#we love grogu in this house

[primusdemoniccreatrix]

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

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

Love, One At A Time

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

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

You open up the app, letting the timer start.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, it was alliterated?

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

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

[dindjarindiaries]

Since Ahsoka is influencing the writing for season 4, I’m betting Ezra will be back and the one to continue Grogus training. He’s kinda the perfect guy for the job. He’s a very non traditional Jedi and has strong connections to Mandalorian culture.

I would be down for this! If Ezra had an appearance like Ahsoka's in season 2, I wouldn't be opposed at all.

[imwritesometimes]

re-watching s2e1 again so now it's time to once again state how much I love and adore Peli Motto. everything about her is just. yes. she gets it. she is just yes.

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Not sure if you’d be into this butttt with the little cabin that Din just received - could we get like a glimpse of domestic life with din, reader, grogu, annndd maybe another kid or a kid on the way? Smut is welcome! But also it doesn’t have to have it

Ok hope you like the idea love you bye 😂

The Cabin

pairing: din djarin x f!reader

rating: F (one mildly steamy line of dialogue but besides that just some domestic fluff)

wc: <1k

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The days of sneaking glimpses of The Mandalorian when he’d come to the school you taught at to drop off and pick his son up were long gone by now, but standing on the porch of Din’s cabin that he insisted was now your cabin, you couldn’t help but stare.

Din was in the yard, sparring with Grogu to keep his apprentice’s skills sharp.

There wasn’t even a sliver of skin exposed, and yet he still looked like the sexiest man you’d ever seen. It was in the way he moved, the way he taught, the way he spoke to his child like every child wanted to be spoken to. He was just so…competent. A competent fighter, though he preferred to keep that side of himself far from you. A competent father, his devotion to Grogu running as deeply as his devotion to his Creed, perhaps even deeper. And Maker knows you can’t forget his competency as a lover—his skillful hands, his neediness, his attentiveness, his desire to make you feel good, it all made you feel drunk with adoration and lust.

“That’s enough for the day,” he announced through labored breathing, the child’s use of the force making the fight nearly fair. “You did good, kid.”

“You both did well,” you added from the porch, watching as Grogu leapt across the lawn towards you until you were bending down to pick him up. “Especially you.”

“He’s getting good,” Din said, meeting the two of you on the porch. “He’s a better fighter than most adults.”

“Well, he’s your son, after all,” you replied, looking into the black of Din’s visor. Din tilted his helmet at you, something you’d slowly learned to read as a smile, and reached to pinch your chin with his gloved hand. “Lunch is ready. You must be starving, little guy.” Grogu chirped and cooed in confirmation, his wide eyed look of excitement never failing to bring a smile to your face. Looking to Din, you lifted your hand to scratch his chin from beneath his helmet. “You hungry?”

“Starving,” he replied, low and husky.

“I’m talking about food,” you laughed and turned around to walk into the house with Grogu on your hip. Din let out the slightest of chuckles and followed you inside, the door closing behind him.

“Food sounds nice too, cyar’ika.”

Later on in the evening, you found yourself sitting beside Din on the bench in front of the cabin, the lid of his helmet lifted as he sipped on a drink. Your head rested on his shoulder, his armor off, and watched Grogu chase a frog around the yard.

“How’s the little one treating you today?” Din asked, his voice unmodulated and clearer than normal. You smiled down at your just-now swelling stomach and ran a hand over it.

“Treating me okay,” you answered. “Likes to kick when you talk.”

“Really?” he huffed a chuckle. “I’m not sure that’s a good thing.”

“I think it is,” you looked at him with a smile. “They’re just excited to meet their dad.”

“I’m excited to meet them, too,” he replied, soft and sincere, as though he were on the verge of tears. Turning back to face his child as he used the force to freeze the frog he’d been playing with and hover it back into his waiting hands, Din let out another chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, smiling.

“I just never…” He paused, looking back to you before closing the lid of his helmet, his voice becoming modulated again. “Just never thought I’d have all this.”

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[jake-g-lockley]

Heyyy would you please do prompt 2 and (or) 9 with din? <3

Twisted Vows (Din Djarin x reader) 

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Prompt: head or shoulder massages, lover’s sick habit ie being too stubborn to let someone else help

A/N: Thanks for the ask lovely!!! DIN SICK FIC!! Please, this tin can is so stubborn, I bet he’s a real hard headed dummy when he is sick. But, ofc we love our Din &lt;3

Warnings: Allusions to sex, Din taking off the helmet, the creed being a real bitch to real life things like sickness, vomiting. 

Word count: 1.6 k

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Your eyes sparkled as you looked at the fruits before you, smiling at the shopkeeper. Your Din loved fruits but he never asked for them, he never asked for anything. Before he met you, he would often go days without eating, hopping around from planet to planet in a wild nomadic frenzy. Things only got worse when Grogu made his appearance, Din ate sparingly and gave most of his food to his baby. You loved cooking food, and you loved it when you had someone to feed. 

When you appeared, you gave Din the chance to love food again, to slowly grow into the shell he hunched in after becoming a Mandalorian. He always had shown you his grumpy exterior but you clearly knew about his soft interior. You’d only see his soft side whenever he would take care of his son and more recently, when he would take care of you.

Once you were happy with your groceries you made your slow walk back to your hut, picking some flowers along the way for your flower vase. You opened the ramp to the Crest and were about to slip your shoes off and placed them beside Din’s chunky boots when a peculiar sight caught your eyes.

Your partner’s helmet somehow had grown a pair of green arms and was waddling towards your direction, a spoon in one green claw. You smiled down at your little green monster, wondering where Din might be if his helmet was walking around the house. 

Your answer came almost immediately when you heard loud footsteps followed by a gruff “COVER YOUR EYES!”

You squeezed your eyes shut and heard Grogu giggling as he ran away from his dad. 

“Hey Din! Catch!” you unfurled your scarf and threw it blindly. 

“You can open your eyes now.” you opened one eye to see the big burly man in lounge clothes with your scarf around his face. 

You set your groceries aside and scooped up the thieving babbling toddler, pulling Din’s helmet off to reveal Grogu’s cute face, a loud sigh coming from the man before you . 

“Baby, what did we say about taking your Papa’s helmet?” you gently chastise, kissing his forehead gently as Din stomped towards you, stretching his arms out for his helmet. As Din got closer, you realised something was wrong. He was breathing weirdly, not his usual controlled breathing and his back was hunched slightly. He turned and gagged into his elbow, followed by a weak cough.

“Oh Din, are you okay?” you worriedly questioned, stretching your free arm out to feel his exposed neck but Din stepped back.

You narrowed your eyes at him and Din’s eyes widened under the scarf. 

You whispered “do the thing” into Grogu’s ear and he immediately raised his hand, causing Din to lurch forward and collide with you. 

“Not fair.” Din mumbled in defeat as you touched his neck.

“Din, you’re running a fever, that's it, back to bed or I’m hiding your helmet.” you say sternly.

“Fine, can I have my helmet back first?” he mumbled under the scarf and you nodded, shutting your eyes again as he removed the scarf from his face, dropping it onto his son’s face.

You opened your eyes as soon as you heard the hiss of his helmet and Grogu squealing under the scarf. You tutted angrily at the both of them as Din hung his head.

“Stop having beef with your own child, tin can.” you scolded the overgrown child in front of you, pulling the scarf off Grogu’s head. “Go to your room, I’ll come back with some stuff for you.”

You stared into his visor as you kissed the top of Grogu’s head again. The Mandalorian sauntered off, not before mumbling something under his breath. You smiled as you caught the last bit of his sentence.

“I’m the one who is sick but he gets all the kisses.”

You shook your head and bent down to place Grogu in his bassinet before taking your groceries to the tiny kitchen. 

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Din tried to lay back and forget how his body was hurting all over. He groaned as he clutched his tummy, quickly slipping his helmet on before running out of his room. You watch worriedly as Din dashes past you and makes a beeline to the refresher.

You hear him emptying the contents of his stomach and your heart ached at the small whimper that accompanied the retching when there was nothing left for him to throw up. 

“Din, sweetheart?” you called as you stood outside the refresher. “You have your helmet on?” 

A small grunt of confirmation makes you throw the door open and you drop to your knees beside the Mandalorian who was now curled against the metal wall. Behind all of his pain, Din’s heart swelled with your respect towards his creed. He wanted to tell you what plagued his head and heart but all he could do was gag.

“Oh Din, maybe I should just leave, I-i don’t know what to do, I can’t help you if you don’t have your helmet off.” you say, your eyes brimming with tears. 

“I don’t know what to do either.” he whispered.

You laid down on the cold floor and curled up, facing Din, taking his hand in yours, an idea sparking in your mind. 

“Shall I suggest something really stupid then?” you say as Din’s mind calmed slightly at your touch. 

He grunted and you took a deep breath. 

“Marry me.” you whisper and through the fog of pure sickness, Din Djarin stares at you as if you were the craziest woman in the galaxy. 

“What?”

“You heard me. Marry me, then I can take care of you.” you say, placing a hand on his helmet, where his cheek would be. 

“You’re crazy.”

“And you’re sick.”

“Fuck.” Din had so much to argue about marrying him. 

He definitely was not a match for you, no matter how much his heart yearned for you, no matter how badly he wanted all of you to be his. 

“Din, I swear on my name and the names of the Ancestors, that I should walk the way of our love and the words that my heart sings shall be forever forged between us.” you say clearly, twisting the words of the creed that Din had used before dipping himself in the Living Waters. “You better agree before you throw up in that helmet, Djarin.”

Din slowly sits up and takes your hands, placing it under his helmet and letting you push it off to reveal his face. You stared in shock, not realising that he would be this pretty, despite being sick as a dog.

“Heya, husband.” you whisper as you run a finger down his nose, watching as his eyes flutter close. 

Din swallows and blinks, focusing on your face. Your fingers trace his lips, the ones you’ve had on you before in frantic times when you and Din’s desperations tipped over and the both of you lost control. 

“Your husband is gonna throw up all over you if you don’t move.” he croaked out and you shifted as Din bent over the bowl and retched. 

You rubbed the small of his back and whispered softly to him as he coaxed his stomach to relax. It took you a while to get the dizzy Din to get up from the refresher floor and lead him to his room. You pushed him down and handed him a pill that would calm his tummy, before slowly feeding him fruit that you had cut up for him.

