#dindjarin

[salome-c]

The Mandalorian Incorrect quotes.

[izachin]

Here’s a little Mando Comicstrip I sketched while watching The Shining. 😂 I’m not ready to let them go on Wednesday 😞 They’re all that matters in this Show 💕　#themandalorian #dindjarin #din #grogu #thechild #babyyoda #starwars #pedropascal #mandalorian #mando #fanart #artist #art #procreate

[neick-hitlz]

This is the way

01/25/24

[xsemmelx]

THIS SCENE AHHHHHH

How she looked at him again >>>

And I really want to see how din was looking at her ahhhh

[josephquinnswhore]

Walls Come Tumbling Down Series (Complete)

Pairing: Din Djarin x female reader.

Chapter 1 - you and the mandalorian are on a mission and things go south.

Chapter 2 - boba fett & fennec join your allies in an attempt to get coordinates to Moff Gideon’s ship after the child was stolen.

Chapter 3 - you’re injured trying to rescue the child.

Chapter 4 - din makes a confession.

[jbcrochetwizard]

My Din Djarin crochet doll! 😍🥰🥰

More photos can be found on my Ravelry project page.

[primusdemoniccreatrix]

Dreams of Milk and Honey (The Mandalorian X Earthling Reader)

I was inspired by a need to mother Grogu. I love him, my green son. Yes, I made things up, Marie Kondo style. Sue me. gif by @jedialways

Love, One At A Time

"Okay, there we go" You set up your phone just across from you, propped up precariously from across you on the counter, the device perched upon a strange contraption of wires and some questionable scrap metal that looked like it should be on the outside of the great antique ship the Razor Crest instead of inside but who was going to notice?

Well, someone, but not you. Out of sight, out of mind.

You open up the app, letting the timer start.

"Grogu, we're taping! Come on! Let's start!"

A small wrinkled green child with ears twice the size of its head and a nose as small and cute as a flower bell smiled widely at you, excited for what you had planned today.

"Good morning, and Welcome to the 'Craver Crest' where we make and bake what you're craving!" you spoke into the camera, smiling at your reflection as you speak. You turned and waved Grogu over, speaking once more to a disembodied audience as you kept your eyes on the little baby padding his way over to you, arms outstretched and ready for the world. You cradled him into your arms and had him face the camera with you to 'say hi to your fans!'

"Today and every day, all day, we welcome our sous-chef and taste-tester, Grogu! So today, we'll let Grogu decide what we get to make!" You presented two unused wires, one blue and one red, as choice makers. "So, Grogu, we can make either those cookies you like or we can make a snack sandwich today! Which would you like to pick? Blue for cookies, red for sandwich!" you chirped for him. Under your breath, you hummed the Jeopardy theme song as you smiled at Grogu, his big brown eyes full of innocence and sunlight that had seen too much pain already, living every day to the fullest, eagerly choosing the blue wire like you guessed he would. He did have a sweet tooth after Nevarro, after all.

"Well, looks like we're making cookies!" You grab a bowl and bring it to the camera, filling it with the egg whites and the cream you'd gotten at the behest of a few villagers you'd met several days ago. The places you'd travelled to had often yielded both unimaginable (to you) adventures and was often rewarded with homely little goods or money, but they were often a combination that greatly helped you pick out what you wanted. The last planet you'd been on, a pretty planet named Naboo, had offered you some goods that were easy to keep in the foodstore inside the Crest. The eggs belonged to some animals whose name you couldn't remember, but all that mattered was that the ingredients given to you by some thankful shop-owners you'd inadvertently helped by getting rid of the bounty had thanked you with some confectionary recipes for on-the-go dessert as a thank you, and also gave you at least 3 weeks of ingredients' worth for it! Mando sighed as he accepted, and you were determined to use them; it'd clear the shelves for the 'more important foodstuffs' he'd claim, like the practical grump he was.

"So, we've got our bowl with the rested egg whites, and the yokes I already cooked for breakfast, isn't that right, Grogu?" you asked, turning to the small green child who cooed in agreement, the camera catching your interactions as you spoke on about the ingredients of green sugar, blue cream, some paste that was almost almond-like, etc. You'd no idea that some sugars and milks in the galaxy could come in their own colours like that, but it just goes to show how far humankind could go if they weren't currently warring over dreams of delusional imperialism.

