#din djarin x reader fluff

[imaginedisish]

The Only Exception (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!!! Ahhh here is the Din Djarin x reader fic I said I’d post. This has been sitting in my WIPs since late November/early December. This is what I was working on before I got sick. I’m so happy it’s done. I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out, although I may have written something similar to this already. It’s very much inspired by “The Only Exception,” by Paramore. I’m hoping I didn’t use this song as a title yet....Oh well. ENJOY!

Summary: Din has been wildly overprotective of you lately, but maybe it’s because there’s something lying deep below the surface that’s been threatening to bubble over...

Warnings: SMUT!!!!! 18+ Please!!! Oral (f!receiving), fingering, PIV sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cursing, canon typical violence, Jedi!reader, Razor Crest still exists (and it’s def bigger in my head than it is in the show), praise kink, friends to lovers, angsty but fluffy and smutty dw, I only proofread like 2 times so it may be bad (it’s 3:16am...so...we die like men!), AFAB reader, uhhh I think that’s it...

Word Count: 3,078

“I swear to the Maker, if you don’t get back on the Crest now, I’m gonna-,”

Din is cut off by the sound of your lightsaber clashing through the plastoid armor of the stormtrooper to your left. You swing your saber around, showing off more than you need to. You throw it down the alleyway, feeling through the force as it cuts through another stormtrooper before finding its way back to your hand.

“You’re gonna what?” You say, tilting your head to the side. You point your saber to the stormtroopers scattered around the alleyway. “I just saved you.” You close your saber and cross your arms cockily.

Din shakes his head, his gaze refusing to meet yours. “And where’s the kid? You just left him on the Crest?” You roll your eyes, turning your back towards him as you remove your cloak from your shoulders. There, in perfect condition, is Grogu, secure in a little carrier on your back.

“You really think I’d be that dumb?” Your words have a callous edge to them. Din had been far moodier than usual over the past few days, and with that came a strange overprotectiveness that you hadn’t seen before. It was starting to feel as if he thought you were going to mess up, that you couldn’t take care of yourself. “You think I’d put the kid’s life at stake?”

“That’s not what I meant.” The anger in his voice has all but melted away. You’re shocked by how defeated he sounds now.

You inhale deeply, taking a moment to calm yourself down. “So what did you mean, Din?”

“We don’t have time for this now.” He’s curt and almost a bit cold, his modulated voice echoing off the walls of the alleyway. “We need to get back to the ship.”

You hate the way he’s brushing you off, ignoring you, pushing you to the side. You didn’t need this; you didn’t need to put up with his shit. Not anymore. “What is going on with you?” The words come out louder, more aggressive than you meant them to.

Din takes a single stride towards you, his broad figure practically shoving you against the wall in the process. “We are not doing this here.” The feeling of him being so close to you clouds your mind. You can’t form a coherent thought, never mind a sentence. You want to say something, to stand up for yourself, but you can’t. “Now cut the shit so we can get back to the ship.” There’s that anger again, that finality in his voice.

In the distance you can hear stormtroopers chatting, whispering your name, mumbling on about Grogu, warning each other about the Mandalorian. Din was right. There was no time to hash this out here. You nod, finally caving in. Din takes a step away from you, immediately grasping your wrist in his hand before making a break for the Crest, just on the other end of the alleyway.

Somehow you make it without being seen. Din lets go of your hand, motioning for you to get on the ship. You make a b-line for the back and carefully remove Grogu from his carrier, placing him in his crib. You stand frozen in place in front of it, watching his eyes flutter open and closed as he slowly drifts off to sleep.

You don’t want to move. You rather watch the child you had come to care so deeply for sleep peacefully than deal with a massively enraged Din. The oncoming fight would most definitely wake Grogu, so maybe it was best for you to hide in the little corner that you had come to call Grogu’s bedroom, completely unnoticed. But obviously, that’s not an option. You begrudgingly step towards the end of the hull and decide to keep your hands busy by organizing the tiny stock of food that lined a makeshift shelf along the far wall.

You can hear Din’s heavy steps on the other side of the ship, presumably heading up towards the cockpit. After a few seconds and many annoyed grunts from Din, the ship is lifted into the air and away from danger.

You try your best to bring yourself to get angry at him, to yell some explicative across the hull of the ship and spit a curse in his helmet-covered face. You wanted the consequences, for him to storm over and scream back. But you couldn’t – because things weren’t normally like this. Din had always been kind, caring, protective even.

He'd leave the cockpit to grab a blanket from his cot when you fell asleep in the co-pilot’s chair. He’d come back and gently, yet silently, tuck you in with it. It was the only blanket he had. Sometimes you’d wake up in his bed, having been carried into it at some point during the night. He’d be awake, taking care of the child, flying the Crest, making sure nothing and no green baby woke you up.

You’d be lying if you said his doting behavior didn’t draw you to him, that it didn’t make you crave him. Every soft touch on your shoulder, every time you pretended to be asleep just to feel his arms wrap around you as he brought you to his cot. You’d let your stares linger a little too long from time to time, pushing past your reflection in his armor, searching for some sort of sign that maybe he feels the same.

You wanted him to come up behind you, rest his hands on your hips, squeezing softly at the exposed inch of skin where your top and your pants just can’t seem to meet, and whisper in your ear in that husky, modulated voice that he’s sorry, that he’ll make up to you by-

“Never, ever, do anything like that again.” You practically jump out of your skin at the sound of his voice. You quickly turn around, not realizing how close Din had gotten to you. His chest is practically flush against yours, the proximity causing you to stumble back against the shelf, threatening to bring it down with you.

Din immediately snakes an arm around your waist, keeping you from falling against the cold metal floors below. Your arms instinctively reach up around his neck to stabilize yourself. You’re glued to him now, and you don’t particularly want to let go. You swallow harshly, intimidated by the way the beskar clad man seems to tower over you, by the way you can smell him, by the way his forehead practically touches yours.

You take a deep breath, furrowing your brows and doing your best to collect your thoughts despite the fog that the moment seemed to create in your brain. “Do what? Save your ass?” You spit, instantly regretting the harshness of your words, even if he deserves them.

“You weren’t supposed to leave the ship.” He’s stern, his voice somehow punishing. “You were supposed to stay here with the kid.”

You shake your head, feeling far too much like a child caught playing in the front seat of their parent’s speeder. “You needed my help! You would’ve died out there without me! And I can handle myself,” You yell, trying to ignore how you could feel the rise and fall of his chest against yours. “If this is about risking the kid’s life, I promise you I wasn’t. I would never put him-,”

He cuts you off, “I know you wouldn’t, that’s not what this is about.”

What? You think to yourself, confused beyond belief. If this wasn’t about the child, then what could this possibly be about? “So then what’s the problem?” You ask, more aware of the way that Din is holding you against him now than you were before.

You can hear Din inhale deeply through the modulator. “You.” A shudder rolls down your spine. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed.” There’s still an edge in his voice, but he’s calmer now, almost pained, as if considering your death in some dark corner of his mind.

“Sorry that my death would be such an inconvenience for you,” You say sardonically. “It’ll be hard trying to replace me with some other force-wielding wizard that’ll be willing to babysit for you, since clearly that’s all I am.” You wanted the words to sting him, to hurt him, and maybe they did, but it felt like a punch in the gut to simply think them. You wanted to grab the words from where they still hung in the air and shove them back into your mouth, to swallow them so that they could burn in the acid of your stomach.

Din tilts his head down, crushed, defeated. Your heart winces. Fuck. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” His stare finds yours again, and you quickly look down at his shoulder, too embarrassed to have him look you in your eyes.

You shake your head. “But Din, that’s the problem,” You say, somehow finding the courage to meet his gaze. “I don’t know what you mean. How am I supposed to know what you mean if you won’t kriffing tell-,”

“Fucking hell, I don’t want to lose you!”

Your eyes widen. “What?”

Din looks around the hull, as if the words he was searching for were hiding, wrapped somewhere around its silver walls. “I can’t lose you. And before you ask, no, it’s not because you train the kid or whatever the hell you think it is.” You can feel the pain in his voice, guilt quickly filling your gut. “It’s just…” He trails off, silence hanging heavy in the air.

“Well…what is it?” You mumble, struggling to force down the lump in your throat. You wish you could see his face, to get a sense of his expression, an inkling as to what he was really feeling.

“You,” He says, as if those three letters held some secret, omniscient being or meaning. To him, they did. It was you. You were the thing that kept him up at night, the thing that made him want to show every facet of his being for the first time in his life.  “You’re reckless and careless and sometimes you drive me absolutely insane.”

You scoff. “Wow, what a glowing review of my services!”

Din shakes his head. “You don’t fucking get it. You’re so much more than that, because even though you drive me crazy,” He pauses; the modulator picks up his breath as it catches in his throat, “I know I’d never be able to spend an entire lifetime without you in it.”

You’re speechless. An entire lifetime? “Din I-,”

“Close your eyes.”

“What? You just said all that and you want me to close my-,”

“Just close your eyes. You trust me, don’t you?”

Of course I trust you, smart-ass, You think to yourself. So, you do what he says, shutting your eyes firmly. Then there’s a hiss, and then something clunks loudly against the floor. And then…

It’s warm, and soft, and smooth, and all those other perfect words someone would use to describe the perfect kiss. He has a mustache under all that metal, and now you know, because it tickles ever so gently just above your upper lip. His hands squeeze your hips just a bit tighter, pulling you further into his chest.

His lips press deeper into yours, hungrier. You keep your eyes closed tightly, your hands sliding up and into his hair, combing gently. He moans into your mouth at the touch as he guides you away from the shelf and towards his cot.

“D-Din,” You stutter in between gasps.

“What is it, mesh’la?” He presses a chaste kiss to your forehead.

You can feel the heat pooling at the bottom of your stomach, but there’s something stopping you, something telling you that there’s no possible way this could ever be real, that it wasn’t a set-up, that it wasn’t a dream. “Do you really want this?”

“More than anything.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, and you silently wish to yourself that you could see it. “Do you?”

You nod, repeating his words, “More than anything.”

His lips find yours again, his knee nudging in between your thighs as he pushes you down onto his cot. He’s on top of you now, his hands on either side of your body. “Wanted you for so long…” He whispers in your ear. “Wanted you this whole time.” Fuck, he was going to kill you.