Din could not express anything he was feeling, and he just accepted your unrequited love that you shoved at him. His eyes were downcasted after a while and you realised that he might not be used to someone seeing his face this long.

“Just yell for me if you need anything.” you said before standing to get up, but Din yanked you down despite being the weakest you’ve ever seen him.

“C-could you stay a while?” he whispered, his thumb gently tracing your wrist. 

You smiled and pushed his curls away from his forehead, making his eyes flutter close. 

“Of course.” you assured with a smile.

Din twitched awkwardly and you eyed him, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“Is something hurting?” 

“Nah.” he croaked out after a long pause.

“You can’t lie to me, I’m your-”

“Wife, yea got it.” he huffed  and scowled, making you giggle. “My head and neck are a little uncomfortable.”

You nod knowingly. 

“Can you turn over?” you ask and Din hesitated before shaking his head.

You thought his stomach was still making him uncomfortable but in reality, Din just wanted to look at your face. 

You sat on the bed and crossed your legs, laying his head onto your legs. He looked up at you with big eyes, and you skimmed your knuckles across his warm skin. 

You begin with his temples slowly kneading them with your fingers until a soft sigh escapes his lips. 

“A little h-higher?” 

“Of course, love.” 

Din loved it when you called him that. He was your love, your only love, maybe second to Grogu, but he was yours. That reminded him…

“When I get better, I’ll tell you the proper vows.” he whispered, and you blink down at him before realising what he was talking about.

“Oh-”

“Yea, we’re definitely breaking the creed here, but I don’t care. I-i’ve been meaning to tell you for a long time…” he said before taking a deep breath.

“Shh, I know.” you whispered, placing a finger on his lips. 

Din couldn’t help but smile. Despite knowing that you knew, he wanted to hear himself say it.

“I love you, my riduur.” he says as his eyes became heavier by the way you were gently pushing all of his pain away.

“I love you too, Din Djarin.” you whispered as he drifted off to sleep, placing a lingering kiss onto his forehead and smiling down at him. 

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[beskarandblasters]

Breaking in the New House

Husband!Din Djarin x Wife!Reader

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Summary: After marrying Din on Mandalore you move into a new house on Nevarro. Din gives Grogu to Greef Karga overnight to christen the new house in the best way possible; by fucking in every single room.

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, established relationship, took some liberties as to what I think the layout of the house is like, helmet is on and off for sex, oral sex (M and F receiving), Din Djarin is an uncut man and I stand by that, he also has stamina and can pick reader up, cum eating, nipple play, vaginal sex, semi public sex?? (idk they do it against a window 💀), multiple rounds, multiple positions, creampie, squirting, cockwarming, praising, aftercare, use of Mando'a words (cyar'ika = sweetheart, mesh'la = beautiful, riduur = spouse), no use of y/n

“Thanks for taking him for us!” you say, passing Grogu off to Greef Karga. 

“Of course. I love this little critter. Is it date night tonight?” he says, taking him in his arms. 

“You could say that,” Din says, placing a hand on the small of your back. 

You recently moved into a new house on Nevarro following the Mandalorians retaking Mandalore and a spontaneous marriage ceremony for you and Din. And now that you have a stable place to live and don’t have to figure out creative ways to have sex without the Razor Crest, Din wants to fuck you in the new house; every room in the new house. But Karga doesn’t need to know about your plan. 

“Stop!” you scold him, turning around and lightly slapping his bicep. 

“Right… Well have fun you two!”

You wave goodbye to Grogu and turn to walk home. Din’s hand on the small of your back travels down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. 

“Din! We’re still in public!”

“You know I don’t care.”

You sigh in response. “You ready, cyar’ika? I meant it when I said every room.”

“Minus Grogu’s room, of course.”

“We can just do it in the backyard to make up for that.”

“Don’t push your luck,” you laugh. 

You walk up the path to your front door and step inside. Din wastes no time taking off his helmet because you can hear the hiss of the modulator behind you. That’s something you’re still getting used to; seeing his face regularly now that you’re married. Not that you’re complaining. You hear him set the helmet down on a shelf behind you and his hands grab your waist, spinning you around to face him. His eyes are filled with pure lust, pupils blown out so wide leaving only a small ring of brown. 

“What order should we do this, cyar’ika?”

“Bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom? Maybe in the refresher at the end so we can wash up after?”

“Oh yeah you know we’re going to be filthy by the time we’re done,” he says, going in for a kiss. 

His lips collide with yours and in an instant the kiss turns passionate. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it lightly and letting out a small groan. He needs to be inside you now.

Your bodies move back and forth in sync, inching your way to the bedroom with you shedding layers of clothing and being careful to not break the kiss. You arrive by the edge of the bed and you’re completely undressed by now but Din is not. He wants you to remove his armor and weapons for him; something he can’t get enough of every time you have sex. The way you respect his creed and treat his armor so gently does something for him. You start with the armor on his thighs, removing each piece and setting them down lightly on the nightstand and working your way up. You take off everything from his breastplate, shoulder pauldrons, belt, vibrances, holster, everything until he’s just in his flight suit. You notice the large bulge already forming against the fabric. He takes off his gloves, boots and flight suit, leaving them in a small pile on the floor. And there he stands in front of you, completely bare. Your riduur being naked in front of you shouldn’t be such a surprise but up until now, sex was always something spontaneous; wherever you could fit it in, leaving no time for him to remove everything and be completely vulnerable with you. But here with you in this house he feels safe. Your eyes trail up and down his form, taking in every detail from his scars, body hair, and tummy. And also his hard cock; roughly eight inches long, uncut with a patch of pubic hair he keeps neat. And it’s all for you. 

“You like what you see, cyar’ika?”

“Always,” you smile, meeting his gaze. 

You sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to take the lead. He falls to his knees in front of your legs and spreads them apart. He brings his hand to your belly and pushes lightly, prompting you to lay down. You oblige and rest your back on the bed, shivering in anticipation of his touch. His hand starts at your inner ankle, slowly moving upwards to your thigh. He pauses and stares at your cunt, already glistening for him and only him. He rests the side of his face on your inner thigh and asks, “Ready, riduur?”

“Please, Din,” you beg, aching for his touch already. 

“So needy,” he chuckles, his warm breath tickling you. 

He brings his tongue to your cunt, licking slowly up and down your sex. Your breath shudders every time he draws closer to your clit. With one last slow lick up your cunt he moves to your clit, sucking with determination to get you to cum. You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging on it every time he adds more pressure. You arch your back in pleasure, writing against him as he keeps sucking on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Having him eat you out was rare for you, only taking off his helmet under the cover of darkness. And to be here married to him, helmet off with the lights on as he eats you out while you lay on a real bed is something you only thought possible in your dreams. You grind yourself against his face, aching for more contact, basically fucking yourself against his face at this point. With one last swirl of his tongue around your clit you’re coming, costing the lower half of his face with your release. It’s a big orgasm, making all of your limbs feel tingly with pleasure and you’re far from done with orgasms for the night. 

He pulls away once the movement of your hips slows down and sits beside you on the bed, watching your chest rise and fall as you catch your breath. 

“That was amazing, Din,” you breathe out, still a little shaky.

“There’s more where that came from, cyar’ika.”

You giggle and say, “Oh yeah? But now it’s your turn,” moving down to where he was on the floor. 

You kneel beside the bed, taking his hard length in your hand and giving it a few strokes. You press kisses all over his thighs and groin, everywhere but his cock, making him ache for it. You bring your lips to the head of his cock when you decide he’s had enough teasing, swirling your tongue around the head and under the foreskin before taking his length into your mouth, as much as you can fit. You hear him curse and pant above you, followed by a strained, “cyar’ika”. 

Your other hand cups his balls lightly and that’s when you feel him go crazy, completely desperate for more. You bob your head up and down, keeping one hand at the base of his cock and the other holding his balls a little tighter. You switch back and forth between taking his shaft in your mouth and playing with his foreskin with your tongue. His balls tense up in your hand and you know he’s about to cum. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, stroking his cock so the head rests against your flat tongue, getting ready to swallow his cum. With one last stroke of his shaft and squeeze in his he’s coming hard, letting out a jumbled string of groans, obscenities and your name. You swallow every last drop of his release before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and sitting on the bed beside him, watching him catch his breath this time. 

He grabs your waist and lays down on the bed, pulling you against him. His cock still hard and upright but that was to be expected. He’s been dreaming of his moment ever since he decided to move here. 

“You take care of me so well, riduur,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against your lips. 

“Of course,” you say, kissing him back before moving to straddle him. You sink down onto his cock slowly, both of you sighing at the familiar, warm feeling. His cock stretches your walls and brushes against your cervix; something you had to get used to at first, just the sheer size of him. But now it’s like you two were made for each other, like his cock is right where it belongs; buried inside your cunt.  

You rock your hips back and forth and his hands grip the soft skin of your waist. Every moment you make buries his cock deeper inside you, your breasts bouncing perfectly for him. He removes one hand from your waist and brings it to the outline of one of your breasts, caressing it softly before moving to your nipple. He takes it between his fingertips and pinches it lightly, driving you insane and emitting a soft whine from you. 

“Din, I’m gonna cum soon,” you whine as he moves from one breast to the other. 

“Do it, cyar’ika. Soak my cock,” he says, desperate to feel your cunt squeeze his cock already. 

With one last grind of your hips against him you’re coming hard, the head of his cock nestled against your cervix as you cum. Your cunt flutters and pulsates around him, gripping his cock in erratic patterns. The movement of your hips slows and comes to a stop as your high comes to an end. As for Din… he’s still completely hard. 

“Alright next room, mesh’la,” he says, squeezing your ass. 

You groan, not wanting him to leave your cunt just yet, but you know he’s gonna keep fucking you relentlessly. You hop off of him and stand, knees buckling underneath you already. He grabs your waist to keep you steady before leading you to the living room in front of the house. He grabs his helmet off the shelf and puts it back on, prompting you to ask, “What for?”

“Against the window, cyar’ika,” he says. 

“Against the window?”

“Mhm. In case anyone needs to be reminded who you belong to.”

How can you say no to that?

You draw the curtains and look outside. The sun is starting to set. You situate yourself in front of the window and bend over, sticking your ass out for him and pressing your hands against the glass. He enters you slowly, letting out a modulated moan as he cock returns to where it belongs. Your breasts are flush against the window and your head is turned to the side as he thrusts in and out of you. You have a rush of adrenaline at the thought of anyone walking by and seeing you. The thought of someone seeing you take your riduur’s cock just adds to your arousal. It’s like he can sense what does to you, how wet that makes you. 

