#if you have any Thoughts please let me know because i love thinking about soft!din

[thefrogdalorian]

Din Djarin + Falling in Love Headcanons

You fall first (of course you do, have you seen him!) but Din falls harder.

It takes him a while though, the loss of his parents affected him so much that it takes a lot for him to open up let others in.

For a while after you first meet, you're not sure if he reciprocates your feelings towards him. But then something happens where you're placed in danger. The way it makes him feel (once he's killed a few people to ensure your safety) proves to himself that his feelings run deeper for you than he'd wanted to admit to himself.

If that hadn't happened, perhaps the two of you would've continued to skate around the topic for a while. You were too shy to bring things up and ruin your friendship, Din was convinced that you could never feel the same way about him.

After Din confesses his feelings, the first time you tell him that you love him too, he's so taken aback and flustered he replies something dorky like "wizard."

LOTS of blushing and nervousness the first time he takes his helmet off around you. He can't even make eye contact for a while after he takes it off because he's so shy. He has no idea how handsome he is, no one has ever complimented him on his looks before which you, of course, do plenty of. Making up for lost time, naturally.

You find his moustache adorable, that he keeps it so neat despite the fact that only he can see it due to his helmet. He tells you he keeps it because it's one of the few things he remembers about his father and you just about melt right then and there.

Obviously due to his Creed, he never kissed anyone before. So at first, it's kind of clumsy and you vow to be patient. But once he gets the hang of it, you never look back.

You know Din Djarin throws himself into anything he puts his mind to with nothing less than one hundred percent and BOY, was it worth you being so understanding with him.

Despite how most of the galaxy would view him as nothing but a tough bounty hunter, you feel honoured that you get to know the soft, caring man that he is beneath the Beskar shell. You never take it for granted how much he has opened up you since you first met him.

[moondirti]

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Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7.4k Summary: You learn there's more to your current planet of residence than what meets the eye. Warnings: aphrodisiacs (sex pollen), mentions of masturbation, language, dirty thoughts, discussions of consent, groping, pining, anxiety Notes: I love being evil and doing evil things. Seriously though, this chapter was a beast to write so I hope you enjoy it! For your reference, Ede is a planet of my creation. It does not exist in the Star Wars canon. If anyone knows of anything similar to it, please let me know!

There’s something wrong with Ede, and only Din seems to notice.

Perhaps, with all the frogs and strange lizards the kid ingests, he’s built an immunity to all things peculiar. Or, maybe, it’s a subset of his species to be naturally resistant to planet-borne illnesses. Din really can’t make sense of the logistics in it, but his child is just as bouncy and vibrant as ever - and as endearing as those characteristics are normally, they’re damn well exhausting given his current state. 

You. Din knows why you’re fine. Hard as you try to be regimented with those daily E-bacta shots, you’re not free of the substance’s ungovernable effects. Your wrist is almost fully healed now, yet you still haven’t made any changes to the dosage. Because not only do they keep you healthy, they leave you rejuvenated, pumped up for the gruelling training sessions Din throws at you. You’ve been able to get back up and fight after every bruise, every loss. And while you have yet to win, Din is extremely fucking impressed with how you manage to outsmart him every single time. Clever girl. He occasionally considers going easier on you too, to let you beat him; but he recognises, for as long as you’re primed the way you are, you need to be pushed to your limits. 

Honestly, with just how well the E-bacta seems to be working on you, he’s contemplated snagging a shot. But no, supplies are limited; he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. You need them more than he does. 

Yeah. The helmet takes the brunt of it, anyway. He can handle the way the fog clouds his senses, if only for a little longer. It isn’t as if it instils thoughts in him he hasn’t had already. Din doesn’t need an aphrodisiac planet to think about spreading you underneath him, to crave the taste of your cunt; the sight of you does enough to him alone. But stars, does it make it infinitely harder to keep to his restrain. 

He’s a Mandalorian, as disciplined as they come. A lesser man would have caved by now, he’s sure. Be that as it may, the smallest things have been setting him off. A glimpse of your shoulder. The shape of your legs. He was sure he’d gone mad when your smile was enough to spur him as he fucked his fist late one night. It’s been a while since his last lay, sure. That isn’t the issue - it’s never been as bad as this, not since he was a teenager and saw a woman’s breasts for the first time. 

Yours trump those, though, easily. 

It had all come to a head that day in the forest. When you ran and triggered something absolutely primal within him, something that lit every suppressed urge with the scorn of a thousand suns. Over his course as a bounty hunter, Din has long since stopped relishing in the thrill of a chase. Adrenaline means nothing to him, a hindrance at the best of times - to keep a clearer head, he operates with apathy. It helps with precision, and the reputation that trails along. But when it was you he had to catch…

The instant his heart skipped a beat, Din knew he was in danger. 

And when he had you pinned to the ground soon after, he crossed a line without second thought. What’s worse, he didn’t regret it. He doesn’t. He only wishes he’d gone further, that he’d seen more of you.

‘T-That is not fair.’

No, it hadn’t been. Even if they were to get off this planet, what he’d done has permanently ruined you for him. The feel of your flesh. Your supple softness. Din, with the memory of your breast seared into his palm, is a ticking time bomb. It’s only a matter of time before he implodes - and with the lack of control he’s had over his mind lately, he can’t have you around for that. You’d hate him.

“Hey,” Your shoe nudges his leg, dragging him back to reality. “You okay?” 

No. “Yes.” 

Din isn’t a bad liar - the modulator flattens the inconsistencies in his tone, his helmet conceals any tells. Yet still, somehow, you remain unconvinced. A brow arches quizzically, your eyes narrowing in suspicion. Firelight illuminates the planes of your face, fluttering sparks almost as bright as you. Clever, clever girl. 

“Sad ‘cause I won?” Your smile is devil-sent, devious. The things he’d do to you.

He exhales. “Sure, if you call throwing pebbles at me winning.” 

Taking a large bite of the fruit you picked, you talk through a mouthful. Din hardly registers it. “Tactical problems require tactical solutions.” Your lips are plump, highlighted with a thin sheen of juice as you chew. He wonders if they’d look that way surrounding him. 

“I’m a tactical problem?” He pitches in after a while, upon watching the way you settle into the awkward silence.

“A real menace.” You giggle in response, brushing a hand over the hovering pram near you with agonising tenderness. “Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” 

“Hm,” Din hums absentmindedly. Tendrils of fog lace his ankles and wind up his legs. It’s almost… sentient, in the matter it encompasses him, like it’s privy to the wicked fantasies he has of you. Maybe it is - that would explain why you and the kid are so unaffected; maybe Ede can only influence those already too far gone. 

The thought is nothing revolutionary - he knows. Din knows he’s awful for feeling this way. It goes against everything the Mandalorians have ever taught him; a betrayal of his creed to lust after someone so unsuspecting. Unwilling. The guilt that eats him alive is justified - welcomed to a certain degree, a reminder not to betray the trust you have in him to remain strictly professional. He was the one that invited you to live with him, for Kriff’s sake; the least he can do is think of you with the decency you deserve.

“Y’know, the flower this fruit comes from can be used to make an extremely deadly poison. Synox, I think it’s called.” You say, eyeing the rose-coloured morsel with vapid interest. Din hums. He recognises it. “I saw it on my walk earlier… ‘Course it’s edible in this form.” 

“Couldn’t have guessed.” The wry comment pulls another laugh from you. Something foreign settles in Din’s chest. “I didn’t know medical academies taught so much about poison.” 

“If they did, I couldn’t tell you. I wasn’t the best student.” And though you shake your head with all the vulnerability of an honest woman, the Mandalorian doesn’t believe you. It’s difficult to imagine a world in which you aren’t the smartest person in the room. “An old friend mentioned it once, is’all.” 

“An old friend,” It’s not quite a question any more than it is an open-ended interrogation, founded in concern over the vacant tone that’s wormed its way into your voice. He isn’t blind; he sees the subtle hesitation in your admittance, the recoil of your shoulders at a memory he isn’t informed on. Disappointment latches on to him at the sway this one individual has on you. For all the likeliness that it isn’t a former lover, he knows it very well could be. Discomfort swells in him at the prospect; he tells himself it’s the fog. 

Your gaze flutters to him. You’re smiling again - it feels forced. “Shocked to find I have other friends, Mando? I’m not that insufferable.” 

Other friends. Other friends. Was he… one of them too? 

The fruit is nothing but its core now, a fat seed with rough edges. You poke a hole in it with the wooden dagger you use for sparring practice, then bury the pit in overturned dirt. Din watches you, tracing the curve of your hip when you bend, the dainty motions of your fingers while you work. His cock throbs from behind the confines of his pants, semi-hard already and leaking steadily, preparing him solely for the embrace of his own hand later. A stone lodges itself in his throat - uncomfortable, much like the rest of him - and he thinks of ploughing into your tight cunt instead. You’d soak the front of him, moaning his name in between choked gasps and whimpers. Fuck, he can almost hear it, the way your skin would clap as he pistons his hips against the softness of your thighs, his nose buried between your tits, fucking you open.

His Doc. His clever girl. He’d ruin you.

“Mando?” 

He needs to get out of here. 

When he stands, his armour clunks clumsily at the speed with which he moves. You’re still on your knees, about face level with his crotch, and he thanks the Maker that you worriedly peer up at him instead of surveying the evidence of his arousal. You look so good like this, he could just grab your hair and–

“Need to run a perimeter check. Watch the kid.” The excuse is half-assed; unbelievable because, in the two week’s they’ve been on Ede, there have been no signs of life larger than the occasional bug or amphibian. You don’t question it, though, just frowning solemnly at him. In his mind, that’s infinitely worse. 

But he can’t stick around. Not when you look so fucking divine; all glass, smooth edges, burning over the hot coals of his desire. Not with the way your brows furrow slightly, neck stretched and elongated as your head tips back to drink him in. You’re lovely, gentle, and you’re always there - always so perfect at supporting him. Blood rushes from his head, he can feel his heartbeat at his brow; he wants you. And the fog filters through his helmet, wafting up his nose, dimming his reasoning. It tells him to do it, lift your face to his and devour you completely, to suck in your precious moans when he stuffs his cock into you. But no, no. He can’t.

Not when he risks hurting you. 

With a stiff nod, Din marches off.

The chronometer ticks metrically, consistent in its sole function. To you, in your anxious state, its rhythm gains speed with every minute you wait. Dawn emerges on the horizon, and you haven’t slept, trapped in silence with the debilitating tangent conceived three hours ago.

The Mandalorian has been gone for the better part of the night, and there has yet to be any sign of his return. 

Initially, with the way he stormed off, you figured you’d leave him to his own devices, at least until he came down from whatever temperament he was in. It isn’t your first rodeo, after all; Mando is moody on his best days, withdrawn and reticent with what he feels. You like to think that your relationship has progressed past that point, but with the unaddressed tension between you nowadays, you aren’t too sure. That’s fine, though. Really. He’s kept you around for long enough that you’re close to confident he won’t leave you stranded on the next planet. The ease your group has settled into is more than enough reassurance that he doesn’t despise you – so when Mando left you by the fire, you’d shrugged off his bullshit lie and carried on with your night. 

During the first hour, you massaged the taut muscles in your back and practised your kicks. As Mando had you on strict orders not to target tree trunks (“You’ll disfigure your leg.”), you fashioned a dummy using a duffel bag, old rags, rope and duct tape. You’d started with the roundhouse, likely because of the impression it made when your bounty hunter had seized and repositioned your ‘lazy’ stance while teaching you. His words rang clear in your head: load your weight onto your back leg, step around forty-five degrees towards your target, swing your upper body for momentum, lift, pivot your hip and kick. Progress was slow - you were kind of glad Mando wasn’t around to see. Your first few tries on the makeshift dummy had hurt, the impact reverberating up your tibia and throwing you back on your ass, but then you realised your mistake in using your foot. Your shin is sturdier, supported by denser bones. When you had adjusted accordingly, your kicks had more sway, despite hurting just as bad. Soaked in sweat, you’d considered it a victory all the same, thrilled to tell Mando the news. 

At the second hour, you began with your nightly routine. The system was one you’ve adapted for everyone’s convenience; after tucking the child into his hammock, you’d be the first to shower. Mando always preferred to wait until you were asleep anyway, as to avoid the risk of you walking in. And, despite his absence, you stuck to the familiarity. It wasn’t a prolonged ordeal - the water on Nevarro was scalding by cause of the lava plains, so you’re accustomed to quick washes. In no later than ten minutes, you padded out in a plain shirt and compression pants. There wasn’t much else to do afterwards - on any other day, you would’ve gone to bed - but something told you to wait until the Mandalorian came back. To occupy yourself in the meantime, you had laid out your remaining supplies to take inventory. There was a disturbing lack of E-bacta (that couldn’t have been you, could it?) as well as gauze, so you made a list of items that needed replenishing. The mindless chore gave you ample time to overthink, and it was then that the doubt crept up on you. ‘Do perimeter checks usually take two hours?’ 

All throughout hour three, you spiralled into a well of crushing concern. While re-organising the chaotic wire work along the Crest, you wondered what could be taking Mando so long. Had you said something to upset him? Maker, you hadn’t even pondered that possibility; you had just let him go with little care or issue. The thought made you sick. If he was upset, then it’d be on you. Worse - if he was hurt, it’s on account of your negligence. Fuck, what was wrong with you, have you not grown? You’d made a promise to yourself that you wouldn’t let loose again, not after what had happened last time. And for all your efforts to distract yourself, your father’s palish, blue-tinged face haunted you; there as you fixed the hatch, singed into the back of your eyelids while you polished the floor. You were a sitting duck, dizzy and only half-mindful of just how little you were doing. 

Now, it’s a bit off of three hours since the Mandalorian’s absence. You’re covered in a parka, clutching your way-too-bulky blaster with one trembling hand and surveying your chrono on the other. The ramp is open in front of you, a morning chill drifting through to take up residence in the hull. You’re unsure if the way your nose stings is due to the cold or the threatening onslaught of tears you’re keeping at bay. 

“Two minutes, Mando. You have two minutes to come back or I swear to the mighty sister above I’ll find and kill you myself.” The waver in your whisper betrays the hysteria surging within you. You can admit it to yourself here, in this chasm of dread, alone with only the chirp of far off birds and background drone of the Crest - you’re fucking worried for him. 

Time passes. Your resolve weakens. The crack of a twig catches your rapt attention; nothing becomes of it. You squeeze your eyes shut, and draw in a long breath.

Then, you move. 

You follow the trail of sunken footprints in mud. They aren’t hard to miss; the hunter wears heavy duty combat boots and weighs double the average man - courtesy of his beskar; even rain couldn’t easily corrode the path he’d made. What’s more, any low hanging branches or leaves have been wacked out of place, broken off at their arms somewhat violently - if you’re to go by their splintered ends. It occurs to you that, based on the evident wreckage, the Mandalorian must have been frustrated upon leaving camp. You fidget nervously to expel the guilt that returns at the thought. 

The forest is dark, the light from the rising sun barely filtering through its thick canopy. Chewing your lip, you try to orient yourself amidst the panic. The fog is always thicker in the morning, coming well above eye-level and shortening your sightline significantly. You stumble over fallen logs, slip on mossy rocks. At some point, you start to notice the faint floral aroma present in the air. Has that smell always been here?

Great, you’re losing it. Gulping, you breathe through the tears brimming along your waterline. ‘Relax,’ you tell yourself, ‘have a little faith’. Mando has lived this long without you hanging over his shoulder, he’s more than capable of warding off any dangers that come his way. Still, that reckless urge is back, the one you’d battled with when the pirates had attacked - the need to protect him. You want him to know it; he doesn’t have to rely on himself anymore, you’re here for him now. Trekking through an uncharted, abandoned forest with a blaster you’ve never been taught to use, wandering into a fight you wouldn’t be able to win. Should you even be expecting one? No, you’re looking for your lost companion, that’s all. That’s it. Mando is fine; you are too. Your palms are damp with perspiration, and the beginnings of a migraine pounds at your temple, but you’re okay. 

Some protector you are.

The continuous buzz of the Crest’s machinery has faded by now, and the once distinct footprints are a confused mess, disorderly with the way they impede on one another, turning in circles. It’s completely unlike Mando - too tumultuous to be a trail he made in sound mind - but it is, you’re sure of it, you hadn’t lost sight of the prints for more than a second. Shivering, you squat to gain a closer look. It’s only then you pick up on the foreign articles that litter the area, like tiny little balls with thorns all along their surfaces. A bullet of adrenaline shoots through you. Bugs? No. Seeds. They’ve been around for the past few metres. 

A horrifying suspicion arises. This entire time, you’ve been distraught over the idea that a person intercepted and attacked him. You hadn’t even paused to note the dangers nature posed; if perhaps Mando had fallen into a pit, been attacked by an animal or grown susceptible to poison. Ede is an uncharted planet, the closest one you were able to land on post attack. Camp is safe, but there’s no way of knowing whether the rest of the world is. 

Stupid, stupid. You waited so long to come out and find him when time can mean the difference between life or death. The gravity of your predicament comes crashing down, devastating in its weight. Where the fuck are you even going? The prints mean nothing here, the forest floor is unruly, roots winding amidst soil, disrupting leaves and tiny plants. They could have been made by anything; gone is the telltale pattern of Mando’s sole’s, missing is the pace of his regular gait. You’ve been grasping at straws and wasting precious time. 

You stop for a moment's respite, hyperventilating. While trying to suck in as much oxygen as possible, you quickly realise none of it is enough. This isn’t working, that’s been established. None of this is helping Mando. You need to steel yourself and think with a clear head. Yeah, just… Just ground yourself. 

The earth is solid underneath you. If you focus, you can feel the way it pushes back against the pressure you put on it. Your blaster is cool, the metal comforting in how familiar it is. You imagine it’s Mando, that you’re running your thumb over the curve of his pauldron. There’s a rustle of leaves, the thundering rush of a waterfall, a faint groaning. And there’s the tick of your chrono, constant and unchanging. The flowery aroma has grown richer now, shifting in and out of reach with the swirling mist. Can Mando smell it too, through that helmet of his? Can he indulge in the details of life; smell, taste, sound?

Sound. 

A faint groaning. 

You perk up, holding your breath, trying to pinpoint its source. They’re overshadowed by the ambience of the forest, but they’re there, hidden between lulls in the wind. It’s coming from your… You wait again, forcing all your mental strength into concentrating. Left. It’s coming from your left, in the same direction of a babbling brook.

It’s the best hope you’ve got. 

At once, you start on your new path, half-running to your best ability on the rough terrain. It’s like your mind goes silent, laser-focused on this localised objective. Get to the groaning’s source. There’s no time to second-guess yourself, you can’t afford to temporise; whether or not it’s coming from Mando, there’s only one way to find out. So, you jog, readjusting yourself when the sound veers away from right in front of you. Your ankle bends far too often on account of your clumsiness, and your pounding heart threatens to drown any external noises out. Your desperate search lacks all the elegance of a seasoned predator - someone like Mando, who’s been doing this long enough to earn his stealth. You don’t let the foolishness of it disrupt you, though; it can’t matter to you, not when something far more frightening awaits. 

The pained sounds have gotten louder now. You don’t really need to strain to hear them anymore - they find you. You stumble blindly forwards, squinting - trying to catch a glint of his armour, the squelch of blood-soaked earth beneath your boots - any indication that it is, in fact, Mando you’re chasing and not some wounded creature. The trees are larger here than they are at camp, triple your width, and crowd each other like wires in a chain-link fence. You should be wary; but common sense dictates that it’s safer than out in the open, where you can be attacked from any angle.  

Your foot stubs against another stubborn obstacle, and you bite back a scream of frustration. These fucking roots are the worst; they weave into the ground and jump up at you when you least expect it. You can already feel the blisters forming on your toes as a result, and you have half a mind to punt this one if it wasn’t for Mando’s advice against it. 

You’re grateful you don’t, though, because when you move to step over it, a cold grip wraps around your ankle. 

And you just… know. 

Your skin prickles with the atmospheric shift; you can smell it - that musk, leather and spice. The fog blocks any chance you might have in confirming your beliefs - the forest floor all hazy - but your brain short-circuits like it does only in his presence, and you know. 

“Mando?” You whine down at your calf. 

Your name comes back to you. It’s broken, choked between ragged croaks. 

Sobbing, you fall to your knees, crawling over to the other side of the body slumped up against a trunk. His gloved hand remains at your ankle, unbearably tight. There’s something off about the way his fingers press into your skin, like you’re clay he can easily mould; honestly, you can’t bring yourself to care. He’s here. It’s him. You weren’t aware your shoulders were as stiff as they were until they slump at the sight of that T-shaped visor, a black void so comforting to you it’s hard to imagine you were once scared of it. There’s a man behind the helmet - one so unexpectedly gentle, somewhat awkward and so fucking reckless. 

“W-What happ– Stars, are you okay? Are you hurt?” Your hands are everywhere all at once, smoothing down his arms, poking around his abdomen. You check for blood or sore spots that’d make him cringe. When you don’t find any, your agitation booms; maybe he is poisoned. You… you can’t help him if he is, not until you get back to the Crest. “Fuck– I’m s-so stupid, I should’ve brought–”

“Nghh, g…” He sounds hurt, but he doesn’t look it. There’s no open wound anywhere, he isn’t shivering with the chills of toxicants. He’s still strong, evident in the way he holds onto you. So, why is he lying before you like a dying man? Why do you taste desperation saturating the space between you?

“Hu–Huh? Mando, hey, tell me what’s wrong.” You squeak, shoving two fingers under his cowl, beneath his helmet to check on his pulse. It’s faster than it ought to be. Shit, and for someone who was out all night, he’s heating up. The fabric of his cape is fully soaked with sweat, peppered with those spiky seeds. You have no idea what this could be; he shouldn’t be sick, his mask prevents that. “Please.”

Mando lets out an aggrieved moan. “G-Go. You need to– to leave…” 

“Are you insane?” You whisper-shout, the consonants hissed between your teeth. He’s not in his right mind. You need to get to the Razor Crest, to the medisensor and your supplies. That’s your only option. Decisively, you yank your leg back from his clutches and pull at his arm. Mando doesn’t budge. “Get up! C’mon. I need to get you back,” 

“Fuck– you–” He moans hoarsely, head falling back. “C-Clever girl. Need… Need you– mmfh— need you to get away.” 

The moniker catching you off guard, your efforts cease for a moment. No, not now. Whatever game he’s playing at, you’ll deliberate later. Forget how the praise sounds coming from him, his voice husky and rough. Forget about it. “Nuh-uh. No way, bud, get up. Let’s go home.” 

“Home,” It’s spoken softly. You exploit the vulnerability. 

“Yes, yes, home. Where it’s safe, where I can help.” 

His hips roll before his thighs spread, a leg bending at the knee. When his foot digs into the ground, you manage to pull him up onto his feet. Hurriedly, you lay his arm across your shoulders, wrapping yours around his waist. He’s heavy, but aside from the occasional stagger, Mando doesn’t put his full weight upon you. 

“You have to work with me, okay? We’re walking back to the ship, so stay conscious, please.” 

“Sound– Sound so… pretty when you beg.” Warmth pools into your cheeks. Dismissing it, you begin to retrace your steps. Mando trudges along, his voice weak when he speaks again. “Can’t stop thinking of you.” 

Ignore it. Your tummy blazes with the flattery, but it’s not real. He doesn’t understand what he’s saying. This… thing that’s gotten into him has the added element of psychosis, you’re sure. You reflect on what you know can do that instead of on your trickling desire. An agent that hinders the senses, perhaps. Or a brain-eating amoeba of some sort. 

Your heart stops. Fuck, why would you even think that. 

If possible, you push Mando harder, conscious of the way his hold tightens on you. 

The carnage you left in your wake trying to find your companion makes for a convenient trail back to the Crest. Even so, it’s a miracle the two of you reach it for all your combined impairments; Mando’s hardly cognizant by the end - a string of hushed groans filter out of his vocoder, an added indication he’s not yet dead as he stumbles beside you. You imagine your complicated mix of panic and lust doesn’t help either; as much as you want to focus on all the means through which you can help him, his wandering hands keep pulling your attention away. It seems the only thing you could centre on is how strange it feels. Save for when he fondled you to gain an upper hand in your spar, Mando is not a physical person, deliberate or not. His touch grazing up your back is abnormal in all the right ways, a scene pulled straight from one of your fantasies.

Naturally, this happens to worry you even further. 

You’d made sure to activate the ship’s ground safety patrols for the sleeping child before you left. In the time it takes you to disable them, it’s like Mando’s torment triples. He clings to you now, his body hunched over so his helmet can rest atop your shoulder. With how his arms are wrapped around you, you can feel every uneven breath he takes, his muscles jolting as if the action pains him. Or maybe it does.