You turned to Grogu often, letting him join in the cooking after introducing the ingredients.

"Here, Grogu, could you pour the sugar in for me?" You'd lift him up and use a free hand to help him pour the contents of the bowl and then kiss his cheek as he laughed. "What a lovely assistant you are!"

"Would you pass me the spatula, dear?" He cooed as he lifted a small spoon, before you told him it was the one beyond, and as he grabbed it, you called him a 'sweet and clever sous-chef!' and bopped his teeny tiny nose before helping him stir the ingredients to finish off the quick recipe. Soon enough, it was time to put the fast-made sandwich batter for the macarons onto baking sheets and warm them, and you and Grogu laughed as you piped little circles of the batter onto a hoverpan, known to be the perfect non-stick pan even in heavy baking! You gave Grogu the important job of holding a small heart-shaped thick wire that worked as a cookie-cutter, and the wire was clean and usable, you'd made sure. Grogu was up to the task, concentrating very hard, his little eyes narrowing to inspect your work and ears perking up at every little heart-shape you both made. He took his job seriously and it warmed your heart every time.

By the time the pan was covered in two dozen hearts, the first two hearts were ready to be baked. In a matter of a few more minutes filled with your storytelling of Mando's most recent hunt, every last one of the hearts were ready, the quick-acting flour doing its job well. "Well, these look ready, so, with my sous-chef's word, we shall bake them! What do you say, chef? Shall we show our audience how to cook?"

Grogu's tiny fists waved in the air as he let out a squeal of agreement, and with a kiss to his head, you placed it into the Crest's oven, no preheat needed.

The wait was only 30 minutes, and you filled that time playing with Grogu, keeping him occupied as he passed you some sugar and milk, spilling a teeny bit as he lifted it to you, and you took it graciously and joked about the milk being excited enough to leap, just to hear Grogu giggle.

Grogu helped you mix, and in the corner of your eye, you could see your phone still recording, you and your lively little green boy stirring some fluffy butter-cream mix together for his cookies. You didn't know if he could read these recipe cards, but he was clearly vivacious, eager for the world, seeing it with the eyes of a child, even though he's known so much pain. This video wasn't just to make a joke and some fun: it was a small part selfish, but a bigger part for Grogu: he was already 50, and considering how young he was, it was clear he was going to outlive you. You didn't know if you'd be able to see him beyond a toddler's age, didn't know if you'd be able to hear him speak English/Basic, didn't know if sometime in the future, he might even forget you, or worse: not have the means or time to do something that makes him happy in a galaxy, a whole fucking galaxy's worth of enemies. You wanted to leave something for him, a memory of something fun, and maybe, just maybe, you'd find some way of living too, even as a little ghost who brought Grogu some joy in his young life. You'd give anything to be with him, but even you were mortal: you hoped you could give him a childhood to look back on before the future comes, whenever it may be.

The timer dinged in the midst of your little game of patty-cake you were teaching your three-fingered companion, and he jumped up, ears perking at the sudden noise. His eyes lit up, and you giggled at his antics. "Looks like our cookies are ready!"

His scream of joy was worth your teeth nearly gritting. His little feet pitter-pattered towards the oven that took you only a few steps to reach, but you walked slowly so as to give him time. "Come along, sous-chef, let's see what we made!" You had to move Grogu from the oven's front as he stubbornly squirmed until you told him hot air might hit him, and when he moved, you grabbed a protective handler and took the hoverpan out, placing it on the counter. You could feel Grogu tug on your clothes, trying to get up, so you picked him up and let him see the cookies.

"Well, it looks like we're finished! We just need to put them on the cooling rack! Would you help me, oh great sous-chef?" you exaggerated with a flourished bow, and a coo answered you in the affirmative. You took Grogu in your hands, took a flat-headed spatula that should be legally classified as a giant screwdriver, and with both your hand and Grogu's on the handle, lifted the first cookie up off the pan, the airy concoction coming up effortlessly, and you flipped it onto a cooling rack, making Grogu kick his little feet in excitement at this new activity. You two continued to flip the cookies, making sure you were explaining to Grogu to 'flick the wrist' and 'be gentle, or they might break before we can use them, okay hon?" and soon enough all the shells were cooling. You checked the recipe card from the shop-owner once more, seeing that the cookie shells just needed "a moment to rise and then it would be ready for the filling"; you turned to Grogu, telling him: "we can wait, right? We're almost done?" He tilted his head at you, and you nodded back, setting him down on the counter. "Well, we heard him, we're almost done and then its time for filling the cookies and eating! Did you want to say hi to the camera, sous-chef? Any words?" You pointed him the camera out to him, and he waved at his reflection, babbling at the phone, before the last clump of green sugar left from cooking caught his interest.

