#KARNITA

[savrr]

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[viijaya]

/ I believe in a.rjuna's poofy hair and his big dark brown eyes and his pretty eyelashes and his long spider legs and his back muscles that although he has a rather lean build, they are still there product of having wielded a bow since forever and his pointy impeccable shoes and his equally impeccable gloves and that little hand-on-face pose he does regularly and his outbursts of pride claiming with absolute confidence that he is the best servant and the times when he gets competitive and wins and proceeds to laugh in a way that no one would when winning a stuffed plush from a claw machine and when he gets embarrassed and says the most dramatic of confessions and when he-

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

What do you call that little embryo Karna… it can’t follow the sane pattern as Arjuna -> Arjunita because well… Karnita is a food.

GRUB

[married-to-google-translater]

Diavolo Father Headcanon Part 2

@karnita-mexicana Asked for another part so it's probably time to do one. Part one is here.

Diavolo never expected childcare to be so special.

He has experienced a lot when he has raised your common children.

For example, the stage when his child could not say the name of barbatos correctly.

He calls Barbatos a Barnatos, a Bararatos, a Bananatos, a Baabaatos and a Barbapapatos.

( No one knows if a child does this intentionally or not )

Diavolo had a heart attack when the child was sick for the first time.

He immediately invited all the best doctors and doctors to take care of the child.

( The child coughed a little and had little fever )

Diavolo loves to give hugs and play with your kids.

It’s kind of a funny sight when a big and scary demon lord sits on the floor playing with modeling wax with your kids.

The mess is very big.

Diavolo also often carries his children in a backpack.

He tries to help his children with homework.

But how well it succeeds depends a lot on the topic being learned.

Family trips are also a common thing in your family.

Diavolo loves to take a lot of vacation photos and childhood photos.

He has a big box under your bed full of family photos

[mandoalorian]

I'll See You Again, I Promise [Din Djarin x Reader]

!! SPOILERS FOR THE MANDALORIAN SEASON 2 FINALE. DISCRETION ADVISED. !!

Author's note: Spoilers for the Season 2 finale of the Mandalorian. Just like last time, I wrote this in three hours. The episode literally came out three hours ago. I'm so thankful for how many people liked my one shot based around last week's episode— and as promised, this is a continuation of this week's episode (the season finale). You don't have to read the previous part in order to understand this, but if you wish to read it you can find it here.

Masterlist

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 2k

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When you saw Din return, holding the child in one hand, and the ancient Mandalorian weapon in the other hand, relief washed over you. Your whole body deflated and you let out a sigh you didn't even know you were holding in.

"Where are the others?" Din asked, his voice gruff as he pushed a binded Moff Gideon to the ground. You gasped when your eyes met with the ex-ISB officer who you knew had given Din so much trauma and hurt. There was a dark and menacing glint in his eyes that you could see right through.

"With Boba on the ship. They didn't think you'd come back," you admitted sheepishly, biting your lip as you cautiously looked back up at Din. "But I believed in you." You desperately tried to search through his visor and locate his brown eyes.

You wanted to cry; your little family had been restored. Grogu had been rescued. You were once more a clan of three. And now, things could be different. You had seen the beauty that was hidden beneath the beskar. You had seen Din for who he really was. You imagined starting a new life with him and the Child, far far away and out of any danger. You could be happy. Of course, you had to deal with Moff Gideon first.

You took a step closer to Din, breaking any remaining distance and placing a hand on his chest. "I'm so glad you're safe." Din revealed with a shaky exhale as you caressed the child. You wanted nothing more than to curl up into his arms and tell him how much you loved him, how proud you were. Grogu was so lucky to have a father as loving as Din.

"We can leave now," you smiled weakly. "We can be free. Go to the lake county on Naboo and start a new life. Live in peace." You had half forgotten Moff Gideon was even there. You just wanted to live in the moment with Din. All you could see was the love of your life holding his child. Everything else in your peripheral vision was a blur. It didn't matter.

"How cute," Moff Gideon's lips curled into a snarl. "The Mandalorian has a lover? What an unexpected twist of events." Din knocked Gideon to the ground the second those malicious words left his mouth, leaving him doubled over and grumbling in pain.

"We don't have time to stick around, we have to go." Din told you, grabbing your hand and interlocking his gloved fingers with yours. You were ready. You were so ready to leave this life behind and be with Din and Grogu forever. It was the happily ever after you knew Din deserved more than anyone else in the galaxy. Before the blast doors could open, the nav system began to beep hysterically, illustrating that a single light Starfighter was boarding the same Imperial cruiser you and your little family were on.

"It's an X-Wing…" you were rendered speechless. Din considered who it might have been. Had Cara comm’d the New Republic from the ship? If so, why was it only just one fighter? Could it have been the likes of Trapper Wolf who had granted Din a favour back when he encountered trouble on the ice planet of Maldo Kreis? Din was truly clueless.

Grogu began to coo and shuffle around, prompting Din to carefully place his son on the floor. Grogu waddled over to you by the terminal, gargling and pointing his finger up at one of the screens. "What is it buddy?" you asked, leaning down and picking up Grogu. Grogu guided you to the CCTV where you saw a cloaked figure emerge from the X-Wing and ignite a lightsaber. Your heart stopped. "Din…" you said nervously, your grip tightening around Grogu defensively. "You might want to see this."

Din approached the small screen and looked closely. "A Jedi?" he asked, although it almost sounded rhetorical. He looked back at Grogu who was already staring up at him. "Did you… did you bring him here?" Din asked the child, his voice breaking slightly. Grogu made a small and indistinguishable noise in response.

"No," you placed a hand on Din's shoulder with comfort. "No, Grogu wouldn't…" you reassured him.

"The seeing stone," Din deadpanned, his gaze not tearing from his son once. He remembered Ahsoka Tano's words. "Grogu reached out with the force and if a Jedi felt his presence, they'd come looking for him," Din turned to you, his body stiff and his voice shallow. "And they've come."

Your lips parted slightly as you turned back to the screen, watching as the mysterious figure roamed through the halls of the Imperial cruiser. Part of you deep down knew that Din was right. It was the only plausable explanation, but that didn't mean you wanted it to happen. You knew it wouldn't be long until you were found.

"Din, let's go," you said with teary eyes, feeling your anxiety bubble up in your stomach. "Please Din? Can we just go."

Din clenched his fingers into a fist. "No." he said sternly, his voice returning back to being gruff and modulated. He was doing what he always did when fear consumed him. He'd shut himself out and go into hunter/protector mode. He'd become the fighter he was trained to be since he was just a young boy.

"Din." you hated the way his name fell from your tongue, sounding needy and desperate, but you were just as afraid. You didn't want to stay any longer. You had what you needed; Din and the child. You didn't need anything else. You could go now.

Din picked up Grogu and nursed him in his arms, holding him close to his chest. Just like always, Grogu curled up into his father, taking comfort in feeling his beating heart, learning the true feeling of unconditional familial love.