You wriggle loose, dodging his embrace yet still supporting his weight. The sudden lack of warmth is sobering; you strive not to think about how nice it’d been. “We need to get you inside. Can you climb for me?” You ask, keeping your inquiry gentle as you guide him to the base of the ramp.

“Yes.” His words are restrained – not tense, but something a little more savage. 

“Come on then. That’s it, yeah, that’s good.” And aside from the way he tips forward, Mando manages to make it up into the hull with relative ease. A shred of anxiety ebbs at that; he’s doing okay so far. It’s an encouraging sign. 

“Let… Let me–” He starts, protesting as you help him down onto the ground. 

“No. Just stop moving, I need to figure out what’s wrong.” You’re firm. His stunted motions still at the conviction evident in your tone, but he’s just as stubborn despite the stutter in his response. 

“Nothing’s w-wrong, clever girl.” 

“You’re burning up and you can barely function, Mando. Don’t lie to me.” Cutting him off before he has the chance to say much else, you hustle around the hull, locating the medisensor just as you set down your blaster by your makeshift couch. As much as you despise it, you clearly can’t deduce the problem on your own. You’ll need the hand-held diagnostic scanner for that prior to starting treatment. 

But when you point it at the Mandalorian, it draws at a blank. 

The glowing screen flashes a few times more down at the hunk of steel situated against a wall, seemingly as perplexed as you are. On the side are a list of his symptoms – fever, migraine, nausea – but the main box dedicated to the diagnoses is empty. 

“You useless son of a–” 

“Told… you…” 

“Are you just… sick? Is that it?” Doubt creeps up. It’s in you to overthink; maybe you’ve blown this out of proportion. 

“No.” He uses the floor to push himself into a precarious stand. You’re right by him when he dangerously sways, propping him up by his chest. “Jus’ let– let me use the r-refresher, okay?” 

“Mando-” 

“You don’t u-understand,” Your heart twinges in mild offence. Regardless, you nod. He’s right. You can’t make sense of the situation. You’ve done your part in getting him home fine, but until he’s willing to tell you what else you can do, you’re purposeless. 

“Okay, okay. But I’m staying right here. Shout if you need anything.” You scold, walking him to the refresher door. His visor turns to take you in, the intensity in his solid-black stare startling. It stretches the longer the pause, gorging on your vulnerability, and suddenly, you’re all too aware of everything wrong with you. You hadn’t thought to wipe the tear tracks on your cheeks; your hair is a frizzy mess; your parka is stiflingly hot along your collar, sweat beading down your forehead.

Mando shakes his head minutely. “Don’t… answer me if I do.” 

Your expression drops. “What?” 

But he’s already limping through the refresher door, unfastening the front of his cowl. You barely catch a glimpse of his neck before it whirrs shut.

The datapad flashes from its place on your lap, your legs crossed underneath it and pulled close for comfort. In your proximity to the refresher, the artificial rain of the shower is clear, pitter-pattering upon durasteel floors. The Mandalorian has been in there for a remarkably long time. Like you, his washes are usually militaristic in length, and if it wasn’t for the splashes he makes as he shifts, this prolonged interlude might be a cause for concern. 

As it stands, though, you’re doing the best you can. Mando’s datapad is outdated and horribly inefficient - it’s been loading this page for the better part of five minutes now - but it works for what you need to do. After he shut you out, you’d decided you wouldn’t wait until he recovers; curiosity and concern dictate you find the source of his malady, if only to be prepared should something happen. 

So, here you are, researching Ede on the galactic planetary index. In contrast to Arkanis or Chandrila, both planets with a rich history, there’s practically nothing on the one you’re stationed on. Basic facts about its climate, the fauna – its natives live high on the mountains, which explains the lack of life you’ve encountered so far. You’re just about to jump to the section on planetary borne illness when something captures your attention. 

‘Markedly, Edians choose to stay well above ground level to avoid the fog that pervades through Ede’s forests during mating season. For more information, refer to section 4.’

Everything highlighted so far you’ve been able to discern based on experience; the rain is a water-based compound, rouge-tinted fruits are safe to eat, the blue ones are not. The fog, though - you hadn’t noticed anything wrong with the fog. It’s annoying at the worst of times, disadvantageous to your vision, but nothing dangerous. Certainly nothing that warrants as great of an adaptation as colony relocation. Worrying your lip, you tap on the redirection to section four.

‘Ede’s Aphrodisiac Nature.’

Your stomach sinks. 

‘During the first 5 standard months of its rotation, Ede enters its mating season, where its climate shifts and the flora release stimulants to encourage fauna to reproduce. Not much else is known of this phenomenon, save for its common contributors, including but not limited to the previously mentioned fog and philein seeds.” 

A photo of the latter is attached; a little sphere with thorns along its surface. Something sparks in your memory. You think back on it, trying to pinpoint the hazy recognition. Was it something you pried from within the kid’s mouth? No, if he had eaten one, he’d be just as sick right now. It’s something else, your intuition gnaws at you. 

It occurs to you then. They were there, the seeds, on the ground as you tracked Mando down, attached to the pills of his cape. 

And then the mental blockade frees, cold realisation flooding in. 

It explains the unaddressed tension whenever he was around. The incident in the forest that had struck you as incredibly peculiar at the time. All the sweet nicknames and husky compliments. Fuck. Fuck. Of course he isn’t interested in you. Only a fool would connect the dots this late. 

A hope you didn’t know you held diminishes right as your name echoes from within the refresher. 

You’re on your feet in a second, reeling like a guilty child caught doing something naughty. You’re unsure why – nothing has changed since before your discovery; Mando is stable, the two of you have remained friendly. But the heat of his touch returns like it never left, grazing up your back, rounding at your shoulder. You can almost feel the sensation of his palm kneading your breast, digging into the tender flesh and holding it for the smallest second. All of it had meant so much to you – a possibility that the attraction you felt wasn’t so one-sided. But it was nothing, entailed nothing. 

Your name comes again, broken. You don’t want to ask, you lack the strength it takes to, but you’re sworn to a creed much like the Mandalorian’s. As a physician, you’ve promised to seek and aid all ailments in face of personal bias. As his medic, you owe him as much for the protection and shelter he gives you in return. 

As his friend, you hate to see him in pain. 

Hesitantly, you approach the door to the refresher. Upon closing in, you pick up on the fainter sounds you’d missed. The water still runs, but there’s the purr of the heater just below, working overtime given the length of the shower, accompanied by loud reverberations as bottles hit the floor. The commotion is jarring, shaking you as you listen in for any indication of Mando’s well-being. 

It comes in the form of long, drawn out moans, hoarse and desperate.

Shit. 

However you’re able to muster the strength to speak is a mystery. The words are dense on your tongue, molasses, sticky with angst. “M-Mando? Are you… Are you doing okay?” 

The other side goes quiet. In the lull, you notice a distinct absence of something you hadn’t caught onto before. Slick slaps of something. Soap falling to the floor, maybe. Or… skin on skin. Your legs press together at the mental image that surfaces.

“It hurts,” The whine is so unlike him, a little clearer than his voice usually is and closer to any admission of defeat you’ve heard from him. Your heart aches. This isn’t just hard on you. 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Your ear presses into the metal wall separating you. His moans have devolved into hushed breaths now that you’re listening - you almost wish they hadn’t. 

What comes next transgresses any expectation you have of his answer. You half assumed he’d reject your nagging completely and stay silent. Another part of you felt he’d walk out, good as new, to prove you wrong. The concession that comes is beyond concrete reasoning and hypothesis. No educated guess can predict Mando’s next words. 

“Y-Yes, come in.”

You choke on your saliva, coughing violently. 

It’s so startling, in fact, that it grounds you back to your senses. 

It is so contrary of Mando to seek this out in you. You’re no idiot, you can comprehend what your offer must sound like to him in this state. Like you were asking for permission, consent. And though he admitted defeat and invited you in to join him, nothing in this can be consensual. He was hardly sane when you’d found him, and you’re sure he can’t have gotten any better since then – because now he’s calling you when he explicitly told you not to answer, and it’s so fucking deviant to the resolution he’d made. So far from the man who kept you at arms length until you touched down on this Maker-forsaken planet, who has the will of a nerf, who does not want you in the way you want him.

And you can’t take advantage of that. 

You rush to pull out your supplies. You won’t help him, not in the way he’s asking you to, but you can make this a little easier. Yeah, two tablets of pharmaceutical-grade antibiotics should mitigate his other symptoms. You’ll keep an eye out for him afterwards but he’ll be fine, this will mull over. No long-lasting side effects were mentioned in your research, after all. 

You knock the refresher door. “Listen. I’m gonna come in and give you these two pills. I’ll keep my eyes closed and turn off the lights for extra measure.” 

You wait for any acknowledgement. A grunt is all you get. 

Gulping, you brace yourself, screwing your eyes shut and holding onto the medication with an iron grip. 

You’re met with a sickening gust of steam as you enter. The air is practically liquid with how humid the room is, hot water vapour pouring into your senses. You’re sure you won’t be able to see even if you do open your eyes, but you keep yourself on a leash, self-devised instructions repeating like a mantra in your mind. Give him the meds and leave. Give him the meds and leave. Get yourselves off this planet. Just give him the meds and leave.

Muscle memory alone ensures you’re able to find the light switch to turn it off. Your eyelids darken with the lack of light, somehow making it harder to navigate. Your free hand is outstretched in front of you, bumping into various surfaces before it manages to meet the cold glass partition to the shower. 

“Can you move? I’ll hand you the antibiotics.” Your voice is shaky

“C-Can’t…” Comes the bated reply. 

Stars, okay. Okay, that’s fine. That just means you’ll have to get in there with him and… and…

“A-Alright. I’ll come to you,” Your fingers slip against condensation as you slide open the barrier. They twitch uncontrollably, but whether it’s in trepidation or eagerness, you don’t know. The cloying heat doubles within this contained area; you’re thankful for the water that beats down on you for the way it washes away your perspiration. 

“Down here.” Mando rasps, leading you to find him positioned up on the floor. You squat, careful not to touch any part of him when you extend your hand.

“H-Here, right in front of you,” You choke out, wound tightly in on yourself. His fever is palpable even with your distance, the warmth permeating the space between you. It’s a welcome break from the beskar he usually wears. 

Something constricts in your chest, and it dawns on you again - probably entirely too late - that the Mandalorian is naked. Even though you knew he’d be. And of course he is. He doesn’t shower with the fucking armour on, but you’d blocked the idea off. Until now. Now, it’s real, and tangible, and so, so close. You can touch him, should you please. He needs you to. 

‘But he doesn’t want you to,’ you remind yourself, ‘not really.’

You stay in place until Mando’s inaction becomes too much to bear. He hasn’t taken the pills off you yet. The shower rains down on you, thoroughly soaking your hair, causing your leggings to cling to you like a second skin. 

You inch closer. His thigh grazes your knee.

Closer. The space grows tighter. 

Closer still. His head is within your reach, hot breaths fanning across your neck. 

Then, Mando’s ungloved hand spreads up your waist. Through the wet material of your shirt, the callouses and scars he’s earned over the years greet you. Your forearm comes to rest lightly atop his chest. The pills start to dissolve in your palm. 

Your cunt weeps, throbbing in need, and you determine to make this quick. Boldly, rashly, you search for his mouth. You accidentally meet his cheek instead, a rough stubble peppering the expanse of it. Your fingertips trace the pinpricks down to a pronounced chin, then up, up, finding the bump of his lips with little else than a spluttered gasp. 

When you push the medication onto his tongue, it vibrates with a guttural moan. His mouth is impossibly hotter than he is, like buttered silk along your skin. His touch roams along you as the muscle does much the same, swirling between your digits, tasting the desire that undoubtedly drips from your fingertips. Maker, he’s an expert with it; you have to bite back the desperate whine his ministrations inspire. Because you can’t. You can’t.

It takes every atom in you to pull away. Your entire body complains, seizing with unrestrained lust, and it’s hard to remember why exactly you want to be anywhere but here. Your core, your gut, your heart; they’re all set on the compelling Mandalorian in front of you. But there’s a tiny voice that manages to scream louder than all else. It convinces you that this isn’t fair, what you’re doing to him – and it’s right. Every single dream and reverie you’ve pondered on had included Mando as an active participant, either the instigator or sober partner to your filth. And sure, his actions may be disproving you at the moment, but what happens when he comes to his senses? When he remembers how you had let him fuck you when he was so clearly ill? 

You can’t do that to him. 

So, you peel his hand off from where it nips at your thigh and carefully move away. You’ve opened your eyes at some point, yet you still can’t see, the room shrouded in perpetual darkness. Consequently, your remaining senses heighten, and you’re able to step further back when Mando moans out an incoherent protest and reaches for you. If he pulls you back, you don’t think you’d be able to leave again.  

“Mesh’la… Cle-Clever girl, please.” His leg knocks yours. You give his calf a reassuring squeeze. 

“I… I can’t, Mando.” He’s the sick one, but a cry escapes you all the same. “You’ll be okay, I promise. Just hang in there.” 

And, despite the way both him and your body howl at you, you leave him like that.

[221bshrlocked]

I was thinking about touch-starved Din Djarin and...

He knew he wasn't ready. He knew he should have stopped as soon as the moment grew more intimate. He knew he should have broken the kiss and apologized to you for not having the strength to take this further.

But he just didn't care anymore. He didn't have the sensibility to remind himself that this part of him felt more comfortable at staying hidden. He didn't have enough brain cells firing to force him to stop from taking this a step further.

On the contrary, the only thing running through his mind was you.

You. You. You.

It occurs to him then that, even though his mind was begging him to slow down, his body was pleading with him to let go. He shouldn't have escalated this, but maker in heaven, he wanted to, so kriffing badly. He wanted to take that step with you. He wanted to show you how much he trusts you. He wanted to be vulnerable with you, and he wanted you to know that he didn't mind putting himself in that position with you.

He wanted- no, he needed to do this, not because you wanted proof of his love, but because if he wasn't going to do this with you, then he wasn't going to do it with anyone. Ever. There wasn't anyone in the galaxy capable of inspiring such deep emotions in his heart. No one came close to making him feel the way he felt about you.

And fuck, he needed you to see that. He needed you to see that he was so fucking desperate to feel you, to have you in any way. He needed to- to...

Fuck.

He needed you.

"Din."

The sound of his name falling from your lips snaps him out of his storming thoughts for a moment. He vaguely hears you saying something to him but he can't hear you over his raging heart beat. He shut his eyes at some point, probably when he realized this was too fucking much. But he just couldn't stop himself. He wanted to feel you against him. He yearned to have you writhe and moan beneath him as he took what he wanted.

"Din, baby, come back to me."

There it is again, his name slipping so sinfully from your mouth, as if it was only meant to be uttered by you and no one else.

"Din, look at me. Please, baby...l-look at me."

The softness of your voice as you patiently asked him time after another to pay attention to you brings him back from whatever dreamy haze he's fallen under. When he opens his eyes, he's met with the prettiest pair of moons shining underneath a sea of water.

Maker above.

As he stares into your eyes, flicking his attention back and forth between each one, he asks himself if they've always twinkled this much, if your loving gaze always shone this brightly for him.

A single stream cascading down your cheek shocks him back to reality and he realizes that no, your eyes weren't little stars in the night sky because of him.

You were crying. Because of him.

"Mesh'la, I'm- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to force myself on you. I thought that-"

"Din, sweetheart, relax. I need you to- oh fuck, I need you to relax for me okay? Breathe baby, breathe. Look at me and breathe with me." Din barely manages to shift his sight from your tear-filled eyes, trying his best to think of nothing else but your words as he looked at your mouth. He inhales and exhales with you to the best of his ability, not because he doesn't know how to keep a pace, but because he's momentarily distracted by your bruised lips, lips he's sucked and bit and licked moments ago when the two of you were only meant to share a quick peck.

Oh yes, that's how he found himself in this position. He forgot what was happening before he pushed you to the floor of his ship and made space for himself between your thighs.

"Good, you're doing so good baby."

He shivers at the petname, and makes a mental note to remember to tell you that the more you called him that karking word, the more difficult it was for him to remain in control.

"Din, look at me."

"I...I am." He barely manages to whisper as he kicks his lips and tries to remember the taste of you. He didn't know if you'd eaten anything sweet before he quite aggressively claimed your lips. All he knew was that you tasted so fucking sweet, like the most ripe fruit his tongue had the pleasure of tasting.

"No baby, you're looking at my lips. I want you to look at me, look into my eyes."

On command, his surely dilated pupils return to gaze at your orbs. He finds them less starry than before and he isn't sure if he's glad it disappointed at the fact.

"Are you sure you want this?"

Whatever Din expected you to say, it certainly wasn't that. His eyes widen and he bites into his lip immediately, as if he was caught red-handed with the bounty of another's.

"I'm only asking because I know that- I know this isn't easy for you and I don't want you to think that you owe me anything. You don't baby. I want you to know that we can take this as slow as your want, I don't mind. I've only ever wanted your love, nothing else."

It's like you're speaking a different language, or perhaps that's what his brain wanted him to think because of how slowly it was registering your words. He's quiet for longer than he intends, mostly because he was trying to find his voice again so he could answer you. Or perhaps it was because he wanted to make sure you saw how absolutely positive he was. Licking his lips a few times, Din flattens his palms on either side of your head and waits until he's sure you aren't looking anywhere else but him before he gives you a curt reply.

"Yes."

The single syllable forces a sigh of relief out of the two of you and before he can ask you what he was allowed to do, you slip your hands up his chest to his neck and pull him closer to your until his lips are a hair-breadth away from you.

"Then take what you want cyare."

He'd blame it later on you speaking in Mando's, but as soon as the word rolls off your tongue, Din is closing the space between the two of you and claiming your lips in a dizzying kiss. You moan into his mouth when he drops his weight on you, a sounds he thought he'd never hear from the simplest of gestures. He's about to carry his weight off of you when your arms wrap around his back and force him to stay where he is. As much as he wishes he can tell you that he meant to do that on purpose, he can't, because it would be a lie. The only reason his hulking frame was sliding deliciously against your own right now was because his arms gave out when you parted your lips and snuck your tongue into his mouth.

Din isn't sure how long he lays there on top of you but it becomes clear to him some time later that it's been a while when he feels your leg cross behind his lower back and pull him into your warm heat. He's glad he isn't wearing the beskar armor because he's sure it would have proved most uncomfortable for the two of you if he was dry humping you with full, hard beskar protection.

The knowledge of what he's been doing settles heavily in his chest and he ceases all movement when he realizes how pathetic he probably looked right now in front of you.

"Kriffing hell, Din....Din please, don't stop. Please baby keep- keep going. Take what you want. I'm yours baby, all yours."

As much as he wants to ask you if this really was okay, he doesn't bother to, his mind busy with the desperate whine aimed at him.

So, he keeps going. He braces honestly better in between your legs and slowly begins to roll his hips into you. Din is sure he can feel your heartbeat banging against his hard cock, but he doesn't dwell too much on it, knowing that if he focused on feeling your heart calling for him through your cube, her cum then and there without fully enjoying the moment.

He busies himself with your soft lips as he pushes his covered length against your heat, a part of him a little irritated at the server layers in between the two of you. That thought quickly evaporates as Dinn reminds himself why he was doing this. There's no way he was in the right mindset to go all the way with you. He would have surely died of a heart attack if he felt yourself, velvety, right walls clench around his beskar-hard cock the more he fucked into you. This was good, more than good actually.

It was all he could handle.

For now at least.

"You feel..."

His train of thoughts comes to an abrupt stop when he pushes a little too violently against you and causes you to break the kiss and throw your head back in ecstasy. He can't take his eyes off of you, your beautiful mouth as it whimpered and begged for him, your gorgeous throat as it gasped for air, your soft skin as it shone with a light veil of sweat. He can't stop himself from reaching forward and licking a stripe across your neck. Something otherworldly came over him and he just needed to taste you, taste your wet, soft, stretched skin as it showed him how much he was affecting you.

"Diiiiin."

You choke out his name in a long sigh and Din feels his painfully hard cock twitch in his pants at the sound of his name being sung by you in a moment of rapture. He growls his pleasure and bites into your shoulder as he picks up the pace. He wanted to go slow, to take his time and relish the moment of strength that allowed him to do this with you. But you keep praying his name and Din just can't take it anymore. He was not a weak man, not by a long shot. But he was hopeless when it came to you. He had accepted long ago that if you were to ask him for his heart, he'd rip it out and hand it to you on a diamond platter.

"Fuck...fuuuckk mesh'la, you feel so kriffing good. Perfect...fucking perfect. I could drown in your taste cyar'ika, could choke on the sweet scent of you as I claim you."

He doesn't know what he's saying anymore. If he was good with words, he would have waxed poetry about you, how you became his salvation. Butt he can't quite think of anything right now, not when you were being so submissive and willing and fucking good for him.

The harder he pushes against you, the harder his cock becomes at the prospect of one day feeling your tight pussy milk him dry. He groans desperately as he gyrates his hips, the mere idea of you spasming around him as he filled you with his seed driving him made with lust. He hopes that your wouldn't object to him spilling his seed in your womb. Maker, if you let him claim your innermost heat, he might just be the happiest man in the whole galaxy.

"Cum for me baby. I can f-feel how tense you are. Go ahead Din, and cum for me. Cum for your riduur."

It's as if there was a string tied between your tongue and his cock because as soon as the words hit his ears, Din is moaning his release against your neck and haphazardly shoving his clothed cock against your hot center. He's shaking from the force of his orgasm, mumbling incoherently in Mando'a as string after string of cum oozes onto the coarse fabric of his pants. He's breathing heavily, whispering his love and devotion to you as his hips idly gyrate against you for some more but of friction.

When he can't stand feeling your throbbing heat against him, he stops moving and tries his best to pick up his head from when he kept it hidden in the crock of your neck.

"Stay...stay with me Din."

He doesn't need to be told twice, his muscles relaxing without a fight as he relishes the warm touch of your hands as they managed his back and cooked through his hair.

A part of Din can't believe he just dry humped you until he came in his pants. But as you whisper words of encouragement in his ears and kiss his temples, Din feels the last bit of shame give away to a more peaceful sensation. He kisses your shoulders, or tries to at least, before he slowly puts more weight on his forearms to sit up and look at you. You don't let go of him, and continue to massage his shoulders and neck as his eyes flutter open and find your own already staring at him.

"Thank you Din."

You break the silence immediately and Din feels like his head is about to combust with confusion because shouldn't be have been the one thanking you?

"For trusting me enough to share this part of you with me. It...it's very humbling, to know that you willingly gave me this special experience."

He shouldn't be surprised that you're thinking this way about what he'd just done. Only you would turn this quite embarrassing moment into something that meant more.

You weren't wrong though. This was special, in so many ways. And yet Din can't think of anything to say to you, his mind and heart already overflowing with sheer bliss at being with you.

So, he settles for the one thing he knows you will read through.

"I love you ner ka'rta." You smile at the barely uttered confession and Din relaxes even more when he sees the genuine expression widen the longer he looked into you.

"And I love you cyare."

[forever-rogue]

hi! if you’re accepting requests from prompt list #2, does angst to fluff count lol. 5 from angst, 49 from fluff lists! with reader thinking din loves someone else 🥺 i like mando x omera but.. reader who perhaps doesnt have the skills omera has and sees how din looks at her… THE ANGST 😌🤌

AN | Me, writing some Din? It’s been a hot minute, but here we are. I miss him 🥺

Warnings | None

Pairing | Din x Fem!Reader

Masterlist | Din, Main

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A small sigh, a wistful little thing, escaped your lips as you studied the gently lapping water of the lake. It was calm here, a peaceful, tranquil place that served as a welcome refuge after all that you'd been through in the last few years. Sometimes it seemed almost too good to be true. The distant sounds of laughter met your ears as children ran around and played, carefree as could be. Sometimes you wished you were that young again; innocent to life’s darker sides. Unfortunately that wasn’t a possibility, but for now you’d take the peace and stillness you could get.

Pulling off your boots and socks, you quickly tossed them to the side. The water was warm as you relaxed and leaned back, closing your eyes and soaking up the warmth of the summer sun. It wasn’t until you heard the familiar voice that your eyes slowly snapped back opened. Your heart constricted slightly as you spotted Din nearby speaking to Omera. He seemed so happy, in a much better mood than you’d seen in a long time. It was all her, and you remained invisible. Which, when it came to most things wasn’t too bad, but sometimes you wished he would see you.

