost chokes.
It's true. The only person who loved your sweet pastries more than Karga and Din was your son. Grogu never wastes a second to ‘help’ you in the kitchen when you’re baking, when really he’s just waiting for the chance to lick the batter off the spoon when you’re not looking. He is currently sleeping through a sugar coma in his floating pod.
In the midst of fixing his pillow, you glance around the small cafe to see an abundance of people. Some faces you were familiar with, but most were new.
You smile when you think about how different Nevarro is, compared to a few years ago. This little town is thriving in the best way possible. You were going to like it here.
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Din doesn’t think he’s going to like it here.
There’s too many new eyes, too many unfamiliar faces. Granted, crime rates had lowered significantly after the scum of the earth was cleared out from this town, a lot more people came to settle down here.
Of course, that’s not a bad thing. It really isn’t.
But why is it that every time a strange face looks at you a certain way, alarm bells ring in his head?
He doesn’t want to be paranoid. However, he has been a bounty hunter for years. And if those years have taught him something, it is to always trust his gut.
And his gut is telling him that one of the new residents of Nevarro does not have the best intentions. For that, Din hardly catches a wink the following nights.
There's always that nagging feeling at the back of his mind that he's being watched. Or worse… you're being watched.
It's midnight when he sits next to you on the bed and watches you sleep. His bare fingers gently graze your cheek, careful not to stir you awake. That's one of the things he regrets; you quickly become a light sleeper because of him. Never felt safe enough to fall into a deep sleep when you know that someone with malicious intent might be lurking nearby.
Din hopes your sleep pattern might change back to the way it was before. He wants you to rest now. To be as comfortable as possible.
Your steady breaths are gentle waves washing his guilt away.  It soothes him in a way. Your peace. The lack of fear or worry. It makes him feel like after all the hell you went through while you were travelling with him, he's finally done something right to make you feel safe.
This little home on the outskirts of town is all he wanted for the kid and for you. A place where his clan can finally settle down and take root without any risks.
But this precious dream of his is being threatened again.
If he could allow himself to give into the thought of taking off his armour and lying down next to you, he would. But the pestering sensation of being shadowed by outsiders won't go away.
He reluctantly draws his hand away from you and puts his gloves back on. He makes sure the windows are locked and goes to the other room to ensure that Grogu is safe as well. The baby is just as blissfully unaware of the dangers outside as you are.
Din is determined to keep it that way for tonight.
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“Staring is rude, you know.” you mutter behind your book before taking a sip of your juice.
Din tenses. “I’m not staring.”
“Maybe not at me.” You hum, your eyes crinkling as you turn another page. “The man behind me seems to be unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of your ire.”
He hates that you’re so perceptive. Your eyes are still drawn to the ink on the page, but it feels like you can see right through his armour. Din knows that you can most days.
The man sitting in the booth behind you isn’t as subtle as he thinks he is. Another stranger in town, another new Resident of Nevarro. This one claims to be here to start a new business. Something about selling rare droid parts. Din claims bantha shit. Karga would’ve told him about it yesterday at lunch.
This particular individual’s presence doesn’t sit well with him. Din isn’t sure he likes the way he looks at you.
“Only because he’s either trying to see what exactly you’re reading or he’s spying on you.” Both options make him burn with barely contained rage.
He hates this. After all that he’s been through to make sure his little family is alive and happy, it all amounted to nothing because this one person is making him feel uncomfortable in the one place where he’s supposed to be safe.
“Should we go back home?” You close your book and reach into the floating pod next to you, gently adjusting Grogu’s clothes so you can get a better look at him. “I think the kid’s had enough sunshine for today.”
The kid fell asleep not long ago. A couple of hours of frolicking around wiped him out.
Din stands up and helps you gather your bag. The pod is sealed shut and when he is sure it’s secured, his hand never leaves the small of your back as you make your way out of the cafe.
All while he is overly aware of your stalker’s eyes boring a hole in the back of his head.
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He’s not surprised when Axe Wolves tells him that the man is a spy for what was left of Moff Gideon’s forces. Apparently the man claims to be starting a fresh page by settling on Nevarro. At least that’s what he told the entire town. If Din’s instincts didn’t scream imposter every time he looked at this man, he almost might believe him.
Almost.
The Mandalorians that had stayed behind on Nevarro mobilized immediately when Din voiced his concerns. They fully supported him, as they were also worried about their safety if they didn’t stay on guard.
Din should warn Bo-Katan. He doesn’t like the idea of more Imperials on Mandalore. One army of them was one army too many. The Empire had done everything it possibly could to destroy that planet and everything to do with it.
“From what we’ve gathered, he’s been scoping Gideon’s abandoned lab.” says Koska. “Amongst other places.”
Abandoned. But not forgotten. Karga hadn’t gotten around to clearing out that base and utilising the land for expanding more of the town. If the late Moff’s spies are still sniffing around, obviously, there must be something worth looking for there.
“Other places?” Din looks at him.
His lungs already constrict when he thinks about you and Grogu. You’re both at home, probably relaxing your worries away. He can already imagine you; laying down with a book in hand while watching over a sleeping baby with a serene expression. If there was someone watching you–
“We think he’s been spying on your home too.” Din’s jaw clenched tightly. “Given that it’s located in a remote area, I’d say he’s planning for an ambush.”
He didn’t need to hear another word. He was already on his way back to the house.
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For all of the men he’s killed, this one brought out a certain maddening rage within him that he didn’t bother to temper once Koska was done getting information out of him.
The same man from the cafe had been terrified when he was caught. It didn’t take much for him to start talking. Gideon’s most loyal soldiers, those that survived anyway, needed resources. He was only sent there to see if the abandoned lab on Nevarro still had anything worth salvaging. And he was also told of a Mandalorian who lived outside the perimeter of the town. That he has a wife and child.
“I wasn’t gonna do anything, I swear!” he panted harshly after coughing up blood. Din had enjoyed torturing him. “I was just told to spy on them!”
The man’s hands were cuffed behind his back as he knelt against the rocky ground. His hair was dusty and skin was stained with blood from being kicked and beaten half to death. He was found not too far away from the house outside the town, laying against a rock with one eye closed. The other looked through the scope of a rifle.
The target? You. Enjoying a cup of chocolate milk on the porch as you watch Grogu hunt for frogs.
“Really?” Koska’s sarcastic barb. She dropped a bag with his belongings and held up one pouch. It clinked when she shook it. “Sounds like you got paid a lot more than to just spy.”
“I’m guessing that’s only half of it.” Axe scoffs, shaking his head. “He was going to collect the other half to get the job done.”
He would know that. Any experienced mercenary would.
If Din had been a second late, he would’ve returned home to find the scene of a crime. He would've lost you or the kid or worse. This world would've come crashing down.
Axe faces him, raising an eyebrow. “What do you think we should do with him, Din?”
What should he do? What he was already planning to do. He already knows what he's going to do to anyone who threatens the life that he's built here. To anyone who threatens you and Grogu.
“I think…” Din draws his vibroblade. The prisoner's eyes widened significantly, and it fills him with a sick satisfaction.“We should make an example out of him.”
Finally, for once, he gets to dole out justice. Rid the galaxy of one less vile monster. Make your world a little safer.
“If the others want to try something stupid, then they should know that there are consequences.”
Axe and Koska regard him carefully before both of them break into slow smirks. All three Mandalorians look at the prisoner.
A man, scared and helpless. Almost hard to believe that he was ready to stain his hands with the blood of a mother and her child. A family that had nothing to do with him. Innocent blood. Scum like him are lower than dirt.
He is not going to live past today.
And he knows it.
“No…” He shakes his head in denial, trying to crawl back away from them. “No, please–”
“Riduur?” Your sweet voice is all he could hear when he holds you in the dark. “Everything okay?”
He arrived home in the middle of the night after a successful hunt with Axe and Koska. He found you in Grogu’s room, making sure that his window was closed so that the midnight chill doesn’t bother him.
The fury of his violence still burns hot in his veins. It still occurs to him that you could’ve died today. That your life would’ve been cut short. He still wants to go back to that corpse, the one strung high on a pole for intruders to see and do even more damage than what was already done.
He wants Gideon’s remaining allies to see what he’s capable of. How far he’ll go to protect his clan. And how much farther he’ll go to avenge it if it ever comes to that. Din prays it’ll never have to come to that.
“It will be soon.” His embrace tightens.
He has no intention of ever being the cause of your distress. And he'll be damned if he lets anyone try to hurt you or his son ever again.
Your fingers graze the side of his helm. He's almost startled by your gentle tone, “Is this blood?”
“It’s not mine.” He did not realize how hollow he felt until he heard his own voice.
This entire ordeal drained him. Worrying over you. Finding the intruder and making sure he took his last breath. All of this rage, this despair flooding his chest, it’s taking more of a toll on him than he thought.
It doesn’t, however, mean he’s ever going to stop being on the lookout for any more threats. Karga is going to have to monitor any more incoming settlers and visitors to prevent this from happening again.
You’re quiet for a moment before you make a rhetorical inquiry, “Do I even want to know?”
Din removes his gloves behind your back and picks you up. You make no qualms as you allow him, legs wrapping around his waist and hands clinging to his neck as he carries you.
“I’ll tell you later.” 
If you have any worries about the blood staining his armour, you give no confessions. You, instead, lay your head against his shoulder. He feels your ease, your lack of judgement or resistance. You know that whatever it is he had to do, it was for the clan’s safety.
He holds you closer that night in bed. The violent fury slowly disintegrates with each kiss and each caress. Every second of the night, you fill the hollow space in his heart. You whisper to him, thanking him for protecting you and the child. For taking care of both of you.
His heart is content knowing that you would rather ride the stormy seas with him than sail in smooth waters with anyone else. All his life, he never would’ve imagined he’d come this far. He had always pictured dying on a battlefield with either a blaster or a blade in his hand.
But this? This is far better.
It’s the prettiest picture you’ve granted him. And he’ll cherish it for the rest of his life and beyond that.
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kyberblade · 1 year
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Just Need You (Din x Reader)
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A/N: Okay. This turned into waaayyyyyy more than I expected but once it started it just kept coming, and I…. I kinda love it? Like for real? These two are a mess and I’m kind of obsessed with them. (Also, thank you, Anon, for being my first Mando request and for sending a request at all! You made me happy dance, you have no idea.)
Anon asked: “Hey babes, can you do a Mando x reader where the reader is a bounty hunter and leaves the ship to complete a mission and is only supposed to be gone a few hours but they’re gone all night and Din starts to panic and the next morning they show up slightly injured sand Din completely loses it and he was so scared then feels guilty? (fluff and ANGST) (sorry this is long!)”
I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is a warning in and of himself in this one. Typical show violence. Space swearing. Arguing? Mentions of injury, brief mention of blood, stitches. Mando’a.
Word count: 4,014 (I’m this person now, okay?)
Thank you to @fordo-kixed-rex​, @grippingbeskar​, and @dontletyourchildrenwatchthis​ for reading this over for me and letting me know I’m not crazy.
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“It’ll only be a few hours,” you grumbled, shoving another blaster in your belt from the weapons locker.
“Do you know anything about this planet?”
You rolled your eyes, grabbing a vibroblade to tuck into your boot. “I know it’s hot.” Reaching for a thermal detonator, a gloved hand came out to grab your wrist, stopping you just short, your fingers barely scraping along its surface. With a sigh you turned your head to your left to find the Mandalorian’s helmet inches from your face.
“I’m serious,” he said in a low voice, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly.
“So am I,” you whispered. “Mando, I’m fine. I’ve done this a few times.” He scoffed at your sarcastic remark, making you smirk. When he released your wrist, you grabbed the detonator, fixing it to the back of your belt. “Besides, like I said, this’ll be easy. In and out. This guy’s not particularly dangerous, just a bail jumper. Probably won’t even get a scratch.”
He grunted. “And when you come back limping, what do I get? Hmmm?”
You crossed your arms over your chest, leveling a flat glare on him. “That’s just rude.”
“What?” He asked innocently, holding his hands out to the sides. “I’m not saying he would hurt you. I’m saying you’re known to…. Trip. A lot.”
After a loaded moment where you two just stared in silence, the only sound the child ambling down the ladder from the cockpit, you turned to the ramp, grumbling, “I’m going now.”
Pulling the lever to release the ramp, you stood at the top as it lowered, feeling the wall of beskar hovering closer and closer behind you until finally the modulated voice taunted by your ear, “Good luck.”
A wave of hot air rolled up into the Crest, making Grogu scrunch his face and babble as he tried to scale his guardian's armor.
Din bent down and scooped up the child, cradling him in his arms and shaking his head as the little green ward squinted at the bright sunlight pouring in the now open hull. Bringing his visor back up to meet your gaze as you made last minute adjustments to your belt, he tilted his head to the side just slightly before he added, “You’re gonna need it.”
With a roll of your head to face back toward the unforgiving landscape, you began down the ramp, disappearing in the glare of the sun beating down on the barren tundra.
Tugging the lever to close the ship back up, the Mandalorian turned to the child in his arms as he cooed softly. Letting out a sigh, his shoulders rolling forward slightly as he still held on to the lever with one hand, he let his head fall forward toward the kid. “I know. I know, I miss her already too, little guy. But don’t worry. She’s gonna be okay.” Bringing the hand down from the lever to rest comfortingly on the child’s front, Din patted it distractedly. “And she’ll be right back.”
Xxx
A few hours had come and passed while Din worked on a handful of odd repairs around the ship. He was currently under the control panel in the cockpit, laying on his back as he fiddled with the wiring under the console. 
Grogu was playing with his ball in the copilot's chair, chittering happily about something or other. 
Looking down toward the child, Din sighed, pulling Grogu’s attention to him. “Don’t worry. She’s just running a little late. That’s all.”
The kid tilted his head as he hummed questioningly at the Mandalorian. “She’s just a little late,” Din repeated, a bit more forcefully. “That’s all.” Looking back up at the mess of wiring overhead, he stared at it absently, his voice quiet. “Don’t worry.”
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More time had passed, it was the middle of the night, and Din began to pace. There wasn’t anything left on the ship to fix to occupy his time. Well, there was, but it would take hours, and you’d be back soon, probably needing to take off as soon as possible, so he didn’t want to get tied up in that.
The kid blinked blearily from a nearby crate, watching his protector pace back and forth as he ate from a ration pack. He paused his snacking, offering a warm, “Patu!” when the Mandalorian stopped for a moment. Grogu grinned when the shiny visor turned toward him soundlessly, beginning to babble aimlessly as he reached back into the ration pack to pull out a piece to offer to his friend, extending it as far as his little arms could go.
“Thanks, kid,” Din mumbled, taking the dried whatever it was and lifting his helmet just enough to take a small bite. He hummed in satisfaction once the modulator was back in place, the child grinning like he’d solved a dire problem for a world at war.
And in a way, Din guessed he had. It offered him peace, if only for a moment. His mind found rest, some silence for a beat, long enough to get some perspective, long enough to take a breath, and tamp down the worry niggling away at him under his armor. 
It was an unfamiliar feeling to him, worry. Something he’d not really experienced until the child, and something he didn’t altogether quite understand. He’d been in worrying situations before, but this was different. It was removed from him. It was for something outside of himself, his control, and it drove him crazy. 
You drove him crazy. 
Absolutely insane.
….and he loved it.
With you gone, something was missing. Some part of him, some piece that made up the rest of him was lost, and it was like he couldn’t settle, couldn’t find any semblance of peace until you were…. Home.
He didn’t know when or how the Crest had become home, much less when you had joined that picture, but there it was.
He needed you home.
He needed you back.
He needed you….
Just needed you.
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The child was asleep in the bunk, sealed away as Din rearranged the weapons locker for probably the seventy fifth time, or something near there, it felt like. The open spots for the weapons you’d taken out yesterday glaringly obvious no matter how he rearranged things.
With another long sigh, he moved to open the ramp, and he watched as a brilliant sunrise peeked through, streaking the reflective surfaces of the Crest in shades of pink and orange.
He’d sighed enough to sail a ship across the seas on Kamino, he thought bitterly. Every huff of air an attempt to release pent up emotions, something longing in his chest, but all it did was fog up the inside of his visor. ….Which made him sigh in frustration, doing it again, and it was a whole cycle.
A figure appeared on the horizon, and his spine straightened, attention on full alert. He hoped it was you, but since it was well past when you’d said, there was no telling at this point.
The outline looked closer much faster than anticipated, and it was then he heard the hum of a speeder engine begin to whir closer. Hand going to rest on his blaster, he drew it slowly, aiming at the rapidly approaching stranger as he pressed a button on the side of his helmet to zoom in with his display.
A fog had rolled in, concealing the features of the person atop the speeder, but something in his chest began to constrict when he thought it looked a lot like you.
As the speeder swooped to a stop in front of the ramp, Din took a cautious step forward, blaster raised and aimed as he switched the safety off. 
The figure astride the vehicle hopped off, stumbling slightly before pushing themselves up using the seat of the bike for leverage, grunting as they went. Taking a few wobbling steps toward the ramp, finally the figure stepped out of the fog enough for Din to see who it was, and his throat was suddenly so dry, he could barely croak out your name.
You huffed out a breathy laugh before grimacing and grabbing your right side with your hand. “I know I’m late, but, kriff, it’s no reason to shoot me, Mando.” Moaning, you slumped with your back against the speeder, head tilted back as you winced. “Actually, go ahead. It might be better than this.” With a hiss through your teeth, you slid to the ground, landing with a plop onto the dusty earth, barely registering the rapid holstering of a blaster, the heavy footfalls of beskar quickly making their way down to you, or his hurried questions over your tight lipped groans as you were lifted from the ground.
“What’s wrong? What happened? No, kid. Get back. Go to your- kid, no.”