Din presses sloppy kisses into the crook of your neck, leading up to your jaw. His hands stretch under the hemline of your shirt, his fingertips gliding across your stomach and towards the edge of your bra. You shudder as he reaches underneath, slowly inching towards your chest.

Something was changing within him, and that something was you. You made him want to throw his Creed away, to ignore all he had been taught his entire life. How could you ever possibly be something he shouldn’t have? He needed you.

More than anything. And you needed him.

“Please,” You beg. “I need you Din, please.”

And just like that, something within him finally switched.

“Open your eyes, cyare,” He’s so quiet you almost miss it. His fingers dip underneath your bra, rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger teasingly before doing the same to the other. “’Want you to look at me when I make you come.”

Panic rises to your chest. “W-what, are you sure? What about the Creed, what about-,”

“It doesn’t matter, not if it means I can’t have you.”

You wait a moment, giving him time to change his mind, but he doesn’t. You let your eyes flutter open, his curly hair and brown eyes flooding your vision. And Maker, there’s that smile, the smile you’d only heard through laughs and sarcastic, snide quips. You swear your heart skips a beat, maybe even two. He was perfect. Of course he was fucking perfect.

“You’re beautiful,” You whisper, your hands finding their way to his cheeks, his neck, your fingertips carefully running over his lips. His forehead rests down on yours, his eyes closing softly, reveling in the intimacy.

Din lifts himself off you and makes his way down your body, settling in between your legs. His fingers hook the waistline of your pants, tugging them down and throwing them somewhere in the hull. He feels your core through your soaked panties.

“So fucking wet for me, pretty girl,” He coos, practically ripping your panties as he pulls them down your legs. “Need to taste you.”

“F-fuck, Din,” You breathe sharply as his tongue laps at your clit, your hips lifting off the mattress. Din presses an arm across your hips, keeping you down against the cot, his free hand spreading your slick, teasing your entrance.

“’Tastes so good,” He rasps, his voice vibrating deliciously against your core. “Doing so good for me sweet girl.”

His mouth sucks harshly at your clit, taking the small bundle of nerves into his mouth, lapping at you like he was starving. You wanted more, needed more.

“N-need you, Din,” You whine, your hips fighting against the arm that held you down. He pushes you down further into the mattress, his mouth pressing even deeper onto your core.

“Not done with you yet,” He grunts, pushing two fingers into your entrance, pumping in and out, fast and hard. You could feel yourself growing closer with each thrust.

You moan his name like it’s a prayer, and in this moment it is. “Din, please, I, just…” But you can’t finish your sentence. It’s all too much, his fingers, his tongue, his voice, him. He was everywhere and everything all at once. And yet you needed more.

“Use your words, sweet girl,” He says patiently, nonchalantly.

“I want…” Your words fail again. “I…need you to f-fuck me, please.”

But he doesn’t stop, he keeps going. “I said I wasn’t done with you yet.” You could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers, teetering just on the edge.

“I’m so close,” You pant in between ragged breaths.

And then, abruptly, he pulls away, leaving you cold and empty. Before you can even think to sit up or reach out for him, he was back, his hips resting against yours, his pants and armor now somewhere scattered to the side. You could feel his cock throbbing against your inner thighs. He lines himself up with your entrance, teasing you.

“Din,” You whimper. “Plea-,”

He buries himself inside you, cutting you off, stretching you out. “So fucking tight,” He praises, pulling all the way out before thrusting back into you, filling you up again. “So soft, so perfect.” His fingers find your clit, circling the nerves roughly.

His forehead rests on your own as his left-hand searches for your right one. His fingers intertwine with yours just above your head, keeping you from drowning, cementing you there with him. It all feels so good, each pump, each circle at your clit. You can feel your walls clenching around him.

“Taking me so well,” He soothes, rocking into you. “Such a good girl.” It was all too much, his words, his cock.

“I-I’m gonna-,” You choke, white heat flooding your vision. You know Din isn’t far behind, his hips stuttering against yours.

“Come for me, sweet girl, that’s it,” Din moans, sending you over the edge. You feel yourself shattering underneath him, falling apart into a million pieces, only to be put back together again. His name slips off your tongue as he comes inside you.

His hips roll slowly against yours, gently rocking into you a few more times before pulling out.  

He shifts a bit so that you can comfortably lay on his chest. After all that, there’s only one thing you can think about.

“You wouldn’t be able to live without me?”

You look up at Din. His smirk stretches into a smile. He presses a kiss to your forehead. “I wouldn’t, no.” He says it so matter-of-factly, so simply, as if it was common knowledge. “I need you. I always have.”

“I need you too.” He was the only person you had ever needed, the only exception. You didn’t need to tell him. He knew. Always has, always will.

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

And I'm on my way to believing

Oh, and I'm on my way to believing

[roguetonorth]

Fix you

summary: you've been having a hard time dealing with your own thoughts, but your mandalorian lover never fails to kiss it better.

warnings: hurt/comfort, reader and their bad thoughts, fluff, din being a lovey dovey and lots of kissing

pairing: din djarin x reader

word count: 2534k

a/n: this had been sitting on my notes app for a decade and i decided i might as well drop it here idk what it is i was just depressed and yearning

•masterlist•

When your mandalorian noticed it, he had been fully dressed, armor and all. His weapons had been tied up to his holster and he had a flashing puck in his gloved hand, ready for his next hunt. 

you had been sitting on the edge of the little bunk din called a bed, dangling your feet and staring at your hands in your lap in the barely dim light of the hull that crept inside. It was too early for you to be awake, which meant you hadn’t had sleep at all. 

The thought of it is enough to make din’s heart clench and he abandons his helmet on a cargo box and walks over to where you were, kneeling between your knees and looking up to study your face. Still, you don't acknowledge him at all, so he places a hand on your calf.  

“cyar’ika,” he calls you softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh. “It’s too early yet.” din tells you, pure concern evident in his voice. you quietly hum in response, gaze avoidant of his pleading one.  

Din drops his head to rest against your thigh and he stays there with you for a few moments, waiting for you to say something. When you don’t, you hear his defeated sigh as he gets up and leaves you with a little kiss to your hairline, ascending to the cockpit. 

When your mandalorian comes back, he sees the door of the bunk shut and no sign of you nearby. The only tell that you’re still in the ship is the small sniffle he hears coming from inside. That’s when he decided he wasn’t going to leave you today. 

but still, as the day went by it’s like he had. 

You’d swallow hard, hands fumbling meaninglessly by the pages of your little journal or with your belongings— literally anything that kept you busy and distracted from your own mind.

You didn't snap, you didn't stomp feet around, you didn't do anything at all. But din knew. He knew the way your eyes locked on inanimate things but didn't actually see it, the same fog that blurred your mind seeming to creep into your sight as you busied yourself with mild tasks on autopilot. 

The silence on the ship is ever too loud without your jokes and giggles and your mandalorian is way too helpless without your stolen glances and little touches. He hated seeing you like this, wandering around and avoiding his gaze constantly yet just out of instinct, locking yourself in your mind and hiding your watery eyes from him.  But you were aware that he knew, aware of his confused glances dancing over your figure all day. 

the sun had been down for a few hours now, and you caught din’s ever so expressive eyes on you again through the fresher’s small mirror. But this time, you don't draw your eyes away from him or from the small sweet smile he held for you and for you only.

You were almost caught off guard when he actually acted on his thoughts, his arms coming to cross over your torso and pulling your back flush against his chest. 

He doesn't say anything, just holds you close in his firm grasp with so much tenderness like he knew he was the only thing that held the pieces of you together. 

You don't dare to meet his eyes again in the mirror in front of you, your gaze falling to watch his arms folded over your stomach in a protective and comforting manner. 

It takes everything to let your eyes truly meet his chocolate gaze, because you know he'll read right through them just as you can see through his. But all you find in them is worry, care draped with love, the softness he holds you with dripping from them and bleeding comfort  onto your skin. 

The notch on his brow disappears the slightest as he welcomes your gaze on his. 

"Hey,," Din says softly. 

So softly that it would have ripped the pent up pain you trapped in your chest for so long now. Your heart aches as you let yourself weigh on him, his stubble tickling softly your shoulder when you reply in a cracked voice that doesn't even sound like yourself, "Hi." 

He keeps your eyes in the mirror, squeezing your waist even tighter. There's a questioning flick in his gaze, you notice, the same one he sustained all day, he wants to know what's happening. But more than that there is understanding as he just stays there, his breath fanning over your cold skin as you bask in his warmth despite the forming lump in your throat the longer you look in his eyes. You tear your gaze away from his, your vision blurring with tears you refuse to set free. 

Din lets out a sigh, not one of annoyance but one of uttermost care, the pain you drown yourself in drowning him too. And that only added to said pain, because you didn't  want to drag din to the dark pit you were in, specially because you didn't even know what caused this. You hardly thought there was a reason to. 

But din didn't care, your din didn't care even if that meant you needed distance from him. All he cared about was that you were okay. 

He watches you in the mirror, ever the most beautiful thing he'd seen even as a stray tear rolls down to stain your shirt, letting his hold on you loose a bit as he presses a quick and tender kiss to the nape of your neck. 

"Do you want me to leave?" He asks with a soft whisper. 

You suck in a breath, hands desperately pressing his arms back into place as a hurried "No." leaves your lips. You knew there was no point on pushing him away

Din smiles a little, tightening his grasp on you again and making you feel safe in the way only he could, "Okay." 

He lets his eyes flutter closed as he sees you do the same, nudging his nose in your hair and breathing you in as if you were the first oxygen molecule he'd had in days. He never lets go of you, not even as your breaths even out and you try to reach for his face over your shoulder, he'd never let go of you until you told him to. He looks over at you as he drops his face to yours, the crevice of his nose dovetailed with yours, a cracked smile of yours stealing his heart despite your heavy eyelids and set jaw. 

"Do you want to talk?" He asks unsurely, not wanting to push you but extremely eager to help you feel better.

You only shake your head no, your heart sinking upon denying his tender offer. And he waits again, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he waits for you to open up in your own time. 

"I just," you sigh loudly, tired of your own bullshit and asking yourself how wasn't he, how and why the hell was he still with you here, "I just need to stop thinking." 