“Is somebody jealous?” you hadn’t even heard the bounty hunter walk over; you supposed that’s one of the many reasons he was the best in the galaxy. Boba offered a small grimace before sitting down next to you. You shrugged him off staring back into the water. You were not about to get into anything with Boba; that man was insufferable and usually right.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you brushed him off, trying desperately not to look back at Din. Instead, you focused on the water and watched the tiny fish whiz through the water; a few of them brushed by your feet, sending a ticklish shiver up your spine, “I’m just...enjoying the calm afternoon sun and soaking up as much peace before we inevitably leave again.”

“That’s how this all works,” Boba sighed as you nodded in agreement, “you knew that from the day you became my apprentice.”

“I know,” you whispered, “but I hoped at one point I could...walk away and have a normal life. Like this.”

“Normal is all relative,” he had a point as you huffed lightly and stood up, brushing off your pants and reaching for your boots, “but if this is what you want, what you truly want, you know you’re welcome to leave whenever. I would not hold you back from the life you wanted.”

“I know, Boba,” you put your hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze, “the problem is that I don’t really know what I want...I think I know but...it’s more than that.”

“Of course,” he agreed, casting a quick glance at the object of your affections before turning back to you, “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

“Either way, it will work out, just as it always does,” you swallowed the lump that had welled up in your throat, “Boba, why are you doing this?”

“I just want to make sure you’re happy - that you know that you have choices in what you’re doing,” he said like it was no big deal, but to you it meant so much. This hardened, sometimes gruff man really did have a heart of gold underneath it all, “should you want to part ways, I would understand. Should you want to stay, I’d be more than happy to have you with me. I don’t know what the future holds for myself, Fennec, or Djarin, but you know it will not always be easy. But sometimes you have to decide what’s most important.”

“Yes,” you answered softly, “thank you, Boba.”

He remained silent as you laced up your boots before padding away, back towards the village. You knew you had a lot to think about and if you wanted things to change at all, you’d have to figure out something. You cast a glance over your shoulder and you were almost positive that you’d spotted Din looking in your direction. But it was all a trick of the mind; it had to be. Why would he spare you more than a passing thought anyways?

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It was late by the time he found you; much later than any reasonable person should have been outside, but you couldn’t sleep. There was too much on your mind to silence, and if you managed to, it was short-lived and another thought came to replace the previous one. Eventually you’d given up and wandered out of the small hut home that had been acting as your own home for the last couple of months. You knew the area was safe and wanted to enjoy the temperate night air before it turned to a crisp fall breeze, or worse - you’d be gone.

Small bugs chirped happily along with the soft songs of nightbirds as you walked around the sleeping village; you weren’t scared here, you felt safe and at home. But as you rounded a corner, a gloved hand reached out and grabbed your wrist. A small yelp of surprise left your lips as you pulled into a wall of cool metal - beskar.

“Shhh,” Din placed a finger to his lips as you relaxed when you realized it was him, “you’ll wake everyone up. It’s just me.”

“Dank Farrik!” you hissed at him, “how was I supposed to know that? You could have been a murderer!”

“Well….you should be in bed sleeping.”

“So should you!” your arms crossed over your chest as you stared him down, and eventually he huffed in defeat, realizing you were right. He couldn’t sleep either, plagued by the choices he knew that he had to make sooner rather than later. He hadn’t expected you to be out as well, “what are you doing anyway?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck nervously, a flash of...something in his dark eyes, “I thought that some fresh air would clear my head.”

“Same here,” you admitted reluctantly, leaving the two of you in an awkward silence. You wished you had enough bravery (or perhaps even stupidity) in your body to just say something to him then and there. At least it would be out of the way; but you weren’t feeling anything but nervous butterflies fluttering in your tummy, “I...umm...I guess I’ll get back. Try and sleep.”

“Hey-” he reached for your arm gently before you could get too far away. You turned around and raised an eyebrow as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, “d-did I do something wrong?”

“What? What are you talking about?” the question caught you off guard, but judging by the look on his face, you could sense that this was something he had been thinking for some time.

“You’ve been different lately...it almost feels like you’re avoiding me.”

“Oh DIn, you’re being ridiculous,” and yet the accusation was very true.

“You’re fine around Boba, Fennec...everyone else. But every time I’m around it feels like you can’t wait to get away,” you should have known that he would have noticed sooner or later. The man was more observant than you’d cared to admit, “if I did something, please tell me.”

“You can’t be serious, Djarin. There’s nothing wrong…”

“Then why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t been doing anything. You’ve got too much free time and your mind is running wild.”

“Tell me it’s not true then.”

“Din-”

“Tell me.”

“The problem is that you’re in love with someone else,” the words were out of your mouth before you even contemplated them. You were mortified and in some ways you were relieved. At least it was all out in the open now and you were able to let the chips land where they may.

“Oh,” was his only response as his head tilted to the side and he looked at you in confusion, “what?”

“I...kriff,” you sighed, “I shouldn’t have said that. Sorry - forget I said anything.”

“Who am I in love with?”

“What do you mean?” tears welled up in your eyes at his response; almost like a cruel joke, “you know, everyone knows! Omera; and why wouldn’t you be? She’s wonderful - kind, smart, beautiful … everything. Part of me wants to dislike her, but I can’t because she’s such a good person but it kills me a little bit to know that you love her and you’ll never even think twice about me. I know that’s super selfish but it’s the way I feel; and judging from how this is going I think I’m making the right decision by leaving. By myself.”

Din said nothing as a few tears rolled down your cheeks. You laughed bitterly at yourself before realizing that this might have been the best decision after all. You couldn’t stay after this.

It wasn’t long before Din came to his senses and ran after you, calling your name and catching up with a few easy strides. You came to a reluctant stop as you sniffled and waited for him to say something, despite the fact that you weren’t sure you wanted to hear whatever he had to say.

“I-I-I’m not in love with Omera,” he insisted as it became your turn to look at him in bewilderment, “I’m in love with you.”

“What?”

“I’ve been talking to her about you,” he confessed, “about how to do...this sort of thing. But then you started avoiding me and I wondered if maybe I’d read the signs wrong and you didn’t like me at all. At least not in that way.”

“I don’t….what?” you heard his words but weren’t able to fully comprehend them. This had to be some sort of weird fever dream. Din sighed - his trademark sigh - before ripping off his gloves and gently putting his hands on the sides of your face. He was hesitant at first, to see if you would stop him. But you didn’t...instead you relished in his touch, the feel of his bare skin on yours sending electric shivers throughout your whole body.

After a few moments of quietly studying your features, he leaned in and slowly pressed his lips against yours. It wasn’t a proper kiss by any means, hardly more than a ghost of one, but it felt...strangely wonderful. You looked at him in disbelief as he pulled back; was this really the same man that you’d met all that time ago that wouldn’t even tell anyone his name or let them see his face?

“Oh.”

“Can we go inside?” he whispered softly, “can we talk?”

“Yeah,” you agreed gently. He reached for your hand but before he could take it in his, you stopped him and pressed another sweet, barely there kiss to his lips. A tinge of pink colored his cheeks as you beamed at him, “now we can go.”

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[littlepadika]

🎀 pink (Din)

🧼 laundry detergent (fake dating)

🍄cottage core (innocent kink)

with some fluff and smut included maybe?? 🥺👉👈💘

Hi @ppslutt I don't think we've interacted so hello! Thank you for this request! Omg i am both soft and amused by this idea. Hope you like this... Din is such a cheeky bb but at the same time a feral fucking machine hehe

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Warnings: Asshole ex boyfriend, protective mando, innocent reader, unprotected piv smut, fingering, 18+

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"Can I sit here?"

Din startled. He had been glaring holes into the metal table at the cantina for so long he almost forgot there were other people around. He was in between bounties. Waiting for Karga to come up with something worth his time.

He nodded at the seat across from him which you fell into. He would usually say no, preferring to be left alone, but you were hardly a threat. Young and apparently unarmed. You looked stressed. Eyes darting all over the room. Were you in trouble?

"Thank you." You tapped your fingertips on the table. "My ex is here and I don't want him to see me alone."

"Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"No." You stare down at your lap. "I just don't want to talk to him."

That made sense, but Din couldn't understand why you were talking to him specifically. Most people feared Mandalorians. He expected you to want to hire him or ask him to kill your ex. You glanced over your shoulder. Din followed your gaze, identifying the man in question, an arrogant looking human with his arm around a girl with her back to you both.

"I'll leave you alone in a minute." You turned your attention back to him. "What's your name, sir?"

"Mando." He grunted. You replied with your name. Din's ears perked up when he heard it. The sound of it echoing in his mind. He had never heard such a name before. "Have you ever seen a Mandalorian before?" Din couldn't help but ask.

"Is that what you are?" You felt embarrassed at his amused tone. "Am I supposed to bow or something?"

Din chuckled, which came out as a crackle through the voice coder. "No. But people tend to stay away from me because- because we're killers."

"Oh." You swallowed a gasp. It never occurred to you to be afraid. "I didn't know. I've never been off world."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You snapped your head up to see your ex standing over you, an angry look on his face. "I thought you didn't like going out."

"I-I can go where I please!" You jut your chin out.

"Fucking bitch. You're just spying on me, aren't you?" Your ex spat. Din clenched his fist, not liking the way this bastard was speaking to you. He could easily break this man's arm and hardly break a sweat.

"I'm not!" You cried shrilly. "I didn't know you'd even be here."

"What are you doing with him?" Your ex turned to Mando with a sneer. "Tryin to make me jealous?"

"Obviously it worked." You glared. "Now go away."

"No hang on- you're gonna come with me and we're gonna talk."

"I think it's time for you to go." Din rested his hand on his holster, his voice impossibly low. You shivered in your seat.

"Whatever." The man gave up, backing up a little. "Good luck with this one, Mando. She's a prude."

You looked down in shame feeling angry tears sting your eyes. It was hard to believe you once loved this asshole. Din felt his temper flare in his chest. Your ex finally left, looking over his shoulder a few times to watch you and Din.

"I'm sorry." You wrapped your arms around yourself. "I'll leave you alone now."

"I don't mind." Din said, surprising himself. He hated seeing you so upset. He thought about going up to that bastard and putting a hole in his chest, but that wouldn't make you feel better. "Can I get you something?"

"I don't know." You looked up at the bar trying to read the menu overhead.

"What kind of fake boyfriend would I be?" Din joked, hoping to see you smile. It worked. You let out a small giggle into your hand that made Din's heart constrict strangely. He ordered you a Tatooine Sunset.

"You don't want one?"

"No. Thank you." Din hesitated before adding "I don't remove my helmet."

"Ever?" Your eyes widened.

"Not in front of people."

"Oh." You took a small sip. "It's really yummy. Thank you."

Din noticed the prick from earlier still watching you both. "Come over here, ad'ika." He tapped the seat next to him.

"Why?" You asked, looking up from your cup.

"Because that nurf herder is watching us."

"Oh." You frowned, moving to sit next to Mando.

"Lean into me."

"Like this?" You asked again, tilting your head onto his cold beskar paldron.

"Yes. Good." Din nodded, enjoying the look of anger that passed over that bastard's face. "Sit closer."

"I-I am." You blushed, moving until your legs were pressed against him. He wasn't super comfortable with all the metal.

"On my lap, ad'ika." Din patted his thigh. He was being bold but something about your instant trust in him made him want to hold you closer. Feel your soft body on his. You go bright red as you stand and then perch on his knee. His gloved hand covered your lower back.

"Look at him." Din instructed, smirking behind his helmet.

"Oh he's so mad." You giggled. "This is fun, mando."

"It is, ad'ika." Din couldn't' help but agree.

"Wh-what does adeeka mean?" Your tongue got caught on the syllables.

"It means 'little one'."

"I'm-i'm not a child." You frowned, ducking your head. A weak objection as you were sitting in his lap right now.

"It's not just for children." Din placed another arm around your legs, pulling them more securely onto his lap. He regretted that he was in full armor because he could not feel you but that was also probably a good thing or else he'd be hard. You smelled divine.

"Mando he's still staring." You whispered against his cowl which was surprisingly soft.

"Shall we make him even more uncomfortable?"

"Mhm." You nodded, kissing Mando on his cool beskar helmet, where his cheek would be. "How's that?"

"You can do better than that." Din encouraged, enjoying the little game.

"Oh yeah!" You grinned, feeling your competitive spirit rising. "How about this?" You lowered your head, leaning against his neck, kissing him through the cowl. You could feel his warm neck and strong pulse against your lilps. He swallowed hard, his hand tightening over your thigh.

"We should walk out now. Really make him jealous." Din suggested, mostly to stop you from giving him a full on erection.

"Oh yeah." You hopped off his lap, taking his large leather clad hand in yours. "Come on."

Once outside in the warm sun you laughed at your antics. You had never had so much fun. You used to fear your ex. He was mean and cruel. You felt safe now that you had Mando. You tried not to worry what would happen when Mando was gone. Din watched you hungrily, beaming up at him, your face lit up in the daylight. He subtly turned off his tracking view in his visor so he could just see you without any distractions on his screen.

"Thank you Mando."

"You're welcome." He let go of your hand making your face fall. "What's wrong?"

"I want to keep playing."

"What do you propose?" Din felt his cock twitch behind his flight suit.

"I think he would be really jealous if I had marks on my neck." You suggested boldly. Din shook his head in disbelief.

"You are not a prude, you know that? I'm sorry he said that to you."

"I was only a prude with him. He was ugly." You grimaced but recovered. "You're beautiful, Mando, and I want- I want you. Not just to make him jealous but I want you."

"Oh Ad'ika..." Din chuckled. "We can do both."

This led to Din taking you in the alleyway behind the cantina. First he knelt down between your legs and fingered you until you were dripping into his hand. He wanted to watch your little cunt squeeze and flutter. Your little mewls grew louder and louder until you came with a cry. Din loved how innocent you were. You didn't even know how to be quiet. You didn't hide your pleasure. He hoped your shitty ex was listening. Hearing your sounds that he never got to draw from you.

Next he stood lifting you up with ease onto his hips. You were already delirious from your first orgasm you shot up to the stars when he entered you. You tightened your legs around his waist, holding onto his broad shoulders. All thoughts of being seen or herd left your mind. You were overwhelmed, Mando pushing into every corner of your senses along with your pussy.

"Fuck..." Din grunted, feeling your hot walls suck him to the hilt. It had been so long he realized how sensitive he was. And you were so tight. He held your ass up, pulling it to grind into him with every stroke.

"Oh Mando!" Your head fell back against the wall. "This-it's so good."

"Mmm you feel amazing, ad'ika. So fucking perfect." Din watched your face slacken with the pleasure he was giving you, your plush lips teasing him. He wanted to feel them. He wanted to put his lips over every inch of you. Your eyes were drooping, staring right into his visor.

"Stay with me, little one. Look- look at us." He fucked harder, leaning back slightly despite the ache in his lower back, watching the point where your flesh met. Your little swollen clit was sitting right on top of his dick, smashing against his pelvis with every stroke.

"Oh-Maker-I'm gonna cum again." You cried, scrabbling against his shoulders for better leverage. You wanted to fuck him back. Din readjusted his grip allowing one hand to be free to circle your clit.

"Who's making you cum?"

"You! You, Mando!" You cried feeling your stomach go incredibly tight then spasming with your orgasm.

"You think anyone else could make you feel this?" Din sped up also nearing his own climax. His voice was rough and torn up, cracking and stressing the voicecoder.

"No-no one else!" You answered eagerly, wanting to please him. "I don't want anyone else."

"Good girl. Fuck- you want to be mine?" He felt his cock twitching. He was seconds away from cumming inside of you. This was the last chance to pull out.

"I want to-be yours- please." You nodded vigorously, looking up at him so he could see you meant it. You dug your heels into his lower back. His grunts became short and quick with each thrust then he came abruptly, crashing his forehead against yours. You gasped feeling the spot where you were joined grow incredibly wet.

"Stars..." Din hissed feeling his pleasure prickle down his spine into his cock. "You mean it, ad'ika?"

"Yes. Show me the stars, Mando."

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[jawabear]

Brown Eyes (Din Djarin X Reader)

Not my GIF

A/N: So did anyone else LOSE it during Chapter 15? I know I did. I actually had to take a break from watching it because the excitement was too much. But it was absolutely incredible. So I wrote this short little thing. I really want to write more for Din because I think he’s an absolute sweetheart. But there are so many AMAZING Mandalorian fics out there that its a little intimidating to write for a character like him. But maybe I will in the future. But I hope you enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: fem!reader, Soft!Din, aka the best Din, spoilers for Chapter 15, Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning

Summary: After the events on Morak, Din gets to thinking about the direction of his relationship with the girl he loves

“Are you okay?” She asked quietly as she sat in front of him. It had been difficult to find the time to ask him that since he re-boarded the Slave I. He seemed unusually quiet.

He just gave a silent nod, but she wasn’t convinced he was telling the truth, something was off about him. “Din,” she whispered his name which seemed to catch his attention “what is it? You’ve been pretty much silent since you came back. What happened in there?”

Din didn’t say anything at first. But she waited patiently for him to talk. He looked around the small space they were in to see if any of the other passengers were around but it seemed they were in the clear. But he still spoke in a hushed manner. “I-I don’t think...” he paused again, his voice sounding strangled as if his words were painful “I broke the code...” he admitted.

“What?”

“I had to...it was to save the kid...there was a face scan...I didn’t have a choice” (Y/N) didn’t really know what to say. To her, it wasn’t a big deal but to him it was everything. “B-But I was thinking...you should...you should be able to see me. Otherwise your words are empty...how can...how can you love someone you’ve never seen”

(Y/N) was about to say something, what, she didn’t know. But that had to wait. She watched as he lifted his hands to his helmet, preparing to take it off.

Her hands fell on top of his and pulled them off his helmet. “I don’t need to see your face to know that I love you Din. I can see that having to do it once has...broken you. I won’t ask you do to it a second time. I know what you look like. I know what you are. You’re a Mandalorian. You always will be”

Din was silent at this. He looked at her through his visor. And he just looked at her. He thought how it wasn’t fair that Mayfeld, a guy who Din didn’t care much about, looked him in the eyes, his real eyes, saw his face and spoke to him. And there was (Y/N), the absolute love of his life not having that. It wasn’t fair. But she was right. Although it was for the sake of Grogu, having to break the creed that he held so closely to his heart almost completely broke him.

But now he was at least like all the others. Like Boba Fett and Bo-Katan. He had shown his face and he couldn’t undo that. He had gone against the creed, nothing could change that. And (Y/N) was right. He was still a Mandalorian. He always would be. But he didn’t care about that. He wanted her to see him.

Before she could say or do anything to stop him, he removed his helmet and set it beside him. She turned her head and closed her eyes tightly. He shifted closer to her and took her face gently between his hands and turned her head so she was facing him again. “(Y/N)...”

Her heart swelled at this. Hearing his voice. His voice with out the barrier of his helmet. His voice was clear as day in her ears. “Look at me...” he whispered to her. (Y/N) hesitated for a moment before gradually opening her eyes.

She could’ve burst into tears when her eyes fell on his face. He wasn’t much like what she had imagined, he was ten times better. Her hands rose to his face and stroked over his beard covered cheeks. She traced the sloped shape of his nose, the outline of his lips, she ran her hands through his soft and messy hair. And she stared into his eyes. That was one thing she had guessed right. The colour of his eyes.

“You have brown eyes” she whispered, more to herself then to him. “I always thought you had brown eyes” She smiled. “I always knew they would be kind eyes, that they would be beautiful. And that they would tell me your story. And they do”

“Is it...” he paused for a moment thinking over his words “am I...okay?”

“More than okay, Din. You’re perfect” Din couldn’t help but smile at this. And she smiled back “you have a beautiful smile” she said.

“Can I...kiss you?” He asked hesitantly as he moved a little closer to her.

“Please..” she couldn’t get the words out quick enough.

Now that she had admitted it, he suddenly felt a little put on the spot. He hadn’t ever kissed someone before. How were you ever meant to go about it?

Noticing his hesitation, she jumped to the conclusion that he hadn’t kissed anyone before. So she took initiative shuffled forward bringing her lips onto his in a soft kiss.

Din seemed to let out a shaky breath against her lips and moved even closer to her, pressing his hands against her cheeks in desperation. He never wanted to let her go. “I love you” he whispered.

She smiled into the kiss “I love you too” she pulled away from him and removed her hands from his cheeks and reached over to his helmet as slipped it back over his head. “Helmet or no helmet”

12/12/20

[mandoalorian]

Honeymoon [Din Djarin x F!Reader] - **SMUT**

Summary: You’ve been saving your credits for months in order to treat your husband to the surprise honeymoon you both deserve. He’s a little on edge though, despite the luscious, tropical environment he’s surrounded by. So, as his wife, you do everything in your means to get him to relax.

Warnings: unprotected p in v, riding, cockwarming, orgasm denial, cunningless, cum eating, spanking, anal fingering, breeding kink, slight sub!Din if you squint. 18+ only.

Word count: 2600+

Reblogs appreciated. 💙

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Marrying Din Djarin was the best decision of your life. 

Standing dead centre in the middle of your hotel suite, your husband had never looked so out of place. The yon orange sunlight seeped through the crack in the voile curtains, and a warm, summer breeze waved gently through your hair. You could tell, even through his beskar Mandalorian helmet, that your husband was completely stricken by the beauty of the great outdoors. Your view from outside the hotel suite was a novelty, for sure. The beach’s water circled around the hotel and pooled outside into a tranquil, turquoise coloured ocean. A distance from your window, but not too far, was a growing jungle of vines and trees, habited by various reptilian animals that were distinct to the planet of Scarif. You couldn’t wait to meet them all.

You’d saved up credits, and it had taken almost a year, but finally— finally, you could afford this. A sanctuary. A small vacation. Something you could call your honeymoon. It was long overdue.

Din had warned you when you married him that a honeymoon wasn’t on the cards. It just wasn’t plausible. He was a bounty hunter and he worked every damn day, risking his life just so he could bring back enough credits to put food on the table for you and Grogu. A holiday of any sorts was out of the question.

But you’d been saving up in secret, and if he’d ever found out about your planned endeavour — well, he’d never approve. Good job he’d managed to keep out of your way when you bought the tickets for the five star hotel suite. What proved to be even more of a challenge, was persuading Din to take you to the remote and tropical island planet of Scarif. 

You left the kid with Peli Motto on Tatooine, much to Din’s disdain. You’d spoken to Greef and broken a deal with him in secret; that the guild master was not allowed to provide Din with any bounties prior to the week you were due to go away. Everything rolled out perfectly, just as planned.

For the first time in a long time, your clan of three was living a stress free life, void of any anxieties related to Din and his profession. You loved him with your mind, body and soul, and accepted him for who he was. But part of you, a small part of your heart, hoped that one day, maybe he’d give up bounty hunting for good. He was getting older now. You’d occasionally pick out the greying hairs in his stubble, and the crinkles in the corners of his starry brown eyes were becoming increasingly more prominent. There was a beautiful galaxy out there, and he’d only seen the bad parts. The parts that were rampant with crime and death. You hoped that this honeymoon trip to Scarif would show him the true beauty of the world -- and everything he was missing out on.

He couldn’t bounty hunt forever. One of these days, he was going to have to settle down.

“I can’t believe you did this,” Din announced, picking up some complimentary hotel chocolates that had been left on his pillow. He pulled off his mustard coloured gloves and began to fiddle with the red foil wrapper. “All of this. I can’t believe you did all of this without me knowing.”

“I was afraid you’d be mad at me.” you mumbled, subconsciously rocking backwards and forwards on your heels. Din couldn’t even begin to imagine how much this trip had cost you, and to be honest, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the exact figure. 

“I am mad at you.” He retorted, but you could sense the air of amusement in his voice. Din Djarin was an esteemed bounty hunter, the best in the Guild. He prided himself in being the best too. He was always one step ahead of everyone, always knowing what was about to come before others even knew themselves. Apparently though, his skill was lost on you. Part of him though, was proud. A pretty big part of him, to be exact.

He was chuffed to be able to call you his wife. He didn’t believe the day would ever come. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” you pondered out loud, looking around the hotel suite. “Did you see those big colourful birds as we walked in? They were enormous. We should check out the gift shop and buy a disposable camera. I know Grogu would love to see the photos when we get back.”

Din tilted his helmet in acknowledgement of your comment, but opted to stay silent, his eyes fixated on you and only you. Yeah, he was sure Scarif was a beautiful planet (there was no doubt in his mind), but not even all the colourful birds or glistening waters in the whole galaxy could ever compare to the beauty of you. Your eyes snapped back towards Din when he didn’t respond, and you felt your mouth part as a knowing sigh escaped your lips.

“Tell me you don’t…” you closed your eyes, already mentally preparing yourself for his answer. “...Tell me you don’t have hunting mode initiated under that tin can helmet of yours.”