“Dirty girl,” he says, “I bet you want someone to see us.”

You just moan in response because you know it’s true. He keeps his grip on your hips tight as he fucks you relentlessly, drawing back and slamming into you with force. Your legs are getting weaker underneath you and if you didn’t have the window to keep you upright you’d surely be collapsing right now. He reaches around you and brings a hand to your clit, rubbing small circles around it as he continues to plow you. And this is it, you’re gonna cum again for the third time tonight. Your third orgasm rips through you, even more intense than the previous ones. A warm tingling feeling originates at your core and spreads outwards, making your whole body feel euphoric. With one last slam of his hips into you he’s coming, too. He paints your insides with his cum, keeping you in place against the window before pulling out when he’s finished. You stand upright and lean back into him. He wraps his arms around you as you both catch your breath. 

“Quick break?”

“Mhm. Quick,” you say. 

He chuckles and lets go of you to shut the curtains and remove his helmet again. You sit down next to each other on the couch, both of you slick with sweat from the evening’s activities. He glances over at you, breathing deeply from being fucked hard and your nipples perked up, eyeing you up and down as you’re curled up next to him. His thighs are spread apart slightly and his cock is still hard in his lap, moving slightly as he breathes.

This is supposed to be your breather but… you can’t resist. You move into his lap and straddle him, sinking down on his cock again. You’re not really looking to fuck again. You just missed the feeling of him inside you. He doesn’t protest or say a word, understanding your actions completely. You lean forward and rest against his chest. He rubs your back and whispers words of praise in your ear. 

“You’re doing so well, cyar’ika, taking my cock like this.”

You hum in response as you relax for a moment, reveling in the feeling of being full without any movement. 

“Ready for the next room, mesh’la?” he asks, after you’ve both had a moment to rest. 

“Mhm,” you sigh, reluctantly pulling yourself off him again. 

You walk to the kitchen and decide where you want to do it. You could have him fuck over the sink but it’d be similar to the position you just did in the living room. You turn to the kitchen table and notice it’s the perfect height for you to splay out on top of it as he stands at the edge. 

“Right here?” you ask, placing a hand on top of the table. 

“Right where we eat, cyar’ika?”

Blood rushes to your cheeks as you feel then heat up. Maybe that wasn’t a good call. But instead he loves it, grabbing your waist and pulling you into him. 

“Dirty girl you are,” he says, kissing you, “On the table for me.”

You nod and feel a little stupid for getting embarrassed but nevertheless you climb on top of the table, your cunt at the edge of the table and your legs hanging over. 

He bends down and licks another stripe up your cunt, something you weren’t expecting and it sends a shiver up your spine. 

“What? I have to eat it on the table, cyar’ika,” he chuckles before returning to lap your cunt. 

You sigh as his tongue tracing around your cunt and back up to your clit, finishing by sucking on it to get you nice and ready for him again. He stands and aligns himself with your entrance, pushing into you once more. But this time he pushes down on your abdomen as he fucks you, right where his cock is buried deep inside you. It’s intense; a newfound sensation you’ve never had before. 

“Stars, Din, that feels good,” you moan as your pleasure mounds. 

“Mhm, I bet, cyar’ika.”

He adds a bit more pressure, not enough to hurt you or bother you but just enough to make you feel even better. His thumb returns to your clit again and you feel like the floodgates are about to burst. And they do. Before you know it you’re squirting all over the kitchen table; all over him. And it makes him feral. Yes, you’ve squirted for him before but he’s never been able to see it without the helmet in the way and he can’t get enough. 

“Yes, just like that, cyar’ika. Cum all over my cock,” he says, fucking you harder as he grows more and more obsessed. Your soft moans and cries fill the kitchen as he fucks you through your orgasm. And somehow, it’s more intense than the previous ones. You don’t know how that’s even possible but leave it to Din to make you feel this good. 

He buries his cock into you down to the hilt and spills his release into you with a groan. His eyes are closed as he rides out his immense pleasure. You can’t believe the stamina he’s had tonight but then again you can. Your riduur is completely feral for you and only you. Completely delirious on making you cum over and over again on his cock. 

He pulls out and stares at the absolute mess you both made. Your cunt is soaked with your release and his, dripping from the table and onto the floor. You sit up so you can see it for yourself, marveling at the sheer amount of liquid you both produced. He grabs your chin and kisses you again, tugging at your bottom lip and growling against you, “Good girl”finishing with another kiss before pulling away. 

He helps you off the table as your legs just keep getting shakier as the night progresses. It’s time for the final round; in the refresher in the bathroom. You follow him into the bathroom and he turns the water on, letting the small space feel with steam. You step inside and let the water run down your body, soothing the soreness you’ve built up tonight. He wraps your arms around you from behind and pulls you into his chest.

“You’re so tired, cyar’ika,” he muses. 

“Mhm. But I’m not giving up, not now,” you sigh. 

“Good,” he says, pressing a kiss by your ear, “Turn around for me.”

You do as you're told and turn around for him, facing him and staring down at his still hard cock. He bends down and picks you up by hooking his arms around your thighs, pinning you against the refresher wall and bringing you down onto his cock. It always amazes you how strong your riduur is, how he can pick you up and fuck you so effortlessly. He plows into you against the wall and you think back to all the different places and positions you’ve been fucked in tonight. You’re truly spent but that doesn’t mean you’re tapping out now, not at the final round. 

Your bodies are pressed up against each other, warm and wet from the shower. His biceps are peppered in droplets of water as he keeps his grip on you tight, fucking you in truly an animalistic way. His hair is getting wet from the water above and you take a mental picture of this sight; the first time having sex in the refresher with Din. 

The sounds in the small bathroom are truly obscene, between your moans, his grunts and the sound of skin colliding with skin you’re grateful no one is around. With one last slam of his hips you’re coming undone, writhing against him and the wall. He keeps his arms hooked tightly around your thighs as he cums, too, releasing his final load of the night inside you. He keeps you upright against the wall until he’s sure you’re done riding out your high before letting you down gently, helping you get steady on your feet. 

“Thank you, cyar’ika,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him.

“Of course, my love,” you say, “I had so much fun and I’m glad we finally have a home together.”

“Me, too,” he says, kissing your forehead. 

He knows you’re exhausted and he wants to take care of you. So, he grabs the soap and starts washing you, lathering up your body as you hold onto him for stability. He rinses you off and washes himself quickly to get you into bed already. He helps you out of the refresher, keeping your hand in his as you step out. He grabs towels and wraps one around your shoulder and his own around his waist before walking you back to the bedroom. He helps you dry off, running the towel up and down your legs, across your back and the rest of your body. You both choose to sleep naked and pressed up against each other. You both crawl into bed, resting your head on his chest as he rubs your back and kisses the top of your head. 

“I love you, cyar’ika,” he murmurs.

“I love you, too, Din,” you reply, feeling sleep start to overtake you.

“Oh!” he says suddenly, “We forgot the backyard.”

“Let it be a morning delight, my love,” you whisper.

“Deal,�� he whispers back with one last kiss to the top of your head.

That was certainly a way to break in the new house. 

End note: Thought of this idea today and it wouldn't leave me alone!! Send me requests for the tin can man, I’m a bit feral for him rn 😵‍💫

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[thewriterowl]

I love how Din is daddy issues for Luke at least twice-over.

We know that Din is a parallel to Anakin--like he is more “Anakin-like” within the story than Luke is, on top of being a masked father figure with a deep voice.

But Din is so much like Owen Lars it is not even funny.

They both are grouchy and would say “Get off my lawn!” or tell the kid in the house to turn down that music (”is that what you even call music these days?”). Both are overprotective and do not trust easily with their family at all but by the Force, their kid will learn the value of failure and hard-work (ie. Luke on the farm and Grogu in the covert). Din happily chose a quiet cottagecore lifestyle that he has to fund through bounty hunting...but if he had the talent (and eventually he may) you know he is going to find another, nicer way to live. Maybe not farming of sorts but he’ll do something more akin to that than being a hunter. How he tries to shoo off all the crazy Force-stuff before having to accept it (Owen would’ve eventually and bregungindly). 

THE DAD NAPS. You know they both nap sitting up, arms crossed, and probably snore.

And the “he is my own” is something Din would say without a doubt. 

Also, being in love with a small, feisty blond who can shoot (how much we wanna bet Luke learn his blaster skills from Beru) with steady hands and a smart-mouth?

God, Dinluke is so cannon. 

[avenging-fandoms]

a pedro pascal imagine where him and the reader are in a relationship but they are keeping it secret/private and one day they are photographed by the paparazzi while grocery shopping together and their relationship is now known to everyone

**cheese the cat will be in a lot of stories, so here is a photo of cheese

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Your parents, siblings, and close friends were the only ones who knew you and Pedro were together. With a little age gap in between you two, you didn't want to announce the relationship to the public just yet as your parents were still processing this information and didn't really like the age gap thing.

You and Pedro would posting things of each other but nothing that gave you two away like tattoos or your nails. You would post date nights, shadow pictures, things that made the internet wonder who Pedro Pascal was dating.

You rolled your shoulders back as Pedro's mustache tickled the skin between your shoulder blades down your spine. He kissed your bare skin softly, rubbing his hand down your arm and linking your fingers together with his hand over your knuckles.

"We need to run some errands today. Clean, grocery shopping. It's time to start our day" you hum and Pedro kisses you softly as you roll over. "You are so beautiful when you wake up"

"Oh I love how you love to lie" you smile and he rolls his eyes. He kisses you again before getting up, letting you get ready as he was already ready. He headed downstairs while you did your morning routine, pouting as you reach the bottom step and don't smell coffee brewing.

"I figured we would stop at Starbucks before our errands day. We deserve it” Pedro rubbed your arms and you smile, holding his hands as you stand on your toes to kiss him.

Pedro drove as you took music control, sunglasses on as the windows were cracked half way and you two jammed out. You made sure to hide your face as Pedro pulled up to the window as they recognized him every time he went through.

You moan as you take a sip of your coffee, kissing Pedro with a foam mustache. He giggles and licks his lips, turning up the volume on the radio as he drums his fingers on the wheel, using your hand as a microphone.

This was a moment you recorded for just the two of you. You have an album of you and Pedro. Kissing, his tongue poking your lips, vacation photos, everything that showed you two were together.