"It's okay," he murmurs right below your ear, his eyes meeting yours with the same warm, welcome and home-like gaze, "I've got you." Din holds you a little tighter, almost swaying with you in his arms in a comforting motion. 

You let yourself sink on him. drown in his scent and in his soft hold, ignoring the fact that you don't deserve this, that you don't deserve him and actually allowing yourself to accept the care it pained him not to give it to you. 

"I want to help you, cyare." He says, the concern still as present in his voice and eyes as you turn around to face him, his hands rubbing soothingly on your back. 

You close your eyes shut, nodding with your face buried in his neck. He smells like musk, spice and something sweet impossibly and uniquely like him. the haze his strong adoration and love inflicts upon you is like a sedative, working so easily into your chaotic mind that you feel like you’re asleep in his arms.

You barely acknowledge him bringing you to the cot and laying you down gently on your shared bed, complying eagerly on holding onto you once again as you make grabby hands motion to him. 

he lays down on you, his weight like a rock pining you in place under his care and his love. His arms are on your back, under your shirt warming your skin. His nose tracing your jawline, his brow furrowed like he'd break his own heart to fix yours. Maker knows he would do it without giving it a thought.

You just let him drown on you, your hand cradling his hair and toying with his curls and you can't help but to smile softly like he always caused you to. 

Din's heart skips a beat as he sees your smile for the first time today, and it only spurs him on as he starts pressing soft butterfly kisses on your neck. 

You release a soft breath, almost like a giggle when he sticks to a little spot below your jaw, softly kissing tenderly one more of his promises onto your skin, one that he'd always care for you in every way he could. 

It tugs your heart lighter and a small smile crosses your lips, "what are you doing?" 

din smiles too, parting from the crook of your neck to look at your eyes, "i miss your smile cyar'ika," 

Though you do hold a smile for him right now, you feel bad for the way you pushed yourself away from him, building an emotional barrier between the two of you for practically the whole day. 

"I'm sorry," you begin, drawing your eyes away from his, "i shouldn't have shut you out like that, I— I'm, I'm sorry, i—" 

"Hey," he cuts you off gently, his call barely a whisper, "it's okay, we're okay." din reassures you, shifting from your side to hover over you, the broad expanse of his shoulders blocking part of the light coming from the little panel by the door. "I understand that you need space, I'm not upset," the sound of his voice caresses your heart and soothes your mind, especially when he leans in to press a kiss to your temple, then to your cheek, "just want you to be okay.” 

You heart warms up in your chest because you know every word din says is whole heartdly meant.

"I know." The tone of your voice is still a little dull from spending so much time without saying anything and it does nothing to convey the immense gratitude you feel for din.

Din, the man who would go across the galaxy out of his way to buy you mundane little things you liked or wanted  without you even asking. Din, the mandalorian bounty hunter who'd slaughter anywone who dared to look at you the wrong way but still would turn himself to a puddle just from seeing you smile or hearing your voice. Din, who gave you everything he had and everything he is, yet would never ask for anything in return.

The metal door you stare at turns blurry and you reach your arms out around dins neck, squeezing him closer as if you wanted him to merge into your form more than humanly possible. He basks in your action, letting out a content sigh and sneaking a hand up your back, fingers grazing up your spine to slip into the back of your neck and into your hair.

You lean onto his touch, unable to focus on anything else but din and the soft scratch of his stubble on your skin as he kisses the corner of your mouth.

The smile you hold for him grows a bit wider as his lips ghost a gentle peck over yours, sweet and soft like a silky warm blanket that could keep you warm even in the coldest planet in the galaxy. Din kisses you again, but this time his lips move against yours tenderly and achingly slow. It brings back the butterflies that dance in your stomach and wander over to heat your cheeks like it happens everytime din kisses you like this.

You reach a hand to touch his cheek, encouraging him to deepen the kiss as you do part your lips for him as well. You sigh into his mouth as you feel his tongue slide against yours and his limbs tangled with yours weigh on your more heavily. You kiss him deeply and passionately, moving your hands to splay over his soft curls and over his back.

The only second you and din part from each other is when he moves you, pulling your waist flush against his and sliding his hand over the length of your leg to urge your to wrap it around him.

And then he's back on you, kissing you like both of your lives depend on it. And he does it so tenderly, you almost believe if you part from him ever again even for a second you'll die. 

Din's movements grow hungrier but he stays soft and slow, lips nothing but gentle bliss against yours breathing in your small sighs and hums along with his own. You release a giggle between kisses, which causes din to stop and look at you with wide, warm brown eyes.

"What?" He asks, mirroring your own smile as some of his mussed curls fall over his forehead to make him look even cuter and you giggle again.

"You make me happy," you tell him, not bothered at all by the simplicity of the confession since the feeling is genuine as it can be, "Especially when you start doing this."

din's eyes lit up and his small smile grows smug, "doing what?" you can hear the teasing in his voice he drapes with innocence and you can even feel it as his mouth meets your again, tongue licking into yours like he needed you more than he needed oxygen, "this?"

the last word comes muffled by your kiss, and you don't stop him even as you smile into it, only giving in for a little while longer to feel his careful haze to be enveloped in the love of the man the galaxy gifted you with.

As the both of you comply into your need to breathe, Din's forehead falls to rest against yours and his heavy breaths fall over your lips and you know he's in tune with you and always will be.

You hum contently against his lips as he presses a final, slow and soft kiss to yours, sealing the promise that despite it all he'll be there to fix you.

And even if he's not able to, he'll still want you, broken pieces and all.

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[thatredheadwriter]

Softer

din djarin x female reader

Your aloof Mandalorian employer, and dare you say friend, is surprisingly considerate when it comes to your monthly cycle.

I just started The Mandalorian and I’m already obsessed. I also just happened to be on my period, and I needed to work through some writers block. So please enjoy fluffy, awkward Din.

This is a SFW oneshot for female reader with Din Djarin of The Mandalorian. This work does not contain smut, however, it may contain mature language or themes, and as a rule, my blog is only for those over the age of 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.

Warnings Include (but are not limited to):

Swearing (English and Star Wars canon languages)

Menstruation (this shouldn’t have to be a warning)

The expectation for men to be dicks about menstruation

Din is the sweetest

Din is kinda stupid and walks in on someone changing

helmetless!Din (just a little)

Mutual pining

Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.

You woke up feeling sticky.

The gentle hum of the ship around you was nearly enough to lull you back to sleep, but the stickiness between your thighs and the cold sweat on your skin left you far too uncomfortable to even think about going back to sleep, despite the fact that your watch told you it was far too early for any living thing to be awake.

“Dank farrick,” you cursed, sitting up carefully, sure to duck your head and avoid the shelf above you. With a groan, you slid out of your ‘den’, as Mando referred to it, gathered the blankets you’d been sleeping on, and stalked off towards the laundering unit.

You knew your cycle was due soon, but ever since joining the small crew of the Razor Crest, it was harder to track time. It was the inky blackness of space, the way days would run together. It had nothing to do with your distracting companion, your boss, who stalked around the ship as a brooding pile of armor. The companion you were starting to become strangely attached to.

The laundering unit was empty, thank the Maker. You were just finished shoving the soiled bedding into the chamber and digging around the storage area for the right soap to add, but then a gloved hand clamped down on your shoulder and you yelped.

“Shit, Mando,” you clamped a hand down on your chest to steady your breathing, “How is someone covered in so much beskar so quiet?”

He didn’t answer you, of course, only tilting his helmet at you as he leaned against the wall of the ship. “What are you doing up so early?”

Your stomach churned, only partially from the cramps. There wasn’t much you knew about the mysterious Mandalorian who hired you–hell, you called him Mando, you didn’t even know his name. But you had deciphered he was human, based on his hands. They were the only part of him you’d ever seen without the armor, once when he was tending to a particularly nasty burn you’d picked up trying to fix the main cooling unit. His touch had been surprisingly soft, and you’re loathe to admit you’ve dreamed about it every night since.

But you also knew he was a man. And most men you’d met, even if they belonged to a mammalian species, were distinctly uncomfortable with the idea of menstruation.

“Uh, no particular reason,” you shrugged half-heartedly, finally finding the laundry powder you needed and pouring some into the appropriate compartment of the machine. The bright green bottle of fabric softener was easier to find.

You’d mentioned once how you missed using it, the smell in particular, and on the next supply run, there it was amongst the rations and parts. You hadn’t asked for it, but he’d remembered anyways.

“Why are you doing laundry?” he nodded at the machine. Dammit, he was suspicious.

“Well, it’s just been a while since I washed my bedding. Don’t want to be gross,” you made a face at the last bit. Not only was the conversation making you uncomfortable, but also the growing wetness between your legs. You were grateful for your black leggings and tunic, disguising the mess.

“You washed it eight days ago.”

Shit, why did he have to be so observant?

“Look, maybe I was eating in bed–which, I know, I know, crumbs lead to pests–and I might have spilled a little something is all,” you tried, putting on your best sheepish face. It was working, it seemed, he pushed off from the wall and headed behind you towards the galley. But before you could start the unit, he had slid in between you and it, popping open the door, and pulling out your blanket.

“Blood?” he inspected the fabric.

Suddenly you were pressed against the wall of the ship, gloved hands flying over your body. But not in the way you’d dreamed about that one time. This was clinical, urgent.

“Where are you injured?” he knelt in front of you, searching for any obvious wounds, any signs of pain. The visor of his helmet was tilted up at you, and you had to remind yourself to breathe.

“I’m not injured,” you pushed his hands away from your arms. “Please Mando, I’m fine.”

He stood up to his full height but didn’t let you go. “You’re bleeding, you’re not fine. Tell me what’s wrong now, or I’m taking us to the nearest starport to get you checked by a medic.”

Your face burned. Why did you have to work for the one person in the galaxy as stubborn as you?

“I’m not injured,” you reiterated. “I’m-I’m menstruating,” you mumbled out, staring at the grated floor below you.

“What?”

“Dank farrick! I’m menstruating,” you practically yelled at the shiny surface you’d come to consider as his face.

He immediately took a step back. Great, now he’s disgusted and wants nothing to do with you.