The timer blinking on your phone, and with Grogu occupied within supervision, you decided to add a personal touch to the video.

"So, Grogu and I made some cookies today, and we found out that flipping the cakes is a lot of fun! And that we have to be careful near heat sources, right?" You sighed at the camera, eyes distant, looking at Grogu in the camera who was facing the cookies, watching them with interest. "I hope that this recipe is something that you can enjoy any time, and I hope life gives you many sweet treats as sweet as you are. You're the world to me, baby, I love you so much; I hope you know that, sweetling". You smiled softly at the camera, before your expression turned to one of confusion as a turquoise macaron shell hovered in the air, Grogu's eyes narrowed and hand raised.

"Grogu no! They need to cool-" You got out of your seat and caught the cookie as it was making its way, hissing at the heat remaining on it before putting it back on the rack. You turned back to Grogu, his teeny hand now down as he looked up at you with those puppy eyes that screamed innocence with the gleam of mischief only you, Mando, and other parents could recognize in him. Snickering, you pick him up, cradling him to you, as you spoke with as honeyed a stern voice as you could make: "Grogu, those need to cool before we put the icing in or they'll get mushy and not tasty!"

The last thing the camera saw was a human placing buttercream onto little green shells, and a green baby putting another one atop, making a sandwich, both filled with smiles on their faces, love in their hearts as the human fed the tiny one the first of the cookies, the child enjoying them quite dearly.

Mando heard a beep registering on his vambrace, the alert not important but originating from his ship: your 'phone' he'd connected to his systems had taken a video. He remembered how he'd tracked your moves when you came aboard, and though it wasn't necessary, it was still a precaution that could help, he believed. The notification was a video file, titled Craver Crest1_ Cookies.

Well, it was alliterated?

He opened up the file. His helmet's visor picked up the command, and as he walked down the tunnels back towards the Crest since he'd delivered the bounty, the backdrop of the dark empty tunnel was perfect for the hologram as it appeared from his vambrace's built-in holoprojector.

He watched, nearly stumbling a few times as the passengers on the Crest made the same cookies he'd seen Grogu eat on Nevarro. It was so lovely to see Grogu smile and laugh, and learn about different things while having fun. The sight of him kicking his feet in excitement was something the Mandalorian would carry with him, an image in the back of his head, of just how cute Grogu would get sometimes. He watched as the video ended with the passengers, Grogu and his babysitter, smile and eat, waving goodbye to the camera with cookies in their hands. The video turned off, and the Mandalorian stepped out into the light of the lavender sunset on Tiragon, and made his way back to the ship. He wondered if there would be any cookies left for him? He'd know once he got back to the Cravor Crest, where they made the cookies he was now craving.

[oxo-yung]

<The Mandalorian> Season 3 - Trailer

💚 Grogu & Din Djarin

[beskarinhyperspace]

Oh yeah? 

 ”You're playing a dangerous game here, pretty girl..”

AO3 | Wattpad // MASTERLIST

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Din Djarin x fem.reader

Word Count:  1.1k 

Pure smutt, jealous mando, he’s obsessed with you, possessive, dark djarin, protective, sweet calling, claiming, praising, slight degradation, teasing, helmet on, armour also on, p in v, reader insert, no y/n, female reader, reader doesn't have a name

A/N: Still working on the next chapter for Moon Dust, in the meantime here's a little treat.

It's been a while since you've seen population. Going to the market this afternoon, makes you feel a bit human again. As you come back to the ship, you can see the imposing man in armour. Standing, at the top of the ramp. Arms crossed at his chest, he doesn’t look happy. 

”Where were you?” he asks, firm and impatient. 

You start walking up the ramp before talking. ”I was just taking some air..” 

He tilt his helmet at you, ”and why didn't you tell me you were going out? Anything can happen here. I told you.. I want to know where you are at all times.” 

You sigh, ”what are you scared of mando?” 