The blast doors shot open and the cloaked figure entered the room. Your fingers dropped to the blaster in your holster as he approached you both. The man put his lightsaber away, signifying surrender, and pulled down his hood, revealing himself. He looked slightly older than you, with pale skin with mousy brown hair. He looked like he had seen a lot in his lifetime.

"Are you a Jedi?" Din asked eventually, breaking the silence through the need of confirmation.

"Yes, my name is Luke Skywalker," he introduced with a small nod. You recognised that name… Skywalker, perhaps from old tales, the likes of myths and folk stories. You didn't spend long contemplating the mystery man's identity. There were more pressing matters at hand and so you opted to brush it off completely. "I have come for the child," Luke announced and Grogu turned from Din, his ears cocking at the mention of him and looked at the man with curiosity. "Hello little one." Luke smiled.

Grogu cooed in response before turning back to his father with big pleading eyes. "He doesn't want to go with you." Din gulped, his heart aching. There was no way to be sure, Din could never know exactly what Grogu wanted. But he was aware of the bond he had with his son, now more than ever he was aware. He knew that there was no way his son would want to leave him. Din loved Grogu. Din loved Grogu with every inch of his being.

"He wants your permission." Luke explained, and Din turned back to look at the little green bean in his arms. His… permission? "He is incredibly strong with the force and without learning how to utiIize his powers he can become a danger to those around him… and a danger to himself. It's important that he understands the nature of the power he possesses."

Luke's words became a blundered fuzz in the back of your mind. This was Grogu— this was Din's little boy. When Din looked into Grogu's eyes, he saw nothing but memories. From the pair of them sipping spotchka, to chasing frogs and playing in the hull of the Razor Crest, everything just felt so distant. Din took a deep breath, his finger softly brushing against Grogu's cheek.

"Hey go on… he's one of your kind," Din winced at his own words. One of your kind— something the Armourer had implanted in Din's head all those months ago. "I'll see you again. I promise."

You felt your heart shatter in your chest. This… wasn't meant to happen. It wasn't meant to end up like this. You wanted to speak, you wanted to say something and put a stop to this absurdity. You knew better than anyone that Din needed Grogu and Grogu needed Din. It felt like your throat had closed up, like you could hardly breathe. All you could do was stand there and watch it play out.

Grogu reached up with a small wail, his green claw tracing the curves and ridges of Din's beskar helmet.

Din knew exactly what his son wanted, and right now, Din was certain he wanted it too. Just for once, he wanted to look at his son with his own eyes. Not the eyes blinded by his visor blade, Din wanted the child to know his face. Recognise him. With a hiss and a click, Din removed his helmet. You swore your heart stopped upon seeing him again. Brown eyes, but this time they were glazed with tears and there was nothing you could do about it.

Grogu reached back up and rested his claw over Din's jaw. Subconsciously, Din leaned his cheek into Grogu's hand, never wanting to pull away from his touch. His heart was broken beyond repair.

"All right pal," Din rasped. "It's time to go." He didn't want this. He couldn't do this. But he had to. He had to be strong for his son. He had to be a good father. "Don't be afraid." Was Din's final words to his son.

He placed Grogu down carefully and nodded towards Luke, accepting his fate. Grogu clutched onto Din's leg, not wanting to let go. His little mind was racing with wonder— why can't his daddy come with him? Why must he go alone? The erratic beeps of a white and blue astromech droid were what eventually tore the curious child from his father. Grogu waddled towards the droid and Luke picked him up.

No matter how hard he tried, Din couldn't seem to swallow the lump in his throat. Everything Din had done so far had led up to the moment, and he wanted to curse himself for letting it affect him this much. He should've been prepared. It's just, he really didn't think this would happen. He really didn't think Grogu would want to leave.

He didn't blame the child of course. He could never blame the child. He just wished he understood. Just before the doors to the elevator closed, Luke spoke up. Unfazed, unbroken. "May the force be with you." he wished. Din ignored the comment. It meant nothing to him. Nothing meant anything anymore. No meaning, no purpose. Luke tapped the key that would shut the doors and Din offered his son once last nod, trying his hardest to break out an impossible smile. When the doors finally closed, Din let out a choked sob and fell to his knees.

You sprinted over to Din, kneeling down and pulling him into you. He cried, hot salty tears falling from his brown eyes and dripping down his face. You pulled his head into your lap and smoothed out his hair trying your hardest to lull him. But you couldn't. You couldn't even bring yourself to comfort him. Your shoulders curled in and you fell limp, whimpering into his hair. You felt completely broken. Grogu was like a son to you, and you cherished him so very much. You couldn't even imagine how Din was feeling.

His little family was no more but he knew that Grogu was going to go on to do bigger and better things. No matter what, Grogu was going to make Din proud.

[reluctant-mandalore]

Imagine din finding out you're pregnant and crying because he's so happy, and he decided that's the time he's gonna take off the helmet for you for the first time and it's emotional and soft🥺

a/n: Anooooooon this idea is so cute I just had to write a small little blurb for it!! Din would be such a mess because he’d just be overflowing with love for you and your future child dshbjfhbjds I could just see it. He’d be tearing away the helmet and kissing you like there’s no tomorrow in an instant! 

Warnings: Pregnancy, fluff, marriage, and face reveal! 

Word Count: 643 

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When you had found out you were pregnant, it was both a mixture of excitement and dread. Although you had been married to Din for nearly a year now, the two of you hadn’t even gotten close to discussing having kids of your own. At this point, Din hadn’t even shown you his face. 

So, bringing up the topic of having a baby was really worrying, and was scary for you to even just think about. You had ended up so nervous about it, that the announcement of your pregnancy to him had actually been blurted out by you randomly the one day.

“Din I’m pregnant.”

The two of you were in the middle of traveling through hyperspace when you had said those words, and he had paused what he was doing with the controls to slowly look over at you, “What?”

“Din we’re going to have a baby. ” You said again almost timidly, taking in a shaky breath, as your mind worked overtime to calm your nerves. “I’m pregnant.”

“Are you sure?” The words that had left him were barely audible through the modulator, and if the cockpit wasn’t so quiet, you were sure you would have missed them completely. 

In response to his question you had simply nodded, not able to form your own words. Tears had begun to pool at the corners of your eyes, while you waited for his response. He had said nothing at first, only a deafening silence filling the small space that you both occupied. You were about to excuse yourself from the situation, but had paused when you caught his sudden movement out of the corner of your eye. 

Din had practically ripped the helmet he wore from his head. Instantly, you were met with the sight of his own tear streaked face, for the first time since meeting him. His brown eyes were overflowing with the salty drops, and the expression he wore was the happiest thing you had seen in a long time. His arms had flung around you, and pulled you into his chest, holding you there as he mumbled praises of all sorts.  

You had stood there in complete shock, as you did not expect to bare witness to your husband’s face so suddenly. Pulling back slightly you looked up at him, the gears in your head still turning, as you took in his features. 