“Look, I’m sorry if you’re uncomfortable, but you’re so kriffing nosey…” you trailed off, crossing your arms across your chest and trying to seem aloof. Not like your damn hormones were making you want to cry and scream and eat all the cold rations all at once.

“I’m not uncomfortable. I’m sorry for prying,” he spoke softly.

“It’s okay,” you chewed on your bottom lip.

“You should go clean up.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, slipping away towards the fresher and made it inside before you broke, the tears streaming down your face. You weren’t sure why. Mando wasn’t mad at you, he wasn’t shunning you. He almost seemed to care.

Stepping into the spray of hot water, you allowed your tensions and emotions to diffuse into the steam around you. As red swirled around your feet and down the drain, you couldn’t help but think about what softness might lay under all that beskar.

Eventually, you cut off the water and dried yourself with one of the threadbare towels hanging by the door. It wasn’t until you were ready to step out that you realized you’d forgotten to get clean clothes to change into. So you wrapped the towel around you and hoped you could get back to your makeshift bunk before you started bleeding everywhere.

But when you opened the fresher door, there was a stack of neatly folded clothes settled right where it would be impossible to miss. And on top, an absorption pad. Your face heated at the thought of your big scary boss going through your quarters to find you clean clothes–clean panties, you realized–and a pad. As horrifying as it was, it was an overwhelmingly sweet gesture, like the fabric softener.

He’d chosen well for you: a pair of soft, loose-fitting pants that tapered at the ankles and an old but soft t-shirt you’d had for ages. You were also grateful he hadn’t brought anything frilly or lacy from your underwear collection, not that there were a lot of options like that, but rather a simple pair you’d chosen to match your skin tone. He hadn’t brought you a chest cover, but you didn’t mind so much. The t-shirt was large enough that you felt modest even without one.

Running a hand through your damp hair, you checked that your blankets were still cycling through the laundry unit before slipping into the galley, making sure to step heavily in your bare feet to announce your arrival. Once you’d almost snuck up on Mando when he’d been eating, sans helmet, and you weren’t anxious to repeat it.

But he wasn’t sitting around the table. No, he was standing in the small kitchen. And something smelled really good.

“Are you cooking?” you asked incredulously, sliding into the bench by the table.

It was easier to read him–at least from behind–when he wasn’t wearing his cowl. You could see his shoulders stiffen before he turned around and fixed you in the icy crosshairs of his visor.

“Yes. It’s an old recipe, the warriors in my covert who have cycles say it helps.”

“Oh,” was all you could say. It was inarguably the nicest thing anyone had ever done for you.

“Here,” he grabbed a steaming cup of something from a nearby workbench and set it in front of you. It smelled of cinnamon and herbs, and reminded you of Mando himself. “Behot shig. It’ll help.”

You took the container in your hands, allowing the warmth radiating from it to seep deep into your bones. It tasted similar to the tea of the last planet you’d been on, but without the sickly sweet aftertaste. A heady buzz settled into your veins and you sighed.

“Thank you.” You finally managed the words you’d wanted to say for the last hour, staring deep into the amber liquid.

He was quiet for a moment, save for the breathing of his respirator and the crackling of whatever was on the stove.

“You’re welcome.”

While you waited for him to finish the meal, you pulled the holopad from its place in the wall and began running your daily diagnostic check.

“The main cooling unit is down again,” you groaned, leaning your head against the wall in frustration. If the cooling unit wasn’t working, the hyperdrive would suffer a catastrophic failure, and you’d be in deep shit. “I could have sworn it was the condenser coil, but I replaced it last week. At this rate, it’s gonna be cheaper to replace the whole unit.”

Mando grunted as he set a plate full of food down in front of you. It looked good, you could smell the spices and the colors were far more vibrant than what you were used to in ration foods.

“I’ll take care of it.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Mando, please. I may not be some hardcore Mandalorian warrior lady, but I can still do my job.”

He was silent for a minute. You imagined you were looking right into his eyes, although there was no way to tell. This was a stare-down. And maybe he was stubborn, but so were you.

“Ok,” he agreed quietly, “But take it easy. Let me know if you need anything.”

You didn’t see much of Mando for the day, which wasn’t necessarily odd. But usually, he’d check in on you once or twice throughout the day just to make sure you weren’t ruining his ship or dead. Aside from passing him in the hallway once, you didn’t see him all day. He seemed to be busying himself with a project in the bunkroom, his personal quarters. You’d only been inside a few times, and never more than a few minutes at a time.

It wasn’t until you went to get your blankets from the laundry unit and found it empty that you thought anything of it. Okay, maybe Mando was being nice and put them back in your makeshift bunk. But they weren’t there either. In fact, all of your belongings were missing and the little space between crates that you’d transformed into your own personal nest was closed up.

If ever you were going to lose your cool on Mando, it was now. You’d woken up early, spent damn near three hours shoved in the tiny, unbearably hot compartment next to the broken cooling unit. Your back and stomach were killing you despite the painkillers you’d taken earlier in the day. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed and go to sleep.

That’s how you found yourself close to angry-crying as you pounded on the door to Mando’s quarters. You wanted your stuff, you wanted your blankets, and most of all you wanted to sleep.

“Mando!” you hit the door with the side of your fist as hard as you could, producing a satisfying banging sound. “Where’s my shit, dammit?”

Suddenly the panel slid open and you were able to catch yourself before hitting him square in the chest plate. Not that it would have hurt him, just embarrassed you.

“Come here,” he ordered, stepping aside for you to enter his personal quarters. You eyed him warily, like a mouse entering a lion’s den.

You followed his gaze–well, what you assumed he was looking at–to the wall opposite his bunk. Where before there was just empty space, a blank wall, was a new cot.

Now, new may have been an understatement. It was semi embedded in the wall, like Mando’s own bed, and you could see where he’d cobbled it together from spare parts. The mattress wasn’t anything spectacularly luxurious, but it had been made up with your favorite blankets. Your favorite feature was perhaps the privacy screen.

“This morning reminded me of my promise, when you first joined my crew, that I would get you a proper bunk,” he spoke behind you, watching you admire his work. Behind the modulator, you could almost detect a hint of nervousness.

You turned to face him, biting down on your lower lip to keep from crying. “It’s wonderful, Mando. Thank you,” you whispered. It was truly the nicest thing anyone had ever done for you. He was literally making room for you in his life.

“If you feel you don’t have enough privacy, we can figure something else out. I’ve been-”

“Really, it’s perfect,” you grinned, earlier anger forgotten. “You’re sure you have enough privacy? I don’t want you sleeping with the bucket on just because of me.”

“When it’s dark…” he moved to the control panel by the door, hitting a blue button and plunging the room into darkness. The only source of light was the same blue button on the wall and a green button on the door to the fresher. “You can’t see me.”

“Perfect,’ you nodded, not sure if he could see you.

He hit the button again and you winced as the lights came back on. You stared at each other in silence for a few moments, neither one of you with much to say.

“I, uh, I think I’m going to turn in for the night,” you said awkwardly, wrapping your arms around your middle and trying not to wince as another cramp rolled through you.

“Your things are in your trunk tucked away there,” he gestured to a small compartment where you could see he’d placed your belongings.

“Thanks,” you smiled once more and knelt to gather some sleep clothes.

“You can use the fresher in here if you’d like,” he said almost awkwardly. “I’ll leave you alone now.”

Before he could get out the door, you were on your feet again, grabbing his arm. He was unfamiliar with this kind of contact with you, and you felt like he might snarl at you like a wild animal. But he simply fixed you with his visor’s gaze.

“Thank you. For everything,” you said sincerely, offering a small smile. He grumbled something under his breath and left you standing by your new bed.

Alone again, and finally close to the peaceful oblivion of sleep, you began preparing for bed. First, you went to the fresher to relieve yourself and change your absorption pad before pulling a favorite pair of sleep shorts from your collection. Stripping down to your underwear, you shimmied them up over your hips and began rummaging for a tank top you knew was in there somewhere.

You’d just found the elusive garment and stood up to put it on when the door slid open. A yelp of surprise escaped your lips and you heard Mando say something unfamiliar in Mando’a before quickly shutting the panel back.

“I’m sorry,” he called through the comms unit on the other side of the door. “I brought you something.”

You tugged the shirt over your head and tried to slow your heart rate as you made your way to the wall panel, opening the door to let him in.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. You could tell from the tilt of his helmet that he was not looking at you. Not even as he handed you a water bottle, a painkiller, and some strange pillow-like thing. It was almost tacky on one side, and the other was metallic, and yet the whole thing was soft and flexible.

“It’s alright,” you set the items on your bed. “I’m sure there’s going to be an adjustment period for…this.”

He nodded, turning to survey the room. It made you giggle, to think that the big bad Mando couldn’t even look at you now. You’d imagined his face a million times, but now you imagined him blushing.

“I’ll leave you alone now,” he grunted, leaving you with your thoughts.

You took the painkiller and drank most of the water. The bed was surprisingly comfortable, and you could feel your eyelids drooping as soon as you slipped in. As you lay on your back, staring up at the rough metal seams and fastenings above you, you wondered what the hell this thing was that Mando had brought you.

Then you remembered. The second bounty he took after hiring you. The locator was taking him towards Hoth and he’d picked up some extra supplies to deal with the extreme climate, including a personal warmer.

You lifted your shirt at the bottom and pushed your shorts down slightly so you could lay the tacky side of the warmer against your skin. It was only a moment later that you found the controls, and you sighed in relief as warmth spread through your lower abdomen.

You hated to move once you finally got comfortable, but you still needed to turn the lights off, so you hauled yourself over to the panel and hit the button before fumbling your way back in the dark. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep. It was so fast that you forgot to draw the privacy screen.

When Din finally returned to his quarters, now your quarters too, he reminded himself, he was careful to listen for movement. He certainly didn’t want a repeat of the evening’s earlier incident.

He’d never been so kriffing embarrassed in his life. Except for maybe later when he caught himself thinking about your tits as he ate his dinner. They were just so perfect and soft-looking. He’d only seen them for half a second, but he knew they’d haunt his dreams for years.

He felt dirty for thinking of you that way. You were his employee, his coworker,  his friend. But Din liked caring for you. He wanted to do so much more than he did, than he could, but he knew you wouldn’t allow it. It would be inappropriate for a superior to look after his subordinate like that. 