Opening your eyes as much as you could muster, you peeked at the kid standing at the top of the ramp, his expression drawn in concern. “I’m fine, tiny. Do what he says.” The last part of the word came out on a strangled hiss as a wave of pain jolted through you, the Mandalorian adjusting his hold under your knees and behind your back with a soft apology. 
“I must be dying. Did Mando just apologize to me?” Reaching out, you ran your hand exaggeratedly over his helmet, patting it down like it held something you’d lost. “Is this real? Am I dreaming? I’m hallucinating, aren’t I?”
“Be quiet, mesh’la,” he rumbled, setting you on the floor of the Crest before pressing a button on his vambrace to close the ramp. 
“No! No wait!” You said as strongly as you could. Reaching out you smashed the buttons on his vambrace until you found the right one, ignoring his protests, halting the ramp's upward movement. “My bag. On the speeder. The quarry…. What’s left of him….” You relaxed back onto the floor, closing your eyes.
Din shook your shoulders, making you sit up abruptly, wincing before you turned to him. “What does mesh’la mean?”
Din hesitated only a moment. “The quarry?”
You pointed at the speeder, your eyes shutting tight in pain. “He grabbed the thermal detonator. Idiot. All that I could find left of him is in that bag. I’m never using those again. The clean up isn’t worth the credits.” Turning back up to his visor with knit eyebrows, you peeked up at him. “Can we put him on ice?” You shuddered. “I don’t want to look at that bag ever again.”
Nodding, Din ran over and jumped off the ramp, grabbing your stuff off the speeder, and freezing the bag in carbonite as the ramp sealed shut behind him. You carelessly tossed your weapons to the side, mumbling about feeling heavy, so heavy….
When Din turned back from the chamber, you were slumped back against some crates, jaw hanging open limply. As he took a cautious step toward you, he realized your chest was barely moving with your shallow breaths. 
Yelling your name with no response, Din closed the last few feet left between you in seconds, sliding the last foot or so on his knees, numb to anything besides the pain in his chest at the thought of you leaving him. Not like this. 
Not today. 
No. 
“Kid!” He said determinedly, looking across your body to find Grogu already reaching out, a few inches from you. That’s all that would come out. Tilting his head to the side pleadingly, Din turned his visor back down toward your face, smoothing some hair back away from your eyes. 
Grogu understood. He always did. Putting one clawed hand on your shoulder, he closed his eyes in concentration, his already wrinkled face crinkling further. 
Din watched in amazement as color returned to your face, a dull lifeless mask having settled over it before, your eyes fluttering open as you took a deep breath.
Your eyes darted over to Din before landing on the child, wide in wonder, but you didn’t say anything. 
Reaching out, Din nudged him off of you with a gentle push of his finger. “Thanks, ad’ika.” Grogu blinked up at him in confusion. “I’ll take it from here. You rest.” Turning back to look down at you, he wagged a finger close to your face. “Don’t move.” (“Little one.”)
“Don’t think I could even if I wanted to,” you mumbled, smiling softly when he chuckled.
Getting to his feet with a quiet groan, Din got the med kit before settling back beside you. Peeling your blood soaked shirt up just enough to see the sear from the blaster shot along your side, he apologized quietly before he got to work cleaning and stitching the wound.
“You’re lucky. They just grazed you.”
“I know,” you mumbled, looking up at the ceiling of the Crest as he worked on the side of your abdomen, wincing every now and then. “Thank you. For not saying anything. I know, you warned me, I just….”
“You just….” He repeated your words back at you questioningly when you never attempted to finish the statement.
Blinking up at him a few times, you changed the subject. “You never told me what mesh’la means.”
Din just went back to sewing you up carefully, his head tilted to the side at an odd angle to see properly. Silence settled between you, and you’d accepted that’s how it would be - this was normal for him, after all - until he spoke so quietly you almost missed it.
“Beautiful.”
“Wha-”
“It means beautiful.”
Smiling softly, you winced when he pulled the thread taught. “And adi- ad- the kid? What you called him?” Stumbling over the word, you pointed to the little green face in his hammock for reference.
The Mandalorian chuckled, his voice a little louder now, but only slightly. “Little one.”
Looking at the little one, you smiled, nodding. “It fits. Speaking of,” you turned back to face your reflection in his visor. “What the hell did he do to me?”
Sucking in a sharp breath, Din paused in his work for a moment, bringing his gaze up to look at you straight on. “He’s…. Special.”
“Yeah, I’ll say,” you snorted, turning back to face the child, finding him peeking over the edge of the hammock, only from his nose up showing, and of course, his ears. Smiling, you tilted your head at him affectionately. “You could open a sideshow. Make some nice credits between quarry’s.”
“You sound like Peli,” Din grumbled. 
“Hey, that woman has wisdom, you should listen to her.” You held up a finger while speaking, sitting up straighter, only to collapse in on yourself as Din tugged the stitches tight with a grunt and began working on them again.
Another silence settled in between you, filling the spaces between breaths with something comfortable and familiar.
“Well, Mando,” you finally decided to break it. “Have you eaten?”
“The…. The child fed me.”
You hesitated. “I…. I’m sorry?”
“Yes,” he said instead, tying off the stitches as he cleared his throat, reaching for a gauze pad to cover them. “And it’s Din.”
You blinked at him, your mind failing to keep up with the last few topics, especially still struggling with the image of the tiny baby feeding the giant beskar warrior. Amusing as it was. “I’m so lost.”
The Mandalorian stayed silent as he used some adhesive to keep the pad on your side, smoothing it down gently with a gloved hand. He fumbled in the kit for something else, but you couldn’t see, your pant leg being tugged by impossibly small green hands drawing your attention away.
The child ambled up into your lap and settled, giggling when you yelped at a sharp pain in your side. Looking down you saw the Mandalorian withdrawing a bacta shot and letting your shirt fall back down to cover it before turning your fury up toward his visor. 
“My name,” he explained simply. “It’s Din.”
“That hurt!” Your face crumpled from anger to nothing. “Wait. What?”
“You heard me,” he said tiredly, but amused, as he collected the used items and the kit, taking them back over to the corner they came from. 
“I did,” you nodded, staring at the floor. “And…. Wait. What?” Looking back over at him, you groaned as you pushed yourself up with the help of some crates at your back. 
Grogu’s hand resting on your cheek instantly relieved some of the pain, pulling your focus down to him. “That will never not be amazing,” you breathed with a smile.
Din rushed over, helping you to sit on top of the boxes you’d just used as leverage.
“Sit,” you demanded, finger pointed at him. 
With a sigh, he obliged, plopping on the crate next to you gracelessly.
“Explain.”
“When I was born, my parents had to give me a moniker-”
“Don’t make me shoot you.”
With the heaviest sigh you’d heard yet, he leaned back against the hull of the Crest. He looked so tired.
When he began speaking, it was the softest voice you’d ever heard him use, and somehow that made you pay more attention than anytime he’d yelled at you in the middle of a firefight.
“When you were gone…. I realized something.”
“….Be more cryptic. Please.” You sassed when he didn’t continue after a long moment, only raising your eyebrows at him when he rolled his visor toward you with as much attitude as you had just voiced. The kid squeaked something as his own contribution, pulling your eyes down to him, and you pointed at him, nodding in agreement before looking back at Man- Din. “Yeah!”
Din couldn’t help the snort of laughter that escaped as he turned his head back to look across the lower level of the Crest at nothing in particular.
“I don’t know what I would do…. If I lost you. If I really lost you.” He looked down at his hands as he fiddled with the ends of his gloves needlessly. “I’ve…. I’ve only ever felt that way about the kid, and- and I honestly don’t know what to do with this.” He looked at you again, and somehow this time you could feel his eyes on you, not just the weight of his visor. “Don’t know how.”
Holding his gaze in silence, you let his words sink in. It’s a lot to process. In reality, it’s not much, but emotionally, you need a minute. Everything you thought you knew about this man has just been turned on its head, and you just…. Need a minute. 
When you didn’t say anything, Din nodded silently, going to rise from the crate when you reached out to stop him, hand resting over his. Opening your mouth, you stared at your reflection in his visor, then turned your face to look at the floor as if it held the words you needed.
From the corner of your eye you saw Din’s shoulders deflate, roll forward in defeat, but you put a stop to that with a squeeze of his hand in yours. Weaseling your fingers into his clenched fist to open it, you threaded them with his, holding tight while you searched for the words, using the grip as an anchor while you took a leap.
“Din,” you tried, smiling at the way it felt rolling off your tongue, enjoying the way he squeezed your hand at the sound, and his breath stuttered through the modulator.
“Din,” you said more confidently, unable to shake the smile as you go on. “There is nothing I can think of that would make me happier in the entire galaxy than anything you just told me.” Pulling your eyes up toward his visor, you looked at him through your lashes, face still down towards the floor. “When I’m here, on this piece of shit ship-”
“Watch it,” Din mumbled good-naturedly.
“-I have never felt safer or more at home anywhere in my life.” Lifting your face up to him in some insane wave of courage, you squeezed his hand again. “And whether that’s as your friend, or…. Whatever,” you tucked your face into your chest for a moment to hide the smile that’s not going anywhere. “I’m just honored to get to be a part of…. This.” You gestured around the ship then between the two of you and a sleeping Grogu in your arms with your joined hands before resting them back on his knee softly. “Din,” you mumbled around another grin, unable to shake the renewed pull of your lips no matter how you tried. “I’m honored to know you.”
After staring at one another for a long moment, Din finally shook his head in amusement, gently tugging you closer by your joined hands. “Well that’s all nice, but…. I was thinking of something a little more…. Personal.”
“Oh, thank the Force,” you said in relief, letting your eyes flutter shut as he rested his forehead against yours. “Ner cyare.” (“My beloved.”)
Din pulled away slightly, tilting his head at you in question. 
You just kept grinning. “Elek, Ni jorhaa'i Mando'a.” (“Yes, I speak Mando'a.”)
Shaking his head at you, he began to chuckle. “Mir'sheb,” he mumbled. “Then why ask me all about what I said?” (“Smartass.”)
“I just wanted to see if you would tell me. You’re always so secretive.” You narrowed your eyes at him playfully. “Plus, it also seemed kind of important to you, so I didn’t want to ruin it.”
Din tilted his head to the side as he stared at you, shaking it in disbelief and amusement. “Well, way to go with that.”
The smile wasn’t going anywhere, and you didn’t mind. “I also know Huttese, Jawaese, and- oh, what else? What would you like to hear, I’ll see if I can make it happen.”
Tilting his beskar back against your soft skin, he watched as your lashes fluttered to look up at him. Despite being so close, and not truly being able to see him through the visor, he felt like you really could. And for the first time in his life, he didn’t want to hide from that feeling. 
“I just want to hear about your hunt while we get off this hellhole,” he mumbled, standing and lifting the child from your arms. Tucking him into his hammock before sealing him in, he turned back to find you standing at the ladder to the cockpit, looking at it like it’d wronged you. “What’s wrong?”
Looking up into his visor, you pouted. “I don’t think I can get up there with these stitches pulling against me the whole way up.”
“Oh, come on,” he teased, touching his forehead to yours one more time briefly simply because he could now, then turning you to face the ladder and mumbling right into your ear as he crowded in behind you. “You just got shot today, and you’re complaining about stitches?”
“I’m not complaining, it’s a genuine concern,” you mumbled, fighting another grin trying to tug up the corners of your lips.
“Well, don’t be concerned,” he lilted, taking a step closer and making you begin up the ladder with nowhere left to go but up. “I’m right behind you, the whole way. I won’t let you fall.” His voice softened as you began climbing the ladder, and true to his word, he stayed behind you, almost caging you in the whole way. “Don’t worry.”
“I can see that,” you mused, climbing up into the cockpit with a soft smile. “I’m not.”
Din brushed past you, settling into the pilot’s seat, beginning the take off sequence. “Now. Tell me about this quarry.”
You sighed, plopping into the copilot seat with a roll of your eyes. “Oh, you would not believe the chaos that started from the moment- the moment-” you held up your finger, pausing for emphasis as you closed your eyes for dramatic effect, “I was off this ship.”
Din spun in his seat to face you as the ship began to lift off, his voice smug. “Try me.”
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wild-lavender-rose · 4 months
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Stay Still
Pairing: Din Djarin x reader
Category: Hurt/Comfort 
Summary: Din cares for you after you're injured protecting Grogu.
Warnings: cannon typical violence, injury
Note: Apparently this is a draft clean out day :) Please let me know if you all want a part 2, this was something I started a couple years ago and couldn't figure out how to finish until now.
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     “Mando!” You looked for him frantically, pressing Grogu tight against your chest as blaster fire rained over you. You had found a pile of rocks and rusty metal parts to crouch behind for cover. Din had told you to take Grogu and run for the ship. You hadn’t made it before the blaster assault came from every direction, forcing you to stop.
Now you were trapped, breathing hard, firing occasional shots and searching for Din. If Grogu got injured because you couldn’t run fast enough, you'd never forgive yourself. But you would die before that happened, a thought you knew was in danger of becoming reality.
The ground next to your foot erupted in dust and smoke as whoever shooting got closer to his target.
     “Mando!” You cried, cradling Grogu as he whimpered and clung to you. “Mando, where are you?!” 
     He didn’t respond. You couldn’t see him hiding in the rocky, barren terrain. But that was good. Perhaps whoever was shooting couldn’t see him either. 
     You set your jaw and readied your blaster, looking down at Grogu who looked up at you with wide eyes. “Hold on, little one. We’re going to get to the ship.” 
     Grogu seemed to understand, his little hands gripping you even tighter. The blaster fire grew heavy and close. It was going to pierce your hideout any moment now. Your insides were trembling and you felt tears stinging your eyes. You tucked Grogu against you and took a breath. Then you scrambled out from behind the rocks and ran for your life to the ship. 
     You didn’t make it. 
The ramp was lowered and in sight. There was barely two strides left between the end of the clay ground and cool metal. A sharp pain stabbed your right leg from behind and you cried out, landing just short of the ramp. Grogu squirmed out of your grip, crying and looking around frantically. You gasped against the raging pain. You pushed Grogu forward, praying that his powers would keep him safe. “Get to the ship!” 
     And that’s when you heard it. Blaster fire coming from the ship’s entrance. You looked up to see Din running down the ramp and firing back at the shooters. Grogu ran to him as fast as his little legs could go. Mando scooped him up and deposited him safely inside the ship. 
     You struggled to stand once more, the blood slick on the back of your leg. Din’s arm wrapped around you, helping you to walk. With a few struggling steps the two of you were finally inside the ship. Din smacked the controls and raised the ramp, his shoulders relaxing as it closed with a thud, blocking out the storm of phaser blasts.
     “We have to go,” You told him, squirming against the pain as Din set you down on the floor. “Din, we have to go!” 
     “You’re going into shock.” Din pulled off his helmet and sat it next to Grogu who was watching with big, frightened eyes. He pulled off his gloves next.
     “Is Grogu okay?”
“He’s fine. Now stay still.”
You jumped as the blaster fire continued. “It’s not safe here, we have to move the ship.” You started to get up. “I’ll start the pre-launch,”
“Stay still!” Din put a hand to your shoulder, pushing you back to the ground hard.
"Din!" You started to argue, but that's when the pain hit. Hot and intense, it ripped through you as if you had been shot all over again. You screamed and grabbed at your leg, only vaguely aware of Din keeping you in place as he fixed a tourniquet to your leg.
He talked to you, his voice steady. But you couldn't tell what he was saying as the pain and darkness took control. Something like "I love you" wafted through the haze. But perhaps it was the delirium from the pain. Regardless you reached for him, grasping his sleeve, hoping that you would remember to ask him when you woke up.
Provided you did ever wake up...
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frost-queen · 11 months
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Stranded (Reader x Din Djarin)
Requested by: anon, Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco,   @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine
Summary: You are stranded because the Razor Crest broke down. Bickering like an old married couple, tensions rise even when Din is not accepting your help. Frustrated by him denying your help, you leave, confusing him. When you didn't return he goes looking for you, leading to a cute moment as he was worried sick about you.
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You sighed loud, resting your knuckles under your jaw. Staring mindlessly in front of you. Nothing to see but dessert sand and rocks. Quirking your eyebrow up, you looked to your left. Grogu silently waddling over to a rock. Narrowing your eyes, you could tell what he was trying to do. On a rock sat an insect unaware of the child coming closer. Grogu snuck up to it nearly to the rock.
His little hand stretched out. You snickered, thinking for sure he wouldn’t catch it. Grogu flicked his hand up as your eyes widened. The insect was floating in the air, legs dangling for any grip. Grogu guided the insect closer to him, widening his mouth. – “Grogu no!” – you shouted out, jumping up. Din bumped his helmet against the Razor Crest from hearing you shout so loud. – “What is it?” – he asked worriedly, coming in sight.
He stared at you standing close to Grogu. Hands on your hips and a dangerously motherly scowl on your face. – “Out! Spit it out!” – you demanded, pointing at the ground. – “Now!” – you called out when he wasn’t listening. Grogu opened his mouth, spitting insect out. The poor creature dropped to the ground, disorientated for a few moments. The insect fluttered with its wings. You squealed loud, ducking all around as it came flying your way. Din sighing loud at the sight of it.
The insect seemed to keep circling near you, to find the proper direction. – “Ieuw, ieuw get away!” – you freaked out, moving around to avoid that it bumped into you. Squealing loud, you dropped to the ground as it finally flew away. – “Maybe you should’ve let the kid eat it?” – Din said from afar, making you lift your head up. – “Why don’t you occupy yourself with repairing the ship.” – you answered with a sarcastic smile.
He sighed deep, turning around. You got up, going after him. Grogu silently following wanting to be close by. You got onto the Razor Crest. Din walking around in search for parts and tools. You watched him for a few seconds. He groaned loud, searching through the parts. Picking one up yet throwing it back as it wasn’t the right part. – “I told you to check the Razor Crest when we left.” – you said, wobbling on your feet, hands behind your back.