You knew that, under his black tinted visor, he was always in hunting mode. He had to ensure your safety one way or another. When he turned off hunting mode, everything was normal and in colour (despite this one glitch of pixels he had to get fixed). But when he was in hunting mode, his vision was a dull chiaroscuro. 

“We don’t know how safe this planet is,” Din declared, his voice stern as he tried to reason with you. “We just arrived and I’ve never been here before. I haven’t even done a recce.”

You extended your arm and shushed him. “You haven’t been here before because no bounty or crime syndicate ever comes to Scarif. Since the battle between the Rebellion and the Empire, it’s been under full surveillance by the New Republic. There is security on every corner.”

“That doesn’t exactly work well in my favour.” Din muttered, although deep down he knew you were right.

“Do you really think I would’ve taken you somewhere that wasn’t safe for either of us? I’ve been planning this honeymoon for months, Din. Please, trust me.”

It hurt, seeing your husband like this. After bounty hunting his whole life, he was so… on edge. He always struggled to relax. You thought a tropical vacation might’ve just done the trick but maybe he needed more.

“Okay, you’re right. I trust you.” Din sighed in admittance, and you cracked one of your sweetest smiles at his revelation. It was enough to ease Din, even just temporarily.

“It’s too late to do anything now,” you said, biting your lip as you peeked behind the curtains and watched the sunset. “We can just stay in the hotel room and order room service, if you’d like.”

Din nodded, following your direction. He didn’t know the first thing about vacationing. But if one thing intrigued him, it was the luxurious king sized bed that stood before him. It was dressed in ivory satin sheets and silk pillow cases, and it was certainly nothing like the plank of steel you’d both lay on, back in the Crest. No, this was a real bed. You’d caught him staring at it and couldn’t help but smile at the smirk that played on your lips.

“Take off your helmet.” You requested.

“I--,” Din hesitated. “Someone could walk in and see me.”

“The door is locked. We have privacy,” you assured him. Din fumbled around some more. His heart stopped when you planted both your hands on his shoulders and searched for his eyes beneath the visor. “Trust me.” you reminded him with a plea of desperation.

He nodded and slowly began to lift off his helmet. And there, he revealed himself. Your husband. Though you’d seen his face many times now, you’d still always get an out-of-body experience, watching him take it off. Like it was some kind of sin.

“I love you so much,” Din’s unmodulated voice announced, and his brown eyes bored into your beauty. You smiled, feeling a wave of heat wash over your cheeks as you leaned your head into his chest. You slowly began to undress his plates of beskar armour, dropping them to the ground as you discarded them into a pile on the floor. “Such a pretty girl,” he cooed, and you shuddered, feeling his warm breath fan over the shell of your ear. “My pretty girl. All mine.”

“All yours,” you confirmed, dropping the final plate of beskar to the floor. “You need to relax, my love.”

“That word is foreign to me.” Din told you, smoothing out your hair before dropping his large hands down to your hips.

“So let me help you.”

You guided Din over to the bed he’d been eyeing up all night and helped him out of his under clothes, stripping him down to his boxer shorts only. You straddled his hips, pushing him back down amongst the satin sheets and letting your hands wander along his broad, scarred chest. He groaned wantonly. Your tender touch combined with the unfamiliar softness of what lay beneath him was almost enough to make him enter a meltdown. You hummed softly, your voice lulling him in the most comforting manner imaginable. Your fingers dipped further down his body and traced the short tufts of brown hair that poked out the hem of his underwear. Feeling your fingers fiddle with his waistband as he lay on the king sized bed felt ethereal. It was almost too much, he had to stop himself from swatting your hand away. If Din could have it his way, he’d grab you and roll you over, so he was on top -- taking control over you. But you had done this, all of this, to try and help him relax. So, he just lay there and surrendered to you.

The sky was dimming as the minutes passed by. You made a good habit to take your time with him, missing this kind of intimacy. Truthfully, it was hard to ever catch moments like this with Grogu being around. You and Din practically always had to sacrifice loving, passionate sex for quickies in between his bounties; and it wasn’t always easy.

“You-- you look so pretty like this, on top of me.” Your husband gasped out, his already dark eyes growing shades darker with lust.

For a split second, you pulled off him and untied your tunic, letting your simple robe fall to the ground and revealing your almost naked body to him. He was obsessed with you. Absolutely smitten, and it was unlike anything he’d ever been like with anyone ever before. Straddling him once more, you began to grind over his half hard cock, moaning at the friction between his underwear and your lace panties.

You leaned down and pressed your soft lips against his, enveloping him into a sweet kiss. You drop your lips along his gruff jaw and down the column of his neck, making a conscious effort to suck at his sweet spot you’d memorised so well. Reluctantly, you pulled off him and hovered over his lap, signalling with your hands for him to pull down his underwear. He took his hardening cock in his hand and wiped the beads of precum that had developed at his head. Taking the salty seed on his index finger, he brought it up to your mouth and pushed the digit in between your lips. You moaned longingly, relishing in his taste before pulling off him with a pop.

Din pulled off your panties and began to stroke between your folds, groaning when he felt just how slick and ready you were for him. He squeezed your hips and nodded, illustrating that he was ready, and you took a deep breath, anticipating the delicious stretch his cock offered you. You sank down on top of him, your eyes snapping shut as you felt every amazing bump and ridge and vein of his manhood grind along your fluttering walls.

He seated deep inside of you, giving you a few minutes to adjust, and he began to rub tight circles into your clit. He was absolutely mesmerized by you. You chanted his name like it was a prayer, and Din wondered how he ever got so lucky.

Feeling you clench around him and sensing you were about to cum, Din removed his hand from your cunt and gave you a small spanking on the curve of your ass. Your gasp of shock from your orgasm denial turned into a wanton moan as you wiggled further down on him. You giggled, nudging your nose against his as you felt the same finger he’d used earlier on you, make its way to your puckered asshole. Anal was something you’d been working your way up to, but hadn’t tried yet.

“Do you want this?” Din asked, teasing your entrance with the tip of his finger.

“Mhm,” you nodded desperately.

“Are you sure you can take it?” he beckoned, a wicked smirk gracing his soft pink lips.

“Y-yes,” you whispered.

“I can’t hear you,” Din growled, giving you another spank. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” you cried, “P-please Din, fuck, please. I want it.”

“Dirty girl.” He gritted out, slowly pushing his digit inside of you.

Maker, you were full. In every way imaginable, Din was filling you up, stretching you wide, and it felt… amazing. You began to rock your hips over his cock as he lazily thrust his finger inside your asshole, and you felt yourself panting with every little stroke and movement.

“You look so good, like this,” Din gasped. “Won’t last long.”

And, he didn’t. The second he felt you cumming on top of him, your walls gripping his girth tighter than a vice, he came undone. His load was large, as expected, as his seed spurted in ropes inside of you. Din’s hands wrapped around your stomach and he began to rub soothing circles in your tummy. You didn’t lift off him, but instead, relished the feeling of his cock softening inside of you.

“Maybe this time it’ll work,” he grumbled. “And if not, we’ll keep trying. I won’t stop til I’ve put a baby inside of you, cya’re.”

You hummed and stretched out over him, resting your sticky forehead against his. “Good job we have all honeymoon.”

Din chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek with his hand. Well, if you’d accomplished one thing, it was that Din was certainly feeling more relaxed, that’s for sure.

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You know those stories that find you at the perfect time and change everything? That is this, a thousand times over. I have thought of nothing but this since I even read the summary for it, like the concept alone is that good, but then the writing was so beautiful and the emotions so genuine and heartfelt and your care for the story and characters just so profound, this is. This is my favorite piece of literature bar none right now. I know you said you wrote this for yourself, so I just wanted to take a second to express how beyond grateful I am that you were brave and kind enough to share it with us, too. I am so moved every time I sit down to read this, and I don’t know how you do it, but every single section has a line that just. Slaps me in the face because it’s either the softest damn thing I’ve ever read, or it’s so raw and heartbreaking and real that it cracks me right open. Okay, so as it is probably already clear, I’m gonna level with you and say I absolutely did read this thing in its entirety, selfishly, without stopping to say “hi oh my god you angel of a human being you ROCK.” I just couldn’t stop!!! But anyway I have Feelings, and you deserve to know how beautiful your words and story are so I hope you don’t mind that I’m sharing my thoughts from the perspective of someone who has experienced all the magic you have unleashed upon us thus far. :D

Okay so WOW can I just start with the concept here? The way you have woven your world building with what we already know about Mandalorians from the show is… do you know, I think they missed a hell of an opportunity here. (But also I’m glad they did because it is PERFECT in your hands.) It just fits. The way they love foundlings in canon, and how it translates into this reverent kind of soul mate bond here. But also, no, that’s not quite right because what you’ve done is even better than soul mates. They CHOOSE each other, because Din recognizes Grogu’s trauma and asks him what he wants!!! My heart cannot take it. God. To love a child like that. That’s it, isn’t it? I’m not yet blessed with any of my own, but if I am ever able to adopt, I can only hope I will be like Din. No, he isn’t perfect and I love how you have him make mistakes, but he is TRYING. He’s trying, and he loves so fiercely, and I cannot wait to discuss (please read: absolutely scream and cry and flail) with you about some of the Soft moments that make me lose my mind later on, and yes it does make me cry even just thinking about it. But also kudos to you, dear writer, for being able to create those emotional scenes and capture that love,,, I really admire you a lot for putting so much heart into this. I can feel it.

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Let me tell you how much this comment made my entire week. I’ve been wiped tired and struggling to write for the next chapter to my fic, but then open up my inbox and find THIS. My heart is full.

Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/28959012/chapters/71060928

[beann-e]

MHA Characters reacting to you forgetting something at the store

Read Part Two Here

Bakugou

-he’s so fun to write because he’s almost always pissed at everything so i’m guessing you can already sense the energy he has when you say you forgot something

- i’m sure you don’t even have to tell him he can just feel it

Your hands were sweaty as your grip tightned and loosened on your jeans. Hands moving up and down grabbing them in fistfuls. Your teeth grazing against the inside of your mouth as you chewed at it.

Heart racing , head growing hot as you took in a shaky breath.

“ babe yo— “

‘ oh shit he knows ‘

you heard the deep grunt that shook you even more in your seat causing you to shake in fear “ y/n “

“ h-huh “

“ what the fuck did you forget this time “

you smiled softly lips jerking up into a ridged smile instead of a soft one

“ forget ? I don’t — babe I didn’t forget anything “

“ don’t fuck with me y/n “

his voice was harsh “ what did you forget “

you looked to the car mat as you let your words out softly “ d-dinner “

his jaw dropped open as he sat in shock repeating after you

“ d-dinner “ it took him a minute to register what you just said still not registering as you bit at your lip

“ y/n please answer me carefully when I say these next few words “ his grip on the steering wheel tightned

“ you forgot dinner “

“ yes “

“ we went to the store for groceries “

“ yes “

“ for dinner “

“ no “

“ for dinner “ he said louder not wanting to hear your lie again

“ yes “

“ ok so why did you not get dinner “

“ b-because I — I forgot I went In and I didn’t get anything that I said I was going to I got side tracked i’m sorry i’m sorry “

he shook his head in understanding calming down “ yeah — yeah gotcha “

he moved his hands to play a drumbeat on the steering wheel “ no dinner —- got it babe — theres snacks in my backseat but no din din got it “

his voice soared as he just got even more pissed when thinking about what just happened

“ then why the fuck did you let me drive all the way home y/n ? “

he moved to point at his dashboard “ gas baby gas cost money “

he was fuming “ money that I don’t feel like spending on gas — who the fuck wants to drop 40 on gas that won’t even last “

you moved to look out the window “ ok well you don’t have to be sucha meanie about it “

“ BABE YOU FORGOT DINNER “

“ well some people forget more meaningful things “

“ DINNER IS NOT MEANINGFUL TO YOU “ his eyes were wide open as he stared at you in pure shock

you sighed as you tapped your foot on the floor

“ I think some people are just extremely dramatic — we can just go back we have enough gas right now “

“ and you don’t even care “ he let out a small scoff

“ I am in pure amazement that your sitting here — even while i’m driving back to the store—without a care in the world that you were so afraid to speak that you were gonna let us starve until you felt like saying something “

“ hey — at least I said something before you got out of the car “

“ give me the card “

“ what but kats “

“ no your shopping privileges are revoked “

you pouted as you opened your wallet pulling out your family card before placing it in his hand looking up at him “ kats can you get “

“ no “

“ but “

“ i’m sticking to the list “

“ but I just want some ice cream “

he looked at you like you’d just commited a federal crime as his eyes slanted at you

“ as much shit as you brought out the store i’ll be damned if I buy you ice cream “

he moved to open the car door reaching over the driver seat to point at a bag that was open and falling over “ you forgot dinner but bought fucking raisins babe ? how does that make sense? “

“ they looked lonely on the shelf — and I had a sudden craving “

you watched as he rolled down the windows a little before slamming the car door mumbling to himself that he was the new grocery shopper and why did he even allow you to go on your own just for you to spend his money on nonsense — his hard earned money

he cursed you as your voice came out loud through the window crack

“ ICE CREAM BABE — ice crea— “

“ i’m not getting you fucking ice cream you shitty shopper “

you slumped back in your seat crossing your arms as everyone stared at the interaction happening in front of them.

You ignoring them and playing on your phone

you were used to the stares

people didn’t understand how you and your boyfriends relationship worked if you two just went back and forth all the time

they didn’t understand your love that was wrapped up in every disagreement

A case and point of that is when you watched your husband walk back to the car.

His hands full of bags showing off the fact that he didn’t need a cart as he shoved everything in the backseat switching between that and the trunk until he got in the car a small bag tucked into his lap as he sat down

Putting on his seatbelt throwing a bag that slapped you across your face and fell into your own lap

“ eat it and fucking enjoy because “ you watched as he reversed the car head turned back and arm behind the head of your seat

His eyes occasionally sweeping over you

“ it’s salad for the next few weeks since I had to go in the store — I got what I like and your gonna fucking enjoy it “

“ but kats I don’t want salad I wanted pasta I went to the store to get pasta “

his eyes fell on yours as he finally turned back around to put the car in drive voice low as he moved his hand to sit on your thigh squeezing it as he waited for traffic to pass “ or just starve fuck if I care “

You sighed out as you grabbed the spoon that was attached to the packaged icecream his eyes watching you with interest as you smiled brightly after your first spoonful.

He sighed out in happiness as he shook his head

“ god — even after you wasted my gas, made me go In the store and interact with assholes, and even fucking forgot my dinner “

he laughed as he thought about his next words “ I don’t — I don’t love you any less instead I love you more “

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taste you on my tongue

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Reader

Words: 9441 (I can’t fucking write anything shorter I’m sorry)

Warnings: Angst and Smut. Helmet is on and then it’s off. Oral (male receiving). Soft then rough sex. Breeding kink. Touch kink. Hand kink? Dirty/Sweet Talk. Mando feels primal when he sees you wearing his shirt and flirting with someone that isn’t him.

Summary: The Revenant was a fairly spacious gunship compared to others and you prided yourself in keeping it running for this long, especially after you were told it would soon lose its “life force.” But when a certain Mandalorian and his foundling join your ship following a disastrous mission, you find that the Revenant isn’t as big as you initially thought. In fact, it is much less private than you wish to admit and you find yourself escaping to a cantina one night to avoid the bounty hunter who isn’t aware of the effect he has on you. The problem is, the Mandalorian doesn’t like to share anything with anyone, and that rule applies to you. Unfortunately (or perhaps luckily) for you, you learn about this rule the hard way.

A/N: I hope yall like these because I’m currently spiraling down a Din Djarin hole and I’m not remotely apologetic. Let me know how it is in the comments and how I can make the smut better or the characterization better. Please, I can’t improve unless yall tell me what I’m doing wrong. Also, I promise to write more smut than angst next time. Enjoy :) And @purple-mango​ sorry it wasn’t as rough as you probably hoped, I was feeling soft Din but mark my words, the next one will be rough.

The obnoxious laughter coming from one of the corners of the cantina made you shake your head as the tavern-keeper approached you and motioned towards your glass. He smiled when you enthusiastically nodded and held out the finished drink, silently asking him to pour some more of the Tevraki whiskey because there was nothing you wanted more than to forget the past few months.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There was something, or rather someone, that you wanted more than your need to set aside what’s been going on since that shitshow of a showdown on Tatooine. Coincidentally, or perhaps ironically, that someone had to do with what happened on the desert planet. You smiled at the man in front of you who knew better than to argue about how many drinks you’ve downed thus far. 

As the thoughts slithered back to the source of your frustration, you couldn’t help but let your eyes take in your surroundings, shamelessly hoping to find someone who could fill that deep-seated need seeping through your chest and into your heart. No one would compare to him of course, and you knew that very well. But you couldn’t stand another hour on that ship without scratching that itch that’s been bothering you ever since he joined your ship with that annoyingly cute green goblin. You took a sip and returned your attention to the man wiping down the counter in front of you, already thinking of just skipping all the pleasantries and going back to his place.

“If you point him out to me, I can pay him a visit later and roughen him up a bit.” He leaned over and pointed behind you, pouring himself a shot of some weird blue drink before moving in closer to you again.

“Sorry?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what he was referring to or if you had even begun a conversation with him.

“The sleemo that rejected you sweetheart. Why else would you be drowning in my best stuff?” He winked at you and you barely managed to not visibly gag at the ways his eyes raked over your form. Did he think this was the way to flirt?

“Maybe I just love drinking liquid fire, sweetheart. Have you thought of that?” You hoped you weren’t being too sarcastic with him because if there was the slightest chance of getting laid tonight, then you were going to do everything in your power to take it and run considering how there was no chance of you asking your now-permanent “roommate” for those kinds of services. 

“Maybe. Either way, I’d love to help you forget about that sucker.” You took a deep breath and willed yourself to not punch him in the eye because the thought of being able to forget about the beskar-clad bounty hunter, even for a few hours only, sounded incredibly pleasant.

“Oh aren’t you sweet? So selfless and confident too.” You forced a smile before downing the rest of the whiskey and tapping on the glass again. If you were going to get fucked by someone like him, you needed at least three more drinks or else you wouldn’t be able to imagine the Mandalorian in his place. You chuckled at the depressing thought because here you were trying to forget about the man himself and yet went out of your way to make sure you were sort of able to pretend he was the one showing you the stars. 

“Believe me darling, my intentions are strictly...honorable.” He poured you another drink and took a shot with you, his eyes widening in shock when you didn’t bother to wait another second before downing the whole glass in one go. 

“Damn baby, he hurt you that bad?” You raised an eyebrow at his inquiry and didn’t know why the question bothered you so much. As much as you hated to admit it, the answer was a hard yes. 

“Hah, hurt doesn’t even begin to cover it. And you know what the worst part is? He doesn’t even know he’s doing it.” You didn’t bother to ask him for another drink, jumping on top of the counter before leaning down and grabbing the whiskey bottle from the shelf right in front of his knees. 

“You mean he’s still here?” He didn’t question your behavior, letting you take a long sip from the bottle before smiling down at your dazed expression. 

“Here. There. Everywhere. He’s fucking everywhere all the damn time. I...he’s- maker...I can’t get him out of my kriffing mind. And the funny thing is, he probably doesn’t waste a second of thought on me. I’m just...someone with a fucking ride that can get him from one planet to the next.” You traced random patterns on the cold tile of the counter and didn’t realize that someone had occupied the seat just opposite of you and trying his hardest to ignore the way the patrons across the room continued to stare at you like you were a piece of meat. 

“Darling, he isn’t worth your time. You need someone that...appreciates you. Tells you how good you’ve been.” You knew the man in front of you was just saying those lovely things to get in your pants but you couldn’t help the next few words from stopping even if you tried.

“Yes...gods, yes. Yes I do. But I wanted him to appreciate me. I wanted him to tell me how good I’ve been. I can’t blame him for not bothering to thank me though because it’s hard for him to hold a conversation longer than five minutes. I get that, he’s not used to it, he hasn’t needed to for so long. But it wouldn't hurt to acknowledge me every once in a while you know. I mean, do you know anyone else who’d willingly put their entire life on hold just to help some random introvert and his child find their way through this kriffing shithole of a system?” You knew you shouldn’t be saying any of those things out loud, let alone to a complete stranger. But he struck a nerve and you couldn’t take not another minute of not telling anyone how you truly felt. You needed to get some things off your chest and you sure as hell weren’t about to complain to the man waiting for you back on the ship.  

“And- and do you know anyone that would readily give up their most valuable position in this world to a stranger they just met? I don’t.” You violently shook your head at him and felt your eyes fill with tears when you saw the way the man was looking at you. His eyes shot down to the bottle in your hand and you unceremoniously raised it to your lips before taking a long swig of the burning liquid, hoping by some miracle that this was enough to make you forget all about his stupid strut and his annoyingly low and gruff voice and the way he was so effortlessly kind to the kid.

“That ship. It’s- oh gah, it’s been with me through the worst fucking jobs. I fought for it, almost sold my kriffing bo-...almost sold something priceless to ensure it isn’t taken from me again. And it only takes some damn beskar-wearing, quiet, fucking who-knows-what-species nerfherder to save me once for me to voluntarily hand it over to him. Like it wasn’t a piece of me...like it wasn’t my home.” You were over sharing at this point and you noticed the way the man was beginning to lose interest in you  so you made sure to grab his shirt and pull him closer to you before grabbing his forearm and digging your nails into it to keep his attention.

“Have you heard of the Revenant? You must have heard of the Revenant. There is no way you haven’t-”

“Yes, yes. I’ve heard of it.” He was exasperated but continued to attend to you, shamelessly letting his eyes follow a drop of whiskey roll down your shirt in between the valley of your breasts. You fixed your posture, pushing your tits together and giving him an eyeful of skin before ranting to him again.

“That’s my baby. My pride and joy. I always made sure everyone at the dock knew who it belonged to. Know why?” You grabbed his hand and pulled on it to make sure he was listening to you, laughing when he tiredly leaned down and forced himself to look away from your sweaty chest to your eyes. 

“Enlighten me sweetheart.”

“Because it’s one of the biggest gunships out there. So much space that I don’t actually use. It’s a fucking beauty...but you know what? It’s all a lie. A sad, unfortunate lie. Because it took me spending the better half of the year with that kid and his tincan of a guardian to realize just how small it is. It’s like he put his mark on every corner of my home on purpose...just to drive me insane. Every time I sit somewhere where I’m sure he wouldn’t bother to come to, I’d still smell that- that...that fucking scent of his that I can’t, for the life of me, figure out what it is.” You had thankfully placed the whiskey bottle away from you and didn’t try to fight the tavern-keeper when he took it and put it back on the shelf, instantly returning to you to make sure you weren’t about to break anything.

“I even gave him my room. My room! Because ‘no one can see my face’ so he needs some privacy away from me but then there’s the whole ‘the child stays with me all the time’ and that womp rat can sleep in the little cot in my room with him while also giving him some privacy. Which leaves me, you guessed it, in the shitty lower deck where there is no door, not even a curtain, to give me some semblance of solitude.” You didn’t realize how harshly you were breathing until you stopped speaking and noticed the way the stranger continued to look at you. 

“It has been a literal hell not being able to get myself off because he can walk in on me at any given moment. Picture that, not getting off for almost a year while being forced to remain in the same vicinity as him.” You didn’t care when you saw the man almost choke on his drink at your bold admission and looked around to make sure no one heard you. “Ughh, you’ve been such a good boy listening to me whining all night long and I think you deserve a treat.” You knew you had him as soon as he shivered at the way your fingers moved beneath his shirt and scratched his neck. “You look like the kind of guy that could fuck me within an inch of my life. Right?”

“Ah huh. Y-yeah.” He licked his lips before setting down the towel in his hands and inching closer towards you. And you silently swore at how absolutely pathetic he was because not a minute ago, he was trying to find a way out of this conversation and here he was thinking with his probably-disappointing dick. 

“Good. And I promise to make it worth your while if you manage to make me forget his name.” You leaned across the counter and were about to kiss him when you saw something move across your peripheral vision, something that looked oddly familiar to your completely hazed mind. 

“And what’s his name, baby? So I make sure you can’t rememb-” Before he could finish whatever he was about to say, you felt a large hand wrap around your upper arm and pull you back from the bartender and off of the stool. You almost tripped as you struggled to stand and huffed in anger before raising your voice to the distinguished individual who thought this was the time to fuck with you. 

“Hey what are y-” You were about to take a swing at whoever it was currently bruising your arm when you followed the glint of the familiar metal and were met with your reflection staring right back at you. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you blinked in confusion a few times at the visor currently tilted in an almost judgemental manner at you before attempting to wipe your hair with your other hand.