He looks at you and balling his first. ”I don't want anyone to touch you in any way.” 

”Why? It's not like we are going out or anything right? ” You ask him as you look straight in his visor with a little smirk. 

You can see him tense as he warns you, ”I'd be careful… ” before you cut him off. 

”I guess this is a bad time to tell you I've made a real boyfriend today then?” 

You don't have time to place another word before he starts to walk in your direction. He looks grand hovering over you. ”You're playing a dangerous game here, pretty girl. ” 

You can't help but feels small compared to him. His broad shoulders making you a little nervous knowing there's nowhere to escape. He takes his gloved hand bringing it to your face. ”you're mine, do you need to be reminded? ” He says pushing a piece of hair out.

You lower your eyes a bit, feeling intimidated but still you nod to him. 

You see him move, removing his gloves, tilting his helmet down to you. He takes two of his fingers. Moving them towards your lips. ”can you open up?” Asking in a raspy modulated voice.  

You do as you’re asked. Opening your lips slowly to take in his fingers into you moutch. Wetting them as you suck and pass your tongue on them. You can hear the need growing in his breathing as you look straight at him. He removes them going down, inside your pants. You can't help yourself, inhaling sharply as you feel the slick sensation passing softly on your clit. 

”That's my sweet girl.” he praises while his other hand goes under your shirt, grabbing a breast.. 

Hearing your soft needy voice, he start pinching the nipple, rolling it lightly between his fingers. Your pussy tightening around nothing, starving for him. You let your desire be known. Pushing out a desperate noise before you feel his fingers moving lower.

”You're cute when you try to make me jealous, I know she's mine.” He states as he slide two digits in. ”Look at you, already so wet, so needy and ready for me.” He pushed them all the way in curling them hitting that good spot. You start whimpering at the feeling. “Oh yeah, she’s definitly calling my name..” 

He chuckles at the sight of you becoming desperate for more as he removes them. While he undresses you, he passes a hand over you, caressing your body gently before taking you into his arms, moving to his bed and dropping you on it. He doesn't remove his armour, instead he lowers his pants down, letting out only his cock. You look at him while you're on your back before he flips you on your stomach.  

”Is this okay?” He asks you, moving forward, brushing the back of his hand on your ass sofly. 

You're so hot from enticipation all you can do is nod. The hungry man doesn't waste any time. Placing himself in between your thighs, he takes both his hands to your ass, spreading them to have a better look at you. He grunts at the sight of it, teasing your entrance, coating his cock with your juices.  

”So pretty baby.” You can hear him say as he continues to pass his cock, gliding over your wet cunt before going back to your entrance. 

”Please djarin..” You beg, voice shaking. 

He takes one hand moving it to your ass to squeeze it. ”Oh yeah? You want it that bad cyare?” 

You just whimper as he continues to play with you. 

”Speak up, tell me.” His voice dangerous with lust. 

”Yes, please, i want to feel you.. feel you inside me, please djarin.” As you supplicate.

You can feel the satisfaction in his small laugh as he push inside you, one stroke, quick and deep. You gasp at the wreaking sensation. He goes in and out a few times slow out but sharp in.  

Your body tensing as you feel your pussy getting wetter on his length and thickness moving into your walls.  

”You like that?” as he start to take the rhythm. 

All you do is whimper and cry as he pounds faster inside you. 

”Mmm yeah.. sweet girl that's it, let me hear you while i remind you that you’re mine.” 

Not controlling yourself you start crying louder. ”You fill me up so good djarin, i want no one else, only you.” 

He starts pounding into you harder and harsher. Grunting as he feels you getting tighter around him and your wet noises filling the walls of the silent ship. 

”That's my good girl.. mine.” He lets go of one hip as you hear wet noises coming from his mouth humming. After a few seconds, you feel his thumb slick over your ass hole, teasing it by pressing and sliding it slightly on it. 

“Maker, that feels so good. I want more.” You ask begging of him. 

He obliged, pressing his thumb slightly in. Feeling the tightness of your ass sends electricity to his cock as he starts to whimper as well.  

”you're so pretty, so perfect around my cock.. take me in so good sweet girl.” You hear him whisper like a prayer. 

Feelings of hot and cold flashes over you, and the noises you start to make should be illegal. Feeling warmth inside your belly, you start screaming of pleasure, as he fucks you deeper.  