Pedro pulled into Target and unbuckled his seatbelt, leaning very close to your face as he sang the song. You laugh and push his face and he shuts off the car. You two get out and he grabs a cart, tapping the handle.

You jump up and Pedro stands behind you, smiling at your giggle as he steers. You huff as your sneakers hit the ground, bowing out of his arms and walking next to him with your hand in his back pocket.

You two walk up and down the aisle, and Pedro insisted on heading to the toy section. “Babe! They have the Disney store Mini Brands!” he gasps as he points at Grogu on the display. “My son, I have to find him”

Pedro grabbed 4 balls and you gasp softly, hitting his bicep. “Pedro! Those are 8 dollars each!”

“Honey, I was in The Mandalorian, we’ll be fine” you laugh and he chuckles as he sneaks a fifth ball in the cart.

“No, baby, you are The Mandalorian!” you smile and he flexes, making you laugh and squeeze his bicep.

You two found a new board game for game night after you clean and eat, then headed to the sections where you actually needed the items, picking up more things you definitely didn’t need.

You guys check out and pay without and hassle, loading up the car quickly and heading out.

You took a pit stop for lunch and ate it at the island before blasting music and cleaning the house.

After 3 hours of deep cleaning, bad karaoke and slow dancing with rubber gloves, candles were lit around the kitchen and living room.

Cheese rested his heavy body on your lap with your feet propped up on the ottoman, wine glass in hand with the tv playing a show.

You look over at Pedro who had a towel swung over his shoulder, the pan sizzling as he made dinner.

You finished the episode and Pedro called you for dinner. Before you passed him in the kitchen, he stopped you and filled your glass.

You hum and he slaps your butt softly as he kisses you quickly. You sat down at the table and Pedro shortly joined after feeding Cheese his meal.

You two made small talk and giggled a bit before your phone started to vibrate against the table. “It’s.. Megan. She never calls” you swallowed your bite and answer the phone call. “Is everything okay?”

Pedro could barely make out what the other person was saying, but by the looks of your eyes it wasn’t good. “Uhm.. well I was eventually going to tell the family, we’re still figuring.. no no.. okay, I’m hanging up”

You pressed the red button. “What?”

You look at Pedro. “Fuck!” you quickly look back at your phone and go on Twitter, hitting the Explore page.

“What is going on?” Pedro flailed his hands and you shake your head, showing him your phone. “How? Oh.. other people inside” he dropped his tone and shoulders and you groan.

“Pedro everyone’s going to be talking about us for days, weeks! You saw what they did with the Daddy shit, this is going to be way worse”

“Oh, I know you’re not happy about the way it came out. We don’t even have to address it, just brush it off or act like it never happened when asked. Deny.. deny.. deny” Pedro smirks and you bite back a smile.

“I’m so grateful for you” you whisper and push your half empty plate towards the middle of the table.

You lean over and kiss him hard, his hands pulling your hips off the chair and onto his lap, standing up and taking you to the bedroom.

Cheese was happy he got extra dinner that night thanks to his parents leaving their plates out.

[iron-strangers]

we will raise warriors

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Female Jedi!Reader

Tags: Established Relationship, Mand’alor Din Djarin, PWP, Vaginal sex, Creampie

CW: Breeding Kink, No use of Y/N, Smut (MINORS DNI)

Length: 2.036 words

Read this on AO3: we will raise warriors

Link to the series on ao3, tumblr

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“Happy love day!” You greet Din at the front door of your home by tackling him with a bear hug, armors and all, presenting a small gift, wrapped rather messily, with a huge, silly red bow on top. “Got you a little something, cyare!”

Din just walked into your home, a grand three-bedroom apartment-style room in the eastern wing of Keldabe Palace. I want to see the sunrise every morning, cyare, you had said when Din asked you to pick your family wing upon moving to the ancient, though newly renovated palace. Din had no preference. No actually, he’d prefer not to live in the old castle. He’d rather live in a house in the countryside, somewhere near a body of water, where he can enjoy nature with his family, away from the responsibility of being The Mand’alor. But anywhere is just as good if he has his beautiful riduur and their foundling with him, Din claimed.

You help your riduur to pull off his cape, hanging the long fabric on its stand near the door. Gone is the old and tattered one, replaced by a floor-length, crimson, soft fabric that more often than not got folded into a birikad for Grogu. You excitedly rush him towards the karyai, sitting him down on a couch and placing the gift in his hand. Not used to getting presents, Din eagerly removes his helmet before pulling the red ribbon off, revealing a small T-shaped metal in a transparent box. He stares at it with a puzzled look on his face before looking back up at you with his head tilted sideways.

“Is this, uh, a new bullet?”

”It is not a bullet, don't you dare to load it into your blaster,” You scold, snatching the box from your riduur's hand. “You remember how we’ve talked about trying for a baby? We’ve been planning it for a while, and then there was that time when we kinda, you know, get excited about it in the throne room?” Oh yeah, Din can’t forget that one, nuh-uh, top ten moment of his life. “So, here it is. This is an IUD, mine. It’s my birth control. I went to the healer this morning to take it out.”

Din stutters, his eyes wide open, looking back and forth at you and the IUD, so expressive behind his helmet, trying to process what he just heard. You smile at him patiently, your hands steady on his shoulder, rubbing tight circles with your thumbs, giving him some time to process the news. A few seconds later, the frown morphs into a smile, a huge grin now adorning his handsome face as he then pulls you to his lap and claims your lips in a flurry of hungry kisses. His hands come up to your jaw to cup your face, holding you ever-so-gently as he peppers your face with kisses, stealing giggles out of you.

“How soon can we start?” Din asks eagerly, beaming to you like a verd’ika who just got his first set of beskar’gam, holding you by your ass and lifting you both from the couch, ignoring your protests, holding tightly around his neck.

“Well, my healer said it might take a few weeks to purge the hormones outta my system, but she also said that anything can happen,” You shrug, absently playing with the tuft of hair reaching his neck, he needs a haircut, you duly noted. “Anyways, the elders are begging for us to start training heirs already, so how about you give us what we all want and fuck a baby into me, ner Mand'alor ?” You lean in to whisper playfully, lightly nibbling on his earlobe.

You watch with a smirk when Din is, once again, completely at a loss for words. His pupils are dark with desire and you can feel him starting to harden in his pants against the swell of your ass. Smirking, you grind down on his growing erection, earning a groan from him, always so easy to tease. “Dont start something you can't finish, Rid'ika,” He warns you, pressing your back against the bedroom wall.

“But we all know how much you want to,” you tease, trailing your hand down his beskar-covered chest all the way to the tenting length straining his flightsuit pants. “Want me all soft and pregnant, looking absolutely yours . Your riduur, your baby- Oh !”

Din throws you on the bed, ignoring your squeals. He immediately crawls on top of you and pins you down with a kiss. His hand sneaks down to pull your armors off one by one. He studies you thoroughly, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing his left vambrace that you have worn since your riduurok. He brushes your robes aside, sliding his hand down your belly, admiring your body for a moment. You take his gloves off, wanting to feel your riduur's blaster-calloused fingers on your skin. Your breath catches and the feeling of his hands on you makes you shudder. His middle finger slips beneath the panties and between your slick folds.

“So fucking wet for me, cyar’ika.” Din's lips are back on yours, swallowing your gasps as he circles your sensitive nub. You break the kiss with a sob when you feel Din gathering up your slick on his fingers and he nudges his thick fingers into your heat. You gasp as he slides his fingers deep, crooking his fingers into your sweet spot.

“Right there, Din,” you whine, throwing your head back onto the bed. Your riduur’s hand travels up, cupping your breast and rubbing the pad of his thumb over your pebbled nipple, pulling and pinching. He watches as you chew on your lower lip, trying to stave off your moans. 

“Fuck mesh’la , I can’t wait until these are filled with milk. Aching and leaking all day long until I can milk you dry.” Din leans closer to you, rolling your nipple with his tongue. His mouth closes around you and he sucks hard while his other fingers are still leisurely pumping in and out of you, ignoring your pleas.

“Please what, cyar'ika? Where's that smart mouth now, hmm?”

“Please fuck me! Need you to come inside, fill me up with our verd’ika, please, ner alor- ah!” 

Din swears hearing your needy whines, eager to give whatever his riduur's wants. He pulls his fingers out of you and taps your drenched folds with the tip of his cock. Din growls, he has denied himself for way too long, tucking his face in the crook of your neck he buries himself all the way into you in one thrust, knocking the breath out of you. 

“Force, you fill me up so fucking good .” You moan, letting your head fall down the pillow and grabbing a fistful of the sheet as Din immediately pounds into you. Your walls flutter around his girth, struggling to take him. 

Din burns with desire and his primal need to breed takes over. One rough snap of his hips makes you scream as the head of his cock nudges your sweet spot just right, severing the connection to your brain for a moment.

“You like that, cyar’ika?” He leans down, kissing your sweaty temples. You nod, trapped underneath your riduur, wailing and begging and taking everything Din is giving you. He claims your lips and kisses every plea from your mouth before he pulls back, indulging himself by staring down where his cock is buried inside of you. His length is wet and sticky with your arousal and his pre-cum, making him growl and pace himself harder, faster, rougher.

“I know how much you want it, rid'ika- fuck , look at you, made such a mess on my cock, mesh’la. You don’t want me to stop fucking this pussy until you’re all round and swollen with my ad’ika, huh?” 

“Yes, please, Mand'alor, please fuck a baby into me, wanna make you a buir.”

“Manda - Soak my cock, mesh'la, c'mon, gonna get you all wet and pregnant.” he snarls, spitting filthy promises as he thrust harder. “That’s it, cyar’ika. Keep on squeezing me like that, sweet girl. Not gonna stop fucking this tight pussy until you're all nice and full with our verd'ika.”

“Yes, yes, fuck yes, Din, cyare,” you moan, rolling your hips greedily. “Wanna give you a baby, Din. Come inside me, please. Please give me your cum, oh, Force-”

Din can’t control himself any longer, he growls gutturally, his fingers digging into your hips as his pace grows sloppier and he shoots the first of his hot, heavy load deep inside of you, holding you hard against his front and rutting his hips as he pumps his seeds into your willing womb. The feeling of Din's seeds flooding your insides is overwhelming, your mind is whiting out, legs trembling and you’re cumming hard, milking the thick shaft, enticing him to pump more loads into you until it leaks down your thigh. 