The Mandalorian slowly changed his focus to the man behind the bar and threw a few credits at him, hands immediately lowering to the blaster in his side holster when he saw where the tavern-keeper’s eyes moved towards. The stranger could only hold up his hand in defeat before walking towards the other side of the bar to lick his invisible wounds. The Mandalorian’s helmet turned to the rest of the cantina, daring anyone to approach the two of you before you left. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to follow the two of you as you returned to the Revenant. He could feel his patience withering away with every passing moment you decided to share what’s on your mind with the rest of the universe but him. 

“Let me go.” You whispered to him, eyes maintained to the ground and cringing when you felt his hold on your arm tighten at the request. Before you could ask him again, Mando was turning around and walking out of the busy cantina, pulling you along with him aggressively and not leaving any room for negotiation. You winced as he pulled you like a child through the streets, avoiding the concerned and intrigued looks you were receiving. He was much taller than you and you laughed when you realized it must have been a sight to see some random woman getting dragged along by an angry bounty hunter. Mando couldn’t help but turn towards you when he heard your giggles break the silence, his annoyance spiking because there was absolutely nothing humorous about this situation. 

You noticed the way he was staring at you and decided to quiet down, swallowing the lump in your throat as the cold air hit your sweaty skin and made you shiver. 

As you moved closer to the ship, you realized there was a chance he heard what you had to say about him and your ship. Hurt and anxiety rose up your throat and before you could attempt and control the all too familiar feeling, you were tripping over your feet and falling to the ground, instantly vomiting everything you’d managed to eat and drink in the last couple of hours. 

The Mandalorian hoped his obviously misplaced outrage wasn’t what led you to such a violent reaction, and he kneeled down immediately to hold your hair away from your face. When he saw tears falling down your cheeks and how hard you were breathing beneath him, something snapped in his chest and he knew he was definitely the reason behind this severe response. 

“Don’t- oh gah….kriffing look at me.” You spat in between words and turned away from him, holding onto your stomach and to the grass beneath you as you continued to empty your stomach in the middle of the forest. At least you weren’t in the city anymore. 

“We’re close to the ship,” he didn’t know what else to say and chose to state the obvious instead, afraid of using a harsher tone with you. Actually, he did know what to say, he just didn’t trust himself to speak the words out loud yet.

“Wopty fucking doo for-” once again, you opened your mouth and dry heaved until you were sure there wasn’t a single drop of whiskey in your system, “you and your stupid kriffing-” 

“Please Ad'ika, let me-” You visibly shook at the familiar endearment you’ve heard him whisper to the child so often when he thought you weren’t around. It hurt to know he was throwing it around as if he wasn’t twisting the knife inside your heart with every breath he took near you. 

“Let m-me go, p-please.” Mando’s sudden intake of breath was as loud as the silence engulfing the two of you and you swallowed your pride before looking into his visor, well aware of how awful you must have looked without the reflection staring back at you. He, on the other hand, grasped in that moment just how deep your words in the cantina were and instead of listening to you and allowing you a moment alone, he took a deep breath before softly pushing back your hair and wrapping one arm around your waist. You didn’t have any time to question him as the other went beneath your thighs and before you knew it, you were holding onto his cowl for dear life as he quietly walked up the ramp of the Revenant with you in his arms. 

Mando pushed in the code to shut the hatch before making his way through the quiet halls of the ship, reaching hi- your room and going straight to the bed he has occupied in the last few months. As he put you down, he took notice of your body language and knew instantly how self-conscious you must have felt laying on the bed he’s been using since he joined you. The same bed which you sort of commented about not an hour ago. He watched as you forced a smile as soon as you saw the familiar green little womp rat peeking its head right before descending from the safety of his crib and wobbling towards you. 

You tried to leave the bed but Mando was ahead of you, gently pushing your shoulder until you realized there was no room for arguing with him. Leaning down, he took the kid and put him back in the crib before telling him he couldn’t cuddle with you tonight. 

You kept your hands clasped together and refused to look at him, eyes taking in the room no longer familiar to you. He’d moved things around, even put things away that he didn’t need. Your gaze shifted towards him unintentionally as you saw him approach you with a cup of water and wet towel. Pushing the covers towards you, he sat near your thighs as he handed you the water and began to softly wipe at your cheeks and forehead. 

You shut your eyes out of fear of giving more away just by staring at his visor and Mando thanked the stars you had because he wasn’t sure he could truly look at you if they were still open. It was a ridiculous thought because he was wearing a mask and you’d never know how much he loved committing all those little muscle twitches to memory. But it felt strangely intimate to return your gaze and he didn’t want to make you any more uncomfortable tonight. 

You sighed heavily at his touch and felt pathetic at how starved you were for anything that had to do with him. The man was wearing gloves and wasn’t technically trailing his fingers over your skin but it still felt difficult to contain yourself.

When he was done, he stood up and moved to the refresher, giving you a few moments alone before he imposed on you again. You gulped down the water and placed the cup on the floor near you, looking out of the large window to your right and noticing the dark blue skies moving slowly above you. It took you a few minutes to recognize that what you were feeling was no longer hurt but confusion. He’s acted so differently tonight and you hated to think it was because he was pitying you. It didn’t matter anymore whether he’d heard what you said about him or not. He would have found out sooner or later, and if you were being honest, you felt like he probably had some inclination for a while before but chose to not bring any attention to the topic to save you from embarrassment and rejection.

“Get some rest.” You turned towards him again, not realizing he’d come back into the room and was standing right beside you. Mando tried his hardest not to give away any of his thoughts but you knew what he was thinking as soon as you saw his helmet tilt down just below your neck. 

When you followed his line of sight, you felt ill again but for a completely different reason. Of course this would get worse. You weren’t planning on seeing him tonight and you told yourself you’d have plenty of time to change out of his shirt but it seemed that the universe was not making this any easier on you. Mando couldn’t stop staring at the shirt wrapped so loosely around your smooth skin and how large it looked on you. If he was a decent man, he would have turned away when he saw you shifting uncomfortably under his gaze but he couldn’t help taking in the way your body seemed to react to his presence and before he could think about it, he was stepping closer to the bed and reaching out to touch the material of his shirt falling down your shoulder.

“I- I’m sorry about your s-” The words died in your throat when you felt his gloved fingers trailing down your exposed clavicle and you were torn between asking him what he was doing and letting him carry on without interrupting his curiosity. Mando barely held himself back from pushing you down into the covers and taking what he now knew was his but he noticed the sudden goosebumps erupt on your skin and finally managed to meet your eyes through the visor. The way you were returning his gaze was perhaps too much for him and he flinched away from you, clearing his throat and willing himself to think of anything else but the way you were practically begging him to take you. You parted your lips to say something but couldn’t find your voice, afraid you’d push him more than he could take and drive him away all together. 

“It’s fine. It’s...I don’t mi- forget about it. You need to rest.” He spoke softly before walking towards the cot nearby and pushing the crib out of the door. 

“Wh-where will you sleep?” You sat up and knew he noticed how much you were holding onto every single interaction with him.

“Good night,” he didn’t bother to respond to the question, turning off the lights and shutting the door behind him before making his way to the cockpit. You sat in silence for a few moments before slithering under the covers, sighing in annoyance when you noticed just how much this entire room smelled like him. Pushing your face into the pillow, you took a deep breath and felt shaken to the core when you were hit with Mando’s distinctive scent: sweat, beskar, and that damn featherfern wash he somehow found every time you flew by Nevarro. 

As you looked out the metal blinds, you tried to brace yourself for the conversation you were most definitely going to have with the Mandalorian the next day. You knew for a fact that whatever decision he’d take will ultimately hurt you because there were really only two options available, one of which involved him and the child leaving and the other would lead to them staying but making things awkward since there was not a single chance he would reciprocate your feelings. 

And the worst part was, you weren’t sure which was more painful.

The Mandalorian sat quietly in the cockpit for a while, making sure you were asleep so as to not wake you up as he moved through the Revenant. Seeing that the kid was fast asleep, he found himself leaving the small space and navigating to the lower deck. He passed by your room and noticed the lights were off, sighing in relief at knowing that you were finally resting comfortably. Arriving at the lower deck, he stood at the entrance of the large room and felt his chest tighten once he took in the state of the space. Turning on the lights, he immediately noticed your makeshift cot in the far right corner, unable to stop himself from moving towards it to inspect it. He shook his head in anger but this time it was aimed at himself and not you or the random tavern keeper who couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. 

How did he not know of this arrangement? And why did he not ask about your sleeping situation the day he joined your ship? Was he truly that unconcerned with anyone else but the kid or was it because he was reluctant to listen to Peli when she recommended you?

He’d only been in the lower deck for a few moments yet he felt his skin crawl with goosebumps. It was awfully cool down here and it took him another ten seconds to acknowledge that you’ve been living and sleeping here for this long without complaining once to him. 

Everything you said about him earlier tonight crashed into him like a wave of guilt and he couldn’t stay in the room any longer, making his way back to the upper deck to try and figure out what he would say to you come tomorrow. As he slowly moved through the dark hallways of the Revenant, he heard a faint voice coming from the upper deck, muscles tensing instantly when he walked past your room and noticed you weren’t on the bed.

Not wanting to disturb you, he waited right outside the cockpit and listened to you humming to the child. He must have woken up and found his way back to you. As he crossed his arms and stood behind the door, he couldn’t help but notice how soft your voice was as you continued to sing a lullaby to the little womp rat. 

How could he have not noticed…

“There you go, you little green goblin. If only I could sleep as quickly as you.” You whispered to him before tucking him into the crib while continuing to rub his abnormally large ears. “Your dad is really funny...thinking I’d be able to sleep in that room with his scent all over it.” 

Maker, how were you so forthright with everyone but him? It hurt to know that he wasn’t someone you could whisper your little secrets to. Then again, it made sense since all of your secrets seemed to involve him.

“I pray he doesn’t tell me he has to leave now that he knows I...ughh, for both of our sakes little one.” Mando noticed the way you seemed incapable of finishing your sentences whenever you spoke about him and a deep part of him wished you would, if only to hear the adoration in your words. Rarely anyone spoke of him so softly and he had a feeling he’d only ever accept such words from you. It was quiet for a few minutes before he heard you whisper to the kid again. 

“It just hurts to know that he’ll never see me as...as a-” He wasn’t sure if it was the heartbreaking tone of your voice or if it was the way you were reluctant to say your heart’s desire out loud but Mando couldn’t stand another second of you thinking you weren’t important to him.

“As a what?” His voice came out harsher through the vocoder and he winced at himself when he vaguely heard you jumping from the chair. A soft hiss came from the cockpit and he took a deep breath when he realized you’d just shut the crib and moved to leave the room. As you stepped out, Mando forced his eyes to remain on your face, refusing to look at your exposed legs or the way his shirt seemed to end right beneath your upper thighs.

Softly shutting the door, you walked to the opposite side of the room and knew the Mandalorian must have noticed your need to put as much space between the two of you as possible. 

“We need to stop running into each other like this,” you laughed awkwardly and anxiously ringed your fingers, glancing at his visor before turning away and looking everywhere else but him. Okay, so humor wasn’t going to get you out of this situation. 

“How’s your head?” You could feel how on edge he was and decided to answer with short and straightforward responses just to avoid any more awkwardness. 

“M-much clearer.” You stood in silence until you heard the Mandalorian pushing off of the opposite wall and heading towards you. You didn’t have anywhere to go, eyes snapping to the door right behind him and knowing there was no way you could try to walk around him.

He stopped a couple of feet away from you and you ceased to breathe when you noticed how awfully close he was to you. 

“Answer my question.” His voice was dangerously low and you found it difficult to try and think of anything to say when he was giving you no room to breathe. 

“I- I did?” Your voice was far from confident and you watched as he gently took off both of his gloves before shoving them into his pockets. Even though he willingly removed them in front of you, you didn’t allow yourself to look at his skin, afraid you’d somehow offend him and his Creed. But then you saw his hand move towards your face, and gasped when you felt his fingers tilting your chin so you were looking into his visor. There was not an inclination of an emotion available to you but you forced yourself to keep your eyes open nonetheless. 

“How do you want me to see you Mesh'la?” Mando whispered down to you and you swore his voice was hoarse as he spoke to you but you didn’t allow this moment to get to your head. It would hurt more than anything if…

“It d-doesn’t matter.” You blinked away the tears, wanting to wipe your face before anymore were shed but not finding it in yourself to move away from him. But then you felt his thumb softly rubbing at your wet skin, making you almost lose your composure as soon as he stepped closer in your space until your back hit the wall. 

“I’m sorry Cyar'ika,” his chest was inches from your face, cornering you beneath his other arm before leaning down and resting his forehead against yours. You couldn’t breath, not when he was suddenly filling all of your senses as if it was the most natural thing to do. He felt your tears roll around his thumb and couldn’t bear the thought of you crying because of him.

“I’m sorry for making you think you don’t matter...you do, not just to the kid but- but to me as well.” Your knees gave out on you as soon as you heard Mando’s confession, barely managing to grab onto his forearms right before buckling against him. The Mandalorian wasn’t sure if that was the kind of reaction he was looking for but he immediately wrapped his arms around your back and legs before pulling you against his chest. You nuzzled into his chest and kept a tight hold on him as he walked through the dimly lit hallways back to your room. He could feel goosebumps take over the skin of your thighs where he was touching you and tried to distract himself from pushing you down into the middle of the Revenant and taking you right then and there. You deserved more than that. 

As he reached the room and laid you on the bed, he felt your fingers clasp onto him harder and when his eyes trailed over your face, he knew you were silently begging him not to leave. 

“I’m not going anywhere Ad'ika.” His reassuring tone tugged at your heart and you swallowed the lump in your throat as you watched him walk to the door and shut it behind him before moving to the refresher. You heard him shuffle around and allowed your mind to calm down, knowing very well that Mando wasn’t unkind and wouldn’t lead you on just to leave you. But then he walked out without his beskar armor and you swore you died and joined the stars. His helmet looked odd without his normal clothing and you knew he could probably see you shamelessly ogling him from across the room. 

He walked to you and stood to the side, and you realized he was probably nervous. You pushed yourself against the wall and threw back the covers, hoping he’d understand what you wanted of him.

“Can I-”

“Please.” You cut him off before he could finish his question and he took a deep breath before laying on the bed and moving as close to you as possible. Before he could throw the covers over the two of you, you were already laying your head on his chest and wrapping an arm around him, fingers fisting into the soft material of his shirt unintentionally as you felt him relax beneath you.

You weren’t sure how long it’s been but you felt his heart rate finally come back to normal. Hoping you weren’t being too forward with him, you took his hand into yours and brought it to your lips, softly kissing his knuckles before turning his palm over to lay a kiss on his wrist. Mando was losing every ounce of control left in his body and his arm tightened around your back as soon as he felt the tip of your tongue against his hand. 

“Pfassk,” you flinched at the rough expletive and raised your head to look at him, finding his visor already tilted down towards you. “I- I’m sorry I’ll stop if-”

“No..n-no, don’t stop. It just- you took me by surprise.” His chest was rising and falling more rapidly and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was as affected by this new level of ‘intimacy’ as you were, if not more.

You felt bold at his request, kicking the covers away before sitting up and moving to straddle his thighs. Mando was breathing harshly and mirrored your actions, sitting up against the cool metal of the wall before laying his hands on top of your exposed thighs. He let himself take in the way your skin flushed under his touch and smiled to himself when he continued to inch his smooth hands over your upper thighs until his shirt rid up your legs and revealed the pastel color of your undergarment. 

“Cyar'ika…” He sighed when he finally forced himself to meet your eyes and found them dilated until there was barely any color left in them. You wanted to ask him what that word meant but chose to file it for later. Placing your hands on top of his, you smiled down at him before pulling them towards your lips and kissing his palms. Almost instantly, you felt him twitch against you, unable to control himself from bucking his hips against your heated core. You let go of his hands and laid your own on his chest, throwing your head back when you felt his tight grip on your thighs. You could tell he wanted to apologize but gave him no chance to do so, sliding against him until you were sure he was painfully hard beneath you.

“Maker...I- I could almost taste you on my tongue Mando. When you- you left me in here all by myself. I couldn’t sleep, n-not when I could smell you on these covers, not when I could feel you on my skin. I..gods, wanted to kiss you then, and- and I wanted to taste your- you...Please, c-can I? P-please-” You dug your nails into his chest and heard him throw his head back against the wall with every confession you moaned to him. He was never this unhinged and you wished to see him come absolutely undone at your touch.

“A-are you sure?” It pained him to ask but he needed to be sure that you wouldn’t regret this. Regret him. 

“Mando, have you not listened to anything I’ve said tonight?” As much as you hated to remind him of the earlier and rather embarrassing events, you wanted him to know just how much he meant to you. You knew he was reluctant to let this relationship move forward and you couldn’t really blame him. This was all new to him. But you also didn’t want to stall, not when the two of you have become so aware of the other’s feelings.

You continued to rub yourself on him, shaking with anticipation when you heard him moan through the vocoder as you pressed yourself more confidently down on him. 

“Mesh'la I-” Without warning, you took one of his hands and pushed it to your lips, slowly taking two of his fingers into your mouth and swirling your tongue around them until his moans grew louder. And when he pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, you gripped his wrist tightly and groaned, making sure he could feel how much you wanted him. 

“Y-you’re killing me sweet girl.” He wanted to loosen his hold on you, to take things slow, to not let himself get carried away with you, but he didn’t find it in himself to be gentle because he could feel how wet and needy you were above him and there was no way he was going to waste another second not being close to you.

“Please Mando, I want you, n-need to have you. I can make you feel so good. Please, can I?” You reached down and cupped him through his pants, finding him as hard as the beskar of his armor. He thrust up into your hand and swore violently before taking his hand away from your mouth and fisting it into your hair. You smiled when you felt him push you off of him, whispering something in Mando’a when he saw you pulling his pants down his thighs and throwing them behind you. 

You bit your lower lip before moving off of the bed and pushing his legs along with you as well. Mando sat up and forced his hands to remain by his side, afraid his enthusiasm would make him get too rough with you and scare you away. When you laid your hands on his knees and pushed them wide open so you could get comfortable between his legs, Mando’s hands tightened around the covers and he hissed when he saw the way you were eyeing his cock. You were staring at him like he was a piece of meat and he wasn’t sure if he loved it or was embarrassed by it. 

“Maker,” you whispered before dragging your nails up and down his thighs, watching as his cock twitched against his stomach every time you got a little aggressive with your touches. Looking up into his visor, you slowly leaned down and took the tip of his cock in your mouth, humming around him as you tasted precum leaking into your taste buds. That seemed to do it for him because one of his hands shot to the back of your head and fisted into your hair while the other moved down until it landed on your hand. He intertwined his fingers with yours and watched as you pulled back and licked the underside of his dick before spitting into your hand and wrapping it around him.

“M-mando, the taste of you,” you took as much of him in your mouth as possible while maintaining eye contact with his helmet, squeezing the base of his cock before reaching down and cupping his balls. Mando swore, involuntarily thrusting into your mouth and watching in awe as he saw a dangerous glint in your eyes right before you clasped his hand harder and somehow managed to take him in deeper. It was such a sight, holding affectionately onto your hand as you brought him to pleasure. Letting go of him with a pop, you laid wet kisses down the length of his cock, licking the protruding veins and smiling when you felt his hold tighten on your hair. “Is absolutely addicting.” 

You could tell the exact second he lost all semblance of control because one minute you were kneeling at his feet, and the next thing you knew, Mando was pulling you up by your hair and throwing you beneath him on the bed. You wiped your lips with the back of your hand, watching his muscles flex as he removed his shirt expertly over his helmet. The soft starlight coming through the metal blinds of the window shone onto his skin and you trailed your gaze down his chest, finding the golden brown tone of his scarred body absolutely breathtaking. 

“Mando, you’re beautiful.” You saw his hands begin to shake at your compliment, and you knew you’d take every chance you get from now on to tell him how much you adored him. You could hear him breathing through the mask and licked your lips when he looked down and saw the way you were playing with the hem of his shirt. Slowly, you began to pull on the soft material, about to take it off when he held onto your wrists. Your smile faltered for a second and hoped you didn’t somehow misunderstand his intentions.

The last thing Mando wished to see was your body giving away to shyness before him. Pushing your thighs open, he didn’t give you a chance to say anything else as he slid his fingers below the thin undergarment, violently ripping it off of you and discarding it onto the floor. You gasped when you felt him hard and heavy against your slit, taking both of his hands and pulling him towards you until he was only a hairbreadth away. He watched closely as you placed one hand around your throat while the other descended to your breast. You could tell Mando was reluctant to move so much an inch and when you pushed yourself against him, eyes daring him to do as he wishes, he found himself completely overtaken with the thought of you belonging to him and him only. You smiled when you felt the grip on your throat tighten, shutting your eyes and arching your back against him as the other cupped and pinched at your nipples through his shirt. 

“If you want me to fuck you tonight, Mesh'la, then you’re going to keep my shirt on.” He could feel you shaking in his arms and smiled to himself at the knowledge of how much he affected you. 

“Mando, please…” You would have continued begging him if he asked you to, but then he was moving away from you and leaning towards the window. Keeping your hands clasped to your chest, you watched as he shut the blinds until there wasn’t a single light shining into the room. You could barely see your own hands in the dark and wondered why he was shuffling above you. A soft hissing sound had you tensing in an instant and you ceased to breathe when you heard the faint sound of beskar hitting the ground. 

“M-mando?” The question was more reluctant than inquisitive and you didn’t have time to react as you felt him lean against you until you were touching every inch of his skin. You blinked a few times in vain, knowing there was no way you would be able to see anything. But then you felt something soft brush against your cheek and as you turned your head towards him, Mando was molding his lips with yours, swallowing your gasps and sucking on your tongue as soon as you melted into him. He pulled away against his own will, but not before pushing your jaw with his nose until your neck was available to him.

“And my name is Din sweet girl, Din Djarin. It better be the only word you scream tonight as I fuck this pretty little cunt. Understood?” You weren’t sure if it was his deep voice that made you speechless or the fact that he not only took off his helmet for you but willingly told you his name as well. You committed it to memory, hoping this wouldn’t be the only time he took off his helmet around you. You’d always wondered what he sounded like without it, not comprehending that it could be so much sweeter than what you’ve dreamed of. And by the gods, his lips. How were they so soft and gentle? Maker, he had a stubble too, not a rough one but just long enough to tickle your neck as he kissed and nipped at your clavicle.

“Answer me Ad'ika.” He bit your shoulder to grab your attention once more, chuckling above you when you nodded frantically against him. 

“You’re so soft Cyar'ika, I- I want to kiss every inch of your skin.” As much as you loved making him lose his mind at your touch, you had to admit you enjoyed him much more when he was in control. You smiled when he kissed along your shoulder before pushing down his shirt far enough to expose your breasts. Din bit down on his lower lip to contain himself, but then you were arching your back and pushing yourself into him and he couldn’t hold back. He kissed down your sternum, waiting until you relaxed in his arms before assaulting your nipples. You screamed his name as you felt his teeth tug on your nipple, hands shooting to his hair when you felt him grope and pull on the other. 

“Din, oh ma-maker- your mouth is...f-fuck.” You could tell he was smiling as he aggressively licked the hardened bud before sucking on it again. Din pushed his cock against your wet slit, growling when you pulled on his hair and cried his name like a sweet prayer. 

“I could smell your cunt sweet girl, so fucking wet and hot and ready for me.” Din pulled back and cornered you between his arms, bucking his hips into you until you were a needy and moaning mess beneath him. “Woke up countless times in this bed...hard and aching at the mere thought of you...d-dreaming of having you in my arms, wanting to sink into you, f-fuck you on every inch of this ship.” 

“Din, please...I need you.” 

The way you clawed at his back broke him and before he knew what he was doing, he was flipping you on your stomach and raising your hips against him.

“I need to have you Mesh'la.” Din leaned down and swiped your hair to the side, whispering the filthiest things in your ears as he took hold of his cock and rubbed it against your heat. 

“I’m yours Din, do what you want. Fuck me, ruin me...cum in me if you wish. Just p-please-”

You made it sound so simple, trusting him. It was an odd feeling to know how easily you were giving yourself to him. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, not after what you said tonight. But something about the way you offered yourself to him, especially with that last request, had him seeing stars.

Leaning down until his chest was sliding against your back, the Mandalorian held you against him with one arm across your front while he slowly slipped into your wet cunt. You sighed in unison, and Din felt a sense of pride fill his chest when you dug your nails into his arm while your legs began to shake beneath him.