“Din-”

He had cut off your words with a kiss that stole your breath away in an instant, making you melt into his embrace. It was a long and passionate kiss, full of too many emotions to count. The kiss had caused for your own tears to fall, and you had felt a burning heat rush through your body. From the moment you had falling in love with Din, you had dreamed of kissing him, and now that it was happening you never it wanted to stop. 

“Cyar'ika ” He whispered, pulling back to smile down at you, all while still having tears running down his cheeks. “I love you so much, and I’m so happy to be having a child with you.”

One of Din’s hands had found themselves resting on your stomach now, his thumb lightly brushing against its surface. His smile never faltered, and his brown hues filled with a softness you had never witnessed before. The sight had made you bring your own hand up to his cheek, where you gently brushed away some of the salty drops from his eyes. 

“I love you too.” You said, pressing another kiss to his lips, happiness consuming you from the inside out, as your previous nerves were forgotten. 

The rest of the day would be spent with you two in each others arms, as you noted everything about your husband’s face to your memory, and discussed the future family you both happily awaited. 

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@starrywatermelon @ah-callie @readsalot73 @karnita-mexicana

[fave-fanfic-for-now]

Don’t Move - Part 7

Warning: Swearing, smut, bk, special guests

Fem!reader

If you want to make a request for this fic or anything else go ahead

Requested: Yes - Omg what a ride! Amazing writing my dude! Idk if you want to continue this or not but I'd love some dad mando hanging with his kids when they get a little older. Fluff ensues!!!Amazing! I just absolutely love every letter of this! Thank you kind human for bestowing this upon us. Please, I’d love to see some Mandalorian baby ceremony thing. Ouuuu and maybe them getting frisky in the tunnels 🙊Don’t move is the only thing keeping me alive right now. Not to sound horny or anything but could you do a part 7 to don’t move 🥺👉🏾👈🏾I saw your reply to @karnita-mexicana’s ask, but I was totes gonna ask if some trusted neighbors could take care of the kids for a few days while you know....Mando’s breeding kink came out to play. Just a thought I’m slipping under the door and I’m walking away with absolutely no expectations, but hoping to be surprised (as I always am) with what you write next ❤️😉

Part 6

Part 8

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You can tell Din is excited to return to the covert by the way he’s moving and fidgeting. A man that’s normally stoic, acting like a kid on Christmas. Din explained once, that foundlings are considered sacred in the Mandalorian culture because they are the future of the people. It doesn’t matter where the children come from, they are accepted into the different coverts like he was. However, Mandalorian numbers have been decreasing since Mandalore was destroyed and the people began hiding. While dating isn’t forbidden in the covert, it narrows the number of children born within it by keeping a small gene pool, this is why almost all children are foundlings, at least in Din’s covert. Having a child is to be celebrated within the community, but the strict ways of some coverts have narrowed down how the celebrations proceed. For your children it will mean small gifts from some, the Mandalorians swearing to protect the children as they are accepted within the community, the children being given their own medallions of the Mythosaur, and sending the parents away for a night so the clan can connect with the newest members and the parents can connect with each other again.

As we land on Nevarro, Din swaddles both babies carefully, placing them in their floating bassinets, and packs overnight bags with an excessive amount of gear. Any time you try to help, he takes over in an attempt to burn off his excess energy. Once everything is packed, you open the ramp as Din shuts the bassinets and begins leading you to a different entrance from last time. Ensuring that no one has followed either of you, you quietly sneak through the tunnels taking confusing routes just in case. Din opens the bassinets as the two of you round a corner and you see the tunnel filled with Mandalorians. He struts passed them proudly with you and his children in tow as your lot make your way to the Armorer, every Mandalorian on the way trying to sneak a peek at the children as you pass. Entering the forge, you glance behind you and see the Mandalorians crowding the door.

“I was informed you were having one child,” the Armorer states as she rounds the forge approaching both bassinets, “a girl?”

“My son was hiding behind her in the scans,” Din says while watching the Armorer run her finger gently down Mavericks cheek, “he was a surprise to us as he was born.”

“This is an even greater blessing, for twins are a rare occurrence. Shall we begin the festivities?”

It’s a fun day, everyone fawned over the new babies as they held them and passed them around, some Mandalorians even getting the chance to feed the children. As the Mandalorians approach you to welcome the children to the community and swear that the babies would have clan protection until the children chose to leave, if they did, you’re also given gifts. The gifts were either small homemade toys, clothes, or scraps of beskar that would be stored to melt down into helmets when they come of age. The rest of the night you sit and talk to everyone and for the first time, you feel truly welcomed into the community instead of as a guest. As you and Din sit together, he holds Hope and Paz Vizla holds Maverick. Paz slowly approaches you while cradling Mav carefully. Din and Paz have a history together, while they do not hate each other, they’re simply in constant competition with one another.

“So,” Paz starts staring towards Din, “you did well making these two. Not bad…for a runt.”

“Thank you,” Din nods in appreciation, “I think I did damn good as well.”

Paz nods handing you Maverick then taking Hope from Din, and walks away, subtly and not so subtly avoiding people so he doesn’t have to hand her over as he leaves.

“If either child goes missing, we know our first suspect,” you gesture to Paz as he sits with Hope, letting the baby try to play with his helmet. “It’s weird seeing such badass warriors fawning over babies, especially when the rest of the universe could give a damn about what happens to children.”

“It’s a different side no one gets to see…but I’m glad I get to experience it, especially with you.”

“And I am glad you have found someone who’s willing to tolerate and respect our traditions,” the Armorer states as she approaches behind us. “Food has been placed in your room, now is the time for you to spend alone. We will take care of the babies, even the children will help. And these are the medallions you can give them when they are old enough.” She says handing you two Mythosaur amulets, just like Din’s.

Din hands Maverick to the Armorer as you both rise. You watch as some of the children try to play peek a boo with the babies or gain their attention, it makes you smile at the wholesome picture but also breaks your heart that this has to happen in hiding to protect them. Leaving with Din, you give Hope and Maverick a kiss on the forehead before heading to his room.

Entering Din’s room he shuts the door behind him as you immediately undress faster than you thought can be possible. By the time Din removes his helmet and turns around, your already naked and working on removing his armor.

“Someone’s in a hurry,” he smirks as he leans in for a kiss.

“Of course, I couldn’t stop thinking of your cock all day,” you say pulling his chest plate and cape off and throwing them unceremoniously on the floor. “When I woke up this morning the first thing I was thinking about was your massively thick cock stretching out my tight little pussy. I was so wet I feared someone could tell.”

Removing his belt you push his pants to the floor letting his hard dick spring free. He leans down and rips his boots off, throwing them to the side of the room before pushing you to the bed. When the backs of your knees hit the mattress, you crawl up to the headboard, lying down as Din crawls up your body kissing every inch before he reaches your lips. Spreading your legs for him to settle between he pulls back and looks at you.

“Wider,” he orders looking at the wetness gathered there as you spread your legs as wide as you can.