“Don't waste any drop now, cyar’ika.” Din hums, grinning and kissing on your jaw. Slowly he eases himself out of you and watches his cum dripping out of you. He tuts with dismay, gently fingering it back into your puffy cunt, then he gives you his fingers to suck clean. 

You settle in his arms, making out with him lazily when he pulls away and smiles, his hand a comforting weight on your tummy. His smile gives you butterflies. Running your fingers up and down his forearm, you beam to him and he almost tips over with the weight of his love and adoration for you. 

“I'm so excited,” you whisper softly, admiring the blissful look on your riduur’s face as he sounds his agreement and presses a tickling kiss on your nose. Din plays with your hair, brushing the strands sticking on your sweaty forehead back. “Mesh’la? I like the name Aranar,” Din thinks, and you beam at him, nodding and testing the name on your tongue.

The sun is setting, painting a beautiful glow on both his and your mismatched vambraces. There's a peaceful silence between you, the sound of his breathing evening out lulls you to sleep, almost swallowing you into a slumber when you remember something-

“Oh, I have another present for you, an actual present!”

Din tries to protest, claiming you’ve already given him the best present in the galaxy when you shush him, levitating an equally small box from the side table. You open the box, revealing two identical keys on a plush velvet. Din eyes you curiously, picking one key up.

“Remember that one house we saw near your covert?”

“The one with the big yard near the pond? Did you- No, cyar’ika!”

“It’s ours! No, listen to me,” you huff when your riduur tries to protest again. “We can’t live in the palace forever, Din. I won’t let you to. You don’t like it here, and therefore, neither do I. I figured we’d stay here until Mandalore is stable enough, or until we’ve reached about seventy percent of our rebuilding goal, then we’ll move out. We’ll get speeders to get here every morning, show our adi’ke around, then we’ll come home when the day is done, to a place where the Council of Alor can't steal you away from me. We can make it work, my love.” 

Din stares at you adoringly with his big brown eyes, too overwhelmed with the weight of your love to honestly do or say anything other than holding you close and kissing you, caressing your jaw lovingly with each kisses, murmuring a soft thank you over and over again against your lips. “I’ve never- No one’s ever do this much for me,” he mumbles, holding your hand to his heart. “You don’t like it here too? Why don’t you tell me?”

“Oh cyare, you deserve the world and you gave so much for me and our foundling, so of couse I will try to give you a place we both can call home, where we can watch our aliit grows,” You lean into his touch, nuzzling his hand with your jaw, offering him a smile. “And no, I don’t like this place, the force ghosts of previous Mand’alors are creeping me the fuck out!”

“THE WHAT NOW?”

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Mando'a translations

Karyai: main living room of a traditional mandalorian house

Riduur: Spouse

Birikad: Baby harness

Mand’alor: Ruler of mandalorians

Alor: Leader

Cyare / cyar’ika: beloved

Riduurok: Love bond / Marriage agreement

Mesh’la: Beautiful

Verd’ika: Little warrior

Aranar: Defend

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We Are One

Chapter 1: Getting You

Din Djarin x Reader

Summary: He watched you leave him and did nothing. Now, he was a Mandalorian again, he had his son, but he still felt as if something was missing. That something was you. Yet, Din Djarin never expected to find you on a far planet as the bride of the great Duke Leto Atreides.

Part 2

Everyone said he had it all.

Everyone said he was so lucky.

And yet, he felt empty.

His house wasn't a home, not fully. Not without you.

He will never forget the day you left.

How he regrets not going after you.

How he regrets not saying that he loves you.

And now, he was suffering the consequences. 

He didn't have you anymore. Yes, he still had the kid, but he also wanted you.

He needed his clan of three.

This is the way.

You left not long before the kid left with the Jedi.

You two had a bad argument.

He blamed you for letting the kid be taken, but in reality, he couldn’t handle his own guilt.

He blamed you, but he knew it was never your fault.

You left him, and it was all because of him.

Being a force-sensitive yourself, you had to be careful who you trusted.

So, naturally, you didn’t tell your Mandalorian companion about your powers. It's not like he would have cared.

As you began to know more and more about him, you realised that you were in love.

In love with a man you have never seen the face of.

And then, he broke your heart.

He suggested the worst.

Even with your powers, you were too slow, too weak to stop them from taking Grogu.

And so, you left.

Leto Atreides, frequently referred to as the Red Duke and sometimes called Leto the Just, is the twentieth and penultimate Duke of House Atreides. A true noble who took great interest in you when you visited his planet.

It was meant to be a place for you to forget.

To forget the Mandalorian who broke your heart.

Yet, Leto was obsessed with you. You had a feeling it was mainly your powers he desired, but he insisted it was your beauty. 

Which you also didn’t doubt.

He was obsessed with beautiful things. 

He liked the finest feasts and wine, why would his taste in woman be different?

It wasn’t.

He often said how beautiful your children would be.

He often looked at you so lovingly.

Yet, you didn’t love him and you never could. He wasn’t your Mandalorian.

It was a week before the wedding.

The entire Galaxy knew about your engagement to the Duke himself.

You will soon become a powerful lady.

And yet, you were not happy.

You were good at faking it, sometimes you even convinced yourself, but in your bed, alone, you couldn’t convince anyone anymore.

You missed him and the kid.

Your clan of three.

You didn’t even know what happened after. 

You can only assume Djarin got Grogu back. You can only go off of the fact that the Mandalorian would go to the end of the Galaxy and back for the kid.

You look out the window, trying your best to enjoy the scene when you notice the guards getting ready for something. You tried to see what was happening. It was strange.

You only ever saw them behave like this way when an intruder came about a month ago.

So, you could only imagine it was the same.

You watched as a small ship landed.

You saw a silhouette walking towards the castle.

Your heart picked up as you realized who it was.

All of your senses, screaming at you.

Run to him.

And you did. You ran through the castle, nearly running into others who were trying to see what was happening.

You reached the entrance where Leto was standing.

“My Beautiful Love, please, get inside, you might get hurt.” he said but you didn’t hear him, all you could see was the Mandalorian.

Your Mandalorian.

The beskar on him looked so shiny, you could hear your heart in your ears.

Then a voice, his voice filled your mind.

“Come to me.” he said.

And you didn’t need to be told twice.

You ran.

Ignoring everyone, every blaster that was pointed, every yell behind you, asking you to come back.

You ran.

And you ran right into his arms, they held you close as you clung to him, tears leaving your eyes as you finally felt at home.

Djarin turned around and started walking back to his ship, you opened your eyes to see the blasters still pointed at you, with a simple mode of your arm you made all of them lose their weapons as everyone stood, stunned. 

But you didn’t care, you were back right where you belonged.

Part 2

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When a House Becomes a Home

summary: A new home brings new responsibilities, and there’s only one person who can teach Din how to cook a proper meal: you.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x reader

contains: food, domesticity, fluff

rating: T

word count: 3.833k

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Din sighs as he looks over your shoulder at the datapad in your hand. “I didn’t realize cooking would take as much effort as a job,” he confesses, his modulated voice laced with amusement. He points at the vidscreen. “That’s a long list.”

“What you put into it is what you get out of it,” you insist. You gesture to the cabin from where you stand in the threshold. “I’m not letting our first meal in this home be mediocre.” You give his armored shoulder a playful nudge. “And I know you love a good side quest.”

Din tilts his helmet at you. “Only with a good partner by my side.” He sets a gloved hand upon your back. “Come on, riduur. The sooner we leave, the sooner we can get back.”

Grogu’s pod floats at Din’s other side as he starts to lead the way into town. You glance at him with an eyebrow raised. “Are you becoming a homebody already?”

Din shrugs, his fingers giving your back a thoughtful tap. “We’ve been traveling the galaxy for many years.” He swings his helmet to look at you. “A night of rest sounds pretty tempting after that.”

“Well, this shouldn’t take too long.” You look over the list of ingredients on your datapad again. “You’re a bounty hunter, after all. Just pretend everything on this list is a quarry you have to find.”

Din huffs at your words. “Like I said before.” He gestures with his helmet to your datapad. “It’s a job.”

You lean close to his visor. “With a delicious payout.” You tuck your datapad on your belt and take his hand from your back, lacing his gloved fingers with yours. “If you cook as well as you make an argument, this will be the best meal of your life.”

Din chuckles at that and gives your arms an embarrassed swing. You laugh and bring yourself closer to his side as you continue closing the distance towards the heart of Nevarro.

It’s easy for Din to navigate the bazaar, even after all this time. He’d spent many years on planet before your travels together began, and despite how much it’s changed since then, Din seems confident in the way he strides towards the merchant’s booths. You release his hand to take the empty knapsack off your shoulder and hold it towards him. “Do you mind helping me collect our items?”

“Sure.” Din nods and takes the knapsack from you, holding it between his gloved hands as you reach for your datapad and reference your list. “Where are we headed first?”

You show him the list and let him glance over it. “We’ll need to find a butcher, a flora stand, and…” you hesitate as you see more of the random ingredients, “I guess we just need to look everywhere.”

“Sounds like a challenge.” Din tightens his grasp on the knapsack and gives his helmet a quick tilt. “I like it.” He pats your shoulder and looks to the way ahead. “Let’s do it.”

You and Din work together to make your way through the booths and collect the freshest versions of everything you need. The hardest challenge is keeping Grogu from eating both your product and the merchants’, one that Din handles for the most part while he lets you make the selections. For once, credits are easy to come by, thanks to Greef Karga’s generosity. The gratitude of the Nevarro citizens helps when they recognize Din and the role he had to play in saving their city.

The walk back to your cabin is even quicker than before. Din keeps the knapsack slung over one of his shoulders and his hand has found its way into yours again. There’s almost a skip in his step that you can’t help smiling at.

“Someone’s excited to get in the kitchen,” you observe, your fond grin only growing.

“I’m holding on to a bag full of food.” Din lifts his elbow to lightly jostle the knapsack. “I’m just ready to have something other than rations.”

You chuckle and wait for Din to take the keycard from his belt. He unlocks the cabin door and pushes the button to open it for you. With a nod, you thank him and walk inside first, taking a deep breath as you look around the space that’s set to become your home. The door slides closed after Din enters with Grogu’s pod and he stands just behind your shoulder, as if he’s also taking in your surroundings. You look at him and watch as he lifts both hands to remove his helmet, his brown gaze shining as the corners of his lips gently tug up in a small smile.