“You’re a dream Cyar'ika, the best f-fucking dream I could ever have. And you’re all mine.”

“Y-yes, yours. I’ve always been yours, oh gods Din please, move. M-move.” You were babbling at this point but couldn’t find it in yourself to care, turning your head to the side just to feel him breathe against your cheek. His stubble rubbed deliciously at your heated and sensitive skin, and you would tell him later that you hoped he’d mirror those actions but elsewhere.

“So tight darling, I- you’re everything. The things I- uhhh, the thing I want to do to you.” Din achingly pulled out before snapping into you again, biting down on your shoulder when you clenched violently around him. 

“Din, oh Din-” You wished you could tell him how good he felt, how much he filled you, how often you craved having him inside you and how much you were losing it now that he was. But you couldn’t find a single word, not when he was fucking you like you were it for him.

The normally quiet man was groaning and hissing above you, pulling you along with him as he sat up and continued to fuck you relentlessly. You reached back and held his head against your neck, crying in pain and pleasure when he picked up the pace and his hold on your hip tightened. You were sure there would be bruise marks the next day but you couldn’t tell him to slow down or be a little less aggressive, not when you finally had him where you’ve wanted for so long. 

“Fuck, fuck….sweet girl, did- did you mean it?” He was asking you something and you didn’t really pay attention to him, focusing on the way he deliciously dragged against your tight walls over and over again. Din knew it wasn’t fair to ask you anything right now but he had to know. Needed to.

He stopped his movement all together, sinking as deep into you as possible and tightening his grip on your throat. 

“Pfassk...answer me darling.” Din whispered into your ears and reached down to where you were joined, softly slapping your clit until you twitched and begged him to repeat his words again.

“I said, did you fucking mean it when- kriffing hell, when you said I could...c-cum in you?” He was reluctant to ask but there was no point in denying either of you. 

“Yes, gods yes. I told you Din, d-do what you want with me.” You forcibly loosened the fingers around your throat and brought them to your lips, biting the palm of his hand as he resumed thrusting into you. 

“Mesh'la...you’re such a sweet girl, letting me b-breed you...taking my cock so well, letting me fill you up. You were made for me darling. This cunt, this sweetest and tightest kriffing pussy was made for my cock.” He pronounced each word with a harsh push of his hips and you smiled when you heard how low his voice suddenly became. The sounds of skin slapping on skin filled the room and you hoped the child wouldn’t wake up from how loud the two of you were being. 

“You’re mine darling. Won’t let anyone else touch you...fucking look at you even. Maker I- I almost lost it tonight in the cantina.” There was a hint of self-consciousness in his words and you hoped he didn’t think you could ever replace him.

“D-din..” You wanted to tell him no one else would compare but he didn’t give you a chance. 

“Talking about me like I- fuck, like I didn’t care about you, like I don’t picture you coming on my cock every waking moment of my day. And flirting with him in my shirt...my kriffing shirt. I almost lost it when he put his hands on you sweet girl.” You weren’t sure if he had somehow become harder inside you or if it was his words that made you attuned to the feeling of him pushing into your cunt but you turned your head and kissed his cheeks, hoping he’d understand what you were trying to tell him with your touches. 

“You’re the only one f-for me.” Din let go of your neck and held onto your hips, no longer caring about how rough he was being with you. Your heavy sighs were the only warning he had right before your tight walls convulsed around his dick and he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, falling on top of you and bucking his hips slowly into your cunt until you begged him to slow down.

“Cyare, ah pfassk, that’s it. Keep squeezing me darling. I’m so close, so close. Ah fuck, you’re mine. Mine, not letting you go. N-never letting you go. Oh maker...ner runi...ner. Ner. Riduur. My sweet girl...riduur.” Din didn’t realize what he’d said until the words were left hanging in the air and he felt a rush of relief wash over him as he finally admitted how he felt about you. 

“Din, I lo- ahh gods please.” He silenced your screams with his hand, losing his rhythm as he came in hot spurts of cum inside you. Din bit down onto your shoulder just as you bit on the palm of his hand, continuing to push his seed deep inside you until he felt you a mixture of your juices seeping out of you. Neither of you moved for a few moments, relishing the way you fit so perfectly with each other. You could feel him breathing heavily against your back and smiled with pride when you realized you were the only one that got to see him like this. 

Din didn’t want to stop touching you, falling to the side and grabbing your flush to him only to hiss when you unintentionally clenched around his softening cock. You kissed his wrist as he pulled the covers over the two of you, not bothering to move a muscle mostly because you knew he didn’t wish for you to leave him.

He kissed along the bruised ridges of your shoulders, drawing circles on your navel and smiling when you giggled beneath him.

“I wasn’t too rough with you was I?” He asked embarrassingly, not knowing what he’d do if you said yes. 

“You were perfect Din...you- you are perfect.” You turned your head far enough in hopes of catching his attention, letting out a deep breath when he leaned over and captured your lips in a chaste kiss. He was so soft and you didn’t know which side of him you enjoyed more but you were sure you wanted to get to know him, all of him. His likes and dislikes.

“Far from it Mesh'la. I...I went to the lower deck and saw where you’ve been sleeping.”

“Oh…”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Din rose on his elbow, seeking your hands in the dark and holding onto your fingers as he raised your hand to his mouth and kissed along your hand. 

“I- I didn’t want to make you think you weren’t welcome. Peli told me about the Creed and well, there isn’t any sort of privacy down there really. And the kid would’ve been cold. I know how much he likes to cuddle next to you when he sleeps.” 

“But you’ve been-”

“I’ve slept in worse conditions, believe me.” He didn’t say anything else in response but you knew he was very much thinking about it. 

“Din, I wouldn’t change a single moment. Not one. Because each one led me here, to this bed, in your arms. I would relive every mission and every cold night and every awkward conversation again if I knew I’d end up here with you. You’re the closest thing I have to a..a-”

“Family.” He broke the silence before lying back down and pulling you as close to him as possible.

“Promise me you won’t get drunk by yourself in a cantina again.” You wished you didn’t laugh out loud at the random request because Din swore behind you before his grip loosened a bit.

“I’m sorry I...I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just, here I am pouring my heart out and the only thing you could follow up with was that.” When he didn’t say anything in return, you grabbed his arm and pulled him back to you. “And yes, I promise not to get drunk in a cantina by myself ever again.”

“Good.”

“But I can’t really make any promises about not flirting with anyone because if it means I get to have you all hot and bothered then-”

“Sweet girl, you’re going to regret ever thinking of that…” 

Translations: 

Sleemo - This Huttese insult was pronounced slay-mo and translated as "slimeball," a rude insult.

Ad'ika - Little one

Mesh'la - Beautiful

Cyar'ika - Darling/Sweetheart

Pfassk - An adaptable expletive

Cyare - Beloved

Ner - Mine.

Runi - soul; only used poetically

Riduur - partner, spouse, husband/wife

[bakugosbratx]

omg could you do a dark villain Shoto x fem reader smut?

NSFW 18+ The Pawn— AU Villian! Shoto Todoroki x Fem! Reader

Warning: 18+ content. Unprotected sexual intercourse, alternate universe, toxic relationship, stolkholm syndrome, fluff, angst, gaslighting, manipulation, kidnapping, murder of family, punishment, bdsm, power play, yandere tendencies, etc.

Words: 2,410

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A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I am so sorry it took me forever to do it. But I hope it meets what you’re looking for. This is my first time writing for Shoto so I apologize in advance.

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“Any last words?” Shoto questions with a demeaning scowl of disgust, his index finger becoming restless on the pistol’s trigger. The barrel of the gun is resting on the man’s temple while he pleads for mercy.

“I’ll have your money by next week, I swear!” The man cried.

“You said that last time. To be quite frank, I’m not really fond of your lying, Y/L/N.” Shoto admits, cocking the gun so it can fire. The terrified man’s eyes grew wide as tears stream down his face.

“Shoto,” his breath hitches, “p-please. I have a family to take care of. A wife and two children. Please.”

Horrific muffled screams filled the kitchen where your family reside as the gunshot went off. Blood leaked from your father’s bullet wound onto the floor beneath him. You all were forced to watch, tied up and helpless. Shoto even had his crew gag you so your words would not disturb his business meeting. He hates interruptions.

“Disgusting.” Shoto complains, referencing to some of the blood covering his face. Igniting his left side, he sets your father’s corpse on fire. The smell of burning flesh filled your snot filled nostrils as more whimpers escaped your cloth covered lips. This caught Shoto’s attention.

“You,” he calls out as he makes his way towards your tied up body. He picks you up with ease, throwing you over his muscular shoulder. “Are coming with me.”

Your muffled remarks were no use as well as your kicks. You are terrified and not sure why Shoto, Japan’s notorious killer, is doing in your household right now, but you know it’s not good.

“Sir,” one of the men stopped you two as Shoto is making his way towards the exit. He pauses his motion, waiting for the man’s question. “What do you want us to do with the other two? Heroes will be here any moment.”

Shoto pondered the man’s words for a moment. You are silently pleading that he will just let them go, but that was not even a thought in his mind. “Leave them be.”

“But sir—“

“The house will be burnt to ash in any given moment,” he activates his left side for emphasis, “if you want to stay alive, I suggest you gather up the others and get a move on.”

The man nodded and Shoto begins walking out of the house. You struggle in his grasp, but Shoto remains undisturbed by your antics. Throwing you into the back of a van, he slams the double doors. Now all you are left with is your thoughts.

This doesn’t seem real. It truly can’t be. Your family is being massacred and there is not a thing you can do about it. You can even hear their muzzled screams as your house goes up in flames. Still, you are useless as the van starts and drives far away from the crime scene.

Shoto Todoroki is Japan’s worse nightmare. Numerous accounts of murder, abuse of power, kidnapping, anything terrible had Shoto’s name on it. No one knows much about the villain’s personal life except for his heroic father with a bad temper. Some say it is his fault for the way his son turned out and Shoto would agree, but Shoto’s crimes will not be taken from him. No, they are all his doing and he is proud of it.

“Y/N,” Shoto called, making you snap out of your thoughts. You turn to meet the man that now claims you as his. “Are you alright, love? You hardly touched your food.”

“Oh, I’m fine.” You mumbled, giving a soft smile. Bringing the ramen noodle soup to your lips, you forced yourself to eat the food. Your stomach is in shambles as the thoughts from that night came back. There are still many unanswered questions and unknown puzzle pieces, but that is a life you need to forget about. You are Shoto’s now. You have no choice but to be his.

Shoto studied your features. If there is one thing Shoto is not is dumb. He is observant. Just one wrong look and you are in deep trouble. Considering you have been living with Shoto for over a year now, you have grown accustomed to his ways. You have learned to appease him in anyway to make you happy. Especially if it is going to keep you alive.

“You know I don’t appreciate when you lie to me.” Shoto nonchalantly reminds you, noticing how quickly you swallow when the words flow out off his tongue.

“I-I’m not lying, Shoto. Honestly.” You stammered, hoping he would not notice the fear trickling in your eyes. He did, though. Shoto noticed everything about you. One of the many things you despised about him.

The rest of super was ate in silence. As you have learned, this is never a good sign. When Shoto is quiet, he’s plotting. Usually, it’s your punishment. You can see it in his eyes and the subtle touches he does to you. All to make you feel uneasy. Just like he can read you, you are learning to read him just the same.

Once dinner was over, he gathered the dirty dinning wear and washed them. You remained in your chair until you are granted permission to stand up. Your heart is racing with anticipation. What is Shoto plotting? Especially for something as simple as lying.

“Y/N,” Shoto paused to make sure your attention was his. The hairs on the back of your neck are standing straight along with your body stiffening. You hear him walking towards you, his one cold hand and other warm one rest on your shoulders. “Go upstairs to our shared bedroom.”

“Y-Yes, Shoto.” You mumbled, scurrying up the steps like the good behave girl he taught you to be. If only your filthy little mouth could stop lying.

Shoto is quick to follow after your trembling body. His presence is swallowing you whole as he march up the stairs behind you. Your clammy palm turns the golden doorknob into the master bedroom. You immediately turn around, groping your butt in fear for what may happen to it.

Shoto shuts the door behind him, leaning against it with his arms folded. His face held its usual unamused look as he glares at you.

“I’m giving you one last chance to be honest with me, Y/N.”

“I-I have been honest a-all along, Shoto.” You argued. Shoto’s glare intensified.

“You were thinking about your family again, weren’t you?”

“What? No, I-“

“You’re just like your father.” Shoto scornfully chuckled, strolling towards you. His right hand folded around your neck, giving it a nice squeeze as he whispered in your ear, “and you know how much I truly despise your father.”

His hot breath seemed to linger on the shell of your ear. Your eyes harden as they meet his. His icy hand seemed to make this choking experience even worse. You would get frostbite if it gets any colder, but something in you snapped. You have not fought back in months. You became the submissive girl Shoto desperately wanted you to be yet you are still in the same position as many times before.

“You’re one to talk.” You choked out. The hold on your neck became stronger, circulation being lost to your organs. You are pushed onto the bed, Shoto’s muscular form on top of you.

“Don’t you ever compare me to that monster again, understand me?” Shoto growls as he watch you struggle beneath him. You started to turn pale as your body loses its natural color from lack of air flow. His hatred from his father and yours is taking over as you slowly start to become unconscious. He finally lets go.

You cough, grasping for air. It felt like there was not enough in there to supply your deprived body. Especially with Shoto’s suffocating presence on top of you.

“You have some real nerve talking to me like that, Y/N. When will you learn that your family is the true bad guys in the situation, not me. They screwed me over and I came for what they owed me. You’re just a pawn.”

“You’re lying..” You mumbled out in disbelief. Shoto’s devious grin just grew wider at the tears in your eyes.

“I’m not like your father.” Shoto spats, venom dripping from every wretched word. Your heart is aching and this only fuels the fire.

“Fuck you.” You hissed, warm tears streaming down your face. Shoto only chuckled at your mere offense.

“I plan on it.”

Your look of disgust was ignored as Shoto’s lips trailed from your neck to your lips. You forced yourself to kiss back. You always do. You two had sex plenty of times and sadly, you enjoyed it, but when it’s used for punishment or after he has tears down any sheer ounce of self esteem you possessed it is quite difficult to get in the mood.

“Why do you keep me here?” You finally breathe out as your lips disconnect. Shoto furrowed his eyebrows together.

“Because your family is dead.”

“I know that!” You exclaimed. Shoto is very intelligent, but someone who is also literal. He does not always catch onto what you’re actually trying to ask. “I mean, if I’m just some pawn, why keep me here? Why not let me have the same fate as my family?”

Shoto stayed silent. He pondered how he should answer this. He just started touching you outside of the bedroom a couple months ago. It even took him a long time to have sexual intercourse with you. He knows he could have killed you off. He is sure of it. You have been a pain in his ass since he collected you for payment yet you’re still here.

“I don’t know.” Shoto answered, truthfully.

You sigh. You are not sure what answer you were expecting, but knowing where this is leading does not make you feel any better about yourself. You just feel more used.

Silence over fell you two. Shoto is in deep thought as so are you. You are worried that your days are numbered now, but Shoto was not even thinking about that. He is more thinking of himself and how he can’t murder you. He actually likes having you around. He may never say it and his facial features will never show it, but with you by his side, his frozen heart starts to thaw. Just by your simple glimpses and touches.

Part of him hated you for that.

“Shoto,” you whisper, catching his attention. You made yourself look away. You have so many conflicting thoughts. Shoto is all you have now and in all honesty, you have grown not to hate the guy. You love the soft touches and the way he keeps you warm at night. He is so observant of the slightest of things. That’s more than your family has ever given you.

Your right hand cupped his cheek. He seemed slightly tense by the action, but he instantly fell into your touch. Your thumb grazed his cheek.

“I-I,” you meet his gaze, “I enjoy your company.” You admit. Shoto kept silent, but your words meant something to him. You both are not good with this kind of stuff. You were never taught it. This is the closest thing you two will ever get to ‘I love you.’

Your lips connected once again. During the process, each one of your articles of clothing was discarded to the ground below. Shoto kissed down your exposed breast, stomach, and finally stopped at your pussy. He swiped his tongue between your folds sending chills down your spine along with needy moans escaping your parted lips.

“Shoto, please.“ You whined, wanting him to make you soaked already, but you are on Shoto’s terms. He gets to decide everything.

Luckily, he did not make you wait long as tongue swirled on your sensitive clit. Your legs rested on his shoulders as he devoured you. Small groans is all Shoto could do as his tongue explored every inch of your pussy. Not a spot was missed nor would he allow there to be. Your clit was being the most spoiled. Your entrance was then meet shortly after. You did your best to conceal your sweet melodies of pleasure, but Shoto is not allowing you to do so.

“You have a voice for a reason. Use it.” He orders in a low growl amongst your cunt.

“Shoto,” you sob, “I’m about to cum. Please.”

You arched your back as your cunt was about to release. Shoto sped up the pace, helping you meet your climax even sooner. On que, you sing sweet little melodies of moans as you release into the man’s mouth. Every drop was swallowed by him.

Shoto stood up, grabbing your hips to pull you closer to the edge of the bed. “Keep your eyes on me at all times. Understood?”

You nod, eagerly. “Yes, Shoto.”

Shoto aligned his erection with your weeping entrance. Shortly after, your walls are hugging his length as it dives deeper and deeper into you. Each thrust loosened you even more and he kept a steady pace. You gripped the expensive European satin bedsheets as you babbled incoherent words and phrases. You kept your eyes locked on Shoto the whole time just like he ordered.

“Shoto.” You finally moan aloud as his dick is inside of you.

“Yeah, you like that, baby?” He groans. Your crying cunt was dripping with your slick onto the fabric of the bed and on Shoto’s cock.

“Yes.” You manage to blurt out as you gasp for more. His cock felt amazing no matter how much you wanted to hate him for it. This is one of the ways he shows affection. You learned to accept that.

Shoto’s hands find their way to your bouncing titties. The difference between temperatures sent your body into overdrive. He loved seeing the lewd faces you make as he used his power to pleasure you. Shoto’s dick did not stop thrusting into you through this process either though it is twitching.

Pre-cum leaks into your cunt. Shoto removes his hands from your breast as he picks up the pace. His knees start to buckle beneath him as cum flows from his cock. Every drop is milked from him until he pulls outs.

This is his way of saying ‘I love you.’

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[darthmaulification]

Hey! Can I please make a request for a short Drabble where reader is Grogu’s nanny aboard the Razor Crest and Din develops a crush on her, but once he and the reader start visiting Grogu at Jedi School on weekends, Luke develops a crush as well? Doesn’t have to end up with either, but I would like to see either guy’s rivalry and slight jealousy (with Reader’s obliviousness).

A/N: ... okay so, i really got into the whole crush aspect of your request, anon, and this basically became a romantic prose piece. when i looked back to see what you had initially wanted, my product was... about thrice removed from the original prompt. 💀

i think i got some of the points??? like there’s din and luke and they’re both in love with reader and they both have a bit of rivalry with the other and basically that’s what matters??? please forgive me, anon, the ghost of sappho took my body over and forced me to write yearning love poetry!! 🙏 sis forced my hand!! 😭

though if there’s enough interest for it, i can always make a follow up for this, like from reader’s perspective, and write something a lil more in depth (once i get requests finished up that is). 😊

hope you enjoy! 💗

content: nothing but din and luke pining for reader, gn!reader (for the most part), use of she/her pronouns, fluff, but also a smidgen of angst 👁👁, perspective difference!!, kind of a commentary on mandalorian and jedi culture?? (mostly jedi culture lmao)

word count: 1,524

You’re beautiful.

He sees it now how your face lights up like candles being lit when his son succeeds at doing another one of his Jedi tricks. Joy illuminates your face like a spotlight, your soft cheers and kind praise make the whole room warmer. Din watches Grogu leap into your arms, cooing and squealing like he’s been given candy. It makes Din’s heart leap when you kiss his son on the head, and smile so warmly it’s like your lips become sunshine.

Din is infinitely grateful for his helmet in this moment, his face feels like it’s been too close to a fire. His fingers pick at a fraying stitch on his gloves, to prevent his hands from shaking in his lap. He hopes that the Jedi, who is standing casually across the room near you and Grogu, doesn’t notice. Din hopes you don’t notice what you’re doing to him.

I’m in love. 

The sentence slips through the cracks of his thoughts the way a sunrise peeks over the horizon. You look over at him, holding up Grogu triumphantly in your hands like you would a prize, and he sucks in a breath because suddenly it feels like all he can see is you. You and Grogu, you and his son.

Please be my riduur.

“Did you see that? Wasn’t it amazing?” And Din forces himself to dip his head in a slight nod, because the Jedi is also looking at him with piercing blue eyes the color of the sky. His heart pounding, and when you laugh, and it sounds like summertime when everything is good and happy.

People love, he thinks as he stares at you, and suddenly his palms are sweaty and he feels the need to tap his foot, but Mandalorians love harder.

I dream about you every night, think about you when I lie awake. You’re always holding sunflowers, and the nightmares don’t touch me then.

Mandalorians love like there is nothing else in the universe more valuable, nothing more precious, not their vibroblades, their blasters, or even their beskar.

Giving up a blaster and a vibroblade in order to save you from that hut’uun came to me like breathing, I didn’t even think about it... I would’ve given up my beskar’gam too. I still would.

Mandalorians love with their souls laid bare, they love with their entire body, they love with sacred vows, exchanged beskar rings, their riduur’s name engraved on their hal’cabur, above their heart.

When you slept beside me one night, I whispered the entire marriage vow to you in Mando’a. You looked so peaceful bathed in the light of the moon, the silvery glow making you look holy. I’ll admit, it came out mostly accidentally, but it felt so normal, natural even. I wish you hadn’t been asleep.

Mandalorians love in spite of death, they love in the face of it. They love like warriors.

I had gotten shot. All I remember is you holding me in your arms, hands pressed over the wound. I was in pain, and you were crying, covered in blood and dirt, but you were so warm. I’m still unsure if I had actually said what I think I said:

“I care about you too much to leave you.”

He wants to tell you all of this, but he’s never been much of a romantic, or much of a speaker in general, so the words falter on his tongue each time he’s tried. And Din’s tried so many times. You say something to the Jedi, and it makes a sudden, surprising fury bubble in his chest, the vile rising to his throat. Din has to bite his tongue to hold back from shouting:

Don’t talk to her, di’kut jetii! You are undeserving of her words, of her time, of her presence. Unworthy! You can’t give her what I can, shabuir.

You look over at him again, and the hot anger dies completely, leaving him powerless before you. Din felt this way each time he’s tried to tell you how much you mean to him.

I love you, cyare.

It feels like your eyes are boring holes straight through his beskar, through his flight suit, singing his skin with their warmth. Din bites his cheek so hard he tastes copper.

You smile. It’s like the dawn.

You are the sun— His sun— of his universe, and his eyes burn from the light.

Din basks in the rays, and his heartbeat starts to slow to it’s normal, steady rhythm.

Tomorrow. I’ll tell you tomorrow.

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You’re beautiful.

He sees it now in how your entire expression blooms into one of pure joy when his padawan successfully levitates the crates. It radiates in your aura, the waves of mirth traveling further than your respectfully quiet cheers and meaningful praise. Luke watches as the child leaps into your embrace, babbling without forming any actual words. Something inside Luke lurches when you place a kiss on Grogu’s head, and when your vibrant smile dissolves his willpower.

Luke draws the Force in on himself, welcoming the sturdiness it brings. He tries to ignore how his palm has gotten sweaty, but he clenches his hand into a fist and hastily relaxes it. Focus, let in calmness like a breeze. Luke hopes that the Mandalorian, sitting stiff and looming on a far bench, doesn’t notice his moment of vulnerability. He pulls the Force closer, and hopes you don’t notice what you’re doing to him.

I’m in love.

The thought springs up in his mind the way shoots of new grass breach top soil in spring time. You glance over at him as you lift the child, and the look is as quick and fleeting as blossoms on trees, but it floats in the Force like dandelion seeds, and Luke is painfully aware of how consuming you are.

Please don’t do this to me.

“Did you see that? Wasn’t it amazing?” And Luke catches your eye, offering you the smallest smile he can afford without it breaking. You look to the Mandalorian, and Luke follows your gaze because he can’t compel himself to do much else. The Mandalorian’s visor is dark like the night, and flashes when he nods his head. Luke feels his heart sink when he senses it from him, a yearning so deep he nearly drowns in it.

People love, Luke thinks and he feels all at once envious and angry and so achingly acquiescent, because Jedi cannot.

I swore by the Code years ago, but I look at you and doubt it all. It can’t be that I’m this willing to rethink everything.