Grogu came joining your side, looking curiously up to you. Din grabbing the edge firmly. – “I am well aware of that.” – he answered grumpy. – “If you had checked everything out, we wouldn’t be stranded now.” – you continued to speak. Din tensed his jaw. – “Y/n!” – he called out annoyed. Looking firmly your way. – “I get it!”
He continued to ruffle in the compartment for the right parts. Groaning frustratingly when he couldn’t find it. You took a deep breath, walking up to him. – “What do you need, let me help you.” – you suggested, hand moving into the compartment. – “No!” – he called out, slapping your hand away. – “I don’t need your help! Just leave it to me!” – you rubbed your hand with a sour face. – “Fine!” – you bit back, moving away.
Turning round, you noticed a tool. You went over to it, picking it up. – “I’ll check the…” – you started, words swallowed back in when Din had stormed over, grabbing your wrist roughly. He plucked the tool from your hand. – “I’ll do it.” – he insisted. You sighed loud. You didn’t mind that he could tell how annoyed you were with him. – “I’m just trying to help maybe it will go faster this way so we can finally leave this forsaken dump!” – you outed with frustration.
“I didn’t choose to be here.” – Din answered setting the tool loudly down. – “Neither did I, but it was your ship that decided to malfunction around this dump.” – you replied loudly. Grogu looking from Din to you and back, blinking confusingly. – “Sure! Blame it on me.” – Din said bothered as you could tell clearly in his voice. – “I wasn’t blaming you; I was blaming the ship.” – you made clear that was the case.
“Same thing!” – Din puffed out with a wave of his hand. You rolled with your eyes, walking off. Grogu squeaked loud, ears flattening. Din took a deep breath, setting his hands down. Lowering his head to compose himself from any further outbursts. It wasn’t personal but the emergency landing just wasn’t something he was planning on.
You opened the lid to the lower compartments, wanting to check there if everything was still alright. – “Y/n no!” – Din called out, jogging over. He grabbed you just in time by your elbow, withholding you from letting yourself go deeper into the hole. – “What?” – you called out confused.
Din pulled at your arm as you were forced to crawl back out, feet dangling in the air. – “I told you no.” – he said loud and clear. – “I heard you.” – you answered sitting down the hole to pull your legs out. – “Like I said I want to help.” – you repeated. Din closed the lid. – “Like I said I don’t need your help. Let me do it alone!”
“What will you have me do then?” – you asked desperately. – “I don’t know, just stay out of my way. Go play with the kid or so?” – he suggested with a deep sigh. You looked down to where Grogu was. Having enough of it, you spun around, walking off. Din furrowed his brows confused as to where you were going.
Perhaps you were going to cool off outside. Muttering frustrated, you walked away from the ship. Needing to be away from him. You loved him, but at times like this you didn’t like it when he wouldn’t let you help around. It would be twice as fast if you helped out. Fine, you weren’t a mechanic, but you weren’t a complete idiot to repairing things. If only he explained a few things to you or let you do simple tasks that would’ve been fine.
No, he rather does everything himself. If he had listened to you in the first place, you wouldn’t even be here bickering over a broken down ship. Puffing loud, you weren’t even sure where you were going. You just needed to be away. Maybe by the time you were back, the Razor Crest would be repaired.
Din looked down at Grogu who had come to him. – “She’ll be back.” – he reassured her. Grogu moved his little hand out to the opening. – “No, you should stay here. I could maybe use your help.” – He picked up Grogu, moving further down the Razor Crest with him. Din looked over his shoulder, wondering if you had entered again. Taking a deep breath it wasn’t the case. He was kneeling down.
Grogu lifted up a tool, nearly falling back from the heaviness as Din took it from him. – “She still can’t be mad right?” – he asked Grogu. Grogu moved his shoulders up with a few babbling sounds. Din sighed, unscrewing a few screws. Sighing again, he lowered his tool. – “It is not like she should be mad. True we bickered a bit, but all companions do that, don’t they?” – he looked at Grogu again for an answer.
Grogu flattening his ears. – “You are right.” – Din spoke. – “I should just apologize like any good man would.” – He was about to get up when he remembered something. – “It is not like she shouldn’t apologize. We both took a part in this act. So…so.” – he swayed the tool up and down at Grogu. – “She should apologize as well. It wasn’t all my fault.”
Grogu looked up and down at the tool, mesmerized. Din grunted, looking away. – “It has to be me, right?” – he asked Grogu who wasn’t even following along anymore. Grogu squeaked excited. Din got up, picking Grogu up with him. He set him in the carrier as it followed behind him. – “Y/n?” – he said stepping outside. – “Y/n are you here?” – he turned round the ship in the hopes of encountering you.
Looking both ways, he went fully round without bumping into you. – “Y/n?” – he called out. Louder as the worriedness slightly rose inside of him. He started moving away from the Razor Crest further into the nothingness. – “Y/n where are you?” – he muttered looking carefully around. The carrier following him as he began his search. He kept a steady pace, making sure he had seen everything. After a five minute walk, his worriedness went through the roof. Quickening up his pace, ready to shout out your name in desperation.
If anything had happened to you, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. He searched further coming to a sudden stop. There you were. He started running up to you, panting. – “Oh Din look what I found.” – you said, showing him the berries. He grabbed your wrist firmly as the berries dropped to the ground. – “Hey! Do you know how long it took me to get those!” – you shouted.
Din pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you. – “Don’t run off like that!” – he pressed his hands deeper onto your back. – “Aww.” – you teased. – “Did you miss me.” – pouting your lips, you found it a bit funny. He grunted loud, moving you to arms-length. – “I was worried sick! I thought… I thought you… Dank Farrik Y/n I thought you were dead or something!” – he called out with heavy breaths.
Your smile dropped, seeing how sincere he was about it. Even with his helmet on, you could just see how much it affected him. – “I’m sorry.” – you answered, slightly ashamed. – “I had no idea I was gone for that long.” – He exhaled loud, holding his hands against your cheeks. – “I’m sorry. I apologize for all I’ve said.” – he spoke, brushing his thumb along your cheek. You smiled softly. – “I’m sorry too. I let my frustrations get the better of me. I shouldn’t have projected it towards you.” – you told him.
Din’s shoulders untensed as he took a deep breath. You came closer, one hand placed against his helmet as you left a kiss there near his cheek. He embraced you, holding you close to his chest. You looked down feeling something poke against your side. Grogu sitting in the carrier wanted to join the hug. You laughed loud, picking him up. Holding him, you hugged Din once more. Grogu content as he had a big smile on his face.
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brewsterispunkk · 2 years
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Mando Fic Recs🖤
as always: all credit goes to the authors. these are just works ive thoroughly enjoyed and am just trying to share them and give them exposure!
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• @charnelhouse ‘s mando masterlist ~~~ i wish i could pick just one fic to recommend but the truth is that these are all god-tier. no skips.
• king of cups by @gaiuswrites ~~~this series is amazing. i binged it in like one sitting a while back.
•mutual by @the-scandalorian ~~~ all of this writer’s work is fantastic, but this one especially!
• nighthawks by @pedros-mustache ~~~ I’ve followed this story for like a year, and it’s absolutely amazing. flawless. they do enemies to lovers so so SO well.
• healing pains & road to recovery by @liltangerineart ~~~ so so cute. the PINING. amazing.
• literally everything by @absurdthirst ~~~ this masterlist is just *chefs kiss*. Sweet and smutty and all of the above.
• silent voice by @writeforfandoms ~~~ sweet din with plus size!reader.
• lighthouse by @mandoblowmybackout ~~~ din falls in love. thats it thats the fic.
• reunion by @whirlybirbs ~~~ friends to lovers and a reunion with our beloved . this one is so good.
• maybe it’s a sign by @outercrasis ~~~ modern!din & a road trip. i think about this one at least once weekly.
• silence in the stars by @moralesispunk ~~~ post-grogu softness and hurt/comfort. amazing.
• of constellations and creeds by @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa ~~~ ive reread this multiple times and every time it hits. a must read.
•and, of course the obvious: rough day by @no-droids
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moon-sang · 2 years
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ᴋʟᴜᴛᴢ ~ 𝔻𝕚𝕟 𝔻𝕛𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣
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REQUEST: Reader goes to grab food and essentials with grogu while mando is out. Reader accidentally trips and scraped her knees (deep wound of some sort) and in the midst breaks grogu’s fall. Reader is hesitant to tell mando what happened but quickly realizes soon after (reader probably showing signs of hurt, limping etc). Fluff and comfort.
SUMMARY: You had always been a klutz... but this one fall may just change the relationship you have with Din.
WARNINGS: Fluff, angst, Soft!Din, fem!reader, description of wound, mature language, pls tell me if I miss anything!
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It’s not your fault.
It’s not your fault you were born such a klutz.
It’s not your fault you ran out of food on the Crest.
It’s not your fault you had to go out and get more supplies, whilst Din was on a hunt.
It’s not your fault a stone got caught in between your feet.
It’s not your fault you fell, and took most of the impact to protect Grogu. 
......Except... it was.
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The burning hot air of Nevarro attacked the new scrape on your knee, pulling a hiss out of you. Kriffing rock, getting in the way of your walking! The child cooed in your arms as you limped your way over to the Crest. You didn’t even want to look at it. You could just feel how deep the wound was, you knew you would probably faint if you actually looked at it. 
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After what seemed to be forever, you finally made it to the Crest. The familiar ship practically called you to it. 
“Now listen buddy.” You start. “I don’t want a peep out of you, we keep this a secret from Mando, yeah?!” All you get as a reply is a bunch of gurgles. A sigh makes it’s way to your face as you continue to hobble over to the hatch of the Crest. 
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The inviting cool air of the Crest relieved some of the stinging on your knee, but not nearly enough. You groan in pain, and ghost your fingers over the sensitive skin. You should probably patch it up before Din get’s back. 
Your fingers curl around the handle to a drawer, and pull it open. Finally something to patch your wou-.... Where are the medkits? FUCK! You had to buy some of those as well! You forgot them when you tripped! You bang your head on the cold chrome coloured wall of the Crest. “This is just great” You practically yell. With a frustrated groan you flop onto your ‘bed.’ 
“Hey kid, you wouldn’t mind going to the markets for me would ya?” you joke, looking at the confused gremlin. A chuckle leaves your lips when he frantically shakes his head. “Didn’t think so.” you whisper. 
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A few hours later Din arrived. The bounty was knocked out cold and most likely going to be put in carbonite. “Hey.” You greet, attempting to hide your wince and the pain in your voice. You get a nod in return, from the tin can. “How was the kid, cause any trouble?” You shake your head gently. “No, he was good for once.” he nods and turns to the kid, gurgling on the floor. “And what about Y/n? Did she hit her head, stub her toe, or trip anywhere?” He asks him. “Ha.Ha. Very funny.” You mock. Din was very familiar with your clumsiness by now. He’s seen it day after day, and the worst part about it is.... he finds it amusing. He chuckles at his own joke and makes his way to the cockpit. 
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It wasn’t until much later Din called you to the cockpit. It was easy to say ‘one sec’ or ‘yea! I’m coming’ but it was easier said than done. Every step to the ladder felt like you were pulling weights tied to your feet. 
When you finally managed to get a hold of the ladder, it was like staring up at mount Everest. It looked so tall, how were you gonna make it up there, with your bad knee? “Y/n? You coming?” Din yells from the cockpit. “Yeah!” You yell back. You could do this. With a huff you step on one of the rungs of the ladder. The pressure on your bad leg pulled a hiss out of you, but you kept going. Step, and pull up, repeat, step and pull up, repeat. That’s all you needed to do. Why did it feel so hard? Finally, after what seemed to be forever, you made it to the cockpit. And why were you panting from climbing a kriffing ladder? 
“What’s up?” you grit out. “The kids been stressing out and crying, I don’t know what’s wrong with him, could you take h-” Din cuts himself off when he turns his seat to look at you. You cock your head at him in confusion. “You want me to take him?” You finish for him. “No.” he replies bluntly, placing the kid on the floor and standing up. “Din...what’s.. going on? What’s wrong?” You hesitantly ask. “You tell me.” came his modulated reply. “What?” You practically whisper. “Do you know how pale you look? Kriffing hell you’re even sweating!” He stresses. Your breath hitches. Was the.. wound.. infected? Kriff it did take a few hours for Din to get back, you were bleeding out for quite some time. Tears well in your eyes but you hold them back. Things were getting overwhelming for you, and..... was Din talking? Whatever he was saying, you couldn’t hear, things were muffled. Your head pounded and a searing hot pain went through your leg before your vision went completely black.
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When you opened your eyes next, you were nested in Din’s bunk. You knew straight away because everything in there smelt like him. Beautiful. “Din?” You slur out, eyes closing again. “Shh, I’m here.” He hushes soothingly. You attempt to sit up, but you find Din gently, but firmly, pushing you back down. “No. Lay down. You need rest.” He orders. You groan in response. “My knee, woun-” You’re cut of by Din. “I dealt with it.” he whispers. You nod and a tense silence spills over the two of you. Finally, he talks. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He questions, a tiny amount of anger laced in his voice. “Didn’t want to.. distract you from the...kid. You respond, voice coaxed in sleepiness. Din sighs and slumps next to you on the bed, cradling your cheek in his bare hot hand. “How.. did you stitch...wound? We have.... no...medkits.” You slur yet again. “I had some spare in my drawer, you should’ve told me mesh’la.” He soothingly whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Mm sorry” you whisper. He places a gentle kiss of your forehead, and quickly pulls his helmet back down. “Just tell me next time ok, You scared the kriffing shit out of me.” He chuckles. You giggle with him. “Ok.” 
Din pulls you closer to him and wraps and arm around you. You nuzzled into his warm chest... and just stayed like that for a moment, because... it was a strange routine the two of you had. Then there’s something crawling onto you. At first you think it’s a giant spider... but then.. an all too familiar cooing sound rings through the cot. You chuckle along with Din. “No buddy, we didn’t forget you, come on in.” You whisper as you and Din make a small space for him in between the two of you. Gleefully he jumps in, and you all snuggle in with each other. 
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the bitterness behind goodbyes
father figure!din djarin x p!teen!reader
summary : you and your little brother, grogu, come into contact with a mandalorian. after he earned your trust, you allow yourself to let him into your heart. as you continue on your path you eventually find what you’ve been looking for, a jedi.
warnings : angst
| a/n | : my daddy issues are spiking and i’m in desperate need of a good father figure like din is to grogu.
speaking color coding
“” — din
“” — you
“” — other
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ducking your head while you held your little brother closer to you within your arms since overhearing a massive explosion coming from the near distance. you shielded him from any possibility of his little figure receiving damage.
sparks of bright yellow and shots of crimson red flooded into your eyesight as the massive weighted metal door was withstanding an assault against it. the moment the open fire stopped, you could make out the faint outline of a pathway.
the moment someone kicked down the door, you began to hold your breath in due to the amount of fear you held within you.
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since you and your brother had been forced away from home, you were held captive. it was extremely traumatic for you, since you held the elder sister role and needed to protect the mindless youth with everything you had. you did, up until now. you were honestly deprived of sleep, and was in an urgent need for some nutrients.
all you wanted to do was flutter your eyes closed and hibernate for all the hours that were stolen from you due to your floppy eared green brother. you two looked completely different, and weren't related by blood; however, you two were connected on an emotional spectrum.
two figures began to make their way towards you. "the tracking fob is still active. my sensors indicate that there is two life forms present." the robotic voice vibrates against your eardrums, making more terror pulse into your veins as your heartbeat rose.
there was a pause as a beeping found started to rapidly increase its pace as the figure with entire metal armor turned into your direction.
he looked up, and made his way over to you. you're gaze followed from his boots all the way up to his glowing metal mask. you could almost make out your reflection within them.
you're bags were increasingly horrifying as dark circles were never appealing to anyone. "wait." the mandalorian called out to his robotic counterpart. "they said they were fifty years old." he stated, looking back and forth between you and your brother. it was obvious that neither of you looked to be over the age of fifty, or anywhere close to it.
you shifted underneath his confused gaze, and started to backtrack until your actual back hit the freezing wall. you shivered underneath the contact. your brother cooed in an unknowingly way. he didn't understand what was going on, and you didn't expect or want any less than that.
"species age differently." the robot reminded him, "though, she is quite small to be considered fifty as her species is. perhaps they both could live many centuries." he pointed out gesturing his gun over to you, causing you to flinch as your face hardened and looked away. you hid your bother more than before, not wanting any pain to be dealt to him. "sadly, we'll never know."
that's the exact moment you decided to use what you had been taught before. your eyes shot at the robot, glaring an obvious warning to him.
you both started to raise your arms at the same time, but to your surprise the mandalorian stopped him. "no." he says, which causes the robot to slowly look over towards him. something in the way you both were looking at him, those innocent eyes that held more emotion that you'd personally let off.
he knew that you didn't ask for any of this to happen, and suddenly he was teleported back to his home planet on that one fateful day that would reconstruct his entire life. "we'll bring them in alive." something new began to emerge within his faded heart. he wouldn't realize it then, but it was a sense of urgency to protect. whenever he looked at you, he saw a youthful version of himself.
you and your brother looked back and forth between the two of them in sync, unable to fully comprehend what was occurring in front of you. "the commission was quite specific. the assets were to be terminated." the robot informs the mandalorian, raising his gunned arm once more.
you, too, raised your hand. you were prepared to pass out due to the amount of agony you were going to inflict upon this robot as you were annoyed that he even began to bother you two.
suddenly a shot went off, and you watched closely as the robot's now steaming head collapse into the ground.
even so, you weren't about to let your guard down. you put your hand slightly back, before pushing it forward and sending the mandalorian flying backward into the wall.
he grunted at the impact of the force you were inflicting onto him.  "who are you?!" you shouted at him while hastily standing up and putting your brother within the crib you had crafted yourself.