“I’m… still not used to it,” Din confesses, his natural voice always a welcome surprise. “It’s much different than the tunnels and the Crest.”

You turn to face him and ease the knapsack from his shoulder. “Then let’s start to make it feel more like home.” You press a hand upon Din’s cuirass. “Make yourself comfortable and I’ll get everything prepped. Okay?”

Din nods, his gaze full of wonder as his eyes search yours for a long moment. Your hand rises to the side of his face as you press a kiss upon his cheek, sending him off with a gentle tap against his skin. You hoist the knapsack onto your shoulder and take Grogu out of the pod, setting him down in the living area with the shift knob from the Crest to keep him busy. He coos with delight and begins to entertain himself, allowing you to focus on preparing the kitchen.

Greef had been kind enough to make sure the cabin was fully furnished, and that included supplies for cooking. You smile to yourself in gratitude as you set the recipe on the datapad in front of you and take out whatever you need. The ingredients are arranged in a way that makes sense, especially for someone as organizational as Din. You pause to check on Grogu every once in a while, watching as he plays catch with himself using his powers.

Din catches you in the midst of one of these moments, his presence adding an even warmer glow to the room as you turn your head to look at him. He’s reduced himself to his pants and the black tunic he wears underneath his flight suit, his suspenders hanging loosely at his sides. His attention is focused on Grogu’s play even as he continues making his way towards you.

“It’s good that he knows how to keep himself busy,” Din states, setting his weight on one hip as he reaches your side. You nod, unable to speak thanks to the overwhelming flutters within your chest. He turns to look at you and raises an eyebrow at your silence. “What is it?”

You beam and shake your head. “Nothing.” You focus back on the preparations in front of you. “Okay, the first thing we should do is roast the flora.” You take the bunches of the flora and offer a few to Din. “Can you help me cut these?”

Din nods, though he hesitates before he accepts them. “Wait.” He goes to the water pump and washes off his hands, making you bite back a smile. Din’s always been adamant about his cleanliness, that of himself as well as his weapons and armor. He returns and gently takes the flora from you. Once he sets it down, you offer him a small knife. “How should I cut it?”

“Into small pieces.” You demonstrate a few for him, pausing to make sure he’s gotten it.

Din copies your work and lifts the small piece in his hand for you to see. “Like this?”

You grin and nod at him. “Perfect.” You turn your focus back to the flora and speak as you work. “You’re well on your way to becoming an expert.”

Din scoffs. “This is just the first step, cyar’ika.” He adds his pieces to the place where you’ve been setting your own. “You’re being too kind.”

You release a soft laugh. “All I’m saying is that a lot of cooking is cutting things.” You gesture with your knife to his work. “And you’ve got that down pat.”

“With all of my vibroblade training, you’d hope I would.”

You give his shoulder a gentle nudge and giggle when he gives you one in return. You finish right before Din does, though he takes his last piece and walks away with it. Your brow furrows as you watch Din bring it over to Grogu, offering it to the little one with a small smile. Grogu coos in gratitude and eats it as if he’s never had a meal before. Din stands from where he’d been kneeling and returns to you.

“The flora has been Grogu approved.” Din brushes his hands together and sets them on his hips. “What’s next?”

You turn to the datapad with an amused smile. “An efficient and eager learner.” You steal a quick look at him. “Your metrics in the kitchen are panning out to be quite high.”

Din’s face turns the slightest shade of pink and he shrugs. You take a vial of oil and offer it to him. He accepts it, though his gaze never leaves you as he awaits his instructions.

“Drizzle this over the flora.” Din nods and opens the vial. “It’ll be ready to roast once we toss it.”

Din pours some of the oil out and stops abruptly. He turns to look at you. “Was that too much?”

You shake your head. “No, no. That’s fine.”

Din closes the vial and sets it down. “It came out faster than I expected.”

“That can tend to happen.” You reach your hands forward to toss the flora in the oil. Once it’s all covered, you gesture to the fireplace and spit. “Can you get a fire going so we can roast it while I wash my hands off?”

Din nods and disappears from the kitchen for a moment. You watch in confusion until he returns with his vambrace on. You can’t help chuckling when he bends down to the tinder and gently engages his flamethrower, getting the small fire started in no time. He stops as he walks by you washing your hands off. “Is ‘use what you’ve got’ a rule of the kitchen?” He gestures to the vambrace on his arm.

You grin at him. “It absolutely is.”

Din returns your smile before he leaves to set his vambrace back in the bedroom. He comes back and exhales, rolling up his sleeves. “The warmth of that fire works quickly.”

“That’s why we’ve got to do the same.” You take a protective glove and use it to set the flora and its container on top of the spit. “The flora will roast fast, and when it’s halfway done, we’ve got to add this tip-yip.”

“Understood.” Din gestures to the meat you’ve already set out. “What can I do?”

You take one of the two pieces of tip-yip and hand it to him. “Can you guess?”

Din chuckles and raises his knife. “Cut it into small pieces?”

You nod and lean closer to him. “You’re catching on.” You give his cheek a kiss and watch as it burns a deeper red this time. “They don’t have to be too small, though.” You demonstrate one strip for him. “Like this.”

Din nods and once again tries to mirror your work. “Is there something else to do with it after?” Din steals a quick glance at you. “At the covert, we just used to throw it on a spit and call it a day.”

“I figured as much, and that’s okay, too.” You point with your knife to a collection of herbs. “Your covert eats for health and nourishment, but we’re cooking mostly for flavor. We’re gonna use that to season it.”

“That sounds nice.” Din’s voice is only slightly strained as he goes on. “I think… my parents used to do that, too.”

You stop what you’re doing and set your full attention on him. His brow is slightly knit as he continues cutting the tip-yip, though he’s quick to finish and return your gaze. He catches your concern and offers a reassuring nod as he sits his hand over one of yours.

“Don’t worry. It’s a good thing.”

You smile and return his nod, exhaling a soft breath as you finish with your piece. You reach for the herbs and other seasonings and set them between you and Din. “All it needs is a few sprinkles of all of these.”

As you finish each one, you hand it off to Din, letting him do the same to his share. Once it’s all distributed, you toss it just as you had with the flora. You take a moment to look at Grogu as you work, though he’s still busying himself with the shifter knob that he tosses into the air over and over again.

“Now that it’s all combined,” you start, taking both your share as well as Din’s and adding it to a transfer plate, “we can add it to the flora. But first…” You trail off, lifting your season-covered hands for Din to see.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Din smiles and races you to the water pump. You laugh as you try to push him aside and he chuckles as he does the same to you. He ends up taking your hands and washing them for you, letting you dry them off while he does the same for himself. Din takes the initiative under your lead in wearing the protective glove and transferring the tip-yip over to the roasting flora. “It already smells good.”

You raise your brow as he sets down the plate and the glove. “How good?”

Din tilts his head at you as if he’s still wearing his helmet. “Really good.”

“Well, you know what?” You step towards him and set your hand on his chest. “It’s gonna taste even better.” You keep your hand where it is as the other reaches around Din and finds the long, metal tongs. “We ought it to keep it from burning, though.” Din huffs and nods in agreement. “Would you like to do the honors?”

Din takes the tongs from you. “I’d be honored.”

You walk with him over to the fire and watch as he gently tosses the roasting food around. “That makes sense for a man as honorable as yourself.”

Din looks at you with an eyebrow raised. “That’s a lot of ‘honors.’”

You chuckle and shrug at him before you cross your arms over your chest. “I mean, I did ask if that was what you wanted.”

Din’s lips start to curl up in a smile as his gaze returns to the food. “I’m trying to focus, cyar’ika.”

“That’s just another rule of cooking.” You come closer to him, hooking a finger on the collar of his tunic to press a soft kiss to the side of his neck. “Multitasking.”

Din’s head whips around to face you, his brown gaze a sweet warning. “I can multitask.” He gives you a once-over. “What you’re trying to do is kill me.”

You laugh, not expecting him to say such a thing. “Din!” You brace yourself against his shoulder. “That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

Din gestures with his head to the roasting food. “I’m tending to food on an open fire and you’re over here doing…” he hesitates, glancing in Grogu’s direction, “that.” He turns his attention back to the tip-yip and flora. “You know you’re my biggest threat.”

You smile at him. “Sure.” You step away to begin setting the table while Din finishes cooking the food. Grogu jumps up from where he’s been playing and coos with interest. You give his head a gentle pat. “Would you like to help, Grogu?”

Grogu nods and babbles. You hand him three utensils.

“Set one of these next to every plate.” Grogu nods and follows you around the table. You’ll set down a plate and he’ll put a utensil next to it. Once you’ve both finished, you brush your hand over his head. “Very good. You made it look so nice.”

Grogu lifts his ears in joy at your praise. You leave him to return to Din in the kitchen. He gives you a quick glance. “I think it’s ready,” he informs you.

You observe the tray and nod. “I think you’re right.” You hand him the protective glove. “Can you distribute it to the plates?”

Din nods and slides the glove on. “I’ve got it.” He gestures with his head to the table. “You and Grogu just lay low.”

You beam at him before you obey his soft request. When you reach the table, Grogu points to a specific plate, making you giggle as you sit there. “Thanks for helping me choose.”

Grogu nods and sits by another plate. He leaves one in between you two for Din, a thought that only makes your smile grow. Din remains careful when he joins you and distributes the meal as evenly as he can, knowing full well that Grogu can eat just as much as the two of you—if not more. Once he’s finished, Din sets his supplies down in the kitchen and joins you and Grogu at the table. He glances at his plate in hunger, yet he still nods at you. “It’s time for you to do the honors,” Din insists.

You know better than to argue with him. You take the first bite and smile in pure content. From the flavors to the memory of its preparation, everything about this first meal in your new home is perfect. “I think you’re gonna like it,” you say, gesturing to Din’s plate with your utensil.

Both he and Grogu try it for themselves. Grogu’s ears rise on his head as he goes on to start devouring it while Din gives you an impressed raise of his brow. “Riduur.” He points at his plate. “You were on to something with this.”

“I told you,” you remind him with a smile. “What you put into it is what you get out of it.”

Din takes another bite and returns your smile. “Then this was a job well done.” He enjoys more of his meal before he goes on. “You were right. The payout is delicious.” Din turns his attention to Grogu. “Isn’t it, buddy?”