”That's it baby, come on me, come with me, c’mon baby, that's good..” As he encourages you. 

You let out a grunting noise as you come, so does he as he follows you into the ecstasy. Slowing down his pace while still moving in and out filling your pussy with his cum.  

Breaths heavy, he caresses your lower back before squeezing your ass tightly, “Mine”   

[animejunki5]

I found this while looking up something on Pinterest 😳😅 I'm just gonna leave this right here. Going to go rewatch some of my favorite episodes of The Mandalorian All the best to you and of course Pedro Pascal 🥰

[bobafettfanclub]

"United Front" by CaptainYoron (https://twitter.com/CaptainYoron/) See how the artist made this shot on Twitter: https://bobafett.club/w7dlo

[salome-c]

Just a dad and his spinning son.

[izachin]

Domestic Din & Grogu 💕 Father and Son. Finally Din… 　#themandalorian #dindjarin #din #grogu #thechild #babyyoda #starwars #pedropascal #mandalorian #mando #fanart #artist #art #procreate

[viggo-mortensen]

Grogu & Din Djarin ‘Mando’ The Mandalorian | S02

[xsemmelx]

I just posted that edit on tt but I wanted to share it here too, because I think it's so funny how Bo looks at Din in the wtf moments

[josephquinnswhore]

Walls Come Tumbling Down. Part 4

Pairing: Din Djarin x female reader.

Summary: after you sustained a serious injury and weeks of anguish between you two, Din decides he has an important decision to make.

Word count: 2.4K

Content Warning: confessions, din taking off his helmet, marriage proposal, blowjobs, sex, creampie, p in v, unprotected sex.

Din tried to ignore the pain in his calves as he trekked through the trail up the steep hill of the mountainside, your unconscious body in his arms as he carries you to the destination, he was so desperate to reach. He landed on your home planet, Nevarro, remembering when Greef had mentioned the Healing Baths in the mountainside not far from the town. The trip took longer than Din anticipated, the ache in his bad knees cause him to stumble a few times, his back threatening to give out on him in his old age. He persevered through the pain, ignoring the ache he felt and the burn in his arms, holding you close to his chest as he pants under his helmet, trying to catch his breath.

The relief Din felt when he saw the Healing Baths was radiant enough for grogu to notice, cooing happily as he sat comfortably in his travel pod, admiring the view, eyes following some bugs that flew around his face. Grogu’s travel pod stops at the top of the steps as he allows Din to walk forward with you, giving you the privacy Din needed.

The water was crystal clear-the still water disrupted as Dins boots step down into the pool. Gentle ripples surrounded you as he walked further into the water, coming to a stop when he reached the bottom of the steps, the lukewarm water flowing around his mid section, your body floating effortlessly and still as he holds you, unsure of what to do. Din feels the baths speaking to him, ‘submerge her’ unsure if he’s losing his mind he argues, just do it. Without another second wasted his arms drop further into the water, tightening his grip around you as he pulls your body under, the water creating a whirlpool vacuum that sucks the water below with you.

Your loosely braided hair comes undone, flowing around behind you, the blood from wound on your shoulder disappears within the water without staining the purity. Whiteness emits from around your body, the illusion of a bright light surrounds you as you float halfway underwater. The water surges from underneath you, pushing you upward and Din guides you with the water bringing you back to the surface. The water gently bubbling fades as your eyes shoot open taking a massive gasp of air trying to sit upright, a warmth envelops your body and a blur of silver directly upwards was all you could make out, your eyes wet and trying to blink them for a clearer image.

You’re staring up as your vision clears, through the fog and haze your brain fought to emit from. Din is the first thing you see, your arms immediately reaching for him as if it were a natural reaction, your hand cradling his helmet as he looked down at you. Unknown to you, his eyes were filled with tears, in disbelief that you’re awake-alive, and well. You stand upright, the water swelling just below your breasts, Din’s hands guide you to stand, not allowing you to fall. Your hands guide Din’s helmet so it rested on your forehead, holding him for a few seconds before pulling back. “You saved me. I’m forever indebted to you, Din.” The softness of your voice only lulled Din further into his mind, wishing to take you away and start a new life, to settle down.