"— a friend." the masked mandalorian's modulated voice came out as he held onto the neck of his armor tightly, trying to hid himself of the invisible hold you had onto him.
the word 'friend' was not one you were used to hearing. you were accustomed to the painful reality of being without a guardian and as a prisoner.
you let the force you had go as you started to feel dizzy. his body met the harsh ground, and yet another groan come from his mouth underneath his mask.
you began to stumble within your spot next to the crib, holding your head as your vision started to slightly blur. "are you okay, kid?" the mandalorian asked worriedly from beside you. when did he get there?
you succumbed to the intoxicating feeling of slumber, and as you started to fall he was just as quick to catch you as if it was some sort of instinct of his.
he looked anxiously between your passed out figure and your little brother within the homemade crib who was looking at you with unease. he prayed to the maker that you were just exhausted and nothing fatal was bubbling due to your immediate slumber.
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that was the first time you ever came into contact with mando, your, now, guardian. you and your brother have become quite fond of him since he has saved you from multiple dangerous encounters with other bounty hunters as well as put in the time and effort to support you through all this time.
he's the brightest star that you looked for every night to appreciate, as whenever it's dark he's always there to slip next to you and make you feel a sense of security you felt with nobody else. you're so incredibly lucky to have him around you — to have him stumble upon you and become such an impactful person in your life.
you knew how heartbroken he felt when you and grogu were taken away by the horrible people who were after knowledge on the background or range of your talents.
you held grogu within your arms as you tried to calm his fussy state down. he didn't understand what was happening and why he wasn't with mando, but sadly you did.
they wanted to use you both for their own sickening purposes, and as footsteps began to inch closer to you. you were prepared to give everything you had into protecting what was rightfully yours: your brother and your life. when the door opened you reacted quick and shoved both stormtroopers against the wall, knocking them out cold.
a darkened look appeared on your face as you realized your worst enemy coming into your caged room. you started to choke the two stormtroopers beside him, as your little brother joined in on the chaos you two were causing and threw around your past enemies.
you both could feel the energy draining out of you at a rapid rate, and at a very last attempt you both hit them with your final push. the choking men you had been focusing on, you threw them backwards and they crashed into the wall outside your enclosed space.
your brother, on the other hand, threw his opponents into one another, making them bash their heads.
"you have gotten very good at that." gideon's horrid voice flooded into your ears as you were breathing heavily. "but it makes you both oh-so sleepy." he stated, bending down to you and your brothers eye level. you weakly glared at him before looking at your brother to was tilting to the side.
you were so proud of him, and knew how exhausting it was to use such power. it caused you to frown at the sight as your brother's chest was rising and falling just as regularly as your own.
"have you ever seen one of these?" gideon questioned you two as a flash of black and white appeared on the side of your face. slowly, your gaze shifted towards it. you squinted your eyes at the level of brightness emitting off of it.
your eyes widened at the sight, as a sickness began to flood into your throat. memories came swarming back into your mind which fogged your vision completely.
you couldn't help but look away from it almost instantly; however, your brother's weakened state tried to use his powers to force it into his hand. "you're not ready to play with such things." gideon stated, standing up. "though, your sister might be." he commented, smirking down at both of your trembling figures. "looks like you both could use a nice, long nap."
you took a deep breath in as a last attempt to fight off the urge to fade into the peaceful darkness, and as you let it go so does your conscious. your body landed next to your brothers, subconsciously wrapping your arm around his own passed out form.
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when you woke up from your seemingly endless sleep, you were greeted with the horrifying sight of the black and white sword hovering in front of you. your brother cooed at you, and your eyes darted to analyze his state. he was fine, besides the handcuffs that were restraining both your hands.
the door opened, and mando, your savior, walked in. your eyes brightened at the sight of him, thanking the maker that he came after you and your little brother, grogu. "mando!" you smiled widened as you instinctively sit up to rush towards him, but the weapon inched closer to your neck.
the glare gideon sent you and intense heat that soaked into your neck made you gulp down harshly, slowly laying your back against the wall once more.
mando, without saying a word, continued to close the distance between you all. his blaster in his grasp, pointed at gideon alone. "drop the blaster." gideon demanded. mando paused in his tracks, digesting his situation carefully.
he knew that he had to get you two out without any casualties on your end, but he wasn't sure as to how just yet. "slowly." mando did as he was ushered. "now, kick it over to me." the sound of the blaster sliding against the floor made you cringe. "very nice."
"give me the kids." mando orders him while gesturing over to the both of you. you already felt a sense of safety within his presence.
you trusted mando more than enough to know that he wouldn't ever let anything bad be brought upon you now that you're within his care, and because of that you were finally able to breathe normally again.
"they are just fine where they're at." gideon rejected mando's suggestion. gideon went on about the history of the sword which you tuned out due to the fact that your sight was held tightly on mando.
you're eyes began to water, all you wanted more than anything was to be back in the razor crest and drinking soup with your two other halves in sync. "you keep it. i just want the kids." mando told him simply, all he truly wanted — and needed, was you two.
you're chest lightened at those words, surely gideon wouldn't be so foolish to refuse such an offer.
"very well." gideon's sword slowly retracting itself from existence. you let the air that had been building up within your chest out, as huge relief came pouring out of you. "i already for what i wanted from them." he told him, "their blood. all i wanted was to study their blood." he clarified, even though it wasn't really necessary. "these children are extremely gifted... and have been blessed with rare properties that have the potential to bring order back to the galaxy."
mando's eyes were glued onto you and grogu, not giving a single thought to whatever gideon was telling him. your safety still wasn't guaranteed, so he wasn't letting his guard down. "i see your bond with them." gideon commented, that was the sentence that made him look over to gideon. "take them," mando, without a second thought, began to take a step closer to you two, "—but you will leave my ship immediately and we will go our separate ways."
"they mean more to me than you will ever know." mando replied to him; however, all he was truly focused on was the two of you.
your heart swelled up with thankfulness, and admiration for the mandalorian who had taken you under his wing.
it seemed to shock gideon as he walked past him, you jumped up from your seat and rushed into his arms. "mando!" you cried out, pressing your cheek against his cold metal gear.
"hi —" you could almost hear the soft smile underneath his mask due to his gentle tone he used with you; however, he suddenly grunted as gideon had began to rapidly hit him with the sword.
mando blocked you from any chance of impact against you with his hardened armor until he was able to push you away from him in order to protect you against the enemy's attack.
your cries of horror only continued as mando and gideon continued to fight their way out of the room. you knew you needed to help mando, after everything he's ever done you owed him more than you could ever imagine.
you're heart raced as sounds of bashing weapons, and clashing of metals filled the entirety of your senses. mumbles of curses which you heard mando use flowed out of your mouth naturally.
you began to bash your handcuffs against the wall, each strike getting stronger as adrenaline pumped through you until they fell off of your wrists. "i'll be back grogu!" you promised him, before rushing your way out into the hallway. your eyes were as wide as coins as you saw mando losing in his battle with gideon. "get away from him!" you yelled at gideon before lifting both your hands towards him.
"no!" mando shouted, but that was before you had begun to choke out gideon all yourself. the intense fury that flowed through your veins into the pressure you were using against the well-being of gideon.
you're face hardened as the sounds of gideon losing air began to resonate like beautiful symphonies to you. "hey, kid, that's enough — let go of him!" mando's scared voice was the only one that would bring you out of this kind of repulsive state.
you finally took in gideon's paled face, and succumbed to mando's wishes. you released him, and his body crashed against the ground.
mando looked between you and gideon, confused as to what he had just witnessed. he's never seen you so worked up before, nor with such a murderous intent. you hadn't ever killed a person before — at least, not to his knowledge. here you were, all of a sudden, certainly trying your best to make gideon suffer immensely.
the pause was deathly, and it gave you some time to recollect your thoughts on as to the severity you had gone in order to protect mando from harm, that alone caused your eyes to be consumed with horror.
"go get your brother." mando's voice sounded shockingly normal with a tint of initial shock, as he bent down to gideon. you bobbed your head up and down, and immediately did as told.
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the both of you were silent as the mission continued on. you didn't have anything to say to him besides an apology and that you didn't know where your head went within that moment. he reassured you that it was okay, and he understood how you were feeling but to not tread cross those lines again.
you sat in a chair with your brother on your lap, looking off into the distance as you repeated that moment with gideon in your head at least a thousand times. you analyzed everything down to the tiniest detail: how you felt, how IT felt, how it started, how it ended.
though, all of that faded as you sense a familiar aura behind you. you turned the chair slightly around to allow you and your brother to peak over to the figure from it, and your eyes widened as you noticed who it was. "are you a jedi?" mando questioned, his body hovering in front of the chair in which you both sat at. he was subconsciously protecting you as if it had become an immediate instinct.
"i am." he answers, before his gaze fell onto you both. he gestures his hand out to you, "come, little ones." your body teases, unsure as to what he was asking from you. mando's mask quickly turned towards you two, and you and your brother shot him your attention as well. your eyes spoke volumes within mando's mind.
his masked face turned back towards the supposed jedi standing before him, trying to take his entire purpose that was bestowed upon him away. "they don't want to go with you." mando informed him.
"they want your permission." the jedi stated, and that alone hit mando's inner thoughts hard. he didn't want to say goodbye — he wasn't prepared to.
he spent this entire time working to get to this point, and now that he's finally here it has easily became his worst fear. you, his funny little girl who'd light up a room with a simple smile, was now slipping through his fingers and there was nothing he could do to prevent it from happening. "they are strong with the force, but talent without training is nothing."
you and your bothers eyes punctuate from both men. how could you possibly cope with leaving someone who has become your entire home? "i will give my life to protect these children... but they will not be safe until they master their abilities."
mando seemed to be conflicted as he turned to you both. you stood up teary-eyed and not ready to ever say goodbye to someone who had been the first to give you the moon and more as you handed him grogu.
he wrapped his hand around your shoulder, the kind of gesture that always made you feel as if he was more than just a simple guardian to you. he nudged you both closer to the jedi. "hey, go on." he softly spoke as if he was unsure himself. you shot him a panicked glance, you didn't want this to be the end of your travels with the mandalorian. "that's who you belong with. he's one of your kind."
you looked up at his metal helmet with the most fear in your eyes. you couldn't swallow this lost down — you'd never want to leave his side, but your future depended on it. "i'll see you again." he promised you, placing his hand which was on your shoulder on top of your head and ruffling your hair quite a bit to cause a ragged look.
grogu reached his hand out to mando's mask, and for the first time he slowly revealed his face to the both of you.
his eyes were just as tearful as yours, which made you feel some comfort that you weren't the only one who hated the idea of being separated from the other.
you and grogu took in his features, most likely because it would be one of the last times you'll see it. grogu carressed mando's slightly breaded face, causing mando's lips to track upward a tad.
you held wrapped your hand tightly around mando's waist. goodbye is something you should've ever have to say to him, and your heart couldn't handle it to say the very least. "all right, pals." his voice — his true voice soaked into your mind. "it's time to go." he mentally reminds himself to not get too carried away by his increasing melancholy.
grogu whines at the sense that fell from his mouth, and you flinch due to the uncertainty of ever seeing him again. yes, he promised; but, what if something happens and he's not there?
your bottom lip begins to tremble as the impact of the realness of the moment changes everything for you. "don't be afraid." he tells you both, stroking your back with the hand that wasn't carrying grogu.
all three of you pause as you all try to take in this moment as if it was the last. after, he puts grogu down on the ground and unlatched you from his figure, and an instant after that you both were connecting yourself against him. grogu was at his foot, looking up at him with his eyes almost as if he was asking to be picked up once more. you were at his side, holding onto his arm for dear life.
it gave mando the smallest bit of hope back that you two weren't going to allow for such a separation between you two to happen.
suddenly, a robot which you knew pretty well rolled into the room. it caught both you, and your brothers attention. you both walked over to it and allowed yourself to childishly be engulfed within the excitement.
your laughter, which the mandalorian hadn't heard in quite some time, filled his heart with an abundance amount of warmth and unknowingly to the both of you, the jedi and mando both gave one another a nod.
the jedi picked up grogu, which caused you to quickly turn towards him and then mando. the reality of the situation settling in your chest once again, causing all of a sudden an intense battle between your future and what your heart is telling you.
you stood up, twisting your glance from the jedi and mando. the jedi looked down to you, and placed his hand onto your shoulder in order to offer you some support.
you tried to speak, to voice what your heart was screaming at you to say... but nothing ended up coming out. you looked down to the floor as your face fell into a deep blue. "may the force be with you." the jedi bid mando goodbye, before his hand slid from your shoulder to your back.
he herded you back through the door, and you couldn't help yourself but to glance back at mando's distraught expression once more.
you tried to turn your body towards him once more, but the jedi's grasp on you unable you for such movement. you lifted your hand out to him slightly, wanting to return to his side more than anything.
the attachment between all three of you could be seen, even with the amount of distance you had taken.
there was a single moment where you were finally confident enough to voice your protest and reject training in order to return to mando's side.
you set your sight onto the jedi once more and opened your mouth to speak, but the door enclosed you from mando. you closed your mouth and looked back to the ground, feeling as if a part of you was missing.
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next part to ‘bitterness behind goodbyes’ short series.
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dracowars · 1 year
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Could you do a din djarin x former inquisitor reader? Maybe he finds out when they are saving Grogu from Moff Gideon in season two. I think Din, Bo-Katan, etc reactions would be so interesting!
forgive me | din djarin
pairing: din x formerinquisitor!reader
word count: 2,6k
summary: where din finds out about y/n's past
a/n: this was incredibly fun to write, i love the inquisitor lore so much!! thank you so much for requesting, i hope you enjoy <3 please don't forget to give feedback and reblog, it means the world to me ♡♡♡
warnings: angst, cursing, violence, mentions of torture, mentions of death
universe: star wars
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"I asked you a question", Din says through gritted teeth, clearly not impressed by the warloard as he points his blaster directy at the man laying on the ground in front of him. After you have successfully taken over Moff Gideon's light cruiser with your newly found team, you were finally met with that inkling of hope that was lost for so long. You were sure that, this time, you won. Except you didn't.
"Call back your darktroopers or I won't hesitate to pull the trigger!", you shout at Gideon, almost pitying his slumped figure on the cold surface. The once great Moff Gideon, holder of the darksaber, military leader in charge of the remnents of the Galactic Empire, huddled on the floor, right to your feet. You would almost believe he is scared, almost, if it were not for the slight twitch pulling at the corner of his mouth. Because despite of him being defenseless, vulnerable and alone, he somehow still managed to pull one last ace up his sleeve and take you by surprise. The surprise that is currently waiting to charge through the blast doors, the last layer of protection that saves you from your fate.
"Everyone in this room will be dead but me. And the child", Gideon says with a sparkle in his eyes, trying to find a comfortable position with his hands cuffed.
"I will ask you. One. Last. Time. What do you need Grogu for?", Din interjects, ignoring his threat as he keeps his blaster pointed at him. Even though you can't see his face through his helmet, it is clear that this time he expects an honest answer or he will definitely not hold back. He has grown too fond of Grogu to not get to know why Gideon wants to capture him so badly or what he did to the small child.
And while Din waits for him to think of an answer that won't have him blast his head off, Gideon's eyes lock with yours and it is in that moment that you feel a shift, seeing a change in his face that you can't quite interpret. The answer he gives is not what you expected at all.
"Maybe you should ask your friend here, not me."
Immediately, you take a wavering step back, lowering your blaster while Din slowly turns to look in your direction, his whole posture screaming at you to explain what tiny piece of information Moff Gideon just dropped your way. "What?"
Bo-Katan, Koska and Fennec, all aiming their own blasters at the door, shift their attention to you now as well, ignoring the loud noises created by the darktroopers trying to come through. You can only stare at Gideon, however, and if he wasn't your only way to get out of here alive, you would have put an end to this already. The knowing grin on his face frightens you because it tells you he knows everything. About what you did, about your past, and, above all, about the darkness hovering over it.
"What does he mean by that, Y/N?", Din wants to know, a twist audible in his voice as well now. He does not trust you right now and if you were in his spot, you wouldn't trust yourself either. You have been on this journey together for a long time already, your only interest being the safety of the child, and yet you managed to keep your biggest secret hidden from him. There are things he doesn't need to and simply shouldn't know about you.
"Y/N is very well acquainted with what I did. I would even go as far as to say that we were once considered allies", Gideon answers for you as you can't come up with any rational explanation, too occupied by what is going on in your mind.
"That's not true! Don't- Don't listen to him. I was never on your side, Gideon", you immediately interrupt as you comprehend his accusation, turning to Din who does not know what or whom to believe anymore. His partner, who lied to him since day one, or his enemy, who just revealed the secret that has been haunting you since forever.
"Tell them the truth then, Twelfth Sister."
As soon as the words leave Gideon's mouth, Bo-Katan suddenly points one of her blasters directly at you, no hesitation in her movement at all. However, you can't even concentrate on the deadly weapon aimed at you as you feel like the ground beneath your feet opens up, causing you to fall into the deep depths full of sorrow, darkness and pain that you ran away from for so long. And the fact that Grogu, sitting at one of the consoles next to you, coos at all of this, does not make it any better.
Silence fills the room as everyone slowly but surely comprehends the meaning behind Moff Gideon's words. What he called you, Twelfth Sister, is a title you have not been addressed by in a long, long time and you desperately wish it stayed that way.
"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!", you scream at Gideon, your heart beating so fast it hurts. With trembling hands and legs you take a step closer to him, wanting him to not say another word ever again but as soon as you move from your spot, you are faced with another blaster barrel.
However this time it is Din who points his weapon right at you, stopping you dead in your tracks as you feel like you can't get enough air to breathe. The realization has hit him after all.