Reaching down, Din inserts a finger into your heat pumping it a few times before removing his finger and licking it clean. Once it’s clean he inserts two fingers inside of you pumping them and watching how you stretch to accommodate him. Removing his fingers again, he cleans them with his tongues while maintaining eye contact with you, causing you to moan at the sight. Kneeling between your legs, he leans down to attach his mouth to your core, placing each leg over his shoulders as he alternates between licking you and sucking on your clit. Crossing your ankles behind his head, you move one hand down to dig into his hair as you writhe with pleasure.

Din is insatiable! Licking every single fold and inch of you before returning to sucking on your clit and circling his tongue on it. The pleasure is so great it almost hurt; in fact, you had trouble deciding if you were in a state of ecstasy or pure agony, instinctively trying to squirm away but unable to unlock your ankles from around his head. Sitting up, he takes your body with him, never moving his mouth from you, your weight is resting on your shoulders as your hips have been lifted in the air. Finally, Din adds his fingers to you, but this time it’s three and your body goes rigid as he begins pumping them in and out fast and hard. The orgasm that washes over you at that moment is one of the most intense you’ve ever had. As he lowers you to the ground, he continues licking you causing your body to spasm in aftershocks.

You’re floating in a space of total euphoria as Din lines his cock up with your fluttering hole, and pulls your hips up to rest on his thighs. Pushing into you slowly he begins grinding against you as your hips meet, using his thumb to rub your clit, causing your body to involuntarily jerk in pleasured jolts.

“I'm going to give you so many orgasms tonight, you’ll pass out from the pleasure,” Din declares kissing your stomach below your belly button.

Coming back to your senses you grind your hips into his, hearing him moan in response. The feeling causes Din to thrust into you with as much speed and force as possible. Adding this pleasure to the feeling of him rub your clit sends you over the edge as you orgasm again, but Din refuses to slow his pace, instead brutally fucking you through it. Panting and sweating you try to raise your hips to meet his as he pounds away inside of you. trying to flip him over so you can take control. Din swats your hands away and leans over you, pinning your shoulder to the bed as he fucks you.

“After everything you gave me,” he starts panting hard from the energy he’s exerting, “I’m in control while I pleasure you. While I thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

“Wha- f-fuck, what about everything, oh gods, e-everything you’ve done for me?” You ask as your third orgasm begins mounting.

“Letting me do this for you, will be all the repayment I need.”

His thrusts begin getting sloppy as his ab muscles tighten, and you can tell he’s close to his release. Letting you go he sits up and adjusts his hips so he’s pounding into you harder and pinning your legs as wide as they can stretch. Raising your head you move to lean on your elbows causing a new sensation in your core. Din moves his hand to your legs, so you reach your fingers to his mouth to suck on and wet for you, which he does happily. Once they’re sufficiently wet, you move them down to rub your clit watching as Din’s cock fucks in and out of you. Moving your fingers faster, you watch and hear as Din releases inside of you, his cock twitching every time you feel jets of cum shoot inside of you as he lets out one loud long moan. Seeing, feeling, and hearing this push you over the edge as you climax for the third time, eyes rolling back in your head, your arms give out causing you to fall on the bed. Your reaction this time is to push your hands against the headboard and impale yourself harder on Din’s cock, causing both of you to become louder at the sensation. When he finishes coming he collapses on top of you, breathing as heavily as you. Moving your hand to stroke his hair, you close your eyes and drift to sleep.

Waking before Din, you’re lying on your side as his head is lying on your hip, arms wrapped around one of your legs. As you wake up more you shift, inadvertently waking Din. Shifting onto your back and lifting one leg, bending it so you can place your foot flat on the bed, Din immediately buries his face in your pussy, causing you to gasp. While it hadn’t been your intention, you can’t say you mind the outcome. As he eats you out he sits up, lifting your hips with his body, causing your body to roll to the side leaving you to keep all your weight on one shoulder. Comming hard he instantly flips you to your stomach and mounts you; hammering into you with enough speed it causes you to become breathless. Laying down on your body, he murmurs sweet promises and words in your ear as he pounds away. It doesn’t take long for both of you to climax together again before pulling out and pulling you against his chest. The night continues that way until midday the next morning. As you check on the babies, still being fawned over by the Mandalorians, Din goes to check on jobs with the guild. When he returns, the Armorer offered to watch the children as you talk.

“I have a proposal, you may not like,” Din starts as he strokes your hand.

“What?” You ask concerned.

“I don’t like it, but the money…it’s needed for here.”

“Just tell me.”

“I had to meet with a client for an off the books type of bounty, the last known place in on the planet Arvala-7, not far away from here. These jobs are dangerous and I would like back up. What I’m asking is for us to leave the children here, go get the bounty and then pick them up when we get back.”

“What happens if it takes months?”

“It won’t if it takes more than a few days we come back for them and think a new strategy. I don’t want to leave them, but I don’t want to take them…and the payment is in beskar.”

“Wow…I don’t like the idea of leaving them behind…but…I’m not going to let you give up your people’s beskar, so if the Armorer agrees then I agree.”

The two of you left the covert, giving enough supplies to the Mandalorians to last months, for Arvala-7. Hoping this bounty won’t be as troublesome as the two of you are expecting, you’re surprisingly anxious as the ship leave Nevarro.

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“What happened to Mav?” Din asks entering the ship. He stops and looks around seeing the absolute mess everything is in. “What happened to the ship?”

“You wan-I’ll t- I’LL TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED?” You begin shrieking because your nerves are completely frayed today, “YOU’RE DAUGHTER HAPPENED. HURRICANE HOPE.” Taking a deep breath you try to calm down before Din speaks again.

“My daughter? Hurricane?” Whipping your head around at this comment and his tone you glare daggers at him.

“Yes, your daughter, your child, my child is sitting peacefully next to his green bean brother while yours is destroying everything she can get her little hands on. She’s a little hurricane, you know what those are? Storms that devastate everything in their path.” And to prove your point, Hope runs up to her father smashing a jar of jelly on his thigh cuirass. “I-I don’t even know where she got that, I didn’t even know we had jelly on the ship and you get to clean it up.”

“Okay, I can do that,” Din says as he raises his hands to calm you as he walks by on the way to the cleaning supplies, but he stops as soon as he looks at Maverick again, “so why does he have a black eye?”

“Because I was boxing, Hope saw me and decided it looked like fun, but as it turns out, her boxing dummy is her brother,” you snort remembering the scene after Hope hit her brother, “I’ll tell you one thing, Mav can take a hit, he’s like one of those dolls that bounce up when they're knocked down. Hope punched him and as soon as he hit the ground he bounced up and continued playing with his truck, didn’t even notice he was hit. Even when I tried to look at his eye, he was more concerned with the fact I was sitting in front of the toy than the fact he was getting a black eye. Heads up!” You mutter as Din looks at you confused.