Sometimes he wondered if you harbored anything for him other than friendly cooperation. Like the time he’d come back from his hunt on Hoth half frost-bitten and you’d insisted on staying awake with him until his vitals returned to normal. Or the one time you made him dinner, a secret family recipe you’d called it, and sat blindfolded across from him as he ate, just so you could share a meal with him.

But then he reminds himself that you don’t even know his name. And he doesn’t know much about you other than your name.

So Din resigns himself to maintaining a professional relationship with you as he opens the door to the living quarters. All that’s thrown out the window the minute he sees your sleeping face tucked softly into your pillow, legs curled up in front of you. Soft breaths leave your mouth and he can see the lights of the warmer from under the blanket.

As the door shut behind him, plunging him into darkness, he removed his helmet. He’d been living aboard for so long, that it was easy to find his way to your side even in the pitch black.

He leaned in, placing a kiss to your temple. “Good night, mesh’la,” he murmurs into your skin.

[blue-sadie]

Dancing In The Rain

Imagine:

Din finding you stranded on a desolate planet and bringing you with him, arriving at a new planet and to discover that it's raining and you decided to dance in the rain since you forgot what it feels like.

"I know she might be crazy grogu but I think I can get used to her being around"

[hotpinkboots]

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~"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭..."~

(𝕯𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖏𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

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HAPPY STAR WARS MONTH, DARLINGS!! As soon as I made that poll, the option for Din getting a massage blew up LOL. I wrote this one first because it was in demand. I'll be writing all of the options, but I'll be releasing them based on the poll results (most voted first, least voted last) It's a little bit choppy and weird because I just got back from Disneyland a couple days ago so I'm getting back into the swing of things 🤪

Summary: You, Din and Grogu finally have a little house :D To help Din settle in and relax, you offer him a well-deserved massage. Might get a bit suggestive at one point but it's only fluff, nothing more.

~Enjoy~

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𝕯𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖏𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓

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"...Ow."

"Are you okay, Metal-Head?"

Din looked back at you with a scoff at the nickname you had given him, before deciding he found it a bit funny. He gave a shake of his head and a low chuckle.

"I'm fine," said he, who in fact, was not fine. His back and shoulders were killing him. All the Mandalorian wished to do was enjoy his new solos home, his adopted son, and his sweet girl, you.

But this deep ache in his bones stopped him from doing so. Maybe he hurt himself while fighting, maybe he was just finally so exhausted that all of the rough adventures and stress of it all got to his body. He recalled when Bo had called him "old man", and Din grumbled about it. He certainly wasn't old, but at this point, he felt like he was. His body was just constantly sore.

So like the nights before, he sat in bed, trying to stretch and rub out the knots in his back and neck to soothe the ache. It simply wasn't the same as having somebody else do it for him.

You leaned against the doorframe with your arms crossed, sighing deeply as you saw him grunting in pain as he took more painkillers. You noticed the spots he was trying to massage that he couldn't reach well.

"Let me help you," You offered kindly, uncrossing your arms and stepping forward.

"No," He rejected, "I'm fine."

That stupid excuse of him being "fine" was so overused. As if he thought you couldn't see right through him. "Mando. Din. Lay down, let me see." You said firmly, in return earning a sigh from Din.

"Okay." He agreed reluctantly, and to your amusement, he decided to lay on his back.

"On your stomach, himbo," You added with a laugh.

Din paused. Of course he should lay on his stomach if you were to massage him. How did he miss that? Maybe he was just too exhausted. "Oh." He muttered, shifting now to lay on his stomach.

As soon as you walked over and put your hands on his back, he swallowed nervously, his lashes fluttering shut as he tried calming his anxiety. He wasn't even sure why he had anxiety in the first place- he trusted you, he loved you...He was just nervous to be like this in front of you. Yes, that was it. This made him feel vulnerable, laying on his stomach with your hands working his back and shoulders made him feel helpless at first.

It faded as soon as you hit the spot that needed massaged. A low grunt escaped him, followed by a shaky exhale that eventually turned into a rough moan.

"...That's the spot..." Din huffed, adjusting so the forehead of his helmet was against the bed, one arm at his side and the other grabbing the sheets with a strained grunt.

He was very responsive.

Those series of noises he made sent a shudder down your spine, and made heat fire up in your stomach. This egged you on further.

"Does that feel good?" You asked casually, using your knuckles to apply just a bit more pressure to the knot in his shoulder. Your other hand squeezed at his other shoulder, earning yet another sigh of relief from the Mandalorian. He didn't need to speak to tell you it felt good.

Eventually, you found your finger tips at the spot where his helmet began on his neck. He tensed up noticeably, and you knew very well that you needed to stop there and not touch anywhere near under the helmet. That was forbidden to see and feel.

You worked up the courage to ask "Is this okay, or should I not go there?", your fingers lingering.

Din thought for a moment. That question made him unsure. He had already taken his helmet off before to save the kid, and had to go on some crazy journey to be redeemed. He didn't want to risk it happening again, but...it's not like you'd be touching his face or seeing him....right? He was a mess of questions, now, and unable to answer yours because of it. Mando had to force himself to speak.

"...Just...be careful."

Whatever the heck that meant.

You got the point, though, only touch what needed to be touched, don't be nosy and snoop around. Your heart picked up speed a bit as you slid your fingers under the helmet to work at his neck, another deep sigh escaping him when he felt your delicate finger tips massaging into his stiff neck.

You smiled, feeling giddy and nervous when you could feel a bit of his hair. You'd give anything to run your hands through it...but you stopped yourself from going further, having to force your imagination and curiosity to not get the best of you.

Din had not felt this relaxed in a very long time. While he did have a bit of trouble relaxing his muscles, he was learning to do so now, with the help of your soothing, warm hands on his flesh, although the feeling of his under armor rubbing against him as you touched him was uncomfortable and rough. He was too embarrassed to take off his shirt, thinking it would be inappropriate, or would make you uncomfortable. He swallowed and cleared his throat. "Can...May I take off..."

Din's head turned to the side, sighing in annoyance at his inability to ask that question to you- although, you seemed to get the point. After warning him with a gentle tug to his shirt, he sighed in relief that he wouldn't have to ask, and muttered a quiet "yes".

The very moment your hands came into contact with his bare skin, he shuddered. When was the last time he felt skin on skin like this? He wondered to himself. The answer he came up with was "never".

You soothed his aching back with your thumbs, occasionally asking little questions, "does that feel good?", "is this okay?", "does that hurt?", to make sure he was in ultimate comfort.

Din never wanted this to end. You were so perfect. Always ensuring his comfort, communicating well, using the right amount of pressure.

How in the galaxy did he get so lucky with you??

He'd never know the answer to that question. All that mattered now was your soft touch on his skin. Din wouldn't trade this moment for the entire galaxy.

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YUH OKAY That's the first of the oneshots for Star Wars month! The next one is the prompt with Obi-Wan (putting your cold hands on him) 😍

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anniversary

pairing ✰ platonic or romantic ✰ the mandalorian x gn!reader / grogu x gn!reader

summary ✰ today marks the one year anniversary since the reader joined mando and grogu on their adventures, and they wanted to do something nice for them

a/n ✰ reader has seen mando's face before, when they tended to some of his wounds

[name] had woken up and immediately checked the date on the calendar hanging on the wall of their pod on the razor crest.

checking the time, they smiled to themself and began to gather bags which they had picked up on the trio's last stop at a shop on bespin from under their bunk. 'perfect timing,' they had thought to themself. they quietly gotten ready and began to creep twards the kitchen area on the ship.

unpacking the bag, [name] placed different foods and snacks on the counter making sure to be quiet as they weren't trying to wake anyone. they turned the flame on to warm some bone broth for mando and grogu, and stirred in some additives for a richer flavor.

[name] noticed the broth bubbling and turned the flame to low. they brought out two bowls and plates for underneath. both plates were placed in respective spots for [name's] crew mates.

on grogu's plate they set down blue snacks and frogs for him, and for mando they had put some fruits on his plate, and blue milk next to his food. [name] placed their plate and milk down, along with a snack cake that was placed between grogu and mando's spots, a small candle adorning it.

they checked their watch and noticed that it was around the time where mando would come out of his pod and prepare breakfast for the crew. they sat with a smile and awaited him.

mando walked in rubbing the tiredness from his eyes, but stopped in his tracks when he saw what [name] had done. a sleepy smile adorned his face as he walked over to the table, looking at everything that [name] prepared for him and grogu.

"happy one year anniversary! today a year ago was when i asked to join you and grogu on your awesome journey and you agreed!!" [name] had gotten up to hug mando and he smiled and returned the action. "thanks, kid. this means a lot. i'm gonna go get grogu and i'll be right back," mando said as he walked to grogu's pod.

[name] smiled as they saw mando come back in, grogu in his arms. grogu babbled as he saw what was on the table waiting for him. mando sat him down and he immediately went for the frogs on his plate. mando sighed as he sat down and began to drink his bone broth. a smile slowly crept onto his face, tasting the different flavors that were mixed into the broth.

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"thank you, again [name]. this was the best meal i've had in.. a while. it really does mean a lot to me. so here," mando said as he went to retrieve a bag from his pod. [name] looked at him with a trace of shock on their face as he handed them the bag. "what? did you think i'd forget? that day is one of my favorite memories." the two of them smiled and [name] took the gift from their friend's hands.

opening it up, they discovered a new jacket of their favorite color. [name's] face lit up and their confused look turned into a wide smile. "when did you- how did you know-" mando cut them off to answer their questions. "i got it a few stops back and i know how you love that color. also, the style was like one you had. but it got a little ruined during that one hunt we went on a while ago. so i thought it was perfect."

[name] smiled again and stood up to try it on. "what do you think?" they asked him, giving a little spin to show off the full jacket. mando smiled up at them. "i think it looks great, kid."

[merakimaiden]

Let it out cyare, I’m listening.

Pairing : Din Djarin x fem!reader

Genre : Angst (fluffy at the end)

Word Count : 863

Summary : Din is worried about you.