Grogu offers a sleepy coo from where he sits with his plate already empty. You laugh as you and Din take your time finishing up your own meals. By the time you’re all set, Grogu’s completely asleep, satisfied with a full stomach and the warmth of the cabin. “I’ll get him to bed,” you assure him as you stand from your seat. “We’ll clean up when I’m done.”

Din nods, giving Grogu’s sleeping head a gentle tap before you carry the little one away to his own room. You tuck him into his pod and give his wrinkly head a soft kiss, imagining the day when you’ve finally gotten him a more comfortable bed of his own to have apart from his pod. You close his door and heave a soft breath as you make your way back to the living area and the kitchen.

You stop short when you see Din’s already cleared the table and is cleaning up on his own.

“Din Djarin,” you scold him, though your lips have already started curling up into yet another grin. Din’s brow furrows as he watches you approach. “I thought I said we’d clean up when I was done!”

“I’ve got it,” Din insists, stepping between you and the dirty dishes. “You planned all of this out and did most of the heavy lifting.” He nods at you. “Let me clean it.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Fine.” Din slowly turns back to what he was doing, giving you the window to reach for a cloth and try to make a dash for the table. Din’s Mandalorian reflexes are too quick and he captures your waist before you can get anywhere. You squeal with laughter and shock as he pulls you away.

“Come on, Din!” you plead, still laughing as he wrestles with you. “Just let me wipe down the table!”

“No.” Din lifts you and sets you upon the nearest countertop. He lifts a finger to point at you like he often does with Grogu. “Stay here and rest until I’m done.” Still, his chivalry can’t allow him to stop there. “Please.”

You let out a dramatic exhale, despite the way you’re beaming at him. “All right.” You take the cloth and set it over his shoulder. “But only just this once.”

Din starts to smile as he nods at you. “Understood.” He goes back to the washing he was doing and you watch him with fond eyes. He’s already put out the fire, but the ghost of its warm glow remains. This night is just the first of many, whenever you and Din aren’t on a job. It’s a safe place where you can come back to time and time again instead of finding whatever’s available. There’s no need for blasters, armor, or any kind of self-defense. It’s something of your own creation, and tonight, you’ve already started a perfect ritual.

This house has finally become a home.

You wrap your arms around yourself as you keep watching Din move around your home. He takes the cloth from his shoulder and wipes down the table. It’s so inefficient for you to be sitting here, but that’s not the point. Things don’t have to be rushed anymore. They can be comfortable and caring, which is exactly what Din is doing for you.

You lose yourself in these thoughts until Din finishes and approaches you again. His brow is slightly furrowed as he unravels your arms and sets his hands upon your waist. “Are you okay?”

You rest your arms on his shoulders, letting your fingers hang loosely behind his neck. “I’m the best I’ve ever been.”

Din starts to smile at that. “Good.” He leans his forehead against yours, taking a moment to breathe in the moment before he goes on. “Well, we’ve made our meal and we’ve enjoyed it.” He circles his jaw with a raise of his eyebrow. “Do you know what that means?”

You don’t speak, instead letting Din answer his question for himself.

“It’s time for dessert.”

You laugh and Din absorbs it with a long-awaited kiss, one that prepares you for something much more sweet and indulgent than anything you could’ve ever dreamed of whipping up in the kitchen.

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AFS: Deleted Scene

a/n: I'm testing a new thing here. There are a few scenes that I wanted to include in the story but there wasn't a good spot to fit it in and keep my plotlines at a good pace. SO, I will be posting the occasional deleted scene! They'll typically be short little drabbles that I post sporadically and I'll always list a number to kind of tell you where it sits in the 'AFS' timeline lol

Din Djarin x Female!Reader

Warnings: none, just pure fluffy fluff

Word Count: 1,101

Summary: Grogu is an artist and he does not restrict himself to a single medium. Inspired by this post/art.

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#4.5: HE IS A QUICK ONE

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You hummed a song under your breath while cleaning the kitchen. Mando had told you time and time again that house work wasn’t necessarily part of your job description. Though you didn’t think was accurate. You didn’t know a lot about the responsibilities of a nanny, but if you were a betting woman you’d put credits on housework falling under the umbrella. So, despite him telling you to leave it be, you didn’t. Even if it wasn’t the job of the nanny to clean the house, you lived here as well which meant it was in part your responsibility as a roommate, at the very least. Mando could argue otherwise all he wanted. It’s not like he could stop you while he worked.

While Grogu napped, you took the opportunity to clean what you could. 

The sound of a quiet giggle made you pause. You rinsed the soap off your hands, leaving the few dishes you had left to clean in the sink, and used the kitchen towel you rested on your shoulder to dry your hands. Another giggle drifted from the hall. Grogu must have woken up from his nap. You chuckled to yourself and tossed the towel aside to go find him. Usually the boy called out for you when he woke up.

Down the hall, you spotted Grogu and it took you a second to recognize what the boy was keeping himself busy with. He stood crayon in hand as he worked on his masterpiece⏤ the masterpiece he was drawing on the wall.

“Grogu!” You cried, startled.

Grogu simply turned to look at you with his little toothy grin. “See!”

He must have woken from his nap a good while ago because the kid had made quite the progress. The entire wall was decorated in his scribbled drawings in various colors. You spotted multiple pictures of his father and him. You recognized the other colored Mandalorian that filled many of his pictures, with the dark haired person beside him, and a few other familiar faces. Peli. Cara. Karga. Your eyes landed on a scribbled drawing of what looked like you with Grogu in your arms. It was honestly the cutest most precious thing in the world and your heart would be overflowing with love if it wasn’t for the location of the art.

“Oh, Grogu, why?” You breathed.

“Good?” He asked.

You gave him a sheepish smile. “Well, you drew it all so good, buddy, but…the wall…”

Grogu’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “Ih.” He motioned for you to follow him with one hand and you trailed after him into Mando’s bedroom. Grogu pointed to the wall where you had taped a few of his art pieces. “See!”

“Right. But that’s paper that I…” You winced. You held your arms out to scoop the little artist up. He looked immensely proud of himself and you hated the idea of scolding him. “We can’t draw on the walls anymore though, alright?” If Grogu understood or agreed he made no motion to show it. You sighed and tickled the boy’s belly, mumbling under your breath. “I wonder how attached your dad is to his walls.”

Mando’s voice called out from the foyer and you grimaced. The hallway was still decorated in crayon. You had tried to wipe some of it away, but the moment you got near it Grogu whined at you to stop. Apparently he wanted his father to admire the work. You hurried to meet Mando in the foyer before he could get any further.

“Hi there.” You held your hands out to stop him.

“Hey.” He greeted curiously.

You forced a grin that you prayed didn’t look sheepish. “So, how was work?”

“Good…” Mando paused. “How was your day?”

“Uh, interesting.” You scrunched your nose. “We may have had a little…incident.” Mando stiffened and you quickly shook your head and hands at him. “No, no. Grogu is fine. He’s more than fine. Grogu is very proud of himself.”

“Oh.” Mando replied.

“Buir, k’olar! K’olar!” Grogu bounced behind you and waved for him to follow. You motioned to the child with your arms and Mando gave you one last confused tilt of his head before listening to Grogu’s pleads. You walked behind him nervously. When the three of you entered the hall, the mischievous artist pointed to the wall covered in crayon. “See!”

Mando stayed stock still for a second and you blurted a panicked apology, “I am so sorry, Mando. I thought he was napping and I was washing dishes and I heard his little, evil giggle and when I found him he was drawing on the wall⏤ I tried to clean it up but he wouldn't let me⏤”

Your words were interrupted with the sound of a full bellied laugh. Mando was laughing loudly and freely. There had been moments of chuckles and breathy laughs, but this was the first time you had seen him so carefree in front of you. A small smile curled onto your features in admiration. Mando knelt down to hold out his arms so Grogu could jump into them.

“Good?” Grogu asked.

“Very nice, ad’ika.” Mando praised him. “I’ll send a picture to Boba and Fennec. I think they’d really love to see it.” You crossed your arms and watched in amusement as the boy pointed at each piece of the picture to babble to him an explanation. Mando nodded and hummed along⏤ paying full attention. When Grogu had reached the end, Mando ruffled the top of his head. “Alright, womp rat, I saw your toys in the living room still. Why don’t you go clean up?”

Grogu chirped an acknowledgement and waddled away. Mando turned to face you and you shook your head. “I hung some of his pictures up on your bedroom wall and I guess he decided to cut out the middleman and get right to it.”

Mando chuckled. “It’s alright. Of all the messes I expect him to get into this is fairly mild.”

“I am sorry about your wall though. I should’ve been paying closer attention.”

“It’s just a wall.” Mando shrugged. “A boring one too. At least now I don’t have to bother with decorations. Cara always complained my house was too plain.” You laughed lightly. “Besides, you should see some of the things he’s gotten away with while I was actively watching him.”

“Oh yeah?” You teased. “He is a quick one.”

“You have no idea.” Mando sighed. “Over dinner, remind me to tell you about the Frog Lady’s eggs.”

“The what lady’s what?”

mando'a translations

Buir: Parent (father) /// Ad'ika: little one /// K'olar: Come here

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[talaok]

Close your eyes

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Summary: After a few months of living in your new cabin on Nevarro, Din confesses to you he's ready to take the next step.

warnings: smut| oral sex (f receiving) and baby-making sex

[I know his name isn't Din but I couldn't bring myself to call him Djarin, sorry]

"he's getting really good at it" you sighed happily.

You and Din sat on the porch of the new cabin Greef Karga had granted you.

The air smelled fresh, the sky was beautiful as the sun set, and your head rested on Din's shoulder while his arm kept you close.

Grogu was "playing" with the frogs inhabiting the pond right in front of the house, although I'm not sure the frogs would have called it that.

Everything was alright.

After all this time, these fights, these adventures, everything was fine, actually, more than fine.

It was perfect.

"he is" he agreed, his thumb stoking your side "but he still needs training"

You scoffed "Please, he could beat you with a flick of his hand"

He laughed "he wishes"

"don't worry" you pretended to reassure him "There's no shame in being the least strong of the family"

"least strong?"

"weakest sounded mean" You bit down a smirk

"You think you could take me?"

"I know I could take you"

" Sweetheart, there's only one way you can take me," he said "and even for that you needed training"

you felt heat rise to your cheeks at the remark, and it was as if you could see the smug grin tugging at his lips even through the helmet.