“Heads u-WHOA,” He yells jumping to his feet, hands covering his butt as he spins around and backs into you. Hope is standing behind him laughing manically about how hilarious it is that she almost rammed a broom handle up her father’s ass.

“Yeah…we need stuff at the market, have fun,” grabbing a pouch of credits, you head out to do some grocery shopping leaving Din to watch the three children for a little. You forget to mention that Green Bean now has a habit of floating any type of material that resembles liquid and dropping it on people's heads, but you’re sure he’ll figure it out.

The twins are two now but when they were 4 months, you picked up a little green baby from Arvala-7, initially giving the child to the client, it didn’t sit right with Din and he asked to go back. You wanted to say no, worried about the trouble it could bring for your children, but you knew how important foundlings are to Din and his culture, so putting the babies down for a nap you joined Din to find the child. Eventually, he became a brother to the twins, getting in as much trouble as they did, and is as adorable as they are.

Returning to the ship an hour later, arms full of groceries, you open the ramp to see Din sitting on the ship floor, soaking wet legs spread out in front of him with all three children surrounding him, giggling their heads off. Silently approaching, you see the small smile on his face as the children draw all over his armor with washable markers, some art included on his face. He’s simply laughing as the children turn the washable markers from the ship walls to him. Never one to raise his voice, you had to occasionally be the bad cop, with Din all the kids had to do was bat their eyelashes and smile or threaten to cry and he would buckle to their request, especially Hope, she was a daddy’s girl and had him wrapped around her little fingers. Setting the groceries down you approach him and place your hand on his shoulder, immediately removing it looking horrified.

“Why are you all sticky?” You ask touching your fingers together for some inexplicable reason.

“It’s a mixture of glue, jelly, water, and juice. Green bean can float liquids and the two menaces encourage him,” Din says not moving an inch while they continue to draw on him.

“It’s…through your hair, and your clothes…and the floor.”

“I’ll clean that, or do you want me to make dinner?”

“You do dinner, I’ll do cleaning, and tomorrow you can stay home with the kids while I catch the bounty,” you smile at him while he side-eyes you.

“Okay, deal. They’re wonderful kids and didn’t get into any trouble while you were gone.”

“I was only gone an hour, you were gone for 10, besides you don’t think they can do anything bad.”

“You go looking for bounties all the time, nothing ever happens.”

“I’m only gone, for at most, 4 hours. You wait and see.”

After cleaning, every inch of the ship, feeding the kids, and bathing them, you sit behind Din in the shower, trying to get the sticky feeling out of his hair.

“I think we named the wrong kid Maverick,” you scoff thinking back on everything Hope and Mav do as Din just hums in agreement. “Mav does everything his sister tells him and follows her around like a puppy, so does Beans. She’s gonna be hell on wheels when they get older, but she’ll look out for them she’s a protector, like you. Meanwhile, Mav’s quiet, thoughtful, helps with everything and simply loves to observe things. He loves trying to treat wounds, real and imaginary, like a little doctor. Hope got in a fight at the playground and Mav took care of both her and the poor victim, didn’t even bat an eye. He’s cautious and smart, Hope barges in and does what she wants. She’s absolutely feral. They are exact opposites and complement each other incredibly well.”

“Bean follows both around equally, but he gets more excited about what Hopes’ doing.”

“That’s because she gets in trouble, which is fun, whereas Mav likes to draw and play with toys, and relax, and uses daydreams to make himself content, he’s a mini-you. But I see Beans sitting near him peacefully as he watches everything.”

“Hope is the spitting image of you, both personality and visually.”

“Oh gods…we are so fucked.”

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The next day you chase down a bounty and drag him back to the ship 11 hours later, tired and sore from the fight, you feel oddly invigorated by it. Returning to the ship, once again you see Din on the floor, this time all three children are passed out and the ship. Is. Trashed! Placing the bounty in carbonite and slowly approaching Din, the look of defeat is easily seen on his face as he doesn’t even raise his head.

“They, I, and…I turned my back for a minute and it’s like the ship exploded.” Din stutters trying to explain what happened as you scoop Maverick up to place him in his bed. “Hope…she’s the ring leader, they don’t even question her, just does what she says, but I can’t understand everything she says, but they sure as hell do…Mav…he’s smart, sweet and quiet but so, so devious. And beans, he does whatever he wants to make himself or the others laugh…I…how…it…so fast…boom.”

“Awe, they broke you,” you say fighting back laughter while running your fingers through his hair as he stares at his hands trying to figure out how such small beings can do so much, “come on, let’s clean up and get some sleep before the hellions wake.”

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 The children loved Sorgan the first time you visited and while you were in touch with Omera, she invited you back. Din decided it would be good for your little ones to play with some others for a while, while you two had a vacation. Arriving in the small krill farming village, you see Cara there, visiting Omera as well. Having fun and relaxing, you and Cara decide to spar, giving each other bumps and bruises. As the two of you agree on a draw, Hope charges forward swinging at both of you laughing hysterically as she tries to fight. Finally, distracting her with a game the other kids are playing, you and Cara sit next to Din and Omera.

“That girls going to be a hell of a fighter one day,” Cara says pointing at Hope as she drinks her spotchka.

“Tell me about it, she loves to wail on people or things, Din had to make her, her a punching bag.” You mutter watching as Hope and Maverick chase the other kids while Beans munches on frogs and krill.

“When is the last time you and Mando had a babysitter so you could be alone?” Omera asks watching you two carefully.

“Not since they were babies,” Din replies as Omera stands.

“You two go back to your ship and we’ll watch the three young ones,” she holds a hand up silencing any arguments, “Cara is here for protection, they have playmates, and we’ll have a radio to communicate with you.”

Deciding to take her up on her offer you and Din made your way back to the ship. Resting in the cockpit, you watch the sunset from the co-pilot seat as Din relaxes in the pilot seat. Hearing him move around and seeing him rise and sit down again, you carefully watch as he removes his shirt, spinning his chair so you can see that he’s naked.

“Come here,” he motions for you to sit on his lap, making you instantly wet.

Standing you strip all your clothes off before sitting on his lap, letting his cock sink into you slowly. Once he’s held snuggly inside of you, he pulls you to his chest holding you tightly as you spread your legs over his.

“Stay, don’t move,” Din says nibbling on your earlobe and kissing your neck. You’re on him for an hour, squirming as you see yourself stretched out on his cock as he runs a hand up and down your thighs.

Slowly, his hand makes its way to your clit, rubbing fast hard circles as he tries to make you come on him. Panting, you grind your hips, causing him to hiss as he moves his fingers faster, causing your orgasm to explode within you. Before you finish coming off your high, Din stands up with you still impaled on his cock and leans you over the console. Your feet don’t even touch the ground at the angle he has you. Thrusting into your core, his pace is brutal, your body completely at his mercy as you moan and writhe underneath him.

“You’re fucking beautiful, no matter what you do,” he pants as he pounds into your pussy, “today when you were fighting, that turned me on so fucking much, I nearly came sitting on that deck…I wanted to be the one you were straddling not Cara.”