Warnings : Worried Din, crying, soft Din, no idea how it got fluffy in the end, definitely not self indulgent

Mando’a Translations : Cyare (beloved), cyar’ika (sweetheart)

A/N : I suck at fic titles and the ending is kinda off I just needed to vent okay

(gif from pinterest)

You’ve been distant these past few weeks, Din noticed.

You avoided eye contact and you only speak when spoken to. He always catches you with an unhappy face, but whenever you notice him in the corner of your eye, you just give him a fake smile or pretend to be busy. You hardly eat nor sleep. Din is worried.

He misses your smile. Your real smile.

Din remembers when you used to dance silly dances with Grogu, when you tossed him into the air and caught him only to repeat it again, both of your joyful giggles always brought a smile to his face even when he had a particularly bad day.

Now, you and Grogu only play games that don’t require a lot of movement, you no longer dance nor giggle joyfully.

The child is worried too, cooing sadly at you as if asking you what’s wrong, but you just answer with a sad smile. As always.

Din realised he had to do something about it.

The Razor Crest was currently in hyperspace. You were sitting in the passenger seat of the cockpit, reading a holonovel on your datapad while he’s on the pilot seat. The child was sleeping peacefully in the makeshift hammock placed in Din’s bunk. Now’s the perfect time to ask you what's wrong.

Din sighed and turned his seat to face you. Your eyes moved to glance at him quickly, but returned to your datapad immediately.

“Cyar’ika?” Din whispered softly. You finally look up from your datapad.

“Mhm?”

“Come here….. please?” Din beckoned you closer.

You switched off your datapad and stood, dropping the device onto your seat before making your way towards the Mandalorian.

“Yes Din? Anything you need?” you asked softly.

“C’mere,” Din patted his lap, and you complied.

You tried to sit with your own weight lifted and not sit on his lap fully, but he noticed and brought your legs to rest on the top of his thighs.

He rubbed circles onto your calf. You looped your arms around his neck then let out a sigh.

Finally, Din asks you the question you’ve been dreading.

“What’s bothering you, sweet girl?” He asked as he rested his helmet on your forehead.

You inhaled and looked down at the metal floor of the ship. As Din waited patiently for an answer, his hands moved upwards to caress your hip.

“It’s…” you began. Din stayed silent so you took it as a cue to continue.

“Everything’s shit,” you sighed, giving up trying to find words to describe your dilemma. You buried your face into his cowl.

“I’m so tired of pretending that everything’s fine,” you added quietly as you held in tears that threatened to spill. “I hate myself, I hate everything,”

“Let it out cyare, I'm listening,” His hand made its way towards your back, his warm palm resting underneath your shirt.

“I-i feel so burnt out, I don’t even like to do things I love anymore. I’m not good at a-anything,” you were sobbing now, but Din is listening intently.

“And look at me,” you choked on a sob. “I’m so fucking ugly and gross, I know you tell me that i’m beautiful to spare my feelings, I know it’s all a lie, and my anger issues are getting worse. I hate being angry all the time, I hate hitting myself when i’m stressed, I hate people judging me and talking shit about me when they don’t even know why i’m like this-”

Din fingers held your chin, gently coaxing you to look at him. Your eyes were red from crying, dark circles visible from not enough rest and a frown on your face. Din wishes he could do more to take all your worries away.

He wiped your tears with his thumb and he cupped your face. You closed your eyes and savoured the feeling of his palm warm your cheeks as his other hand held you close.

“Cyar’ika.. it pains me to see you suffer like this, I’m so sorry I can’t do much except comfort you” he wiped his thumb on your eyebrow. “But know that you’re perfect just the way you are and I couldn’t imagine you any other way.”

You sniffled as you held his hand that was on your hip, toying with his fingers.

He studied your face for a while, and he decided to confess.

“I love you, you know” he whispered softly. “I love you so much, there’s not a day that passes where I don’t worry about you”

You stared at his emotionless helmet, although you felt like he had a sad face on.

You gave him a weak smile. “I love you too, Din Djarin. I always have, always will,” You kissed the side of his neck where his cowl didn’t cover, and Din felt his face warm.

“Thank you for being there for me, my warm and cuddly Mandalorian,” you whispered. Din felt bad that he didn't know how to help you, but you didn’t mind.

“As long as I’m here, no one will hurt you. Not even yourself,” he promised as he held you tighter to his chest and you closed your eyes.

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[bitchin-and-bustin]

Mando Requests

Season 3 of The Mandalorian has got me back in the Din Djarin mood so pls send in some spicy Din requests to help me 💀

(Also yes ik I have a couple requests backed up I'm working on it😭)

[az-cain]

fields of blue

din djarin x reader

im originally from near dallas tx so i love love love bluebonnets,,, um so here’s some self-indulgent modern au din/reader.

i couldn’t find a name for grogu that sounded.. good? so i just didnt. it was like gregory or greyson or groot and NONE of those were even remotely acceptable.

gorgeous indigo flowers blanketed the patch of land that you watched your husband and infant son hop the small wall onto. you took a picture of the two of them, tucking your phone into the pocket of your dress while you kept your eyes on your boys. he reached out his free hand to beckon you and pull you up, which you took and clambered over the wall using.

the three of you wandered for a bit before settling pretty far back in the field. din’s brown eyes were bursting with joy as he sat down in the flowers, staring at the boy in his arms. his sparse blonde hair stuck up in all directions, dark eyes filled with wonder at the colors surrounding him. you snapped another photo, wishing you could stay in this little flower-patch forever.

you’d been coming here with your parents for years to take spring photos, and it struck you that it was finally your turn. your siblings had theirs, and now you had an amazing husband and the son you’d adopted together, and the three of you were dressed in your nicest spring clothes for the occasion. your first spring together, as a family of three.

you admired din’s beautiful profile as he watched the butterflies flit through the small field, wriggling your phone out of your pocket to take a picture. you wanted to remember this for the rest of your lives— together. he turned his head after you’d gotten it, a broad smile cracking his face and replacing the content one that had settled there.

“sit,” he crooned, murmuring your name. you obeyed him, nestling up against him and resting against his hard front. he moved your son so he was settled against your chest, but din’s arm was still supporting him, and put his chin on your shoulder. you felt his patchy facial hair tickle you softly, and giggled. the blonde-haired baby against your chest giggled with you, cooing as he reached a hand for your hair. you tilted forward, letting it fall within his reach, and watched as he put it in his mouth.

din let out a disgruntled noise from behind you. “should we be letting him do that?” his chest rumbled against your back.

you laughed quietly and replaced your hair with your finger. “better, dad?” you turned your head to his and he laid a smiling kiss against your lips.

“yes, my beautiful wife.” he kissed you again, and you felt his arm raise off of your body. you opened your eyes to see him lowering his phone after taking a picture of the two of you. you squealed loudly and turned, holding your son carefully as you somewhat tackled din into the flowers, laying kisses all over his face and neck.

“you piece of shit, no warning!”

he laughed full and bright into the hot texas air, insisting that it was revenge for the picture of his profile. you tickled his side with the hand that wasn’t concerned with your baby, feeling him tense against you with joy and mirth. he cried out “mercy, my kind lady, please!” and you moved your hand to his chest, just resting it there, laughing just as hard as him.

he huffed a few more quiet chuckles under his breath, looking down at you admiringly. your baby’s eyes were flicking between the two of you wonderingly, and din scratched lightly at his head before turning the three of you to your sides.

as you regained control of your breathing and settled in like spoons in a drawer on the soft earth, you smiled down at the miracle in your arms and tilted your head to peek at the dark-eyed beauty who put the pretty ring on your finger. he was staring right back at you, that same smile of satisfaction and content mirrored on his face, and somehow you knew. you knew that this was where you were meant to be.

no matter how long you’d waited, it was finally your turn.

[imaginedisish]

Home (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)

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

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

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

Word Count: 3,661

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All at once. CLICK. BANG.

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

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

And so you do.

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

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

“Cyare?”

And Din saw the whole thing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But I-,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But this is happening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Din,” You whimper. “I-I’m so close.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you’ll say it countless times after.

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

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

Home.

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

And so, goodnight

[roguetonorth]

Through the dark

Requested by: @jbbuckybbarnes - #1. "Stay." & #10. "Is that a drawing of me?"

pairing: din djarin x reader

warnings: tons of fluff, the helmet comes off, kissing, and all the soft stuff we love so much <3

summary: You hadn't seen din, but when his features become familiar to your touch, your imagination wonders what laid under the helmet; though the last thing you expected was him to find that out.

word count: 3.486k

a/n: i have no idea what this is but there's so much fluff it barely makes sense

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First, he gave you his name. 

Then, the first time he kissed you, it was through beskar. 

But the first time you saw him, it was in the dark. 

And you saw him with your touch, with your heart. 

Your palm met his skin, soft, warm and welcoming skin. Little curls swallowed your fingertips at the nape of his neck. And you felt Din's pulse run as wild as your own under your touch. 

Soft pants of breath tickle where they meet your wrist, setting your chest aflame and seeding a wave of haze through your veins. Peaceful silence dangled between you and Din as he let you map out his features at your own pace, his eyes ever locked with yours despite the lack of light. You held back for a few moments, scared of somehow pushing him, yet too afraid of missing the moment you found yourself in. 

Before you realized gravity pulled your thumb to brush against the length of his jaw, strong and curvy angled, the stubble your digit ran over made you smile. You stroke his neck, struggling against patience, wanting to know more of what you thought you’d never have. Your mandalorian stripped bare of his beskar for you, the protection of the dark as the only dome for his creed. He had trusted you wholeheartedly and you wanted to show him he could keep on doing so. 

Feeling your hesitancy, Din chuckled softly, the sound rumbled deep in chest as he brought your hand to cup his cheek. He shivered when your fingers found the spot below his eye. Your warmth was overwhelming in contrast with the cold heavy feeling of the beskar— the only welcome touch he’d had in ever too long. Even as you repressed your touch, meeting his skin ever so lightly, it was as if you had the entire galaxy right there. 