"N-No! Please, you need to listen to me! I-"
"You are an Inquisitor?", Din asks, not a single hint in his voice as to how he feels, how disappointed he has to be in you. On the one hand, you want him to scream at you, shout at you for keeping this from him, but on the other hand you want him to be able to forgive you, even though you know that what you did is inexcusable.
Since you have no clue how to put everything you want to say in words at once, you only manage to nod, lowering your head as you feel ashamed of yourself. You are waiting for the shot to hit you and when it doesn't, you look up at Din who has not moved.
"Why?", is all he says, staring at you through his helmet. You swear you feel your heart breaking at how he pronounces this one seemingly harmless word.
"I- I don't know. I didn't want all of this to happen. The one second I fight alongside an army of clones, the next I kill all of them and mourn over my dead master", you explain, the memories tormenting you. "They took me. They took me and tortured me until there was nothing left of who I was or what I fought for. They broke me."
You spit out the last part, feeling the anger spark inside of you. Closing your eyes, you feel the panic chase off the anger as you can physically feel the pain they sent you through once more. You sink to your knees, supporting yourself with your hands on the ground, tears in your eyes. They will always have control over you.
"Inquisitors chased down and killed all of the remaining Jedi. You abducted force-sensitive children!", Bo-Katan reminds you of your all-too-real deeds and you can't help but feel bile rise up your throat, making you cough.
"I did.. bad things and each time, it killed me a little more. But when they wanted me to kidnap a child, I didn't. It was then that I noticed it wasn't my way", you say quietly, trying to stand up for yourself about the only thing you did right and that you can be proud of. Because you disobeyed. Because you turned your back on them. Because you left.
"I can't believe you", Din mutters, his voice sounding coarse.
"I promise you it's not who I am anymore!", you try to convince him, all of them actually, but you know it is to no use. Which does not mean you won't try to change their view because, at last, you were a victim too. "Why do you think I am here? Because I made it my task, my purpose, to protect these children! I don't want anyone to experience what I had to. I even killed one of my so-called sisters! I turned against them."
Breathing heavily, you need a few seconds to cope with your emotional outburst, letting your words sink into their heads while you are trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill. But you don't let them because you have shown weakness too many times before. After all, the dark side was only able to overpower you back then because it caught you at your weakest moment, using it to its advantage, turning your despair into pure hatred.
"Please, you have to believe me", you breathe out, your voice breaking in the end as you stare at Din and Din only. You don't care what the others think, you don't care if they will ever forgive you as long as Din does. You get lost in the darkness of his visor as you keep staring at him intently, waiting for any kind of reaction but he just won't budge.
Because you can only see him in this moment what you do notice, however, is how Moff Gideon pulls a blaster out of nowhere, points it at Din and fires a shot without hesitation. Suddenly, you feel transported back to that one fateful day when you lost everything. When your clones, your friends, turned against you. When you lost the only person you ever really cared for.
All intent on not letting fate repeat itself, you reach for the Force and feel the familiar tingle in your fingertips. Within seconds, you stop the deadly projectile mid-air. And even though it takes all your effort and concentration, you still somehow manage to use the Force to push Din out of the line of fire, causing him to slitter his feet across the floor.
It feels like time is slowing down as you slowly walk towards Gideon and, as soon as he fires another shot at you, you parry it with the Darksaber in your hand. Shock and terror are written all over his face before you finally reach him, kick the blaster out of his hands and put the deadly blade to his throat.
"I will not let you hurt the people I love", you spit out, looking directly into his panic-filled eyes. Apparently he did not expect you to still be this powerful after all these years of not using the Force at all and, although you have to admit that you could have blocked thousands of those shots back then when it took all of your strength to defend one now, you felt good. The Force, the light side, came back to you as if it was never gone. Considering that you were still a child yourself when Order 66 happened, never completing your Jedi training, your powers have grown exponentially.
"You don't deserve to be kept alive-"
"Y/N-", Din wants to interrupt, but you continue anyway.
"But I have changed. I am no Inquisitor, I am a Jedi", you say, feeling relief as the final truth leaves your mouth, making it finally seem real. "You will face trial and you will be locked away for life so you will never be able to hurt anyone again."
"You forget that you are still on my ship, with my troopers waiting to kill all-"
"And you will kindly call them back and shut them down right now or..", you threaten, looking at the Darksaber that is terribly close to his throat. You don't show that it actually lays extremely heavy in your hands, not only because it is a unique weapon, but also because it is not yours. Your own lightsaber is buried on Felucia, where no one will ever find it.
Gideon huffs in annoyance but considering that you are only millimeters away from slicing the Darksaber through his throat, he finally gives in and follows your command. The sound of the dangerous killing machines switching off outside the blast doors echoes throughout the bridge and as soon as you are certain that all of them are down, you knock Gideon out with the butt of the lightsaber hilt, sending him to the floor unconsciously.
As soon as he hits the ground, your legs give in underneath you and you slump in, letting the blade dissolve before tossing the weapon as far away from you as you possibly can. Tears stream down your face as all the burden you carried around all those years finally falls off you, allowing you to breathe once more. You know they are all watching you as you feel all their eyes on you but no one dares to say a single word.
That is, until Grogu peeps out from where he was hiding, slowly waddling towards you while cooing. You can't help but smile at him and you feel incredibly grateful that at least one of them has not lost faith in you.
"Grogu", Din calls out strictly as he wants to come even closer to you.
"It's fine. I would never hurt him", you promise and don't even dare to look in his direction, concentrating to look at Grogu's big doe eyes only. That is why you don't see how Din silently gives the others commands and they start shuffling behind you, opening the doors to the disabled droids in order to destroy them one by one.
Din's shadow hovers over you as you wrap your arms around your own waist, not looking at him, too scared of what he might say. One of Grogu's small hands touches your knee as he keeps cooing at you and you can sense that he feels sorry for you. He knows the pain of being seperated from the family you once considered your home.
Hearing a rustling, you hold your breath as Din squats down in front of you, taking Grogu in his arms as if to protect him. If this is the last time you see him, you tell yourself, you at least want to look at him one more time and so you do.
And you feel like you can't breathe when you see him holding out his hand to you, wanting to save you.
"I'm sorry", he whispers through his helmet and you can hear the sorrow in his voice now, strong and clear.
"No, I have to be the one apologizing. I betrayed you and I don't know how you could ever trust me again", you disregard his words and shake your head, feeling so incredibly ashamed of yourself for what you did. Lowering your head and hiding your face in your hands, you can't stop the tears from falling as all those memories come back to you, laughing directly in your face.
But when you suddenly get pulled forward and feel warm hands around you, you open your eyes only to find yourself in Din's - and also Grogu's - arms. He presses you against him, his hand on the back of your head as if we will never let you go.
"It's not your fault, none of it", Din speaks to you, sounding so sure about what he says that it makes your heart beat faster. "You saved us, Y/N."
"I don't deserve your kindness. How can you forgive me? After everything I have done?", you ask, pushing yourself an arm's length away from him so your face is only inches away from his.
"I already forgave you", he concludes, resting his forehead against yours. "But I think it's time that you finally forgive yourself."
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kybercvnt · 2 years
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Saber Training
Pairing - Din Djarin x Jedi!GN!Reader
Summary - After reuniting with your favourite Mandalorian and realising how incompetent he is at holding the Darksaber, you decide to help him out.
Word Count - 2124
A/N – Since Bar Fight is my most popular fic, I decided as my birthday present to you (🥳🎉), I would gift you another Din Djarin fluff piece.
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Din was utterly pathetic at wielding the Darksaber. Every time he would wield the blade, he struggled to hold it upright, and most of the time it was too heavy so it was dragged behind him. No matter how many times The Armourer would tell him “you are fighting the blade” and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out how to mitigate this issue.
It pained you, a trained Jedi, to watch him resist the blade every time he held it. In battle, you would swing the blades like they were dancing across your fingertips, Din always admired the way they moved so fluidly in motion, sometimes he would get jealous when you would jump and slash through enemies with ease, while he was left with the bells and whistles attached to his armour.
So when he realised after defeating Gideon that he was the new rightful owner of the Darksaber, a part of him was awfully optimistic at the opportunity to be your equal at owning such an overpowered weapon.
When Luke arrived to collect Grogu, he urged you not to join him because of Grogu’s attachment to you, despite you being a Jedi. So you stayed with Din for a while longer, helping him with more bounties while grimacing at his sword fighting skills. Until Ahsoka had managed to contact you and urged you to travel to Ossus to use the attachment Grogu had for his own benefit in becoming a Jedi. You hesitantly accepted and made your final goodbyes to Din before reluctantly leaving him.
When you saw him again on Ossus, you ran into him with a warm embrace.
“What are you doing here?” You whispered into his shoulder. He shivered at the quiet words being said close to his ear. It had been a while since you had seen each other, and your voice brought back all the memories of your adventures together.
“I wanted to give Grogu this…” He said, and he pulled away from the embrace to reveal a neatly tied-up cloth from his pocket. You smiled at the shape. “...And I wanted to see you.” You looked up at the T-shaped visor as he said that, a warmth flooding your cheeks. Then you remembered his face from Gideon’s ship, his facial hair, his scruffy helmet hair, and the sadness in his eyes. You wondered what they looked like when he wasn’t so pained by the attachment he had grown on both you and Grogu.
You walked with him along a trail in the thick bamboo forest nearby, catching up on what you both had done in the span of time since you last saw each other. He continued his bounty hunting, and you helped Luke train Grogu while enjoying the tranquillity of the planet while not having to worry about war for once.
As you both walked deeper into the forest, you reached a large circular clearing. You broke from his side and ran towards the centre, where you pulled your lightsaber hilt from your belt and held it out in front of you.
“Let’s see if you’ve improved.” You requested a duel, and the blade expanded from the hilt, covering you in your lightsaber’s glow. You had at least hoped he had improved somewhat, maybe you could bestow your Jedi knowledge onto him.
He copied your actions and removed the hilt from his belt and held it out in front of him, but when he went to ignite the blade, his stance immediately faltered and the blade fell downwards. Just as you expected, he had barely made any improvements, yet you still wanted to see if he could prove you wrong.
You spun your blade around before charging towards him, lunging and swinging your sword down to greet him. He could block most of your attacks where they were predictable to the average person, but it was the speed he was raising his blade to meet yours was where he looked like he was struggling.
By the time he was able to raise the lightsaber to shoulder-length, it was far too heavy to swing to attack you. While he could barely lift the weapon, here you were, dancing around with such grace and mobility, managing to fit in so many spins and tricks with your lightsaber before you would land another blow to his weapon.
Finally, Din could no longer keep up with the fight and succumbed to the weight of the blade and your lightsaber met his beskar with sparks. His weapon hung loosely at his hips, resting the end of it on the ground as the dirt became charred. You sighed and stepped back, retracted your blade and put it away. He did the same.
“You need to learn how to control your weapon.” You said to him. His heavy breathing was being picked up by his vocoder, you had worn him out. You walked up to him and rested your hand on his arm. The heavy breathing had begun to slow, and you tried searching for those eyes you saw long ago, but they were hidden behind his Mandalorian identity.
You gently tugged him to follow you, and he did so diligently. You stopped him at the very centre of the duelling circle, and you slowly walked behind him, not leaving your hand on his arm.
“Hold the weapon.” There was that sweet whispering he loved so much. Maybe you could read his mind, one of those many Jedi tricks you would spring out of nowhere when it would benefit you both, he would be okay with it if that were the case.
He headed your words and removed the hilt from his belt once more and held it out in front of him. Your hand dragged itself down his arm, touching his wrist. He couldn’t feel it through all the beskar and fabric, but stars did his imagination go wild.
“Breathe.” You whispered again. “Let it be a part of you.” He listened, and he drew in a long and deep breath. Either he was doing it for you or because of you, he couldn’t tell. You were very distracting from the teaching you were trying to inflict on him.
He ignited the blade, and almost immediately the blade became too heavy for him and his arm dropped. He began to grow a little frustrated at not being able to master holding the weapon, let alone using it. Your arm, still fitted on his wrist, slunk itself to the other side and underneath, and you began to raise his arm for him. Just like that, it almost seemed like he was holding it like it was a feather.
“Let it be a part of you,” you repeated, “an extension of yourself.” He breathed in deeply once again, but you could still feel the stress and strain his muscles were feeling in preparation to hold it by himself. “Everybody has the force within them,” you said to him,  needing to get him in the right mindset to be able to understand the significance of using such a weapon, “it is up to them to embrace it. 
“I am no Jedi.” He responded. You took a moment before speaking, letting only the sound of silence and the whirring of the blade’s energy be heard in that time.
“No, you are not.” It was the truth that he wanted to hear, but did he really doubt himself this much? He had admired your swordsmanship, but now that he felt like a child, he knew he could never be on the same skill level as you. “But it does not mean you can’t be one with the force. Close your eyes.” You commanded him
You couldn’t prove if he had his eyes closed, but he did so anyway. “Feel it around you. Feel the life that lives beyond our control, feel the wind in the leaves, and the water flowing in the river. Feel me.” You were making him meditate, he realised this now, and it all felt a little silly to him. He was a damn bounty hunter and he had forgotten that all this Jedi business was an entire religion for you. Yet he wanted to understand how to control the Darksaber, he was doing this for you.
When you said the last part, his mind went straight back to all the times he had cherished you on your adventures together. When he would see you curled up asleep with the kid, or when he would watch you dance with your enemies and your lightsaber gliding through their bodies. He admired you and enjoyed your presence, so he knew what energy he was aiming to feel.
“Clear your mind.” You told him. You had sensed all of the thoughts racing through his head, distracting him from what he was supposed to be focusing on. Feel me. Feel me. Feel me. Your words kept repeating in his mind. This entire time without you and the kid, he felt lonely. He felt as though he was just filling in time until he could see you next. Now that he was finally reunited with you, he could reflect on this growing attachment to you. But now was not the time. You were trying to help him because you cared, so he paused those thoughts for the meantime, and focused on you, and only you.
“Breathe through the blade. Let it be an extension of your hand, it is a part of you now.” You said and he felt peaceful for once. This was the first time in a long while that he wasn’t thinking about his next bounty, or worrying about you and the kid. He felt the movement of your hand graze the fabric of his glove, and he felt the support of your experienced Jedi hands remove itself from him. Your hand still hovered underneath, in case he faltered, but it surprised both you and him when he continued to hold it out in front of him.
He opened his eyes, bewildered at the sight of his own hands being able to hold it properly for once. The strange sensation of your support lingered, so he twisted his wrist to see if it would stay. The weapon felt like nothing to him. There was a perfect distribution of weight along the blade and it was perfectly balanced.
He retracted the blade and turned to you. He watched you smile, the perfect, soft smile he loved. You were proud of him. He reattached the hilt to his belt before he began to reach for the sides of his helmet. Your smile quickly faded. From the surge of positive emotions like satisfaction and being proud of him to the hesitance of watching him leave his identity rendered you frozen.
In a blink of an eye, you saw that face you had remembered from long ago. It was different from how you remembered it. It was thankfully not as sad as you recalled from that time, but you were so close to him that you read his face easily. You ended up taking a small step back at the shock of such an intimate action. In return, he took a step towards you.
“I can’t pretend I don’t miss you anymore.” He admitted. Your heart swelled at his affection, but it popped soon after when you realised how screwed you were. You could say the same to him as well. There wasn’t a day that went by where you weren’t thinking about him one way or another. His face, or what you thought he was up to, or reminiscing on those times you would study his behaviour while he sat piloting the Razor Crest.
You knew you were screwed when you felt the same attachment to him. It was a foolish thing, and you knew Luke would be highly disappointed in you. Grogu, you knew he would forgive because he was still only a child, but you were a trained Jedi. Maybe it was all that built-up trust you had in one another for keeping to his creed, or all the times you saved each other and realised how dead you both would have been without each other’s support.
Now you were the one clouded in your own racing thoughts. Now you were the one whose face was easy to read. So in your state of realisation, he leant down and placed a kiss on your lips. At first, his intent was only a light peck to test the waters. He knew how much your Jedi code meant to you, but he figured that if he had the opportunity, he would take it. Luckily, you pressed your lips into his, perfectly interlocked with each other.
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beskarinhyperspace · 10 months
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Oh yeah? 
 ”You're playing a dangerous game here, pretty girl..”
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*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*
Din Djarin x fem.reader
Word Count:  1.1k 
Pure smutt, jealous mando, he’s obsessed with you, possessive, dark djarin, protective, sweet calling, claiming, praising, slight degradation, teasing, helmet on, armour also on, p in v, reader insert, no y/n, female reader, reader doesn't have a name
A/N: Still working on the next chapter for Moon Dust, in the meantime here's a little treat.
It's been a while since you've seen population. Going to the market this afternoon, makes you feel a bit human again. As you come back to the ship, you can see the imposing man in armour. Standing, at the top of the ramp. Arms crossed at his chest, he doesn’t look happy. 
”Where were you?” he asks, firm and impatient. 
You start walking up the ramp before talking. ”I was just taking some air..” 
He tilt his helmet at you, ”and why didn't you tell me you were going out? Anything can happen here. I told you.. I want to know where you are at all times.” 
You sigh, ”what are you scared of mando?” 
He looks at you and balling his first. ”I don't want anyone to touch you in any way.” 
”Why? It's not like we are going out or anything right? ” You ask him as you look straight in his visor with a little smirk. 
You can see him tense as he warns you, ”I'd be careful… ” before you cut him off. 
”I guess this is a bad time to tell you I've made a real boyfriend today then?” 
You don't have time to place another word before he starts to walk in your direction. He looks grand hovering over you. ”You're playing a dangerous game here, pretty girl. ” 
You can't help but feels small compared to him. His broad shoulders making you a little nervous knowing there's nowhere to escape. He takes his gloved hand bringing it to your face. ”you're mine, do you need to be reminded? ” He says pushing a piece of hair out.
You lower your eyes a bit, feeling intimidated but still you nod to him. 