Din moves his hand to your clit as you feel him tense under you. Still oversensitive from your first orgasm, it doesn’t take long for Din to push you over the edge as he follows, filling your pussy with warmth. Instead of pulling out, he pulls you to him and sits back down, letting you feel and see him buried in you post-orgasm. Remaining inside of you for another 30 minutes you feel his soft cock begin to harden and twitch inside you. Before saying anything, Din lifts you off his cock, throws you over his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom tossing you onto the bed on your back. Without hesitation he climbs on you, locking your lips together as he enters your core once again, slowly pumping at first but gaining momentum.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in this universe and I don’t tell you that enough.” He folds your legs up so they’re by your head as he hammers you in a new position, all you can do is run your hands over his chest as he pounds you, unable to speak and barely able to breathe from the pleasure. “Come for me, baby.”

With his body barely brushing your clit as he thrusts, you come around him, moaning in pleasure with your eyes rolling back in your head. He doesn’t stop thrusting into you when you come down from your high, instead, he pulls out and flips you on your stomach as reenters you faster than you thought possible, pulling your ass in the air.

“You look beautiful taking care of our children, you’re a fantastic and kickass mother, doing whatever needs to be done to protect everyone,” he pants in your ear, “I’m gonna fucking breed you again. Knock you up so many times, we’ll make our own covert.” His speed increases as he hits in you faster, “see how sexy you are pregnant again, and see if you can give me another set of twins. Fill you with as much cum as possible for the next day while the kids are away.”

“F-Fuck, yes Din, fucking do it,” you moan as your vision fades due to your pleasure.

“Fucking see if I can find something to keep everything held inside you after I fuck you. I’ll breed you in back alleys, cantina bathrooms, where ever I want and keep you plugged so not a drop of cum slips out.” His muscles begin to tense and his hand moves to your clit as he gets close to his release. “At night, f-fuck, at night I’ll fuck you before bed, cum in you and keep my cock stuck in you all. Fucking. Night!” His last words are emphasized with harsh thrusts, ending in him emptying himself in you, filling your womb with his seed as you come on his dick. Body convulsing, you can’t hear what else he has to say as he keeps thrusting into you long after he’s gone soft, causing your body to shake non-stop.

He rolls you onto your back, thrusting inside again before anything oozes out between your legs. Pulling you to him, he rolls onto his back keeping you held on his chest. As you come down from your high, you sit up, ensuring he’s still in you tightly before looking in his eyes.

“I fucking love you, you know that right?”

“I know,” he responds, brushing your hair out of your face, “and I love you.”

Leaning down to kiss him, you settle on top. Pulling away to rest your head on his chest, the two of you fall asleep like that, filled with his cum and cock, waiting for the next fuck session.

Part 6

Part 8

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[chopper-witch]

Otherwise Undocumented (A Zuko x Reader fic)

Before you read this, please know I STRUGGLED with the summary. It is so hard to write it without giving things away but I believe in a good summary so here ya go. My shit attempt. Also probably some errors sprinkled in for extra spiciness.

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Characters: everyone in A:TLA; you (reader); I add your parents to this due to plot and give them names (I think names are important and will only use a filler like (y/n) for reader); might add in random OCs later.

Pairings: Zuko x Female* reader; Mai tries to be x Zuko; all the other canon ships. (sorry, Mai. I do her justice, I think...)

Timeline: Mainly focuses on 88 AG (when I am making you start at the Academy) to 100 AG (just past the end of the war)

The first chapter is set in 80 AG-85 AG though. 

Genres: Angst (not sorry); fluff; PAIN (is that a category?)

Overall warnings: 

VIOLENCE (y’all, VIOLENCE);   I’m hoping some smut but I take my time;    swearing (not sorry, I just swear);   blood;   death;   abuse (have y’all read the comics?????? Ozai Was Not A Good Person, but then add some of my complete inability to not be cruel to characters);   VIOLENCE (I mentioned this, right?);   torture (this literally starts with a torture scene, so like, TORTURE); Azula does bad stuff to reader (VIOLENCE);   Ozai is a Bad Parent and Creepy Person;     PTSD (what do you expect???);   characters are technically underage still when I do get to the smut part so Ima be real with you 16-17 y/os have sex but if that bothers you this is Not The Piece For You;   oh, and as I say, “fuck canon” (I try to be as canon compliant as possible, but also, fuck canon, this is fanfiction); I Create Lore and Locations to Fit My Plot.

Summary: A legend almost long forgotten in the Fire Nation reappears in the body of a young girl, reappears in you. The Blood of the Dragon was last seen alive the day after Roku died, walking to be publicly executed for treason. A true legacy to live up to. Well, a true legacy to change. While it is a happy surprise for the Nation’s royal family and military that the Blood is back and malleable, your mother knows she should have known better. All the signs were there, all the omens. She should have taken you and run when she had the chance. 

Then maybe you wouldn’t have ended up in the capital, isolated from all of your family, being molded into a weapon for their use. Maybe you wouldn’t have spent your childhood practically locked inside the palace, repeating revisionist history while balancing on one hand. Maybe you wouldn’t be both a prize and a play thing. And maybe she could have saved just one more person. 

That’s not how fate works, though, is it? 

No, fate is twisted. Fate shows you what you want then tears it apart, expecting you to put it all back together somehow. The only way to cheat fate is to re-determine destiny; to rearrange your life so completely that you need to be dealt a new hand of cards. Force fate to part ways for you. 

So maybe, just maybe, being arranged to marry the youngest prince and biggest disappointment of the Fire Nation royal family ends up being the best decision someone else has ever made for you. 

Just not for themselves. 

A/N: All my fics have happy endings, so don’t worry! I mean, there is one that doesn’t but that is for good reason and every post about it warns people to get off if they don’t want to be hurt. Also, I know the title doesn’t make a lot of sense. It will, eventually. I promise!! 

*For long form fics, I usually do x female reader. I avoid physical descriptions as much as possible so anyone can be the reader, except in places where it matters (being a woman is unfortunately a big plot point in this, and I will not be changing that but there are not many descriptive moments about a female body). 

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[gingerwritess]

submitted by @karnita-mexicana

POV it’s bring your daughter to work day and Frigg FaceTimes you while you’re home sick while Loki works out in the gym at the avengers complex.

Hope y’all like it :) (it was a real pain to edit out the wires on toms belt :/ )

THIS IS TOO MUCH I CANNOT BREATHE

“mom i think dad is dead”

“i’m fine”

welp if you need me i’ll be WRITING CAUSE THAT IS TOO CUTE AND FUNNY AND SO SO SO CANON

ugh you are so tALENTED HOW DO YOU DRAW GOOD. SO QUICKLY SO WELL. i’m in awe of you, thank you for sharing this with us unworthy souls :’)

[mxndoscyarika]

Home (Mando x female!Reader)

Requested by @karnita-mexicana: “Since requests are open what would you think of a padame and anakin type of relationship with mando and the reader where the reader is the queen of a planet and they have a secret relationship going on and it’s super fluffy 🥺👉🏾👈🏾”

Author’s note: It’s finally done! Sorry this took so long, I wanted to make sure I did it justice. Enjoy!