Jedi are forbidden from having attachments, they cannot pursue romantic interests. Love leads to passion, and it all is an influence of the Dark. Luke knows this. He’s fallen to it before.

I’ve spent decades forgetting how deeply I cared for him! But I am reminded daily of my father, every time I look in the mirror, I see his eyes. How dare you pull me back into this cruel trap! I can’t do this again.

Luke contains himself. Jedi value peace of mind, they extend the sentiment to upholding it in the galaxy as well. They do not do it out of love, but out of obligation, out of honor, because of what’s right. They are not love.

When I first met you it was like I’d seen you before, in a past life. It was like retracing my steps, following the trail backwards, revisiting something I had passed. Despite it all, I had moved forward and took my padawan from you and the Mandalorian, plucked him from you like a petal off a flower. I watched you wilt.

Luke reminds himself. Jedi do not love. Focus is key. The Force is everything.

But you are too.

Luke has to swallow in order to make sure the words never reach his mouth, and it’s like eating thorns. You turn back to him and the look in your eyes is tender like butterfly wings. The pink in your cheeks reminds Luke of windflowers.

“Thank you again, Luke,” His soul shivers when his name sounds in your voice, “It’s so kind of you to teach Grogu.”

As he replies and tells you it’s a pleasure, he almost spills everything to you, but an abruptness shifts the energy of the room. There is a lurking anger that crawls at him through the Force, entwines him like ivies. The Mandalorian fumes, the wrath trembles like billowing leaves. Don’t. Undeserving. Unworthy.

Luke forces himself to agree and squashes down everything, pushing each painful emotion into the deepest parts of him. He watches you look to the Mandalorian, your aura flowers with affection, love.

I love you.

His resolve is fading, again. Luke reminds himself, again. Jedi do not love. Jedi do not love. Jedi do not love.

You smile, and it stings his soul like nettle.

Luke forces himself to ignore that your eyes say different things when they settle on the Mandalorian than they had him. The thought feels like eating bittersweet berries.

Briefly, he revels in what could have been.

It’s for the best.

~

A/N: i thought i would add another note at the end of this to explain exactly what the heck i was saying with the word soup i just wrote.

first, din is so hopelessly in love with reader that it hurts. like physically makes his heart ache. i feel that when din falls in love, he falls in love. it consumes him. i wrote a lot of sun/light imagery to portray the overwhelming, all-encompassing love din feels for reader. you are the sun that warms him, and burns him. 

second, i purposely made luke have an even more tragic, even more conflicted crush on reader, on purpose, hahaha i am evil. 😈 he loves you, but forces himself not to. he tells himself that the jedi code means more. luke chooses to suffer because he knows that’s how it must be. there’s some plant/nature symbolism thrown throughout because that’s just the theme that i thought vibed with luke the most.

and that mention of anakin? i subscribe to the headcanon that luke really did love his dad, and just wanted him in his life, but of course, vader ultimately died. luke took a heavy blow from that, learned it hurts to love.

also, regarding the mini-rivalry that takes place, it’s through the force (if that wasn’t obvious) and it’s essentially another example of luke surrendering his own wants/desires and simultaneously din firmly declaring his love for you. it’s kinda meant to be the “understanding” between the two that clearly establishes who “wins” the reader.

... this was all one giant metaphor, huh?

[lordabovehelpme]

Hi, Lordy!!! Happy milestone once again!!!! For the request, I'd love:

Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

Or

One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

Basically,,,,,,, I'm a whore for size difference 🤷 even more so when it's with Din 🥰

I'll love anything you come up with!! Thank you in advance and congrats, congrats, congrats!!! 🥳🥳

A/N: Oh boy! Lela, why must you make me choose? You are evil and always know exactly what to ask because boy oh boy did I have a rough time choosing. So I just said, why do I have to choose? Merry Christmas, you get both all wrapped in one! Size kink for the win! Hehehe. I hope you enjoy love!

20. Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference, and 48. One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner's. (Din Djarin x Reader)

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Anger radiates off his skin, weaving through the thick undershirt and threatening to melt the everlasting beskar. The leather of his gloves creaks as it grips your wrist, pulling you… dragging you after him.

Your legs stagger as you try to keep up with him. Various eyes watch as he tugs you behind him. You knew you shouldn’t have. You should have turned away as the man approached you. You should have not responded when he asked if the seat was taken beside you. You should have told him you were waiting for someone. But the thrill of it was all too easy to fall victim to.

The Mandalorian barges through a door, forcing you in front of him, caging you between the wall and his broad chest. The stairwell is silent, music muddled and distorted by the thick wall, but the only thing you can hear is how your heart beats loud and your blood rushes in your ears.

Rage glimmers beneath the unforgiving dark abyss of his visor, like erupting lava down a volcano. You can feel the heat of his irritation flowing from his skin in wave after even hotter wave.

“What was that?”

The words are like poison, spoken with such rasp and fury, slicing through your head and cutting into your throat. Your breathing is short and quick as you try to stand your ground, but it’s hard when you have to crank your neck to stare up at his visor.

He glares down at you, hands on his hips and so close that you can smell the earthy tang of his sweat and natural scent. His chest swells, filling with fiery passion and the primal instinct of claiming you.

“I leave you for one minute.”

He seethes as the exasperated words boom from his throat. And you just stare back up at him, too stubborn to give away your motivations and thoughts.

Before you even know it, his helmet is ripped from his head and his hands grip your jaw, shoving your face up as he leans down, lips mashing against your own. You rise to your tiptoes, nerves screaming out at you as your neck is stretched, but he doesn’t hold back, throwing all his anger, frustration, and passion into the kiss… or rather, kisses.

His mouth demands your breath, sucking the sharp intakes from your lungs and instead offering his hot air. His teeth meet your lips and sink into the pillowy flesh, pulling the skin back only to release it for a second, and his tongue licks into your hot cavern, tangling with your own.

Then large leather-clad hands trail down your form, grabbing and squeezing any flesh they find. They move with the intent to bruise… to mark… to brand.

Your own hands drift up to tangle in his shaggy curls, pulling at the ends near the base of his neck. A growl rumbles up from his chest and sends vibrations through your body, running shivers down your spine.

“You’re mine.”

The raspy words, spoken with such raw emotion send molten hot sparks down your spine, they leave no room for argument or question.

But as your calves start to scream out in weariness, you slowly lower yourself.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The question is still harsh and sharp, but his irritation is starting to become forgotten in the presence of your touch.

“You’re too tall.”

A dark chuckle rumbles up from deep in his chest causing small vibrations along your lips. His hands grip your waist and lead you a few steps back, his mouth staying only a few centimeters away, letting you feel the rhythm of his breath.

You blindly follow his lead and soon your feet meet steps. He softly pushes you back, not forcing you but rather showing you where he wants you. Taking a few steps, you rise to the same height as him.

It’s so much easier here. Your arms naturally relax upon his shoulders and your mouths find each other once again.

You smile into the kiss, “Much better.”

His own lips softly rise at the corners, but that doesn’t stop him from nibbling on your flesh.

What was once rage and anger now bubbles into zest and zeal. Twinges of compassion twirl and waltz with his irritation, a complex dance of emotions and love, making your kiss hot and fiery yet so so soft.

An idea lights up in your head and your smile grows as your feet climb higher. He doesn’t notice, too caught up in your caresses.

The Mandalorian stays lost in your touch, drunk on the feeling of you in his arms and intoxicated by the movements of your lips.

But soon you find yourself craning your head down to meet his.

“What are you doing little one?”

You giggle and break from his lips to peck his nose. Your eyes open and find his still closed, tan eyelids covering expressive brown eyes. Where his eyebrows were once furrowed in anger, now rest still and calm. He’s so stunning.

“Just wanted to experience things from your end.”

Once again you are gifted that handsome and deep chuckle. His eyes open, long eyelashes fluttering in the movement. Your heart sings at his warm gaze, happy to find adoration instead of annoyance.

“I’m still mad at you, stop being cute.”

You smile and lean down to kiss him again, your hands finding his jaw, your thumbs finding his cheekbones, your hearts swelling with intimacy. The music seeps in through the walls, surrounding the two of you with old rock. And the best of it, you both know that is not mad at you anymore.

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You paced the room back and forth, trying to hold back your tears as you quickly tried to think of a plan - a what the kriff do I do now plan. Pausing, you stared out the window, slowly approaching the warm sunlight that was streaming in. It was peaceful - here on Sorgan - but you felt anything but that peace within your heart. A small sigh escaped your lips as leaned on the ledge and looked out the window. The sound of children playing and laughing met your ears and caused a panging in your heart. Your hand drifted to the ever so slight swell of your belly as you let out a heavy sigh; it wasn’t noticeable yet, at least not to the untrained eye, but soon it would be. 

You were never alone anymore, not with the small bean inside of you, but you’d never felt more alone than this. 

You missed him - your small adopted son that had gone away with the Jedi. You’d mourned his absence for a long time, despite the fact that you knew you’d be reunited with him again one day. This was for the best-  this had always been the ending and you’d known it. It hadn’t made letting him go any easier. 

You missed Din too. Things hadn’t been the same since he’d parted ways with his son. You knew it would be hard, as had he, but neither of you expected it would be quite this difficult. He hadn’t been the same since, retreating further and further into himself and always from you. Watching your riduur become so reclusive and quiet was enough to break your heart, and despite your best efforts, it seemed like he was never going to snap out of it. 

You had tried your best to make sure he knew he was loved, that Grogu was loved too and that he would be okay, and that one day your family would be reunited. You were sure of it; Grogu might have been gone, but it wasn’t forever only temporary. But it hadn’t seemed to matter to Din either way. 

He was in a perpetual state of just existing, and you’d dragged him here, back to Sorgan, a place he loved and found comforting, in an attempt to make him feel better. Maybe a getaway from everything would do him so good. 

“What is your plan now? You can’t keep hiding away and shutting the world out, Mandalorian.” you had stilled at Omera’s words, frozen as you wondered what your riduur would say; it was clearly a private conversation, and you knew you should walk away, but found yourself unable. 

“I don’t know,” he admitted quietly, “but I know I’m going on by myself. I can’t have anyone around me anymore. It does them no good.”

“What of your wife?” Omera seemed as surprised as you felt, and almost gave yourself away when a small sound of surprise left your lips, “and your unborn child? Surely you would not abandon them.”

“My wife will be much better off without me - she’s never needed me. It’s always been the other way around,” he sighed, “she will get over me and find another. There is no child - it is not a concern.”

“And if there was?” despite not having told Omera about your recently discovered pregnancy, she must have put the pieces together. She was a mother as well after all.

“They would both be better off without me,” he insisted, “once we leave this place, I will ensure her safety and then I will make my own way.”

“That is as selfish as it is cruel,” the woman scoffed at him, “this is not the time to be a hero or a coward, or whatever you want to call it. She is your wife, she loves you more than anything, and yet you want to run simply because you’re scared.”

“It is…”

But you’d heard enough, feeling sick to your stomach as you turned on your heel and ran away, making a loud sound as you almost tripped over your feet. They surely knew you were there now.

“Cyare-” you heard Din call after you as you kept running, running, running. Just like he planned to do.

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“We’ll figure it out little one,” you whispered gently to your small bump, “even if it’s just the two of us. We’ll be okay - I will always protect you.”

“Cyare! Open the door!” Din’s voice was loud as he knocked on the door once he realized it was locked. You froze in fear before wiping away your tears and squaring your shoulders, “kriff, open the damned door. We need to talk.”

“Go away,” you sighed at him, feeling anything but in the mood to do this right now, “please just leave. What does it matter anyway? You were just going to do that anyway.”

“Don’t do this,” he said softly as you scoffed, “please let me explain. Please talk to me.”

“I heard what you said to Omera,” you told him, venom lacing your every word, “so you might as well just leave. That’s what you wanted, right? Tell me I’m wrong, Din. Tell me.”

“Open the door so we can talk,” he sounded almost defeated, and while you wanted to shut him out and have him feel the same hurt you had been experiencing, you wouldn’t - and couldn’t do that to him, “please, Cyare.”

Wordlessly, you walked to the door and slowly opened it, and turned around, your back to him. He quickly shut the door behind him, and within seconds, the beskar helmet was off and set on the table as he reached out for you. It was hard to contain your tears as you found him looking back at you with the same expression. 

“You hurt me Din,” you finally managed to say after a few moments, not even fighting back the tears that had rolled down your cheeks, “and I know things have been hard, very hard for you, for us, but I’ve been trying and trying to get you to understand how much I love you and that we will be alright. But nothing seems to be working, and you just shut me out completely. I love you, Din, you’re my husband, my friend, my partner, but I don’t know what to do at this point.”

“I know,” he admitted as he hung his head in defeat, “I know I have not been good to you lately. With...everything that happened...it hurt me more than I thought it would.”

“And it’s okay to hurt,” you reminded him, “I’ve told you, and you’re not the only hurting. It hurt me too, and to see you like this hurts me too. But it will be okay - we will be okay. We’ll have our son again, and until then we have each other. I will always love, and nothing will change that.”

“I just...I don’t want to have something like this happen to you too,” he was sniffling now and despite the hurt and pain you were feeling, you reached up and put your hand on his cheek, “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

“And yet you were so ready to just up and leave me.” you laughed at lightly, understanding his internal dilemma, despite how much you wanted to be mad, “you should have just talked to me, Din.”

“I know,” he agreed, “I just...want to keep you safe. Always. You are the most important thing to me. I should have told you from the start…”

“Yeah,” you laughed lightly through your tears as he offered a pathetic little smile, “we can talk about anything, you know that. Always - the good and the bad. We’re in this together for life. Silly husband...you know where I’m safest, right?”

“Hmm?”

“At your side, with you,” you reminded him, “together we’re unstoppable and we can do anything. Look at all we’ve done so far, and we have so many things left to do. Together.”

“I don’t know why I didn’t just listen to you in the first place,” he took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “I just...I got scared and I didn’t know if you’d…”

“Nothing can ever change how much I love you,” you reminded him, “nothing. You have me always. Through all the hard time and easy times, and everything in between. You are a good man, Din Djarin, and you’ve always done the right thing, even if it’s not easy. What we did was what we had to do, but it won’t always be like this, we both know that. I know it still hurts though but it will get easier. We know he’s in a good place, and when we see him again it will be like no time has passed.”

“I love you,” he whispered softly before he completely broke and pulled you into his warms, wrapping them tightly around you. It didn’t take more than a moment for you to respond in kind, holding him tightly as you pressed a few kisses to the side of his head, “thank you for not giving up on me. I know I’m not always the easiest man to deal with.”

“No, you are not,” you agreed, “but I love you beyond measure, just as you love me. I will never give up on you. You know that.”

“I do,” he promised as he pulled back and held your face in his hands before kissing you gently, letting his lips linger against yours, “I’ve always known that, even if I apparently didn’t realize it.”

“Silly husband,” you beamed at him. It was at that moment, seeing the soft look in those brown eyes that you adored that you decided to share your secret with him, “there’s one more thing, Din Djarin.”

“Hmm?” he hummed as you ghosted your lips over his.

“It’s not just me that adores you to the ends of the galaxy,” you gently took one of his hands and placed it on the small swell of your belly, “it’s the two of us.”

His eyes practically lit up at your words and the small bump he could feel. He looked at you, silently asking if it was real as you nodded. Unable to stop himself, he kissed you deeply, taking a moment to soak it all in, “we’re having a baby...us...we…”

“Yes,” you confirmed with a teary smile of your own, “we’re having a baby. And you know what else - this baby and I love you very, very much.”

“I love you,” he agreed, “a clan of three…”

“No,” you shook your head with a wistful smile as he realized what you meant, “a clan of four. Grogu will always be our son too, Din. He knows that too.”

“A clan of four,” he repeated as he squeezed you tightly, “I love you all so much.”

“And we love you, Din Djarin. Always."

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GEHAT’IK BE ALIIT | Chapter 15

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pairing: Din Djarin x Original Female Character

warnings: SMUT (18+) MINORS DNI! Vaginal fingering, PIV sex

words: 6023

summary: Their next mission is supposed to take Din and Elora to a hidden world, but they find the mysterious planet might as well not exist.

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"Elora…"

There was nothing but darkness - a darkness that didn't feel cold at all. The familiar voice called out to her once more. "Elora…" A blue light appeared in the distance and she sensed someone’s presence in a spiritual way. She focused on it and the light slowly approached her through the darkness. The closer it got, the more it looked like the shape of a human man. The light was too bright to see the stranger's face, all she could hear was his voice.

"I need to speak with you."

"Haven't heard of you in a while. What do you want?"

"Listen to me, Elora. You need to know the path of a Jedi, or any force user really, is a dangerous one. Attachment can lead down a dark path, I need you to be aware of this at all times."

"Is this about my relationship with the Mandalorian?"

"Yes Elora, this and the attachment you have towards the child and your mother. Attachment can lead to fear, fear leads to anger, anger leads to hatred and hatred leads to great suffering. Please think of this before making certain commitments. You are very powerful, in fact more powerful in the Force than I have ever been. Should you lose control over your emotions, it could destroy everything dear to you and more."

"More powerful than you have been? So you're a Jedi? A… dead Jedi? Maker…" 

"Didn't you hear what I just said?"

"You want to give me advice on how I should maintain the relationships with my closest friends?! I don't even know who you are! You have no say in how I should live my life! Now get out of my head!" she yelled.

Elora shut her eyes and tried to focus on anything else but that strange ghost. Eventually she felt something soft on her collarbone, feeling like… kisses. The darkness eventually disappeared. When she opened her eyes there was a hiss. Din had put his helmet back in place, his hand caressing the spot he had just kissed.

"Good morning, cyare. How are you feeling?"

"M' fine." she mumbled, rubbing her eyes and settling into reality. As soon as she moved, she noticed a pleasant ache between her thighs. "Dank farrik, I think you ruined me for every other man last night."

Din chuckled. "You're welcome, mesh'la. I was gone for about an hour while you were sleeping to send Ran a holomessage like I promised you. He knows the right people, now all we need to do is wait for his response."

A grateful smile lit up her face, causing his heart to skip a beat. He loved seeing her like this, with tousled hair, a precious smile on her lips and bright eyes.

"Din… That voice I'm hearing is the ghost of a dead Jedi. He- he told me not to get attached to you and the kid."

He cocked his head at what she told him. "Is that so?"

"He said attachment can lead to great suffering. But just because it can happen, doesn't mean it will happen to me, right?"

"Right. I won't let you make any reckless decisions as long as I'm with you."

"Yeah we already know how you do that. I should make stupid decisions more often if they all end up with you fucking me into the mattress."

"Aren't you a needy little thing?" He lifted her chin with two of his fingers, looking at her intently behind his visor. "I made you breakfast. Take your time to get dressed, I'll be waiting downstairs." With these words he got up and left Elora alone with her thoughts. She couldn't stop thinking about the Jedi ghost's words.

How the fuck does this ghost get inside my head?! I really need advice on that. Maybe I should talk to Kad about this…

  Elora was lost in her thoughts and didn’t realize Grogu was secretly stealing pieces of her breakfast. Din watched his two favorite people in the Galaxy, thinking how they must look like a small family at the moment, but he also realized Elora was barely touching her food. Most of it had already mysteriously disappeared off her plate and Grogu, who sat in her lap, patted his tummy, letting out a barely audible burp. The front door opened after a while as Kad came to check on his guests.

“Good morning! How are you guys doing today?”

Din nodded in greeting. “Good to see you, we’re fine, thank you.”

The young Mandalorian cocked his head when he noticed Elora still being unusually quiet.

“What’s the matter with you?” Kad asked, sitting down at the edge of the table.

“Oh uh… hey Kad. Just confusing dreams last night, otherwise I’m good.”

“You should tell him.” Din suggested, so Elora told Kad about her dream and how real everything had felt. It seemed to dawn on Kad the more she elaborated on it, answering his questions.

“Look, I think you’re having a connection to that force ghost. You see, when we die we become one with the force. I’ve heard rumors about how some Jedi masters were capable of capturing their life force in the process of dying, keeping their looks and all. I don’t know much about it though.”

“Do you know someone who does? I mean, who trained you anyway? I watched your techniques yesterday, they were fluent like you had years of training.”

“My uncle Bardan taught me. He was in the Jedi Order, even became a Jedi Master at some point. During the war he left the Order because he didn't understand why the Jedi Council apparently tolerated sending the clones to their deaths in this senseless war. He already had a great relationship with my other ba’vodue , so when he left the Order they completely accepted him as one of their own. He ended up here, adopted by my grandfather just like most of my other ba’vodue . Being family he trained me when I was old enough, teaching me everything I had to know about the Force. Those were different times... The Empire was on Mandalore, force sensitives were hunted down like animals so we had to be careful. I was raised to hide my abilities to stay safe from the Empire, that kind of stuck with me and I completely adjusted to Mandalorian customs anyway. I will always prefer a blaster over my lightsabers and a jetpack over force jumping.”

Elora had listened intently and frowned. “So he’s a fully trained Jedi? He’s not around, is he? I would have sensed his presence by now. I really need to talk to an actual Jedi with first hand knowledge, y’know. I’m so confused, I just want answers. How do I get rid of this force ghost in my mind?”

“Ba’vodu Bardan is currently on a search for Jedi artifacts with my ba’vodu Glitch. They’re gone for almost three standard months. I will let you know as soon as they return, okay?”

“That would be great, thank you!”

Kad cleared his throat. “There’s another reason I’m here. I’m supposed to tell you that everybody's waiting at my ba’buir ’ s house, they want to talk to you guys. If I were you I wouldn’t keep them waiting longer than necessary.”

Elora and Din looked at each other, wondering what was so important that they wanted to meet you so early as the sun had barely risen at this point.

  On their way to the Skirata residence Grogu sat on Arfour’s dome shaped head, squealing happily and petting the droid’s weathered paint job.

“At least he’s having fun.” Elora chuckled before going quiet again.

“Is this really just because of your dream? You’re not the quiet type, cyare . Is it something I did? Because when I did something last night you didn’t want me to-”

“Shhh, no, it’s really just about my dream. Last night was the best night of my life. This is both new to us, but there’s no need to be insecure. As long as we discuss what we like and dislike in bed…” She threw a sideways glance at Grogu who was preoccupied drumming on Arfour’s head instead of paying attention to their conversation. “... and ask each other for consent there will be no problem. I can still feel you, y’know.” The last sentence was barely a whisper, but she knew his helmet would pick it up. Din swallowed and shoved the mental images of last night to the back of his mind.

  When the doors of the Skirata residence were opened they were welcomed by a loud argument you were able to hear from outside.

"We can't ask this of them!" Atina yelled.

"It's the only option we have. This or sending Bardan, and he's quite busy at the moment if you haven't noticed already." Ghizma hissed.

"You're not gonna send Bardan there!" Atina spat back. "No living thing should be sent there. It could be a death trap and the beskar could be just a myth for all we know!" Atina noticed Din and Elora had entered the home and approached them. "I'm so sorry about this, I disagree with them - all of them! Oh and there's someone who wants to apologize to you, Elora." Atina grabbed Ghizma roughly by her fuchsia hair. "Apologize! Come on!"

"Fine fine, I'm sorry, okay!"

"I don't think she's convinced yet." Atina growled, pulling even harder on her sister's hair.

"Alright, I'm very sorry I told Kad'ika you wanted to duel him. That was a lie and just wrong, I- I apologize. Let go of me, you di'kut!"

"Enough Atina! She apologized, and I'm accepting her apology." She let go of her sister, muttering curses in Mando'a under her breath.

"I'm curious, why did you lie to Kad anyway?"

Ghizma was sulking, scrunching her nose in frustration. "I wanted everybody here in Kyrimorut to see what you're capable of, so they would convince you to travel to SX-10-2-62. It kinda worked."

"Elora never fought a sentient being with her lightsaber before, she could have been seriously injured. I understand you want what's best for Mandalore, but did you seriously think putting Elora in this situation would be the right way to do this? I'm afraid we can't help you right now with that mission. We need to meet someone who might know the right people to find Elora's mother. I promised her this would be our priority from now on."

"We know a bunch of mercenaries and bounty hunters crazy enough to break a woman out of a labor camp. Some of them still owe me one or two favors." Atina mused.

"And ask for nothing in return?" Ghizma added.

"Of course not! You guys have done enough risky jobs for us. We owe you!"

"You've become such a sentimental ikaad since you found your buir."

"You take that back!"

Another argument began. Grogu whined and climbed into Din's arms. The sisters were interrupted when a blaster shot hit the floor between them. Instant silence fell over the room as Kal Skirata looked at his two granddaughters in disappointment.

"We will not ask two of our trusted allies to go on this dangerous mission. Your behavior, Ghizma, is truly shameful. The question is what would you be willing to sacrifice to find this potential new source of beskar?"