You see him move, removing his gloves, tilting his helmet down to you. He takes two of his fingers. Moving them towards your lips. ”can you open up?” Asking in a raspy modulated voice.  
You do as you’re asked. Opening your lips slowly to take in his fingers into you moutch. Wetting them as you suck and pass your tongue on them. You can hear the need growing in his breathing as you look straight at him. He removes them going down, inside your pants. You can't help yourself, inhaling sharply as you feel the slick sensation passing softly on your clit. 
”That's my sweet girl.” he praises while his other hand goes under your shirt, grabbing a breast.. 
Hearing your soft needy voice, he start pinching the nipple, rolling it lightly between his fingers. Your pussy tightening around nothing, starving for him. You let your desire be known. Pushing out a desperate noise before you feel his fingers moving lower.
”You're cute when you try to make me jealous, I know she's mine.” He states as he slide two digits in. ”Look at you, already so wet, so needy and ready for me.” He pushed them all the way in curling them hitting that good spot. You start whimpering at the feeling. “Oh yeah, she’s definitly calling my name..” 
He chuckles at the sight of you becoming desperate for more as he removes them. While he undresses you, he passes a hand over you, caressing your body gently before taking you into his arms, moving to his bed and dropping you on it. He doesn't remove his armour, instead he lowers his pants down, letting out only his cock. You look at him while you're on your back before he flips you on your stomach.  
”Is this okay?” He asks you, moving forward, brushing the back of his hand on your ass sofly. 
You're so hot from enticipation all you can do is nod. The hungry man doesn't waste any time. Placing himself in between your thighs, he takes both his hands to your ass, spreading them to have a better look at you. He grunts at the sight of it, teasing your entrance, coating his cock with your juices.  
”So pretty baby.” You can hear him say as he continues to pass his cock, gliding over your wet cunt before going back to your entrance. 
”Please djarin..” You beg, voice shaking. 
He takes one hand moving it to your ass to squeeze it. ”Oh yeah? You want it that bad cyare?” 
You just whimper as he continues to play with you. 
”Speak up, tell me.” His voice dangerous with lust. 
”Yes, please, i want to feel you.. feel you inside me, please djarin.” As you supplicate.
You can feel the satisfaction in his small laugh as he push inside you, one stroke, quick and deep. You gasp at the wreaking sensation. He goes in and out a few times slow out but sharp in.  
Your body tensing as you feel your pussy getting wetter on his length and thickness moving into your walls.  
”You like that?” as he start to take the rhythm. 
All you do is whimper and cry as he pounds faster inside you. 
”Mmm yeah.. sweet girl that's it, let me hear you while i remind you that you’re mine.” 
Not controlling yourself you start crying louder. ”You fill me up so good djarin, i want no one else, only you.” 
He starts pounding into you harder and harsher. Grunting as he feels you getting tighter around him and your wet noises filling the walls of the silent ship. 
”That's my good girl.. mine.” He lets go of one hip as you hear wet noises coming from his mouth humming. After a few seconds, you feel his thumb slick over your ass hole, teasing it by pressing and sliding it slightly on it. 
“Maker, that feels so good. I want more.” You ask begging of him. 
He obliged, pressing his thumb slightly in. Feeling the tightness of your ass sends electricity to his cock as he starts to whimper as well.  
”you're so pretty, so perfect around my cock.. take me in so good sweet girl.” You hear him whisper like a prayer. 
Feelings of hot and cold flashes over you, and the noises you start to make should be illegal. Feeling warmth inside your belly, you start screaming of pleasure, as he fucks you deeper.  
”That's it baby, come on me, come with me, c’mon baby, that's good..” As he encourages you. 
You let out a grunting noise as you come, so does he as he follows you into the ecstasy. Slowing down his pace while still moving in and out filling your pussy with his cum.  
Breaths heavy, he caresses your lower back before squeezing your ass tightly, “Mine”   
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groguspicklejar · 1 year
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can I have a crumb of protective!Din?🥺🤲
Warnings: Protective!Din, a touch of soft!Din, Beetle being cute as always, men being men smh, society being a bitch🙄
You know I can never say no to Protective!Din🥺❤️💐
Boundary
The townsfolk are kind. Many of them reminded you of the villagers of Sorgan.
Well, most of them anyway.
There was this one old man.
Drunker than a Cantonian patron on Life Day.
Always with a bottle of alcohol in his hands, even though no one knows where the heck he gets the credits because he's unemployed.
Always chasing skirts that pass by.
You know the type.
He's that one uncle with a questionable reputation and probably a couple of failed marriages.
Most of the townsfolk ignored him because he doesn't cause much harm
other than being the occasional annoyance, of course.
It wasn't anything you didn't see from Greed Karga's cantina and you've grown used to it.
Mando, however, was having none of that.
"Beautiful woman like you alone in a place like this?" you tried not to cringe too much at his horrid breath as he leaned against the wall, probably to make sure he doesn't fall over from losing his balance.
He glanced between you and the babbling baby in your arms.
It was quite unfortunate that he lived on the same floor as you, but up until now, you were sure that you weren't going to cross paths with him.
You never liked the way men looked at you.
From a very young age, you've been cursed with your mother's beauty, destined to be nothing but a thing to be gawked at by men who wanted another ornament in their possession.
You could never complain about it.
Being pretty means you're luckier than most people because you get all the pretty things from people.
People who always seem to want something in return.
People who don't care if they tear you to pieces and leave nothing for the universe.
You've been told that you should be grateful for all the attention you get from all these men, especially the rich ones.
As if garnering their attention was something to be proud of.
It wasn't.
It never is.
"I'm not alone, sir." you try being as polite as possible as you made an attempt at side-stepping him.
He only got in your way. "Sir? Oh, sugar, you're too sweet.  How about I walk you and your weird baby to your room–"
You didn't even hear him coming.
The Mandalorian was behind you before either one of you could comprehend, stepping between you and the old man before he could try and lean forward.
"How about no?" said the Mandalorian.
You held Beetle to your chest 
"Mandalorian…" the man chuckled nervously. "Look, I didn't want any trouble–"
"Then get lost." Mando sharply interjected, cold and unmoving.
A strong barrier between you and unwanted attention.
You've always known that the Mandalorian was respectful and more often than not, didn't push the boundaries that you had and you didn't even have to tell him.
You just didn't expect him to want everyone else to follow that logic.
"Alright, alright—" the man raised his hands in surrender while taking a few steps back, stumbling in the process. "No need to be mean, Mando."
He almost fell down again if it weren't for the fact that he was in such a hurry to get as far away from the Mandalorian as possible.
"Are you both okay?" The concern in his tone made your insides warm.
His visor tipped down to examine both you and the child, who happily giggled and lifted his arms.
"We're fine, Mando. No need to worry." you reassure him, smiling.
The Mandalorian took Beetle from your hands and rubbed his little green ear.
Your heart melted a little at the slight, especially when the baby cooed and leaned in for more ear scratches.
"Let's go." he says. "I don't want to be responsible for what happens if I see him again."
You try not to shudder as you walk past him while heat rushes to your face.
You don't think you'll ever get used to having your own personal bodyguard.
You will have to get used to the fact that he's always going to threaten anyone who pushes your boundaries…
or kill them…
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kyberblade · 5 months
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Give It To Me In Basic (Din x Reader)
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A/N: This is just something that the premise came to mind when I listened to a song and I couldn’t let it sit. I wrote it in practically one sitting and just saw where it went - it was basically an exercise to stretch my writing muscles after a while away, and it felt really good! It’s incredibly sappy and domestic and I hope you like it. 🥹 (Not a part of my other series, this is an entirely new Din x Reader to me. Hi. Hello.) I also wanted to try writing in “she/her” instead of “you”, but this is still definitely an entirely blank reader insert. No physical descriptions are used. No mention of Y/N.
I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.
Summary: Din finds softness after a life of rigidity, and he’s not willing to let it go. (*Chandler Bing voice* Could I have been more vague?)
Warnings: Fluff? Like tooth rotting amounts of fluff and domesticity. Din being a sap. Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Swearing. Mentions of typical show violence. Mando’a. Swearing. Mentions of pregnancy at the end. Some spoilers if you squint? (But if you’re here, you know how this works.) (No but like really, it follows the plot of season 2 and TBoBF, so mentions of that briefly, if you don’t want that spoiled, don’t read.) Helmetless Din. What? Who said that? 👀😬 Again: No mention of Y/N. (In fact this is written as “she/her” instead of “you”, but is an entirely blank reader insert.)
Word count: 1,206 (I know. I am as shocked as you are at how brief this is.)
Thanks to @fordo-kixed-rex for reading over this and sending me a caps locked series of texts as a response. And to @what-the-heckin-heck and @littlemisspascal for telling me it’s not too fluffy/sappy/much.
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There was a softness Din had come to know, grown familiar with, and let it entangle with his life like a well kept plant on someone’s warm windowsill.
It had snuck up on him when he’d least expected it. Not in the middle of a battle, or on some backwater planet, but in the quiet moments in between.
It had a heart unlike anything he’d ever seen. Something vibrant and larger than life, that welcomed him and his son with open arms and without a second glance.
The heart was worn on the sleeve of a woman, who by every standard was normal, nothing brilliant or captivating, but to Din she was everything. He couldn’t look away whenever she was nearby, her beauty both inside and out something that pulled him in with a force he didn’t understand.
Her touch sent shockwaves across his skin, the first time she shook his hand making him shudder even through his gloves. As time went on and he found himself lost in a darkened hull of the Crest, the woman at his side as they tangled further up in one another, his breath caught in his chest as her slight hand reached up to cup his cheek.
It wasn’t the touch of a lover, the sensuality of the trace of her fingers that stole from him. It was the closeness. The nearness. Something in the touch felt like home.
And he never felt at home again unless those hands were cradling him in some way, even through his armor. He’d lean into the touch, though he couldn’t feel it through his beskar, he swore he could. This was home. This is what he was trying to come back to.
Her laugh made him laugh. A foreign and buzzing feeling climbing out of his chest. Just the thought of it made him chuckle, shaking his head and telling his contact it was nothing, he was just amazed the bounty was so stupid.
Maybe it was selfish, but he didn’t want to share her with anyone. He’d found a little slice of happiness in this godforsaken galaxy, why did he have to let anyone else know about it?
When he lay on the ground, wind knocked out of him after an enemy had gotten a lucky hit, it wasn’t the sky above he saw, it was her eyes. They sparkled mischievously at him anytime she plotted her next move, often to get him to just relax. 
For years he’d seen calculating gazes, sneers, narrowed eyes of distrust and hate. He saw none of these with her. Only peace.
How ironic, he thought, getting back to his feet before causing carnage. To get back to the softness, there must first be all this chaos.
He saw it each time he came home. The light dulled just slightly in her eyes. She loved him just as much, if not more than before, but she longed to tell him while looking into his own eyes. She knew the Creed. She understood. Doesn’t mean it hurt any less. For either of them.
It was a night on the Crest, he woke with a start at the silence. He didn’t hear the child’s snores. Realization sunk in as he remembered the kid was with the Jedi. He was used to the silence as he slept, then he became used to the kids soft sounds, but they’re gone now. But slowly he eased back asleep, his eyes falling slowly shut when he realized she was there, in his arms, breathing deep and sound asleep…. His new familiar. He softly smiled as she started to snore.
Now the child was back in his care, and he was off to Mandalore to restore his honor, become a Mandalorian in the eyes of the Creed once more. His new ship had no room for anyone other than himself and Grogu, so he made arrangements to leave her on Navarro with Karga. 
After a private goodbye, where he saw the disappointment she would never voice once again painting her features, he set the ship to ascend up into the atmosphere. Once he was just above the clouds, he made a last minute decision, hailing her on her comm as he made a loop to come back around under the cloud cover.
“Look up,” was all he would say. 
But as he made a final pass by, just under the clouds without his helmet, he could see her on the ground, her smile like a beacon for miles around. From this distance the only thing she could really see clearly was his smile, but that was everything.
Her breath stuttered over the comm. “Meh'shab? Me'dinuir…. Ranov'la. Me'dinuir…. Mesh’la.” (“The fuck? To share…. Secret. To give each other…. Beautiful.”)
Din laughed. “Wanna try that again?”
She huffed. “Sorry. Ori'meshla.” (“Very beautiful.”)
Din snorted out a laugh.
She sighed, her words coming out barely above a breath. “Stars, I hope our ad has your smile.” (“Child.”)
Din paused, about to pull up on the controls. “What?”
“Wayii! Did I say that out loud?” She looked up to see Din circling lower and lower. “Don’t you dare land, Din Djarin.” The N1 was getting lower still as she spoke. “I mean it. You have planets to save. People to meet and-” The exhaust of the starfighter sent her hair every which way, her face scrunching up against the gust. “What was I thinking you would do, I don’t know?” The last words were mumbled into Din’s chest plate, his arms pulling her into him as soon as he was back on the ground. (Exclamation of surprise)
“Are you….?” His voice was barely above a whisper, his modulator popping with the lack of sound behind it.
She nodded into his beskar. “Yaihadla.”
“As much as I love you speaking Mando’a, just give it to me in Basic. My brain isn’t working properly right now-”
She tilted her head back to look up into his visor, her voice soft. “I’m pregnant, Din.” Her eyes scanned over his helmet, searching for purchase. “You’re gonna be a dad, Djarin.” Grogu squealed from the cockpit of the N1, pulling her eyes over toward the tiny green ward, and a smile up her face. “Well, again. You’ll be a dad, again.”
Din froze for a moment before reaching up and ripping his helmet off, immediately pulling her into a searing kiss. Her muffled sounds of surprise melted away after just a moment, her arms coming up around his neck to pull him closer still, and causing his lips to pull up into a smile against her own. Finally breaking the kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers, both of them breathing heavily.
“Careful,” she teased, “that’s how we got into this situation in the first place.”
Din just shook his head in amusement at her, chuckling, and never removing his forehead from hers. Looking up through his lashes, he found her already doing the same to him. “Hi,” he muttered quietly.
“Hi,” she replied on a breath, making his smile pull higher still. “Osik,” she continued on a breath, going on when he cocked his head to the side, pulling back just slightly. “I really hope they get your smile.” (“Shit.”)
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aresrambles · 2 years
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Hi can you do dinxreader, where the reader is friendly and a bit talkative and all of the sudden din says something that’s makes the reader go completely quite. They just remain quite rest of the way Bcz they’re hurt and din just gets weirded out by the silence. I love angst lol. Thank you so much!
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mando x gn!reader - din snaps at reader, (maybe toxic!din?), angst, fluffy ending (1028 words)
a/n: thank u for ur request anon!! i hope this is okay, i ended it with a fluffy ending. i'm not great at angst yet but hopefully i'll improve when i keep at it ☆
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"Remember the last time we were on Coruscant? I had the craziest kriffing time."
You happily chatter away next to your stoic companion, who stares at the array of dimly lit controls that lay in front of you.
"Maybe it's because I'm just from some lame village," You lean your head back against the headrest and sigh, eyes becoming glossy due to the bright shooting lights of hyperspace. "But Coruscant has always been so attractive to me." You're unaware of Din's twitching fingers, and instead fixated on the expanse of stars behind the glass. Perhaps if you had been paying a little more attention, you would have read the uncomfortable posture your companion had adopted; jealousy settling into his nerves. He remains silent as you continue, not offering any sign of acknowledgment of your monologue.
"The city is insane, and some people there look so high-class. Those silky evening dresses and shirts! Maker, such stupidly unique fashion and the droids are so advanced! I think I went clubbing once and there was this one particular type of droid that-"
"Can you shut up?" Din finally snaps, helmet glaring at you. You immediately pause in the midst of your ramble, eyes wide and heart racing at the sudden outburst. You were accustomed to seeing Din act coldly, however he had never treated either you or Grogu in this manner. Not ever. You can only clamp your mouth shut and redirect your gaze down to your boots, humiliation taking ahold of your body. Were you speaking too much? Did you say something to irritate him? The Mandalorian seemed fine when you had all boarded the ship, and had even insisted on putting the kid to sleep to allow you some time to rest. You wish for the seat to swallow your body up so you didn't have to bear the now aching silence of the cockpit. You wish for Din to tell you what you did wrong. A half-hearted apology begins to crumble and travels down from your mind into your mouth, but you stop yourself. You haven't done anything wrong, to your knowledge, so why did Din feel the need to act like that? To make you feel so shitty for just trying to make conversation?
Instead, you turn your body away from him and settle further down into the seat, face turned away from him so your expression would be unreadable. Or so you thought. Din watches your face through the warped reflection in the glass screen surrounding you both, fixated on every minor twitch or blink on your features. He knows his reaction was unwarranted, but when you don't reply to him at all, he begins to worry. How was he supposed to say that the first time he saw you back in Coruscant he was hellbent on keeping those so called "high-class" bastards away from you? That he trekked through the city in a selfish stakeout to keep you out of harms way, and coincidentally run into you at a bar in the midst of the night? That the very idea of you being impressed by those narcissistic and sleazy bastards was making his stomach turn?
He's unable to do any of those things, and can only grip onto his levers a little tighter than before as the Crest runs the course of its journey in an unsettling quietness. The sort of discomforting silence that it hadn't experienced since back when Din would travel alone. Although it was an unwelcome change to your journey, Din couldn't find it in him to speak once more. Guilt nestled itself between all of the silent gaps and soon enough the only thing to have caused any commotion was Grogu's soft cries once he had awoken from his nap. You inwardly thank the Maker for his well-timed disturbance and rise from your seat to tend to him, before feeling cool leather wrap around your wrist.
You both remain there, still for a few seconds, before Din gets up properly and tugs you back away from the ladder. He leaves you alone in the cockpit whilst Grogu's distressed gurgles turn into barely there snores- no doubt the result of his father's swaying and cooing. The thought makes your stomach tighten in what can only be embarrassingly described as affection. You don't hear him when he returns, too absorbed in your own thoughts to be aware of the faint clank of DIn's feet against the floor.