Summary: After weeks of anxiety, you return home to find a new addition to your life.

Warnings: none

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The Razor Crest was silent as it approached the planet of Garamonde, a planet with lush green forests spattered with some of the most advanced cities in the system. As they entered the atmosphere, Mando picked up the child and placed him on his lap. “You ready to meet someone very special, ad’ika?”

Large dark eyes looked up at him curiously.

“You better behave once we get down there,” he teased. “Ok?”

The child smiled and let out a coo.

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“The mines will cease operation for the time being,” you declared, seated in your throne. “It’s no longer safe for the workers. Many jobs in the development sectors will open as we continue to develop more energy efficient devices; we’ll transfer them as appropriate.”

In front of you stood royal advisors, each carrying datapads with reports on various sectors. Although they were capable of handling everything with little input from their queen, you had made it a point during your time as ruler to remain as involved as possible.

The most recent problem seemed to be the state of Garamonde’s mines. The increased snow over the recent winter meant much more snowmelt once the weather warmed up. Mines set up near the base of the mountains were at risk of being covered by mudslides and collapsing.

“But our exports-”

“Will be fine,” you reassured. “We have much more to offer than metal, and we have a duty to protect and support all workers. This is not up for debate.”

“Yes, your majesty,” they all said in unison, bowing.

Standing up, you said, “Well I guess that settles things. You’re all dismissed.”

Your gown of purple and gold flowed behind you as you strode down the hall, guards trailing slowly as usual. You never quite understood why you needed protection in your own palace.

“Your majesty!” a voice called out. You turned around to see it was Javonor Talbri, one of the advisors who’d brought up an issue with taxation. “I have the reports you wanted on this datapad. Would you like me to give them to you now, or-”

“Leave those in my study,” you quipped, continuing to walk once he caught up. Just a few more feet, and you’d be free of all the formalities and gowns “I’ll go over them later.”

“O-of course, your majesty,” Talbri replied, gripping the tablet tightly.

“I’ll be sure to have a look soon,” you said absentmindedly, entering your chambers. Closing the door on him, you finished, “For now, I have other things to attend to.”

“Of course, your majesty! Forgive any pressure I may have put upon you. I simply just-”

Sighing, you pressed a button on the control pad by the door, which blocked any sound from entering your room. Talbri was dedicated and competent, but he never shut up.

The first thing that came off was the large pin holding together your hair and jeweled headpiece. Even after years of wearing heavy headpieces and hairstyles, you never quite got used to them. At least, not enough for them to be comfortable.

You then changed into some soft pants and a long-sleeved top, both made from stretchy but durable fabric. Stiff heeled shoes were exchanged for worn-in boots with quiet soles. Digging through your wardrobe, you found your favorite cloak, a remnant of a visit to Nevarro. Well, before all the commotion began. Thankfully, it had died down since then.

In less than half of an hour, you were standing by a blue lake. Trees surrounded you, towering high and providing shade for the warm day. Spots of light littered the forest floor, much like how the buildings in the kingdom glittered during sunset. It was peaceful, but something was missing.

You inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, trying to calm the nagging in the back of your mind. Where was he? Did he make it out of Nevarro?

The snap of a twig behind you sends your reaching for your blaster, pointing it in the direction the sound came from. This forest wasn’t known for harboring dangerous creatures, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

“Hey hey hey don’t shoot, it’s me!” a modulated voice shouts. It’s Mando, and he’s got one hand flung out, the other occupied with a bundled up...blanket?

Letting your arm drop, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and placed your blaster back in its holster. You took him in, as if the mandalorian standing there could’ve been a figment of your imagination.

Fallen leaves and twigs crunched under your feet as you ran into the mandalorian’s arms, nestling your face against his neck. He still smelled like leather and the metal of the Razor Crest. The only difference was that he had new armor. Yes, finally, your Mando had come home. It was your Din. You pulled away. “I should shoot you for not sending a message to me for the past three months. Where have you been?”

“I’m sorry, I had some business to take care of,” he replied, holding you close. Well, as close as he could with the child on his other arm.

“You didn’t come home,” you murmured, placing a hand on the side of his helmet, where his cheek would be. “I was so worried. I flew all the way out here and waited for you. You never came.”

“I-I know,” he said, voice strained. “It’s a long story.” The bundle in his arms squirmed a little, drawing his attention back to it. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet, cyar’ika.”

You gasped softly as the child poked its head out of the blanket, big eyes looking around at everything. The sky, the trees, Din, and you. Your heart melted as it smiled up at you and reached out. Tucking yourself to his side, you asked, “Is this what kept you away for so long?”

He nodded. “It was one of my bounties. But it’s just a kid. I couldn’t live with myself if I turned it over and walked away. So I broke it out and we’ve been on the run since.”

You frowned. “But your creed...that means it’s...”

“It’s a foundling in my care,” he answered. “And according to the creed, I’m its father now.”

You laughed softly, stroking the child’s ear with a finger. “I never thought I’d see the day that the big bad Mandalorian settles down with a baby of his own.”

“Neither did I,” he replied softly. He looked down at you, taking in your smile and the child’s newfound fascination with your jewelry. “But here we are.”

There you were, indeed. You and Din had discussed having your own children before, but recent years left both of you stranded in your own ways. Transitioning into being a queen had drained you mentally and physically, and Din’s occupation didn’t leave much room for settling down.

“You could stay here,” y/‍n offered. “This place is pretty well hidden, and in all our years of coming here, no one has followed us.”

Din sighed and pressed his forehead against yours, keeping you close with a hand on the small of your back. Even through all the layers, you could feel his warmth against your spine.

“I wish I could,” he said, voice breaking. “But I can’t put you in danger by staying here longer than a few weeks at a time. Not until I know for sure that no one is after our ad’ika.”

Humming, you asked, “Our?”

“Yes. Unless you don’t want it? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just sprung it on you-“

“I’m just teasing, cyare,” you interrupted, pressing a kiss to the side of his helmet. You reached over and let the child grab onto your finger. Smiling, you continued, “I always knew you had a soft spot for foundlings. Remember when you gave me that idea to reform the foster care system?”

“Every child should have a home they can return to,” he rasped, looking down at the child in his arms. “Even if they’re not related by blood.”

“Well, this foundling is very lucky to have you.” Noting the setting sun, you added, “We should get inside, you must be tired.”

The cottage was small, but it was enough for both of you. No amount of luxury or extravagance could replace the intimacy of living with loved ones. Din immediately spotted the satchel of cooking ingredients sitting on the counter, no doubt containing everything needed to make tiingilar, a traditional mandalorian casserole dish. You knew what your riduur’s line of work entailed, and home-cooked meals were few and far between. So, you and Din had eventually formed your own tradition of cooking a meal together whenever he returned to Garamonde. The only difference was that, this time, you would be joined by the child.