"Whatever it takes." she gritted.

"Our good relations with our allies must persist. Without our allies we wouldn't be as strong. No beskar is worth people you can rely on. I want to help rebuild Mandalore too, but this is the wrong way to approach our problem. I want you to keep that in mind, Ghizma."

"Yes, ba'buir."

Elora saw the dilemma these people were in. They had been so hospitable to her and Din and paid them well for the previous missions. She thought of the possibilities to help, but there really was just one.

"So you need a small team with a force sensitive on board, did I understand that correctly?" she asked to reassure herself.

"The force sensitive has to steer the ship through the asteroid field, either that or an excellent pilot with certain experience." Kal explained.

"If droid scouts had been successful the planet would have been rediscovered already, with a secured pass through the asteroids would already exist. But since that isn't the case, we assume no droids ever made it through there, and if they did they got destroyed when the likely damaged ship crashed down. All we know is that the air is breathable." Ghizma said, now with a hopeful look in her eyes since Elora showed interest.

"Rebuilding an entire planet is more important than finding one ordinary woman… even if this woman happens to be my mother. I- I think I know what attachment means now." Elora thought out loud, tears welling in her eyes. "I want to help you, and I will."

Din looked at her in disbelief. " Cyare, are you sure?"

"It's the right thing to do. There's an entire planet that needs to be rebuilt. One woman's captivity matters less when you look at the bigger picture. I need to go on this mission."

"You? No, we will go together. If you're in, so am I" Din took her hand. "We accept the job."

"This is too dangerous!" Atina stammered, her tooka, who sat on her shoulder, rubbed his face against her cheek to calm her down. "A-are you sure about this?"

"Yes." Din and Elora answered in unison.

Eventually Ruusaan stepped forward. "I assume you want to take your own ship. I'll gather the necessary supplies you're gonna need myself and bring them to the Razor Crest . Do you intend to take your foundling with you?"

Grogu cooed and looked up at his caregivers. "I trust Elora to take us to this world safely. The kid comes with us."

"Fine, now that this is settled, you better start your journey this evening. We'll refuel your ship and pack everything you'll need. You can use the spare time to prepare yourselves. The planet's located in wild space, so it's gonna take a few days until you arrive."

Elora couldn't believe she just agreed to this. It had felt right, but deep down she longed to continue working on a plan to free her mother.

"I need some alone time. Please excuse me." She left the house, concerned looks following her, and walked on the lakeshore, alone with her thoughts.

I can do this. These people trust me to do this. Ughh I'm gonna regret this. What if I make a mistake and we die? Oh. I never should have agreed to this. Hnnng I can't let them down now!

"You made the right choice, I'm very proud of you." spoke the force ghost's voice out of nowhere. "You saw the importance of helping them and put their needs above your own. This is what a Jedi does, Elora. We are there to help those who need it the most. You didn't put one person's wellbeing above that of an entire planet."

"This was a very difficult decision to make. I'm sorry for my rude remarks earlier. I think I understand what you meant when you talked about attachments. That they can keep you from doing what's right. It means I must be ready to sacrifice the people I care about the most for the wellbeing of many should the situation arise. I- I can't possess those I love, and when the Force wills it, I have to let them go."

"Spoken like a true Jedi." he spoke in an affectionate tone.

"I'm no Jedi. I allow myself to love and to be there for those I care about, but I accept I will never be able to possess them. This is something I will have to teach Grogu as well. As far as I'm aware, Jedi never bonded with anyone."

"We're all connected through the Force. It may have been against the Jedi code, and I still think the path you walk on is very risky with powers such as yours, but you are level-headed and a quick learner, I believe you can continue this path and become the person this galaxy needs."

"I never thanked you for your guidance. I have so many questions, I don't even know where to start."

"You will have to make many difficult decisions in life, my dear. Quite a few of them will affect many people. Always trust your instincts; let the Force guide you, and you will stay on the right path." She felt a warm feeling as if somebody put a hand on her shoulder. The warmth spread through her entire body and soul, and pushed aside her insecurities.

"I don't know what this new planet will be like. Stay close to me, force ghost friend."

He chuckled. "I will.”

  She sensed Din with Grogu approaching, feeling their concern. The connection to the force ghost weakened and she knew him to be gone for now, guiding her from afar.

"Are you alright? You looked a little pale when you left."

Elora nodded. "Mandalore needs help. This is more important than finding one woman. They need someone like me who can fly through the asteroid field-"

"Let me stop you there, Elora. You have never flown the Crest before. Flying a ship is different from driving a speeder bike, it takes a lot of practice, and even more practice to fly through an asteroid field, especially one that's said to be impenetrable. How do you want to learn this in about two days, hm?"

"I have the best teacher in the world." She looked at him with a look that made his heart skip a beat. "All I need to learn is the basics. The Force will do the rest."

"You want to trust in something you can't see?"

"I trust in my lo- uh our friendship that this is gonna work. I've also improved my reading skills while you were spending a rotation in the bacta tank. I'm… a quick learner."

"Alright, we'll try to get through to this planet. But if things go awry we turn around and come back here."

"Okay, I don't want to risk your life, or Grogu's." That was something they could agree upon. There was not much to pack so they went back to the Crest earlier. Before that, Elora had asked Kad for a few holobooks to continue her reading practice. When the sun was setting, Ruusaan arrived with two transport sleds carrying plenty of boxes.

"A tent, sleeping bags, clothing, weapons and more than enough rations. This chest contains several tools and this one various explosives, so be careful with that. Another thing I got for you is all the information we have on SX-10-2-62." She handed Elora a datapad and she looked through the information in case something was unclear. Meanwhile several droids brought the boxes into the cargo area. Craving attention, Grogu wriggled in Din's arms.

"Are you nervous, little guy? Don't worry, Elora knows what she's getting us into." he assured him, when he actually hoped to be still alive in three days.

"That's all… I apologize for my somewhat rough first impression by the way. We put our trust in you. Good luck and safe passage! This is the way."

Din bowed his head in thanks. "This is the way."

Elora had watched their last exchange with a slightly puzzled expression.

I really want to know what this Way of the Mandalore is all about. Fortunately Kad gave me some good stuff to read about it, perhaps I'll figure it out.

Din ascended the ladder to the cockpit, gesturing for Elora to follow him.

"You're gonna be the one on the controls this time, cyar'ika."

"Okay, I'm eager to learn."

Reluctantly she sat down in the pilot's seat and stared at the many residents who had gathered around the Razor Crest to wave them goodbye through the viewport. She took in the many buttons, switches and the controls on the panel. Having watched Din fly this ship so many times before, she recalled the order the buttons had to be pushed.

"Good, very good. You started the ship and activated the thrusters, what do you do next?" She grabbed the controls, trying her best to steer the ship out of the dense forest, holding her breath until they were higher than the tree tops. Grogu had climbed on top of the control panel and looked down through the viewport, waving at the people while giggling and squealing.

"Slowly steer upwards, yes, just like this." She could hear the smile on his face in his voice. The Crest zoomed skyward, right through a blanket of clouds which turned into a deeper blue each second until the starry view of space welcomed them back.

"I can't believe I've done this! Maker, look at that view! No matter how often I'm up in space, it's always a mesmerizing experience…"

Din chuckled and showed her the switch for activating hyperspace travel.

"Wait till you're at a safe distance from… basically everything, only then you make the jump to hyperspace."

"Understood. Are we at a safe distance from Mandalore?" she asked unsure. Din took her hand and placed it on the switch.

"I already typed in the coordinates of where the asteroid field begins. Once we're in hyperspace the Crest will go on autopilot."

He took Grogu from the control panel before Elora flicked the switch, causing the typical jolt with which the stars blurred into blue and white streaks. Autopilot activated itself and the familiar calmness of hyperspace travel washed over them. Grogu yawned, nuzzling into the fabric of Din's shawl.

"Alright kid, time to get you to bed." He put him into his pram where Grogu closed his eyes the second his little head touched the blanket. Din smiled under his helmet, tucking the child in properly before returning to the cockpit where Elora watched the streaks of hyperspace in admiration.

"This could be our last trip, should I fail." she spoke with a notable melancholy in her voice.

"You won't fail." Din spoke in a calm baritone. "We're in this together. You're stuck with me, mesh'la." He caressed her cheek and knelt down to be on her eye level. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her to her feet, taking her place in the pilot seat and pulling her in his lap. She groaned as she felt the bulge under his pants, his grip on her hips sure would leave some marks, but she didn't care. He was everything she desired at this moment, slick already gathering at her entrance. Slowly she began grinding against the tightness in his pants, causing him to groan inside his chest. With one hand he stroked a strand of hair out of her face, his touch leaving a delicious trail of fire. She sighed and leaned her forehead against his. Their bodies molded perfectly together just as if they were made for each other. She let her hands wander down, stopping at the hem of his pants. "Can I?"

"Yes, touch me, cyar'ika." Her hand went into his pants, wrapping around his hard cock. He gasped at her touch and bucked his hips as she began pumping him slowly.

"Stars, you're so big. How did you fit into me last night?"

While she kept pumping his erection he opened her pants, sliding them down her legs together with her underwear. When Elora took off her tunic, Din held his cock against her abdomen.

"Look, mesh'la, look how deep I'm going to be inside you."

When she looked down she almost came at the sight. She was already dripping with arousal, but this sight made it difficult for her to hold back her orgasm. He dipped three of his fingers into her cunt with a wet squelching sound. She moaned at the intrusion, starting to fuck herself on his thick fingers.

"Stars, Din… I want you, want you s'much!" she whined.

"You got me, just need to prepare you." With each word he reached that special spot inside her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Elora was unable to form coherent sentences anymore as pleasure had taken over her brain. When his cock nudged her wet entrance she whimpered desperately.

"What was that? I need your consent, mesh'la ."

"Y-yes, Din. Fuck me, please f-fuck me!"

He slowly pushed in until he was fully seated inside her. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, beginning to bounce on his cock at a steady rhythm. He met her thrusts, impaling her on his cock over and over again. With each thrust he hit her sweet spot until she saw stars.

"I'm gonna- Din… I'm gonna cum!"

"Then cum for me, cyar'ika . Let go."

With a loud drawn-out moan she clenched down on him, her legs trembled in pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her. Din slowed his pace as she had almost accidentally fallen off his lap, holding her until she regained her posture.

"Fuck…you feel so good. Can't believe we've been traveling together and never considered doing this." Elora giggled.

"I agree, we have a lot of catching up to do." With that he thrust up deep inside her, setting a brutal pace. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the cockpit. Elora buried her fingers in his shawl and met his thrusts with just as much fervor, her next orgasm already building.

"I- I'm close again! You fuck me so good ah!"

Din's grip on her hips grew even tighter as his own orgasm approached.

"My gorgeous girl… Cum for me, I'm right behind you, I'm- fuck!" His thrusts became more and more erratic until the coil finally snapped. Elora came at the feeling of his twitching cock filling her fucked out pussy with ropes of his cum. Gasping for air, they remained in that position for a few more minutes, coming down from both of their highs until Elora slowly moved off his now softened cock. Their combined releases dripped on Din's pants and down on the floor.

"Look how much you've filled me with." Elora said in a seductive tone as she pulled up her pants.

"Dank farrik… We- we need to do that again sometime." Din groaned, stuffing his cock back in his pants.

"We will. No asteroid field will keep me from riding you like this again." She wished she could kiss him at that very moment as sensed his nervousness when she mentioned the upcoming danger.

"I should clean this up." he changed the topic, stood up and left only to come back the next moment with a damp towel. He knew that she knew how he felt regarding this mission. It made him uncomfortable. He didn't want his own nervosity to make her even more nervous than she already was. He trusted her and her connection to the Force, but flying through an asteroid field was risky, even for an experienced pilot like him.

His thoughts kept him awake later when they were lying in the now shared bunk. Little did he know she was still awake as well, sensing his fear. There was a hiss and the next second she felt his lips pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead. " Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, ner kar'ta." he spoke in a soft unmodulated voice.

What does that mean?

She heard how he put his helmet back on and he pulled her closer into his embrace. Carefully she channeled the Force, calming his mind, and eventually feeling him dozing off. A little smile graced her lips before she visited the realm of dreams herself.

  During most of their trip, Grogu kept them quite busy. There were not enough activities on this ship to tire him out and he was constantly wailing. With no other kids to play with and not enough space to run around, he became bored very quickly. He threw his food around the hull, refused to eat his greens and they didn't get him to take a nap. Catching him to give him a bath in a small metal tub was the hardest thing to do. Usually the kid enjoyed a good bath, but on this day he tried to escape whenever he had the chance, and splashed water on Din's armor, leaving several puddles on the floor, and even going as far as biting Din's finger. Elora tried to calm him down through the Force, but Grogu blocked each attempt, eventually ending up in the cockpit in Din's arms who tried his best to console him with the small silver sphere Grogu loved so much.

"Try to get some shuteye, cyare. I'll keep him busy. You're gonna need all your energy to fly us through that asteroid field."

"You're probably right." She yawned and went downstairs where she instantly fell asleep a minute after she hit the cot.

"Don't forget to let the Force guide you, Elora. Trust in what you feel, and you will survive this unscathed. Trust in what you feel…" the force ghost’s voice still sounded in her ears when she woke up from a strong lurch. They had just broken out of hyperspace, meaning it was time to put her skills to good use. She rubbed her eyes, swallowed down her fear and then ascended to the cockpit where she found Din and Grogu staring out of the viewport. She clearly sensed their fear, and the moment they stepped aside she saw why. Unlike what she imagined there was an endless field of asteroids in front of them which was so dense that there was no planet to be seen. This hidden world just as well couldn't exist.

Trust in what you feel. She recalled the force ghost’s words and closed her eyes, reaching out and feeling the cold of space, countless asteroids and just nothing… until she reached out even further where she sensed so many lifeforms that felt like a warm spot in the vast endlessness of space.

"I know where the planet is."

"This looks like an endless maze. Are you sure?"

Elora nodded with a spark of determination in her eyes that made Din speechless. At that moment he just knew . He knew he wanted to be with her until the day he drew his last breath. The strange woman he had found on Arvala-7 had turned into someone every honorable Mandalorian warrior would consider their equal, as someone worth fighting and dying for.

Elora sat down in the pilot seat, took a deep breath and steered the Razor Crest around the first giant asteroids with enough distance to lower the risk of a collision.

Trust your feelings, your eyes can betray you.

When they had passed several of those enormous space rocks, they noticed more and more ship parts floating aimlessly through space. Her assumptions had been correct, this was a starship graveyard. From freighters and gunships to starfighters, there were older and newer ships scattered everywhere between the asteroids. Din held his breath at the sight, and Grogu let his ears droop, a quiet whine escaping him.

The asteroids floated unpredictably to a non-force sensitive, but Elora sensed their every movement around them. They were hit by smaller asteroids and debris from time to time - nothing too big to cause serious damage but a few dents.

"This is going well so far. How do you… Look out!"

Elora took a sharp maneuver, avoiding to get hit by an asteroid that had suddenly got in their way. "We're not even halfway through. You better buckle up, I'll get us out of here!"

"How do you know where you're flying us? I can't see a damn thing that looks like a planet."

"It's there, I can feel them!"

"Them?"

"There are many life forms ahead. Trust me, Din!" She sped up, becoming more reckless. "The sooner we're out of here the better."

It became a very bumpy ride. More and more asteroids hit the ship, and there were no longer shipwrecks in sight. They had already come further than all the unlucky souls before them. Din sat down behind her, clutching Grogu against his chest plate. Elora noticed two very large asteroids in their way that were about to collide. She pushed the controls forward, hissing at the close call as they zoomed right between them as they collided right above the ship. Space rocks hit the Crest's roof and viewport, but fortunately everything remained intact.

"You could have killed us! Fly more carefully!"

"I know what I'm doing!" That was a blatant lie and they both knew it. Elora had no idea where she was going, all she did was feel their way through a seemingly endless maze when suddenly there was light shining at the asteroids in front of them. A distant star was its source and then everything went dark again as they flew around yet another asteroid and were suddenly surprised by a massive object right behind it.

"Moon! Careful, Elora!" Din got up and helped pull the controls to turn around the ship to change the course. "That was close. Okay, where's a moon there's usually a planet."

They took a breath of relief once they were at a safe distance between the moon and the Crest, flying further around it until they could see the star again which had to be the planet's sun. They followed the light, and around the next corner they finally laid their eyes on the hidden world for the first time. The planet was bright orange with several mountain ranges ripping through it, resembling scars on the planet's surface.

"Is this a desert world?" Elora asked.

Din used his sensors to zoom in on the sight and shook his head. "No, there are rivers and forests. I think it's the vegetation that looks as orange as a Tatooine sunset.

"We… we made it!" Elora cheered and jumped up, pulling him into a hug causing him to let out a surprised huff.

"I knew you could do this. I'm not surprised everyone else got lost in those asteroids. If you hadn't felt it, I would have thought this planet wouldn't exist or would have gotten completely lost trying to find it. The pilot seat is all yours, mesh'la . Take us down safely."

Her previous fear was replaced with excitement and endless curiosity. She steered the ship towards the planet, looking for a good place to land.

"Try the mountains, beskar ore doesn't grow on trees."

Is he trying to be funny? Maker help me!

As it turned out there was nowhere safe to land in the mountains, so Elora looked for an alternative landing spot at the other side of the river valley which separated the mountains from the plains and forests. She chose the edge of the woods as a good spot to land. The second the Crest landed on the soft orange grass, Elora looked at Din in disbelief.

"We… we actually made it! We're alive, we- we made it through this and-"

Now it was Din who pulled her into a surprise hug. "I know you'd rather be looking for your mother. The more it means to me that you just risked your life for Mandalore."

"To quote a clever but sometimes very annoying Mandalorian: This is the way."

"This is the way." he replied, and a silent romantic tension filled the air which was interrupted by Arfour barging into the cockpit, beeping excitedly. Din and Elora chuckled at the droid's antics. Din put Grogu, who had dozed off in his arms after all the excitement in the asteroid field, into his pram. Arfour was already rolling around in front of the hatch, waiting impatiently to go exploring. After packing necessary tools and rations they joined the astromech. Din pressed a button on his vambrace and the hatch opened - summer air, orange plains and the bluest sky they had ever laid eyes on welcoming them on a planet nobody had set foot on since over a thousand years.

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a/n: I can't be the only one getting 'Castle In the Sky' vibes from this, right? This movie inspired this and the upcoming chapters a little.

All I can say is that this planet is going to be very important for this story..... and that I obviously belong in horny jail!

Mando'a translations:

cyare = beloved

mesh'la = beautiful

ba'vodu/e = uncle/s, aunt/s

ba'buir = grandfather or grandmother

di'kut = idiot

ikaad = baby, infant

buir = father or mother

cyar'ika = sweetheart

ni kar'tayl gar darasuum = i love you

ner kar'ta = my heart

[mandoalorian]

hello, lovely. i'm stalking you today but not on purpose. can i pretty please request general - #12 on the prompt list with din djarin? i'm feeling soft today. 🥰 thank you.

Glittering Silver [Din Djarin x Gender Neutral!Reader]

Prompt: “Come back to bed, please.”

Summary: The Mandalorian hasn’t been sleeping much lately, and tonight is the night you find out why.

Warnings: mutual pining, soft fluff/smidge of angst. [Rated T]

Reblogs appreciated because it’s not showing up in tags🤍

It was hard to tell whether or not you were overstepping. You were, after all, only ‘crew’ on the Crest. You weren’t even sure if you could call Din a friend, really. You’d like to think he considered you a friend. You helped with his kid and he occasionally showed you sentiments of gratitude. But, he wasn’t the easiest of people to read.

The past few nights, something had been preying on his mind. Something had been keeping him awake. In the darkness of the hull, you could hear the clattering off his beskar armour as he dropped it to the ground. You usually slept on the floor, with a crocheted blanket that Din purchased especially for you, from a market in the Illenium System. “My pilot chair is a lot more comfortable,” his gruff voice would tell you, every damned night. “Or my bed.”

But you were used to sleeping on the floor; and with the blanket, it truly wasn’t so bad.

Despite it being completely pitch black, you could just about make out the glittering silver that shone by your feet. He’d discarded his plates of armour into a pile and was now wearing only his dark grey sweatshirt and black pants. He was circling around you, his footsteps heavy as he paced back and forth.

“...Din?” you rasped out, rubbing your tired eyes. There was no way of telling just how late it was.

The footsteps suddenly stopped.

“You’re awake.” Din’s voice was sweet like honey, but also, unmodulated. His words came out like a statement, rather than a question, and for a fleeting moment, you thought he sounded panicked.

You didn’t exactly want to tell him how his antics had been keeping you awake these past few nights; or how you were more than aware of his newfound habit of pacing around in anxious circles by your feet.

You knew he wasn’t wearing his helmet and so, out of respect, you closed your eyes again.

“What’s wrong?” you simply asked, tredding lightly on your words. Din was never one to open up or talk about his feelings.

“Can’t sleep.” he responded.

Go figure.

“Why?”

Another pause.

“You can’t be comfortable on the floor,” he huffed, and Maker, he sounded frustrated more than anything else. “Just— come to bed with me, please.”

It’s what he’d been asking of you for weeks now.

Was that really what had been preying on his mind? Your comfort? Surely not. You’d expressed more than enough times you were fine sleeping on the floor.

It’s not that you didn’t want to sleep with Din... you actually really liked the thought of your bodies crushed up together in such a close proximity. You liked the feeling of being snug against his chest and hearing his gentle snores. Maker, you liked him. It’s just, you didn’t want to overstep your boundaries.

“There’s not a chance the two of us will fit in that metal slab you call a bed,” you chuckled softly, dodging his request just like he’d dodged yours. “Why don’t you lay here, on the floor? There’s more than enough room.”

“I can’t.” he replied sadly. His dejected tone only confused you further.

“What do you mean, you can’t?” You padded down the floor next to you with your hand and straightened out your blanket.

“It won’t help.”

Won’t help what, exactly? You stiffened slightly. “I’m not following...”

Din sighed. “It won’t help,” he snapped again, this time his voice even more gruff and angrier than you’d ever heard him before. “You were only meant to be crew. Only meant to help with repairs on the ship and take care of the kid and— that’s it! That’s all you were supposed to be!”

“Din I don’t— I don’t understand—“

“Do you not want to sleep with me, is that it? Because I’d never force you, but just— make it clear. Be clear with me.”

“Is that what this is about?” you quizzed, completely and utterly baffled.

“I— I— agh,” Din kicked the pile of beskar armour, and cursed in a language you could only assume was Mando’a. “I have feelings for you!” He shouted, his voice bouncing off the walls in the dead of night. “And I shouldn’t! I know I shouldn’t. But listen, you always look so pretty when you’re fixing up the engine and you have grease on your cheeks and oil splatters on your clothes, and your hair is sticking up in random directions. When I see you holding Grogu, my heart melts. And I feel bad for him because he loves you so much. He’ll be broken when you eventually leave. Because everyone always leaves eventually.”

Sometime during his outburst, you had stood up and tried to make your way over to him, your eyes still shut. Your arms were extended, trying your hardest to feel the way. Your stomach burst into butterflies when Din grabbed onto your hands and steadied you.

“Who says that I want to leave?” you sniffed, feeling completely and utterly full by his revelation. “I— I have feelings for you too.”

Din made a exasperated sound and dropped one of your hands. “No,” he muttered. “You haven’t even seen my face. How can you have feelings for me? You won’t even sleep with me.”

You let go off his hands and reached up, cupping his face. In the darkness, you could feel the brassiness of his stubble and the sharpness of his jaw. No, you couldn’t see his face, and you were fine with that, but there was something so special about him letting you touch you this way. It was an intimacy you’d never experienced before.

“Come back to bed, please.” you whispered.

“I don’t want to lose you.” Din croaked, trying to fight back tears.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, softly shushing the bounty hunter. “Come back to bed with me. Let me hold you.”

He did, eventually, without any further protest.

Knowing he was comfortable in his own bed, you slipped in next to him. There was no need for any more fighting or arguing when you both felt the same way about each other. Your mind was racing a million miles an hour, in complete disbelief that he actually liked you back. It felt like a dream you were unable to even fathom.

It was cozy at least, your warm bodies pressed against each other just like you’d imagined. You wrapped a tired arm around Din’s torso and shuffled into his chest.

“I do have feelings for you, Din,” you admitted. “I have for a long time. I didn’t want to sleep with you because I was scared.”

“Scared of me?” Din asked.

“No,” you replied. “Scared of what it might do to us. I didn’t know where we stood.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

You smiled to yourself and reached down to hold his hand. “I’m just glad I know now.”

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