"I apologise."
"Oh. No, it's fine. I guess all fathers want to spend quality time with their kids."
"What?" DIn's helmet cocks to the side in confusion, before he shakes it and settles back into his seat. "No, I mean about earlier. It was... wrong of me to behave in that manner. I'm sorry."
Oh. You can only shrug your shoulders and smile in an attempt to brush it off, not wanting to make a big deal out of it in front of him. Din seems to know that you're putting up a front, and continues,
"I love hearing you talk, but Coruscant- I'm sorry. It's selfish but it's like it threatens to take you from me. It may be beautiful but it's... unsafe. I don't like remembering when you were back there. What if I can't protect you this time? What if you get hurt?"
Your eyes struggle to focus on the beskar-clad man in front of you, becoming fuzzy with tears. "I thought that I had done something to upset you." You mumble, irritation dissipating. Din was, as always, simply concerned for your safety. You shake your head and stifle a pained chuckle, wiping your eyes. "That was messed up." you end up on, inching towards him.
Din welcomes you with open arms, guiding your head into his chest and settling his helmet into the crook of your neck.
"I really am sorry, I won't ever speak like that to you again. I just need you safe, meshla."
You hum in understanding as his hands drop to your back, drawing soft circles underneath your shirt. It was a sweet warmth in comparison to the icy atmosphere prior, and your mind begins to relax completely. Soon enough, the Crest's quiet doesn't seem so awful anymore.
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Din Djarin x reader drabble #1
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     Your brow was scrunched when you woke, a feeble attempt to ease the pounding ache in your skull. Everything hurt, waves of prickly hot heat pulsing through you like electricity. Din was laying in the sleeping pod beside you. You could hear the faint snoring coos of Grogu asleep in his crib just outside the door. You were covered in sweat but didn’t seem to have a fever. Were you sick? Had you gotten injured earlier in the day without realizing it? 
     You tried to move, panicking as the pain in your head grew worse. What was going on? You brushed the blanket aside and tried to sit up. Nausea hit hard, making you dizzy and breathless. Din stirred beside you. Your head fell limp against the pillow. You pressed the palms of your hands into your eye sockets. It didn’t help. It felt as if the headache was going to eat you alive from the inside out. 
     “What’s wrong?” Din shifted onto his side to look at you, fingers sliding around your waist. 
     “I don’t know,” you closed your eyes and shook your head. “I hurt.” 
     “Woah, woah, easy,” every trace of sleep vanished from his voice. Din propped himself up on one elbow and looked you over in the darkness. “What hurts?” 
     “My head,” you squirmed onto your side to face him, flinching as he pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. “Din,” 
     “I’ll get the med kit.” 
     “Baby,” 
     “Yeah.” 
     “No,” you grabbed his hand. “Don’t wake the baby.” 
     “I won’t.” Din turned your hand and pressed a kiss to your wrist. “Just lie still.” 
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FIND YOU AGAIN
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pairing: mando x reader
WC: 1.5k
rating/warnings: none yet
summary: “i will look for you in every lifetime, until we finally stay” or, the beginning of it all
a/n: heyyyy. so i’ve had this in the works for forever. i’m so happy to finally share it with you. this chaoter is mostly exposition!
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PART ONE: a long time ago, in agalaxy far, far away
i. the beginning
You freeze in place in your seat at the dusty cantina when he walks in, commanding the attention of everyone in the room.
You’ve never seen a mandalorian before. Not a real one, anyway.
You grew up on Corellia, scavenging the streets of the bustling industrial planet. Naturally, you’ve seen a few pieces of stolen and ancient beskar through the years, but never a full set. Never full beskar armor.
If you weren’t so scared, you would ogle the imposing man like everyone else in the cantina.
You’d been licking your wounds, deciding to day-drink in the local cantina.
You knew it would be only a matter of time until Aven sends one of his goons again after you to collect what he’s owed.
The cut on your cheek from the last time he’d threatened you stings in response. You wince. If you were anywhere else in the galaxy, on a planet like Coruscant, it’d be easy to disappear into the masses. Here, though, it’s nearly impossible. You’re backed into a corner. Maybe a mandalorian is better than the Twi’lek and Zabrak Aven sends to do his dirty work. At least this will be clean.
Your breath freezes in your throat when the Mandalorian comes to a stop on the barstool next to you.
Shit, you think. This is it.
For a moment, you allow yourself to think of all you wish you could’ve done. How much of the galaxy you wanted to see before your life ended. Now, you’d be spending the rest of it in carbonite.
You take a shaky breath as the beskar-clad bounty hunter sits on the stool beside you.
“Okay,” you turn to him. “I won’t put up a fight.”
His helmet tilts toward you as you address him. You gaze into the black of the t-shaped visor.
“I know you’re here for me. I didn’t pay—I get it. But, please, can I say goodbye to someone first?”
His helmet tilts to the side at your words.
“I won’t try to run, I promise.”
“You—“
The words die in his throat as the doors to the cantina swing open. You freeze as the three men you’ve come to recognize as part of Aven’s circle storm in.
There’s the two usual suspects: the twi’lek and Zarback, plus a new man, a human with a scar and an eyepatch.
Their eyes scan through the room and stop on you.
Fuck, maybe the Mandalorian wasn’t sent to get you.
Panic rises in you as they begin to make their way toward you.
Maybe you will die today.
“Get up,” you barely have time to register the deep, modulated voice before a gloved hand is pulling you to your feet roughly.
“Eyes forward, hands behind your back,” he orders. “Now.”
You’re dumbstruck: what the hell is going on? But, you obey. It’s your best bet.
Wordlessly, he clips metal handcuffs around your wrists behind your back, grabbing them with one hand. The Mandalorian shoves you forward roughly.
“Walk.”
You do, tripping over your feet. Your eyes find Aven’s goons at the door, their own eyes watching your exchange with the Mandalorian. They look as confused as you feel.
“That’s right, don’t even think about running,” the Mandalorian pulls you backward toward his chest, the corner of his helmet kissing your cheek. “Because I will catch you.”
You shiver and nod as he pushes you out of the cantina and into the hot, dry Jakku sun.
- -
You take the job because you’re on the run, and you need to get the hell off of Jakku.
Once you leave the cantina, the Mandalorian leads you roughly to the back of the building, coming to a stop in an alley.
Without saying a word, he turns you around and unlocks the cuffs that bind your wrists.
You rub them tenderly. The metal-covered man comes to stand in front of you.
“Those were the men after you, I take it?” He asks.
You furrow your eyebrows and nod.
“I—yeah. What was that?”
“You looked like you could use the help,” he shrugs.
You blanch.
“Well, thanks,” you blink. “But, I don’t know if you’ve done more than delay the inevitable. I’ll be dead by the end of the week if I don’t get off this rock.”
He tilts his head, causing the silver of his helmet to glint in the sun. You sigh.
“I owe this guy—Aven—some money. A lot of money, actually. Then last week, he tried to get me to pay in…other ways. He didn’t take it well when I refused him.”
It was terrible. Your skin crawled just remembering the way his eyes raked over your body when you’d gone to make one of your monthly payments.
“Hm,” the Mandalorian hums.
“So, thanks, but,” you deflate, not knowing how to finish that sentence.
“What if,” he begins, his voice nothing more than a modulated grumble. “You owe me one.”
“I’m sorry?” You ask.
“I helped you out. You owe me a favor.”
“I’d be happy to return it, uh, sir,” you say, tripping over what to call him. “But, you don’t have much time to cash it in.”
“I need help. On my ship.”
“On your…ship?” You ask, heart leaping.
This could be it. Your ticket off of this planet, your freedom.
“I-I’m not a mechanic. I’m a scavenger, I can’t—“
“You good with kids?”
“—what?”
“Kids. You good with them?”
You blink, lost for words. This is …bizarre. A Mandalorian—one that just dragged you out of your favorite cantina—is asking you for …childcare? It’s so comical you almost laugh.
“I guess?”
“I need someone to watch my kid while I work. Travel with me. I can’t keep an eye on him and hunt at the same time.”
“You have a kid?”
He nods.
You stare at the impassive face of his mask and wonder. You’re at a crossroads: do you accept whatever fate Aven has planned for you, or put your future in the hands of a man you’ve only just met?
“Will you take the job?”
You take a breath, before closing your eyes tight.
You open them, and nod.
- -
“He’s …yours?”
The baby is green. The baby is green.
He has big, endless, black eyes and a little button nose situated under. His forehead is wrinkled, and he smiled under clawed hands. He’s …cute. Albeit in a strange way.
You have never before seen a life form even remotely like him. It’s fascinating. What is he doing with a Mandalorian?
“He’s adopted.”
You chuckle at the awkward admission.
The Mandalorian—or, Mando, as he told you to call him—is holding the baby at his hip, in the cockpit of his ship, the Razor Crest. What will be your home for the foreseeable future.
He’s given you the tour already.
The ship is old—pre-empire, but it gets the job done. It’s small, but you’ve never needed much space to live. You’ve never had much space to live. This is just fine.
There’s one bunk. Not ideal, but again: you’ve lived in much worse. He told you that you can take shifts sleeping, that way the kid will always have someone up if he needs it.
The way he cares for the kid is… heart-warming. It seems almost strange: a man so big and hulking, capable of causing so much damage, being so gentle with such a helpless creature. It makes you wonder why he’s trusting you, someone he just met, to care for him.
“He have a name?” You ask, looking at him. The kid just stares at you with big eyes and coos, nonsense coming out.
“Uh…no,” Mando replies. “I usually just call him ‘kid.’”
You’re taken aback, but nod nonetheless.
“Alright. ‘Kid’ it is.”
Mando nods and sets the baby down in his hovering crib.
“Do you…need to retrieve anything before we leave?”
You shake your head and fold your hands in front of you.
“Everything I can own I keep on me. I’ve never had the need for more.”
Mando is silent at that and nods.
“Before,” he says after a moment of silence. “You said there was someone you wanted to say goodbye to. Do you—“
“No,” you interrupt a little too sharply. “I mean, no. There’s nobody.”
For a moment, he looks at you, and you wonder how a visor can hold so much emotion. He stares at you like he can see right through you. And maybe he can under that helmet. Either way, it makes you squirm.
You clear your throat.
“So we can, uhm,” you sit down near one of the windows in the cockpit. “We can leave whenever.”
The mandalorian just nods and goes to prepare for take-off.
Later, before the ship makes the jump to hyperspace, you watch as Jakku fades into a sandy dot in space.
You’re struck with the strange feeling the rest of your life is about to begin
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heyhilana · 2 years
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Take It Slow (Din Djarin)
Summary: When looking for new blasters and finding a place to fix your ship, you realize that nightfall has come and you will have to stay in a room for the night. But when there is only one bed and the bathroom only conceals but so many moans, crossing the lines of hunters and partners seems impossible to ignore.
A/N: Hey lovelies! I was on tumblr when I saw a post about a virgin!Din fic so I figured I would give it a go :) I've lost the post since then sadly because it’s been well over a year but I tried to follow what I remembered and added my own spin to it. I hope you enjoy as there will likely be another part added to this so possibly a short series <3 Also, in this instance, helmetless!Din is needed because I think for his first time, he needs all the interaction/intimacy he can get 💚
Pairing: Din Djarin x !f reader (both are hunters)
Warnings: Voyeurism, male and female masturbation, handjob, a little breast sucking, cumshot.
Word Count: 5.8k
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Din always kept to himself as you worked on the ship. A quiet man that knew how to talk with few words seemed to blend with you very well despite you wanting to strike up a conversation with him. It was not to make him uncomfortable, rather you just wanted to know more about the man that picked you up from Navarro after you helped him catch a quarry. Both of you had contrasting stories of who should’ve had the quarry first, Din saying you ambushed him and you pointing out that he only took the quarry a few days after you did based on the logs. He would never admit it but when he split the reward 60/40 with you getting the bigger half, that was his small way of admitting you were right.
But now after a month of traveling with him, you wondered about who he was, his life, and the way of the Mandalorian. You learned some things from studying him, knowing how he polished his armor with precision, that it was another part of him. His pride in his gun slinging, the small practices that would take place in secluded areas when both of you needed to get out of the ship. That his moral compass crafted by the way of the Mandalorian was much stronger than others yet in times of distress it would fall down and the human side of him would come out. You knew that he would never admit it, but he was a different version of other rare Mandalorians you found. His humane side was what drew you to him, made you realize that underneath all that beskar was a heart of gold and he would give his life to those that deserved to be saved. Just how he spoke to you at first versus now, a month later. He was not as stoic, and even when you spoke he would listen attentively, savoring your words and you would try to read his emotions through the T visor that made it nearly impossible to do so. But with his body language, you could tell that he enjoyed your company mostly, that even with the events of how you two met he was appreciative that you would stay after all this time. And with him, here and there he would leave the trail of breadcrumbs of who he was that you would take eagerly, knowing that he had a lifetime of stories waiting to be told to the right person.
But there was one thing that struck you more than you would like to admit, something that burned deep inside you. For a man that traveled all over, did he ever get close to anyone? Were you the first he opened up to? He had decent enough social skills, but you always wondered if he had more friends than Greef Karga, although you were not sure if they were friends, more of acquaintances from your knowledge. Although you were the same as Din, the lone warrior that didn’t get close to anyone in fear of death, not so much for you but for them, you could understand why he didn’t. But still, that thought of if anyone got as close as you did, maybe closer plagued your mind as you walked with him on the streets of Mos Espa, catching yourself looking at him a little longer than you should be. You didn’t want him to catch your curious eye so you settled for looking straight ahead, seeing that the sanctuary was nearby.
“Din, why did we come here?”
“Boba collected a few new blasters for you to choose from and there’s some repairs that need to be done.” The mechanics here were okay, but they took too long to fix any ship they were given. But in regards to your blaster, he was right, your trusty blaster finally giving out on you on your last bounty hunt.
“It’s not my fault that he shot my blaster out of my hand. Besides, I can fix it.”
“You’ve been saying that since it happened. It’s been two weeks, it’s not fixed, and we have a new bounty already.”
“I fix everything don’t I?” You walk over to the market, an older woman selling a favorite treat of yours that you hadn’t had since your last trip here. You pointed at the treat at the top and she began putting it in the bag.
“Save your credits for something useful.” Din whispered to you, but you ignored him.
“Make that two.” The older woman put another in and Din groaned.
“I’m not eating that.” He huffed as you paid the woman the credits you owed. You took one out of the bag and took a bite, the savory flavor melting in your mouth as you felt eyes on you.
“You’re no fun.” You replied as you took another bite.
“Hunters don’t have fun.” He retorted as you both got closer to the sanctuary.
“Says who?”
“You know who.” You rolled your eyes at what he was referring to.
“Just one bite. It’s not going to kill you.”
“I’m not so sure about that.” He knocked on the door and waited a few moments. Soon the door opened and Fennec Shand was there, her rifle still in hand.
“Someone has a companion.” She noted as she let you two walk in. Din said nothing about it, yet you were thinking about the face she made towards Din. Din always worked alone, and yet here you were still tagging along with him. Maybe he had a soft spot for you that no one else could see until Fennec commented on it.
“Where is he?” Din asked.
“In the bacta tank again. Maker, does he stay in there for so long.” She put down her rifle and you sat down. Just before you could respond, Boba came out donned in his armor and with his helmet in hand. You had to admit, he was intimidating just as much as Din was, perhaps even more. But his calm demeanor was what you enjoyed, knowing that he owned the room if he wanted to.  
“Ah, welcome. Anyone care for a drink?” Boba asked.
“No thank you, Mando and I are on a tight schedule.” Din nodded his head in agreement.
“Very well then. Fennec, could you get the blasters for us?” She nodded and got the box of blasters, and you were excited to see what was there. Although you did not want to give up your old one, you knew that the new blasters would provide you with an easier time with hunting.
“So, how’s this arrangement been?” He pointed between the two of you at the word arrangement.
“It’s been fine. Although she’s still lying about who got the quarry first,” You rolled your eyes at his lie, knowing that he was going to still lie to others when it was clear who had it first.
“Then why did I get the larger portion of the credits?” You turn your head towards him, and you feel your heart racing when you see how he looks sitting down. His legs somewhat spread apart, his fingers drumming up on his thigh, beskar perfectly polished. Every little thought that you had prior was wiped as all you wanted was to take a seat right in his lap, feeling the cool beskar kiss your skin, his hands trailing up your body as he claimed you. When you heard the sound of Fennec coming back you returned to reality.
“Oh, he’s a sharer now is he. You may have gotten on his good side then.” Fennec returned with the box of blasters and opened it up which led you straight to heaven. They were beautiful, and if you could’ve taken them all with you and choose from there you would’ve. You and Din both got up to get a closer look and without hesitation, he saw one that he knew you would’ve liked.
“Use this one. It’s perfect for you.” Din handed you the new blaster, carved with a precision that you loved. Your fingers brushed his and you felt goosebumps rising on your skin, wondering what his hands felt like underneath his gloves. But soon that thought went away as the glint from the sun made you love your blaster more, a new weapon for a lifetime of adventures. There was even a carving in that was sentimental, a crusader that you fell in love with as a kid and was your dream ride. You pulled your rusty blaster out and put it on the table and put your new blaster in your dominant hand. You turned away from the three of them and aimed at one of the random objects that laid around and took a shot, aiming perfectly and watching the object obliterate.
“Did you have to do that?” Boba sighed.
“Well I’m not going to shoot out in the open.” You pointed to another old object and shot at that too, a smile creeping up on your face at how powerful it was. You knew that your skills as a hunter were going to increase now that you had a weapon that was equally powerful.
“She’s perfect. What do you think, Mando?” You turned to face him and he looked stiff, like he couldn’t believe what he just saw. Fennec elbowed him and he cleared his throat.