You still couldn’t quite wrap your head around the thought of it; that is, the fact that your Din now had a child of his own. Did that mean you would be as its mother? Or would the lack of marriage vows mean you would simply be an outsider to his new clan?

Once the food was ready, you two would sit back to back, a way of dining together while respecting Din’s religion. Until you and he were officially wed, you were forbidden to see his face. Part of you was disappointed at that, because you didn’t know how long it would be until you and Din were married; if you would ever have the chance to at all. But above all else, you respected him, and understood the gravity of the exceptions he already made for you. Sitting back to back while eating? He didn’t have to do that; he’d had to take his meals in isolation pretty much every day. But for you, he risked having his face seen. All so you could savor each other’s presence for as long as possible.

As you ate, you could hear the child’s squeals of joy and Din’s soft chuckles coming from behind you. He would say something in mando’a and imitate the sound of a speeder before feeding the child yet another spoonful of tiingilar.

“Your mother is a great cook, isn’t she?” he mused, mostly to himself. You were glad he couldn’t see you, because you felt your cheeks burn hotter than the two suns.

When it came time for the child to sleep, you two gathered blankets and pillows to line a woven basket. “I’ll have a proper bed made for him once I return to the palace,” you said quietly, not wanting to disturb the drowsy baby. “But this will work for now. Cuun ade je morut’yc.”

Our child is safe.

“Cuun ade je morut’yc,” Din repeated, his heart swelling with affection when you claimed the child as yours.

After washing up and taking off his armor, he slid under the blankets, lying on his back. The sheets rustled as you followed him onto the bed shortly. Although you both couldn’t see, you easily fell into comfort. His presence was familiar and soothing as you practically melted under his touch. You could feel his entire body relax underneath you, weeks of tension leaving him.

“You should stay,” you said softly, head resting against his chest. He was so warm and gentle, a stark contrast from the beskar armor he donned. “It’s safe here. You and ad’ika would have my entire military’s protection.”

“Even if we didn’t have our ad’ika, you know I wouldn’t be able to,” Din said, his unmodulated voice sending shivers down your spine. “Your people wouldn’t approve.”

Lifting your head to face him, you asked, “Do you really think they won’t approve?”

You cradled his face in your hands, tracing the stubble lining his jaw. The curtains in the bedroom were drawn closed to block out any light, giving Din the safety of removing his helmet. Your thumb pressed lightly against his plush lips, feeling his warm breath against your fingertip. Kissing him between each word, you pondered, “Do you really think they’ll disrespect their queen’s choice? Disrespect their king and their child?”

Din groaned softly, his hands wandering south. One arm remained secured on your hip while the other pressed you against him, sliding under your shirt. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me as your king, and ad’ika as our heir.”

[mediaban]

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[quaildoodle]

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[grosirtasimportbatam]

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[reluctant-mandalore]

Nighttime Cuddles

Warnings: Fluff, cuddling, playing with cobbs hair cause yes, established relationship, not beta read

Word Count: 719

Pairing: Cobb Vanth x Gender Neutral Reader

a/n: Thank you for the ask anon!! This definitely helps with fulfilling my need to just sit and play with cobbs hair while cuddling sdhbfbhsjd. I only wrote something short for it, but I think in this case shorter was better! 

Cobb Vanth was utterly exhausted, his body sore and mind barely piecing any thoughts together, as he made his way home. His feet hadn’t led him to his own house though, instead they had brought him to your little hut near the end of the town. Admittedly, he rarely went to his home now—only ever returning when he needed something of importance. Honestly, by this point he should really just move into yours, but that was a conversation for when he could think coherently and when his body wasn’t aching all over.  

The Marshal had entered your home the same he did any night, leaving his boots by the door before quietly making his journey through the darkened space, only stopping when he had reached your bedroom. He would open the door to be greeted by you lounging on the bed, a datapad in hand as you read whatever was illuminated on the screen. A smile would always cross his lips when saw you, his heart fluttering at the sight of you laying among the blankets—still awake and waiting for him to join you in bed.  

Briefly he saw your eyes flicker to his own, watching as you motioned for him to join you by patting the empty spot on the mattress at your side. Seeing the gesture had made his hands instantly begin to work at pulling off his gear, his fingers fumbling with the buckles as he yawned out loudly. He couldn’t wait to just lie down next to you and just finally sleep. 

After removing his gear, Cobb had then practically collapsed onto your bed, leaving the clothing scattered about the floor of your tiny room. He had effectively made himself right at home in the sheets, nuzzling himself into you before throwing a lazy arm over your waist as a content sigh left him. 

A hum sounded from you at the feeling of him joining you, and instantly your one hand had moved to comb itself through his hair, causing a tired grunt to sound from the man by your side. He loved the feeling of you messing with his hair and found it to be oddly calming after a long day. He swore your fingers were like magic—always managing to brush away his worries with such simple movements. 

Feeling you play with his hair had made him settle deeper into the sheets by this point, sighing again as his body became more relaxed. Even sooner he had found himself drifting off to sleep, the tiredness he felt finally taking over and causing his eyes to lull shut.  

As he dozed, one of your hands continued to twirled and run through his hair softly, playing with it as he began to snore without a worry. At one point, he had shifted in his sleep from your touch, allowing for himself to nestle closer. His body had moved to entangled itself with your own, covering you like it was just another blanket to keep you warm, almost as if he was afraid you would leave him in the middle of the night. 

A hum left you at the feeling of his warmth washing over your own form, and you stifled a laugh at the thought of comparing the man currently covering you to that of a blanket. He certainly felt like one at this moment, with his body molding to yours like it was the most natural thing in the Galaxy. In all fairness, he was warmer than any of the blankets that you owned, his extra body heat a much appreciated relief from the chilly night air. So, his extra weight hadn’t bothered you in the slightest, and instead you found yourself basking in its heated bliss. 

Setting the datapad aside and pressing a kiss to his temple, you settled yourself farther into the mattress—your fingers still lazy roaming through his soft hair as you did. Your eyes felt heavy now, while you laid there next to him, listening to his quiet snores and feeling his gentle puffs of breaths against your skin. It wouldn’t take much longer for you to join the man in dreamland, only waking again to the sun filtering through the curtains, the sounds of your love complaining about the mess you had made of his hair filling the brightening room.

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@a-seeker-of-imagination​ @ah-callie​ @readsalot73​ @starrywatermelon​ @karnita-mexicana​

[fave-fanfic-for-now]

I saw your reply to @karnita-mexicana’s ask, but I was totes gonna ask if some trusted neighbors could take care of the kids for a few days while you know....Mando’s breeding kink came out to play. Just a thought I’m slipping under the door and I’m walking away with absolutely no expectations, but hoping to be surprised (as I always am) with what you write next ❤️😉

I think I can do something for that. 😁