“You owe me nothing, cyar’ika,” Din replies honestly. Anxiety from the pit of his stomach rose to his throat and stopped there, leaving him feeling choked up. “There must be something I can do. Anything.” Din’s head turns away for a moment to look at the child and he thinks, he wants nothing more for you to be his, forever, baring his children as his lover. “Come with us to the ship, can’t show you here.” You nod in agreement as he takes your hand, his glove squelching as the trapped water is squeezed out by your hand. You reach out to grogu as you stumble along, not used to the sensation of your legs holding you up and walking after days of unconsciousness. He holds your finger with his hand and coos happily at you, big eyes blinking as his head tilts towards you. “I missed you too buddy.”

The walk down the mountain side was exasperating, the uneven, narrow dirt and rocky trail doing nothing to support your feet as they tremble beneath you. Birds and native animals sing and shrill as you walk past them. You were grateful for Din who walked a step in front of you, his arm outstretched behind him to keep you steady, ready to catch you if you tumbled down.

The ship wasn’t particularly far from the trail which internally, you had thanked Din for. You step inside and sit on the cot you had previously occupied, wounded, Din returns to you with a canister of fresh water and dried foods. You graciously accepted, tearing the lid off the canister to drink the water, some dribbling down the side of your chin as you desperately swallowed, cotton-mouth no longer irritating you. You exhale as you set the canister down and eat the snacks provided, thankful as Din sits with you patiently. You wipe your hands on your semi-wet pants and face Din, swallowing the last of your food. “We can talk now, right?” Din nods hesitantly and looks to you, your eyes to his visor. The anxiety that choked him earlier had risen and turned to bile that threatened to spill through his lips, the overwhelming fear of rejection consuming him. “Cyar’ika…” He murmurs your name quietly and takes your hands in his. “I want nothing more for us than cin vhetin. A fresh start.” Your heart enlarges at his confession, wanting to hear these words for as long as you’d been divided, wanting nothing more than to move on. His head dipped momentarily as he removed his gloves, slipping them off and sitting them beside you, the sheets absorbing the water that clung to them.

His bare hand caressed your cheek, you leaned into the warmth it provided, embracing the nerve wracking explosion it cause inside you, weakening you as you succumbed to his touch. “I want that too, Din.” You affirm, biting your lip as you opened your eyes. “Be my riduur, do me the honour of making you my wife.” You couldn’t stop the tears that fell from your lash line, one after another like rain from the sky. He wipes your tears, and waits anxiously for an answer. “It would be an honour to be your wife, I accept.” Din pulls out a small sterling box from the pocket beneath his chest armour, your eyes widen as he opens it to see a beautiful golden wedding band, minimal diamonds and exactly your style, this is the most beautiful surprise ever. “May we be solus-United for the rest of our days.” He slides the beautiful band on your finger and you admire it beautifully, unaware of Din’s hands reaching to the bottom of his helmet, lifting it off, his face revealed to the air around him, to you.

“Din I cant believe it, I’m the luckiest woman in the galaxy.” You look up to him and gasp. His helmet removed and you shut your eyes, clenching them shut. “Din what are you doing?” You ask exasperated, feeling guilty for having see his face. Din reaches for you, “you are my riduur, by way of the Creed you can look.” You relax the muscles around your eyes and open them, mouth agape once again, taking in the beauty of your husband, your hand reaching for his face and he leans into it, embracing your warmth and nurture. You observe him, wanting to take in every small detail. His dark brown tousled hair had speckles of grey, his facial hair neatly groomed and patchy, a blend of brown and grey, his tanned skin and few freckles matched that of his hands. He was handsome, more so than you could ever imagine, you take the time to admire the small things like his crows feet by his eyes and deep stress lines on his forehead, the curve of his nose and bushy eyebrows. All of you desperate to see his eyes, the window to his soul. “Open your eyes Din, look at me.” You plead, begging for your husband to be vulnerable with you, and he does at your request. His eyes open, moving across your face and scanning, seeing you with his own eyes and not through his visor, you were even more beautiful and he took a moment to appreciate your beauty. “Din..” you were speechless, his deep brown eyes wore a hundred emotions, vulnerability and anxiety racing a million thoughts a minute and you could see them all.