“I-I think she’s perfect for you.” You could hear the strain in Din’s voice, but you couldn’t figure out why he was strained so suddenly.
“Did you want to look at anymore?”
“Nope. She’s perfect so I’ll take her. Thank you, both of you.” Boba and Fennec nodded and you and Din walked out of the palace, seeing that it was now nightfall.
“Did you want to rest?” You asked, holstering your new weapon.
“I can rest on the ship.”
“We never got a call on the ship. It won’t be fixed until dawn more than likely,” You pointed out, seeing that up ahead from the cantina was a building you recognized. “Look, there’s a place we can rest for the night.”
“But-“
“Din, you can’t stay up for 24 hours. Even hunters need rest.” You were stern, and the way Mando reluctantly followed you as you led the way made you smile.
You both walked over to the building, noticing that it was slightly run down. Din opened the door for you and you thanked him, walking over to the front desk. The strange alien looked at you both and then looked down, possibly in fear.
“A room for you both?” The alien said, turning away to get a key.
“Two actually.” Din corrected.
“There’s only one room. If you want, there’s another place down the road.”
“How far is it?”
“It’s…pretty far.” The alien said nothing more, only giving you the key.
“Are there at least two beds?” You asked, uneasy as you took the key.
“Nope, only one. But it’s big enough for two people. You will be in room 6.” The glint in the alien’s eye made you suspect that he was planning something, but you weren’t sure as to what.
“We’ll make it work.” Din was short with the alien and he started to walk down the hall, and you followed behind him, not really knowing how this would go. As small as the ship was you both had your own living quarters but this? A shared room, a shared bed, it spelled disaster in red lettering.
Din reached the end of the hall, just where room 6 was. He moved out of the way for you to get to the door and you unlocked it, your heart racing as you felt him so close to you. As you walked in, you realized that the bed was indeed big enough for you both yet you wouldn’t have as much wiggle room as you would like to make sure you didn’t invade his personal space. You sat down on the left side of the bed and took off your shoes as he did the same, silence falling between you both. You weren’t sure if it was best to break it since it may make things awkward between you two, but once your shoes were off and your little bag of the treat was still there, you wanted to see if he would try it now.
“Just one bite, Din.” You turned over to see that he was taking off his armor one by one, putting it on the nightstand and the chair.
“No. That could be poison.” At this point, you were sure that he was just telling you no to spite you since he didn’t want to admit that it tasted good.
“If it was poisoned, I would be dead by now. Just try it.” You moved over and he faced you, his body stiffening at how you were gracefully looking up at him. You gave him the treat, his gloves off at this point. The skin to skin contact sent shivers down your spine, taking a quick glance at his hands to see the battle scars on his knuckles. You wondered how he got them, be it during his days of training or a hardened battle that made him the Mandalorian you knew him to be, but those thoughts ceased to exist the minute he lifted up his helmet slightly to take a bite. You could barely make out his lower half, but the plump pink lips were definitely not hard for you to see. You watched him take a bite, and the way he savored each bite made you smile, knowing that you had gotten him.
“Do you like it?” You were grinning at this point, the little frown on his face evident that he wanted to tell you that you were wrong.
“It’s…okay.” He finally gets out, finishing the rest of it in another bite.
“Oh? Just okay? Why did you finish it then?” You question to your amusement.
“I don’t waste food. That’s all,” You scoffed at his poor excuse.
“Right. You keep telling yourself that.” He put his helmet back down and he went to open the door to the bathroom.
“I’ll be out in a minute for you to freshen up.” He walked in and closed the door just as fast, not giving you a chance to react. You ignored it, deciding on taking off your clothes so that you could get in to freshen up right away. The fresher was turned on at full blast from what you heard, which was promising as you wanted to have the water hit your back to relax. You took off your belt, making sure your new blaster was carefully placed on the nightstand for safety. Just as you were getting ready to take off everything else, you heard the sounds of grunting coming from the bathroom. You chose to ignore it, stripping down to just your bare layers protecting your modesty. But just as you were getting ready to ask Din if he was done, your heart leaped out of your chest when you heard the chant of your name. Suddenly, your name was echoing through the room as those sounds from the bathroom got louder. You felt something rising in the pit of your stomach, the desire to know if he wanted you despite never making it obvious. Before your mind could protest your feet were treading carefully over to the closed bathroom door, and your ear was carefully pressed up on it. And from that, whatever self-control you had flown out the window.
“Ah! Need her, need Y/N.” You were shocked for two reasons. One, this was one of the rare times you heard Din without his helmet on besides earlier with the treat, his voice crisp and velvety to your ears. Two, he needed you? Wanting you would already make you weak at the knees but the begging? The needing? Oh, you were done for the minute it registered into your head. You listened closely, feeling the familiar wetness pool beyond your control.
“Please, I need you. Would do anything to have you right here,” He was practically a whimpering mess, his desperation making your eyes widen as you didn’t know what you should do. To help him, or to leave him be as you didn’t know if he would react in embarrassment over the whole ordeal. “Stars, I need to be with her.” If there was any inkling of you having control, that was long gone as all you wanted to do now was see if interrupting him would be too much.
“I’ll be good for you, I promise.” You took the leap of faith to crack the door open, and you were pleased to see what he was doing. Pants hanging down loosely, hand wrapped around his length that was somewhat hard to see as his hand covered up most of it, but the tip that was leaking precum made your mouth water. Looking up, his shirt was off, his soft belly on display and aglow, the golden skin beckoning you to come over and get a closer look, his broad shoulders, arms flexing as he was reacting to the pleasure, and stars, his face. Lips slightly apart, a strong jaw, the tender slope of his nose that made him look irresistible, eyes closed shut as he couldn’t help it, soft lashes that you were slightly envious of, and that soft brown hair that you could run your fingers through for a lifetime. You had never laid your eyes on a more attractive man before. A hunter, a warrior in such a needy state of pleasure, lazily pumping his length to search for that blinding light of pleasure that could ease his worries. You couldn’t help but stare in awe, not only this being so hot but knowing that he was thinking about you. It wasn’t until the door creaked open more and Din shot his eyes open that you realized that you were leaning in too much.
“Oh I-“ You moved back as Din put himself back in his pants. You closed the door and pressed your back against it, feeling like an idiot. You just had to get so close to startle him. So much for having self-control. You sighed, knowing that this would be more awkward than you anticipated as just the realization of knowing that he was thinking about you would be in your head for who knows how long and now with interrupting him, you were a goner. But then, you realized that you could fix this if he would let you. You sat down on the bed, hoping that somewhere this would work in your favor. After what seemed like ages, the door opened, and out came Din with his helmet off and just his pants on. He looked embarrassed, but you knew that you could make that go away.
“Y/N, I-I’m sorry-“ You shushed him, moving back to where you were when you gave him the treat.
“There’s no need to be sorry Din. Everyone has needs. I’m just sorry for barging in on you like that.” You put out your hand and he took it, with you pulling him on the bed. His curious eyes were looking at just how little space there would be between you and him.
“I guess I was too loud?” He twiddled with his thumbs.
“A little, but that’s okay. I can fix that though,” You looked at him to see if you were overstepping, and the shocked look on his face made you wonder if you did.
“Fix it? I- that’s not your job that’s my fault.” He barely made eye contact with you.
“I know it’s not my job, but if you let me, I can fix it. It’s all up to you, always.” You titled his chin up, his soft brown eyes making you melt.
I want to, a lot.” You could see the relief as he gets it out and you smile, relieved that this didn’t backfire on you.
“Then let me. I promise I don’t bite…a lot.” You finally get a laugh out of him which makes you feel less nervous about the whole thing. A silence does fall between you two as Din thinks about what he wants. He takes a deep breath and grabs your hand.
“There’s a problem.” He finally got out.
“What’s the problem?” You were worried almost, thinking that for all you know this could be where he tells you that somehow there’s someone else in the picture and that this was one big mistake.
“I haven’t done anything.” He admits sheepishly, head bowing.
“What? Haven’t done anything in a while?”
“No, uhm. Never.” The words leave his mouth and you’re dumbstruck. It made sense as to why he didn’t want to do anything, but you didn’t want him to feel pressured into doing something he was not ready to do.
“Din, there’s nothing wrong with that. I can leave you be if you’re not ready to try anything and I would never pressure you since that’s not fair to you.” You put a hand on his arm.
“No, no! I-I want to, I just don’t know where to start.” He looks at you, his cedar eyes with golden flecks making you melt.
“Well, we take it slow then. There’s no need to rush or get to everything tonight.” You were unsure if there would be another time, but you at least hoped that this could be a good start for him, a wonderful start even.
“Where do we start then?” You take a moment to look at him, the way he looked so eager to learn yet still nervous about it all.
“We can start with something small and work our way through it.” You got closer to him, your breath fanning against his plump lips. You search his eyes and wait for any rebuttals but you hear nor see anything, the green light lit. You tentatively press your lips against his, soft enough where it’s almost as if you hadn’t done it. You notice that he shifts a bit so that he can face you, and you take the initiative to deepen the kiss, moving your hand from his arm and onto his cheek, slowly guiding him. His need to learn takes you aback as he enjoys trying to please you, the minute you open your mouth and he’s taking little steps to explore it just like you’re doing to him. You lightly tap his thigh to slow down and he does, and soon he realizes that slow is better.
There’s something about kissing him that makes something rise within you. You’ve had your fair share of kissing at cantinas but with Din? It was magical even if it was you teaching him how to kiss. His attentiveness, his hand moving to your thigh to touch you, following your lead as he didn’t want to do the wrong thing makes your mind swirl. You can tell he’s enjoying this based on how when you nibble at his lip he almost lets out a whimper, and you wonder what’ll take to get that out of him. But before you continued, you pulled back and you both had your foreheads pressed to each other.
“How was that?” You breathlessly ask.
“Need more.” Was all he got out before he rushed to kiss you again, much to your amusement. You were smiling as you moved closer to him, your hand traveled up from his cheek and up to his hair, carding through it as you thought about how just a few hours ago you were barely certain if the man was only friendly with you because you were his “partner” or if he wanted you like this. If you told the past you that you would have a Mandalorian here in bed with you, almost submitting to your touch as he was willing to have you as his teacher, you would’ve thought that you were crazy. But now, this was all you could think about.
His hand was moving up your thigh and to your clothed core, and just as his fingers got up to the waistband of your underwear you stopped.
“Did I do something wrong?” He looks at you with worry.
“No! I just, I want you to not feel neglected. I can teach you how to touch me and in turn I can help you.”
“I promise you that the last thing I feel right now is neglected. But please, teach me how to please you.” The way he looks at you with submission, his only goal in mind as to how to make you climax for him was sending pleasure down to your core, walls pulsating.
You pull down your underwear, feeling it no longer stick to your core with the cool air rushing to you. You feel his eyes on you, almost straining from waiting patiently and you wonder how he’s going to react once he touches you. You take off your bra as well, your breasts falling down slightly as his eyes widen. His hand moves back up to where it was before, a finger going up your slit.
“Is this okay?”
“I-It’s more than okay. Just right here,” You move his fingers right to your clit, moving him to rub it with tight circles. “Yes, right there Din. So good to me,” You hear him hitch his breath at your praise as you move your hand away. Knowing what to do he does it on his own, but you notice his eyes drifting to your breasts. Your nipples are already raised, and you can see him lick his lips.
“Go on. I know you want to,” You look at him and give him a smile, and that’s all he needs to hear before he’s latching on to your breast and sucking. You play in his hair, practically whimpering over how he’s learning so much with you. His tongue swirling around your raised nub, fingers rubbing your pleasure point without going too fast makes you wonder why you didn’t meet him sooner? He was barely experienced yet he knew how to pleasure you the way you wanted. At this point, all you wanted to do was return the favor even when you set out on helping him first.
“Din, you’re amazing,” You hear him hum in appreciation as he sucks on your breast more. You can feel yourself getting close and you know that you want to praise him until there’s nothing else that you can say. “That’s it, don’t stop! Make me cum like I know you can.” Just before he can pull off from your breast and respond you cum, gripping his hair tightly and crying out his name. He slows his movements as he feels you shake a little less, finally pulling his mouth off of your breast and smiling up at you.
“Did I do okay?”
“You were perfect Din, really.” You move your hand from his hair to his face and cupped it, kissing him right away. You both keep smiling during the kiss because there was something brewing between the two of you that was more than this arrangement. Maybe oblivious feelings were flying over your head like crusaders but you knew that with your heart beating so fast as you kissed him wasn’t just from your first orgasm. This was something palpable, something that you didn’t believe would be a one-time thing despite not knowing him for long. All you knew was that you would be with him for as long as he wanted to travel with you. Pulling away slightly and resting your foreheads on each other once again, you notice that he was pulling his hand away from your core to taste you, much to your delight. With him tasting you and shutting his eyes a little, you wondered how much he would enjoy tasting you fully on his knees.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”
“Oh really? You’ve just been thinking about me secretly, trying to get off to the thought of me for so long?” Your hand finds its way to his underwear, cupping him and watching him jerk his hips up.
“What can I say? I knew that I wanted you I just didn’t know if I could.”
“Well you have me now Din, for as long as we can do this and more,” That puts another smile on his face. “Now let me take care of you, please?” He nods as you pull your hand away to let him take off his pants and underwear. As he pulled himself out of his underwear, you had to fight the urge to gasp. The rosy red tip glistening with precum, trailing down to his thick length that you were sure you could barely wrap your hand around. Hell, even his balls were heavy, looking as though he was aching for a release. If it wasn’t for you wanted to take it slow you would’ve went down on him right there, but knowing that you wanted to ease into whatever this was between you two, you spat in your hand and wrapped it around just the tip, pumping nice and slow.
“Y/N, I-,” He was barely getting the words out as your thumb swiped over the tip and you kissed his jaw.
“Is this what you were thinking about Din? Me taking care of you?” You whispered as you kissed his jaw again, making him gasp.
“Y-Yes! Needed you for so long.” You moved your hand further down, hand widening as his girth was so much. If you actually got to the point of fucking him, how would he fit inside you?
“Same here. You know how long I’ve been wanting to take care of you?” You kissed up his jaw to his cheek, and then his ear, all the while still going at the agonizingly slow pace that would make anyone want more. “Been wanting you since the day I met you. So strong, so resilient. You think you could take me?” Gently stroking his ego and him was fun to you, noticing his hips jutting up as you kissed his earlobe.
“Oh, I want to take you, need to take you soon, please.” You were stroking him from base to tip now, all the while his whines and moans were making you drip more than ever.
“So talkative now hmm? I just have you in the palm of my hand and you’re telling me everything you want now.” You moved your head back down to kiss him, and the way he whimpered in your mouth when you tightened your hand around his cock was obscene, yet all you wanted was to hear the songs he would sing from your ministrations. He pulled back to catch his breath, his hand gripping your thigh to steady himself.
“Stars, you’ve driven me mad today. Gun slinging and now this? Cyarika, you’re going to ruin me.” Where his confidence came from you did not know, but the sudden drop in his voice and the Mando’a name almost made you cum right there.
“You like a strong woman then. Turns you on that I know how to handle myself just like you,” You stroked him faster finally, his hips trying to meet your hand when you came down.
“Maker, yes.”  The desperation in his voice was almost too much, to render him into the needy man that he was for you now was beyond what you could imagine. He buried his face into the small space of your neck, kissing and lightly biting.
“That’s it, you’re doing so good,” You cooed, all the while getting wetter at his slight whimpers and grunts. “Make all the noise you want.”
“S-So close,” He barely grunted out, hips still thrusting into your hand.
“Cum for me, cyare.” He raised his head to meet you once more, looking, all the while knowing that this was making both of your hearts beat out of your chests. The man that you knew to be smarter than you in some situations was falling apart in your hand, his cry wailing out as cum sputtered out of him, dripping to your hand. Hips jerking, thumb twirling around his angry red tip, his hand having a death grip on your thigh. It was all too much for you, and if you had enough stimulation you would’ve came right there with him again, but you wanted to focus on his pleasure for now, to give him what he should’ve had a long time ago.
“I’m proud of you, so so proud of you.” You tell him, and the way he nuzzles into your neck again makes your heart skip a beat. You both lay there for a moment, not wanting to get up as you knew that it probably took a lot out of him. He raised his head again and turned slightly over to see the mess he made.
“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to Din. It was amazing.” You kiss his cheek and somehow the slightest blush creeps up on his face. You got up to go into the bathroom to clean up your mess along with his, making sure that your hand was not coated. You came out and cleaned his lower half, all the while smiling at him like an idiot and him vice versa because you couldn’t believe what had just happened. Just 24 hours ago you were traveling through hyperspace and drawing up plans on when and where the quarry should be found. Now, you were in a room with him and trying to process how this man let you be his first and in turn, was somehow one of your best experiences you’ve had. Once you were done you threw out the used cloth and got into the bed with him again, putting the light sheet over you both. You both looked at each other, the tension thicker than before but you couldn’t put your finger on it. All you could see was that no man had ever laid eyes on you the way he did, with admiration, gentleness. You originally thought that the gaze of the Mandalorian was one of the most intimidating ones that one could experience but under his gaze now, you were all aglow. You took his hand in yours and squeezed it, and he did the same to you.
“Goodnight, Din.”
“Goodnight, Y/N.” This time, he took the initiative to kiss you, not wanting to spend another second without doing so. Just with how he kissed you with determination and not inexperience like before, you were caught in a little trap that you didn't see coming. There was just something saccharine about him, that calmed you but also excited you beyond your understanding. You admired him from a small distance when you first met but now, you knew that you wanted to show him just how special he was, just how he deserved all the praise you gave him. But you settled for putting that into the kiss, a slight nibble on his lip making you both grin. Pulling away now, you both fell asleep just like that, holding hands and legs tangled with each other’s because now, you never wanted to be apart.
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