Din leaned further into your touch, until you felt short lashes as you brushed carefully over his eye. Little wrinkles framed the corner of them and they were a little bit hooded, you realized as he blinked beneath the pad of your finger. His brows lost its concerned furrow as your thumb traced them. He did frown a lot as you had thought, the evidence of it remaining there even as he leaned further into your touch, amused even. Though not even forever would be enough for you to absorb all of this, you moved on to his nose, tracing its delicate yet firm curve. Bridge to tip carved in your brain as you pictured it to be the most remarkable feature of his. Then your fingertip found its way to his lips. Dry and plush, the bow of it spaced and curvy. They met your thumb in a tiny motion, your mouth fell agape both from the kiss he pressed upon your thumb and  because of the scruff that adorned his upper lip. And you bit the stupidest smile ever to yourself. 

Though it was hard to make out something in the dark, you felt like his cheeks had grown red.  

Time carried on leisurely— it could have been an age and it could’ve been a second. Right there, as din pulled you closer, leaning to rest his back on the wall of your now shared cot,  you were sure you were the closest to heaven you’d ever be. You accepted his arms on your back, finding a way to be as close to him as possible without making yourself embarrassed. You sat next to his form, still facing him, the awe you found yourself in so strong your brain was still short-circuiting. Din, though, was still silent, lost in the moment just as you were. It was only when you lifted another hand to his face that you noticed he’d been holding it, causing you to chase your breath once again. You ignored the heat creeping to your cheeks upon the realization of his gaze burning through you to lift your intertwined hands to hover over his face. As your skin meets his for the second time, it feels natural. 

You take his face in your hands to bring him back to reality. And you were so close to him. Strands of fluffy hair fell over his forehead as you leaned in the furthest you dared, leaving a reverent kiss between his brows, "You, Din," you whispered to him, brushing the unruly curls back into place, "You’re my star." 

"Yours?" he whispered back, tenderness sparking through his tone as he let out a breathless little chuckle. 

"Umhm," you hummed positively as you nuzzled into his neck, hand cradling his hair. 

And this time it was Din's turn to smile to himself.

The next morning you felt fluttery as a summer breeze. The flashbacks of him wrapped in secrecy within your being even as sleep left your system. As you shifted from your spot in the cot, It took you some minutes to realize if that had really happened or if it had been a fever dream— until you felt comforting warmth in the sheets that could only be Din's. 

Then, you saw him in the hull, sitting on a crate, addressing his vambraces to his wrists, and when his helmet tilted up to look at you, you felt like something had shifted between the both of you. 

You had always cared for him, and him for you. You saw the way he was kind, brave and everything else. He was something you wished but thought could never have. You felt like he shared such thoughts. Though you wouldn't care to admit, the greatest of your fears in this moment was that Din regretted letting you get so close, letting you know him.

You approached him silently, and he didn't say anything either. His mind was running a thousand miles on everything you could have thought of him amidst the dark. Was he like you expected? Well you hadn't exactly seen him. But it actually did feel like you did. Din hadn’t received such affection ever since he was a child. And he was sure it didn’t make a difference for him— But then he met you. Maker, he’d started craving it. 

Since the beginning he knew you were different. It started off with some mutual liking, but then he started feeling shy. Every smile, every brush of hands and every glance you’d give him was enough to have his chest warming. Right now, as you offered him a small smile and placed a hand on his shoulder, you had him feeling a whole new way. 

The hardest thing he’d been through was to fight sleep with his arms around you. But if he was to be honest, he hadn’t gotten any rest at all. Din of all things was also an overthinker, and every possible reaction you could’ve had upon actually seeing him —which you hadn’t— trundled to his mind.   

And he thought about you seeing the real him more often than he thought he should. 

Of course you had been curious naturally, but you never had asked him about the helmet. You had never wondered too much about what he looked like underneath it, above all because you respected him. So It didn't feel right. And now that you had that precious bit of him, though you wished to have more, you couldn’t be happier. 

You didn’t think seeing or touching him would change something between the both of you as you loved him in any and every way. But now, after he had given you more of him than you thought he would, Din felt a little bit more real. A little bit more yours. 

Rising up from the crate to grab his stuff, he stopped in front of you. And you held a sweet smile on your face as you took a grab of his arms to bring him closer. Din mirrored your actions, bracing himself with a hand on your side. The pace of his heart was almost settling when you pulled him for a hug, which he embraced eagerly. 

You felt him unconsciously leaning into your touch.

“Everything’s alright?” you ask, pulling away just enough to stare at him, trying to somehow catch a glimpse of the softness hidden by the dark visor. 

He draws in a breath as if he was going to say something, but decides just to nod at you instead before moving his arms to pull you closer again. “I have to go,” he says almost inaudibly, more of a reminder to himself than to you. 

“I know. I'll miss you.” 

“I’ll miss you, cyare.” You feel him give you a kiss in your temple, with warm lips you could only long to have against your own. The motion is soft and tender; it almost feels like you're melting onto him. “a lot.” 

You searched his eyes again and you could feel din staring at you the same way you did. You didn't know where you gained the courage from, but before you knew you placed a peck to his helmet, where you thought his mouth would be.

"Come back.” 

The next thing you heard crept to your mind hours after he left the ship; his shaked, timid voice, the beskar barrier failing to hide the shift in his tone as he gave you a tiny nod in his flustered manner. "always." 

— 

The following nights were somewhat difficult. 

It had been one night. One night embraced and drowned in your mandalorian's scent and warmth and not having him for the next one was maddening. And you found yourself longing for the darkness of his bunk each day more. That night, submerged in the dark you didn't have the stoic, intimidating mandalorian who threw bounties in carbonite you’d heard of in the streets of Nevarro. You had din— a gentle, tender lover whose presence had become your anchor in such a stormy galaxy way before than you overstepped the line of being friends. 

And in the dark, with din, not even the light of all of the stars could light up your heart brighter than he did. You had dreamt of that moment before it happened, and you kept dreaming of it after it did. Even in your sleep, you couldn't get enough of tracing every feature of him. And you felt pretty much like drawing a map of territory you had claimed your own. 

He'd been gone on his journey for days now, and besides the child’s coos, when the silence within the crest had grown loud as ever, that thought came back to your mind.

You were familiar to his skin. you knew every line of his under the pads of your fingers, you missed him like your loving memories had just been a dream, and you had just woken up. 

It was a little odd to try to picture him like that, though it was more like translating. You already knew him, and the idea materialized to action when he was gone, and your only distraction was to relive the memories you'd kept sacred locked within your very soul. Though you didn't know exactly how he looked like,  you were sure din was the sweetest creature you’d ever lay your eyes on. If you ever did. 

It started naturally. You had your sketchbook in your hands, and you were human. Although it took a bit of work, you put all of those memories into that page, every line of his you could remember translated into lines of coal. 

Of course you knew the treacherous situation you were getting yourself into. Wondering about what din looked like under the helmet, and further than that, leaving evidence of it in your sketchbook. You didn’t think it would put up much of a problem anyway. 

Replaying your favorite moment with him made you dizzy. Those moments he'd let himself be soft with you. But especially the night his helmet was nowhere near—It kept you trapped under a spell, one so good that worked even when all you got of him were mere daydreams.  You didn't even hear the ship's ramp lowering as your mind focused solely on two tasks. 

- 

At first, din was confused when he stepped up the ramp and found you nowhere in sight as he scanned the hull. You must’ve been up to something, he concluded, stripping out of his weaponry while he stared at the ladder, waiting for any kind of movement. 

If he was to be honest, he was a little bit disappointed you weren’t the first thing he saw as he entered the ship. 

It had been a long hunt. He might have some wounds to be patched, though he hadn’t stopped to pay mind to them just yet. Din waited a little longer, pacing in the hull trying to decide whether he should go after you or not. Then, with a long suffering sigh he decided to go look for you in your quarters. You were definitely up to something, he thought to himself.

-

You jumped when you heard little pats against metal. 

With your heart pulsing in your ears, realizing the noise was din coming up the ladder, you teared the page you were working on from your sketchbook the quickest you could, putting it in the nearest book you found struggled to get all your material hidden beneath your pillow before you closed your book over the drawing, rising from the bed to find shelter for it. 

The second the doors slid open and the sight of him blessed your eyes, your hand loosened and the book fell onto your feet with a thud. 

You quickly bent down to grab it as you felt the heat rising to your cheeks, turning around to put the book in place. You just forgot to mind the edge teared piece of paper floating to din’s feet the moment you did so. 

You only noticed the tragically comic scene after you stared back at him, following the direction of his visor with wide eyes. his glare fixed in the ground. The drawing next to his feet. 

Din was frozen like an statue. he- was it? there was no way- right? You couldn't- you wouldn't- 

"Is that a drawing of me?" Din blurted out before he even realized. 

First things first, he wasn’t supposed to see that drawing. Second, if he did, he wasn’t going to question it. And last, both were happening. You stammered, opening your mouth to answer but nothing came out. 

You gazed at the t of his visor for what felt like an eternity awkwardly as ever, thinking of some excuse for that. But the truth was that you hadn’t any. Your mind went blank. You weren’t prepared for this. All you knew was that you had no idea how you got into this situation and how to get out of it. 

It was only then that his words hit you. And you stuttered a gasp, “d-does it look like you?” 

He remained silent, staring at the drawing. It did. You had always seen him. Though he also knew you’d understand if he decided not to deny or confirm it. 

But you were wrecking him. Standing there with your face contorted in a look somewhere between regret and anxiety, he embraced the thought he had been fighting for longer than he thought it was right to— the thought he had every time he looked into your eyes. 

This was nothing like din had planned it to be. And had he planned it. He still had two more fobs. He'd do it after the third, longest and hardest hunt. He would come back to you on the ship and he’d give you all of him. This, because he wanted it so badly, but courage would fail him every time he’d think about it. 

You wrecked him, you ruined his plans and still, the feeling that grew in his chest was the best he ever had. All din wanted right now was to let you see for yourself his reaction, which you seemed scared of; but all the feelings he kept from you as he sustained the silence were obvious in the foolish smile din held beneath his beskar. 

A shaken sigh fell from your lips as you casted your gaze everywhere but to the mandalorian. Despite you being used to reading him even through the dark, that silence was doing no good to you. You were already bracing yourself for the thick tension that would follow you for months, or maybe even the worst; the end. And it would be your fault. 

As your cheeks burned torrid as well as the nervous tears you held back, a different kind of heat crept to your skin when you found his visor turned in your direction. 