“I’m sorry.. if I’m not what you expected.” You frown at his admission and your chest nearly combusts at hearing his voice ring through your ears without the disruption of the helmet, the raspiness and soft tone made your inside turn to mush. Unknowingly, your silence only added to his insecurity, shuffling in his seat beside you, uncomfortably. You shake your head furiously, “Din, you are the most handsome man I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I am blessed to be your wife.” Dins eyes soften and become glossy with unshed tears, you lean forward to place your bare forehead on his own and he relaxes into your touch. “Let me show you how much I love you, let me care for my husband.” Your voice was a bittersweet mix of sweet and sultry. It sent a shiver down Dins neck, gasping when your lips met his own, he matched your pace and your lips moved with his as if you were a puzzle now complete.

You pull Din down to lie on the cot, pulling your shirt above your head, leaving you bare, cheeks red as you exposed yourself to him. “Take your clothes off, Din. Wanna show you how much I love you.” Din removed his clothes, leaving him in his underwear, half sitting to remove his boots lastly. His insecurity rising as he lie near-bare to your observing eyes, drinking him in, he refused to look you in the eyes. You pull off your pants and underwear, leaning over Din and kissed forehead, cheeks and lips, forcing him to look at you. “So handsome.” You praise, blood rushing to his cock at your sweet voice. He groans as you start kissing down his neck, sucking on the skin between his neck and shoulder, licking it to take away the sting, a pretty red mark lingering on his tanned golden skin. Your warm lips kiss down his torso, admiring his muscled but soft body, he was nothing short of handsome in every way. Whines leaving the touched starved man’s lips, hips bucking into the cool air as your fingers trace his underwear, silently begging for you to take them off. “Please, cyar’ika.” You hum at his plea and abide, pulling down the underwear off him, that concealed his rock hard cock. You gasp at the size of it and look at Din, his face completely red at his exposure. “So perfect Din, such a handsome cock.” His cock twitched at your praise alone and you spit on the tip, a loud moan leaving his lips as your soft hand gripped the base of him, slowly jerking him off teasingly, his body twitching as you swipe your finger over the tip, leaking precum, begging for release. “It’s okay, I’ll look after you.” You mutter before wrapping your lips around the swollen tip of his girthy cock and bob your mouth up and down, taking half of him in your mouth, your hands preoccupied themselves with the remainder of his cock and balls. Din’s hands gripped the bedsheets as he groaned loudly, straining against himself to touch you, wanting nothing more than to tangle his fingertips to your scalp. You release him from your mouth which earns a whimper from him, “you can touch me baby, it’s okay.” You take him back in your mouth and he obliged, his rough fingertips running through your hair softly, slightly tugging sending a vibration up his cock as you moan, “stop, please, not gunna last like this.” Din begs, you suck harshly one last time, the tip leaving your mouth with a pop.

“Let me touch you, please, want you to feel good.” He begs from beneath you as you straddle him, you shush him as you line up his cock to your sopping cunt, running the tip along your slit. His hips bucked upward in a desperate attempt for more, whimpering as his eyes met yours, his hands resting on your hips and gripping them firmly, “not tonight Din, let me take care of you.” You line him up and groan as his cock pushes into you, biting your lip harshly as he stretches out your virgin hole. The man is a groaning, whimpering mess beneath you, writhing and digging his fingertips into the soft skin of your hips. You sink down fully, the tip of his cock grazing your sweet spot, the sensitive skin puffing up and coating his cock in another layer of your arousal. “Please, please. Need you. Ahh.” Din throws his head back into the pillow as you grind onto him, easing yourselves into it, drawing small circles with your hips, you lean forward with your hands on his sweaty chest, gripping the small mound of chest hair you could grab. You lift your hips and slam back down, “feel so good Din, you fill me up, my perfect husband.” Din tenses beneath you and whimpers, the praise sending his cock twitching. You bounced up and down, a hotness building in the pit of your stomach, increasing tensioning as you ride him, “gonna cum, cyra’ika.” The tension in your stomach snaps, your cunt gushing your release onto his cock, you tighten around him, clenching as you rode through your high, Din’s groans turn to whimpers as his cock twitches inside of you and he cums, shooting warm ropes of cum right into your womb. You sit silently for a few moments before climbing off him, his cock softening and your cunt clenching to keep the cum inside of you as you lie next to him, bodies covered in sweat and chests heaving. You turn to face him lying on your side, his brown eyes full of love that draw you in, “I love you, my riduur.” He presses a kiss to your swollen lips, and you caress his face, “I love you, Din Djarin, my husband.”