Din’s hand was hesitantly holding the lip of his helm as he was going to lift it off. “Din, no—,” You trailed off, panic suddenly fogging your brain, “I'll—.” Following your instincts you didn’t let yourself finish the thought as you sought to leave your bunk. That was when he stepped in your way, blocking the door with his broad frame. 

“Stay.” 

You oblige, freezing in front of him, your heart pounding in your throat before you found the courage to force your words through it. “I don’t— you don’t… have to do this, I wasn’t—, listen, I know I shouldn’t have-” 

“Do you not want to look?” Din cut your lisped words softly. 

“No! I mean, kriff, din. I do. it’s just… you shouldn’t. It feels like I'm pushing you and that’s not how this is supposed to happen. I'm thankful for every bit of you I got to have. You don’t have to do this until you truly want it.” 

Though his voice comes out small, there’s just pure honesty in it. “I’ve wanted it for a long time, now.” 

Din watches your gaze lit up, your mouth falling open in a breathless gasp before you stop to give yourself a moment to process what you’ve just heard. 

“Only if you're fully and completely sure, din." 

And was he. 

You could never not be mesmerized. As the edge of his helmet revealed him, bit by bit, the warmth within your chest grew to be overwhelming. You knew what din’s decision meant, how hard it was and everything he was waiving off for you. Little did you know, he never thought it would be so easy to let go of everything he held onto his entire life. Little less would he think that it would feel so right. 

Your gaze trails down to where the dim light of your bunk touches his scar-littered skin. His lips —which you had touched and longed to kiss ever since— framed by the amusing short stubble he kept, to the curve of his nose. 

It’s only then that your gaze meets his for the first time ever as he lifts off the helmet completely from his head. 

And Din’s eyes looked as kind as you knew his heart was. 

As their warm brown shade gleamed back at you lovingly behind its little fleck of light, —though you knew it from the start— you realized you were right. You’d always known his features suited the duality of who your mandalorian was; a contrast of soft and sharp. Din Djarin actually was the most enchanting, intensely beautiful thing you’d ever lay eyes on. And something, whatever it was, just as intense drew you closer to him in a way that you’d thought he could hear the moment all remaining air you had was drawn from you wholly. 

“Does it look like me?” Din quietly broke the silence, his voice, softer than it usually sounded through the modulator of his helmet, made your stomach swirl.

“No art could ever capture how beautiful you are, Din.”  You shook your head, smiling widely at the sight of the man you adored so much grinning back at you for the first time of many. “Both here,” you placed your palm on his beskar covered chest, where his heart galloped underneath it. “And here.” you added, settling your hand above his cheek.  

There was silence as the both of you savored that moment, your eyes never leaving din’s. He smiled wider, touching your foreheads together. “I could kiss you right now.” 

“Shouldn’t you have had, already?” 

“Yeah.” He nodded with a smile you could almost feel, a gloved hand settling upon your cheek. 

And then Din kissed you. Not in your dreams, not through beskar— he really kissed you. It was a little bit tentative, his lips shallow and lingering before sealing them slowly and fully just as passionately against yours. 

And just as everything about Din, the kiss felt as sweet and real as the love you shared, whether it was through the dark or burning bright as the stars. 

[doubleknottedapron]

I have the worst congestion headache rn but Din Djarin fluff cradles my soul

[daniskywalkersolo]

literally all 3 of Beyoncé’s latest works (her works not soundtracks) have been some of the best music out out like 😩😩😩 obsessed

[hotpinkboots]

Kissing Din

Its the first Wednesday without Mando and I am feeling ~✨unwell✨~ about it PLEASE SIR I MISS YOU SO MUCH ALREADY WAAAA

anyway kisses

AHHFJSHD Okay obviously idiot can't take his helmet off, so if you remember the thing I posted about kissing his neck, this is more of that 😍

He's a bit shy about his hands because they're rough from being in battle and stuff. So if you kiss his hands he's gonna be speechless and his heart is gonna go bump bump bump. they're so warm even though they're rough MAKE HIM MOISTURIZE. MASSAGE LOTION INTO HIS HANDS.

Prefers you to not kiss his helmet because he likes it to be shiny shiny shiny, but every now and then if you wanna give a silly little "mwah" to his helmet he'll chuckle about it. THOSE SOFT CHUCKLES Y'KNOW 🥺🥺🥺

I know I already covered hand kisses but WRIST KISSES OKAY. If you kiss his wrist his breath catches in his throat because that's such a sensitive spot.

Kissing up his arm makes him scoff at you but obviously he's enjoying it. He isn't the type to constantly want to be touched all the time, but God he loves soft kisses from you. He wishes he could kiss you in return but he CAN'T AAHH

Okay so hear me out this won't get too heated I promise but like

tummy kisses

you're both, like, in the moment okay, and while you're kissing down his body you reach his muscular but still soft belly and of course that's one of the spots he needs to protect with armor and leather and suits whatever, so when he feels your hot breath and your lips on his stomach, he's going to DIE on the spot. the groan you get out of him is something you somehow need to record and keep forever OKAY

BACK KISSESSSS. MASSAGE HIM. force him to lay down to you can massage his shoulders and back, and kiss his back every now and then, it surprises him and makes him either hum in response, chuckle, or shudder. then he tries hiding the fact he had a reaction but he'll reluctantly admit it eventually and he'll smile about it when you get excited over the fact you made him have such a reaction

your kisses keep him going they just shock him sometimes but in the best way possible.

keep kissing ur space cowboy boyfriend ok he needs it to survive

[l0caltiredgirl]

when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

[merakimaiden]

Coruscanti Nightclub

Pairing : Din Djarin x fem!dancer!reader

Genre: Fluff??

Word count : 917

Summary : You did your job as a dancer unenthusiastically until one day a Mandalorian walks into the nightclub in search of his bounty.

Warnings : Din and reader hate Coruscant, mutual pining, nasty drunk men, uh an abrupt ending

A/N : This was the oldest thot of Din that I’ve ever had. It has been sitting in my mind for weeks, MONTHS EVEN. I finally have the courage to actually write it out instead of daydreaming about it. This was actually based on this hindi song, I listened to it the entire time I was writing this and yeah the reader was dancing to this song <3 bolded italics are thoughts

(gif from pinterest)

Din never liked Coruscant. The extremely crowded streets, traffic, buildings everywhere and everybody is always rushing to go somewhere. He usually avoided taking bounties from Coruscant. He had no choice because he was low on credits.

He felt eyes staring at him- as usual. He walked through the dirty street, another side of Coruscant that was usually never spoken of. He glanced at a sketchy alley, watching a drunk man talk to a wall. He rolled his eyes and continued on his path.

He stopped right in front of a nightclub with colourful lights when he heard the beeping of the tracking fob in his hand quicken. He pocketed the tracking fob, and pulled out the bounty puck momentarily to have a look at the bounty. This time it was some Nikto who owed someone a lot of credits.

He scoffed and stepped into the nightclub, his shiny beskar armour immediately making contact and reflecting bright lights that were at every corner of the nightclub. The room was so overcrowded, people were wasted and dancing, extremely loud music was playing and there’s no way he’ll find the bounty quickly. Dank farrik. No wonder this was the only puck left.

As he scanned the crowd, so many people were cheering while heading towards the stage at the back of the nightclub. His eyes followed them and fell on you.

You were in a blue cropped blouse and a floor length skirt with a slit at the side that was studded with tiny, faux gems. Oh, and you were about to dance.

⭒

When you told your boss that you were interested in dancing, this wasn’t what you had in mind. Seeing those men acting so feral when a lady dances makes you feel sick. The only reason you still had this job was because you were desperate for credits. Living on Coruscant was not easy. You were saving up to get yourself out of this wretched planet. You did the same thing everyday, put a fake smile on, avoided eye contact, and just danced- imagining that you were the only person in the room.

But this time, as you were dancing on the stage, your eyes met a lone Mandalorian, standing at the corner of the room rather than those kriffing drunkards so close to the stage, clawing at you and your fellow dancers like you guys were some prizes to be won. He was just watching you.

Oh, you thought the Mandalorians were a myth.

Not drinking, not eating, not dancing- just observing you. His hand was on his belt, while the other was at his side loosely.

You swayed to the music, eyes never leaving his form. Even though you didn’t know what he looked like under the helmet, you were enticed by him. It’s the way he acts, you thought. You felt as if the both of you were the only ones in this rowdy nightclub.

Din released a breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding, and shook his head. The job, Din the job. He fished out the bounty puck from his back pocket and looked at the Nikto’s mugshot. He forced himself to stare at it a little while longer to clear his head.

You, on the other hand, witnessed his actions. Well, if there’s one thing great about being on the stage is that you can observe everything that’s taking place below you. He was a bounty hunter, you noticed. Your eyes fell on the mugshot that was rotating slowly. Wait, you’ve seen this guy, you could have sworn he was somewhere around here- ah, there he is, downing a bottle of Spotchka hastily.

You watched as the Mandalorian stored his bounty puck and met your eyes again. This time, you tilted your head upwards slightly while you continued dancing to the music as if getting his attention. Then, you tilted your head to a sharp right, your eyes were pointing towards that direction too.

You saw his helmet turn to the right slightly, and he finally moved closer towards the stage, pushing himself through the drunk and sweaty people, and he saw his bounty.

He was about to capture the bounty right there and then when suddenly he had the urge to look at you up close. Oh wow. Din hadn’t realise how pretty you looked. Your lips looked so soft as you lip-synced to the lyrics of the song, your hair was bouncing with every move and how in the universe were you moving your body so gracefully?

Your eyes were locked onto his black T-visor, surprisingly finding a little bit of comfort looking at his emotionless face. You felt a shift at your dancing, it started getting more purposeful as if you were dancing for him.

As you spinned and moved your hips, you saw him quickly cuff the bounty expertly, leaving no room for the wanted man to protest and you felt something ignite inside you.

Your moment was cut short when it registered in your mind that now that he’s got the bounty, he’ll be leaving. You whirled around and locked your eyes onto him. He nodded in gratitude. You flashed him a smile and watched his form dragging the Nikto that was attempting to squirm out of his grasp beside him walk away. He stopped in his tracks right at the exit to turn to look at you one last time before he left the nightclub.

You wished you got to know the lonely Mandalorian better.

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