"Don't flatter yourself mando" You placed a hand on his chest "there's many ways I can take you" you explained "What you're thinking of is just the one you like the most"

His hold on your side got tighter "I sure do like it"

"do you?" you mocked, raising a brow " Would have never guessed it" you giggled, hearing him chuckle also.

Your eyes trailed to the sun behind him, its light almost completely engulfed by the horizon.

"it's getting late," you said "The kid needs to go to sleep" You got up, walking to Grogu.

He didn't offer much resistance today, and you were able to pick him up with just an annoyed coo.

"say goodnight to Daddy" You stopped in front of the entrance, facing him towards Din.

He emitted the cutest sound you've ever heard, and as always, your heart warmed.

" 'night kid" he waved in return, before you stepped into the house.

In the few months you'd been living here you had managed to already make it a home.

Pictures and memories filled each shelf and empty space on the wall.

Grogu's room was small, but not any less full.

Din had built him a course where he could jump from the floor to the wall and to the ceiling thanks to some wooden panels.

The kid loved it. What was hard most times, was making him stop.

"alright" you smiled, setting him down into the crib Din had created for him "It's time to go to sleep sweetpea" You kissed his forehead, earning a happy coo "Sweet dreams" you whispered, glancing at him once more before turning to the door.

You almost gasped as you saw Din standing there, casually leaning on the side of it.

You shook your head, laughing a bit as you followed him outside, closing the door behind you.

"you scared me" you scolded him

"I'm sorry sweetheart," he said, stoking your cheek.

He paused for a second, like he was hesitant, before speaking again.

"you're really good with him," he said

"I know"

"I mean... you're good with kids"

"thank you?"

He let out a breathy laugh, 

"he seems happy"

"well he's got a family" you smiled "We all do"

"right, but don't you think he's a bit..."

"What?"

"lonely?"

your mouth gaped open

"You mean...?"

"Maybe he needs someone his age to interact with"

"like a brother?" you intertwined your hands behind his neck, "you think we should give little Grogu a brother?" you grinned, not able to hide your excitement

You could hear his breathing from underneath the helmet.

he was nervous.

"would you like that?"

you paused, stunned at the fact he even had to ask.

"I would" you smiled so wide your cheeks hurt "I would really like that baby"

He let go of a sigh of relief, and you wondered for a moment, how long he'd been worrying about this.

He gripped your waist, his hands loving yet hard.

"then we better get to work" he smiled, not giving you any warning before picking you up.

A little squeak fled your throat as you grabbed onto him.

"Eager much?"

"you have no idea" he purred, kicking the bedroom door open and closed in one swift motion.

He sat on the bed and you ended up in his lap.

"Close your eyes, sweetheart" 

You were just waiting to hear that.

It was such a simple sentence, and yet it meant so much.

It was the symbol of trust and passion, but most importantly, of love.

It was his way of saying he would trust you over anything, and your way of saying it back.

You closed your eyes, the world going pitch black once more.

You heard a familiar sound, and then something hit the ground, 

his helmet.

Seconds passed, but the anticipation was so strong your skin felt on fire, and then, like water in the desert, came his lips on yours.

He kissed you sweetly, a way of thanking you, of loving you, and you kissed him back with everything you could.

Your hands went to his face, stoking and palming all you couldn't normally feel, while he was holding yours between his fingers like you were about to slip away.

"You're beautiful" he breathed, leaning back ever so slightly, 

"you too" you smiled, making him laugh.

"you can't see me"

"I can feel you," you said "I know you're handsome"

He kissed you again

"I love you"

"I love you too" you promised, but were quickly cut off by your own gasp as he quite literally manhandled you so your back was on the bed.

"maybe give me a warning next time?" you chuckled, as you felt his hand on your thighs.

He was kneeling in front of you.

"oh but I like the pretty sounds you make" he kissed your skin

"do you?"

"I do" he kissed you again, his trail getting closer to the hem of your skirt "I like them a lot" another peck "Although I do like some other sounds you make better"

"Like what?" you asked playfully

He grabbed the end of your skirt "Like the ones you make when you're desperate for me" 

"desperate?"

"yes, desperate" he murmured, pulling your skirt off.

Your mouth opened but you forced the gasp climbing your throat back from where it came from, making him chuckle.

"I'm never desperate"

You couldn't see it, but you could feel the smug smirk on his lips.

"Are you now, sweetheart?" he mocked, his fingers grazing your panties and making you hold your breath.

"I actually seem to recall many times where you were the one begging"

touché, he thought

"That's because you tease" he explained, his torturous fingers still just dancing on where you needed him the most.

"so you're telling me that I stopped touching you right now you'd be fine with it?" the bastard asked.

"Din..." 

"What?" he kissed your clothed cunt "You wouldn't be desperate would you?"

you sighed, frustrated "No, just-"

"What, baby, what is it?"

"don't stop"

"why?"

God, you hated him so much.

You'd never taken back something so quickly, but he was able to do that. That taunting asshole.

"Because I need you" you confessed "Please"

He smirked "There she is"

You didn't even have time to breathe that your panties were off of you.

He spread your legs, and you had to bite your lips in anticipation as he gripped your thighs.

"you're so wet baby" he groaned, his breath fanning against your core.

"I wonder why, you bastard" 

"Easy there" he kissed your clit, making you gasp "Wouldn't want me to stop," 

"Baby-"

he didn't let you finish as he finally dove in, his tongue tasting all of you before he started focusing on your clit.

"Oh my god" you whined, already a mess.

He was holding you firmly as your whole body begged to move.

"fuck baby, please" you moaned loudly, as he kept going unfazed.

It felt like a fire had started inside your body, and once his fingers grazed your hole, a bucket of gasoline spread it everywhere.

"din!" you cried once he pushed them in, your hand going to grip his hair.

"That's right, say my name sweetheart" he murmured as he pumped his digits in and out of you.

A filthy sound spread through the room, and you were shutting your eyes so forcefully you were seeing white dots.

"fuck, din" you breathed, feeling yourself get closer as he sucked your clit so perfectly.

His fingers curled inside of you, hitting your spot and making you cry, but his mouth didn't stop, licking and worshipping all of you.

"c'mon sweet girl, come for me, I know you're close" he murmured "I can feel it," he said, before resuming his work somehow even more intensely.

Shocks of pleasure kept coursing through you, but as he curled his fingers one more time, you were sent over the edge, your orgasm washing over you powerfully as you gripped his locks for dear life.

Who cares if you hurt him. He caused this.

"shit" You let out a breath, once you were done and he leaned away.

"You're so beautiful when you come honey," he said, taking your hand still on his head and kissing it softly " I wish you could see it" he murmured, leaning away.

You whined, reaching for him through the dark behind your eyelids "Where did you go?"

"I'm here baby" You heard some noises and then a louder one.

He had taken his suit off.

When you felt him again, he was holding your waist. Not for long, however, as his hands quickly started exploring your body, spreading goosebumps with his touch.

Then finally, you felt his digits infiltrate under your shirt, and in a moment, you were fully naked.

Next, his lips were on you, on your jaw, your neck, your collarbones, all painted with the sweetest of tiny pecks as he kept caressing your body.

One of your hands went to his back, keeping him close, while the other trailed down his bare chest longing for his manhood.

"please baby" you whined "I know I said I wasn't desperate before but I take it all back" you laughed softly "Please, I need you"

"You need me?" he kissed your mouth, and you nodded 

"I do"

"I do too" he purred, kissing you again before positioning himself at your entrance.

"you ready?"

"please"

And just like that, he thrusted into you.

You moaned far too loudly as he groaned.

For as many times as you'd felt him, you could never quite get used to it, he still stretched you in the best way.

"god" he growled "you feel so good sweetheart" he started moving "You're perfect" 

There were so many things you wanted to say, but his dick hitting you so deep was causing troubles to the communicating part of your brain.

"I can't believe you're mine" he spoke, "that you want this"

"of course I do" you moaned " I want to be yours Din" you cried "only yours"

The bed was creaking underneath you, and his thrusts were soft and sweet, but god if they weren't deep.

"I want to have your kid" 

"you do?" his breath fanned over your mouth

"I do, Din" you promised "I want to have another mini-you that will help you make me go mad" you laughed "I want to have a bigger family" you breathed "to be yours, forever"

He couldn't do anything but kiss you, hoping that at least one percent of his adoration for you passed through.

"I love you more than anything y/n" he said "and I want to give you my kid" he swore "to see in them all I see in you" he continued, as his thrust continued undaunted "and to grant them the best mother one could ask for"

You smiled widely, feeling tears prick your eyes.

"then do, baby" You intertwined your hands behind his neck, bringing his lips to yours "give me your kid"

[kiss-me-muchoo]

 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝 || 𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨… here.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬. 

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 (𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝), 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐮𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓, 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐍𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃

𝐀/𝐍_ 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞-𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐧. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐞𝐩.𝟏 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐒𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲.

✰ 𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙓 (𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚) 

♪ ♫ 𝙋𝙀𝘿𝙍𝙊 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 (𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩)

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The hot sun hits directly into Din’s face. He sighs, wiping his sweat with the back of his hand. He thought wearing the helmet of his armor was the worst, but maybe the direct contact of his skin with the rays was… unbearable.

“Okay. Now, I won’t hurt you, Grogu. This is like the training you had with Skywalker…” the little mandalorian apprentice coos in agreement to his father. 

“At the count of three. One, two, thre-“ before Din shoots for the first time, Grogu is already flipping and doing a series of somersaults. As much as Din doesn’t want to hurt Grogu, he wants to train him well. The Mandalorian saw much of himself in the little Grogu, so he was patient with him. Although sometimes he felt like Grogu also needed some love, like someone peppering him with praise, cuddles and more. And he lacked that, because he grew up without that.

“Dank farrik” he mutters once he sees that Grogu landed on the pond of their house when he tried to dodge his blaster. The baby coos when Din reached to the edge of the pond, and pulling him by the neck of his robe, he takes Grogu out. 

“Oh boy” Grogu’s robe was drenched and the baby was giggling, shaking his pointed ears to splash some water. “We need a proper place to train”

“Yep” Grogu manages to say, which makes Din chuckle. “It’s time to go with Carson Teva for some job”

—

You were beautiful.

“She escaped from Coruscant a month ago,” Teva explains to the mandalorian. Yet, the man only seems to be mesmerized by your image. It had never happened before, he even questioned if he was ever going to feel romantically attached to a woman, and here it was this unknown woman who was missing and allegedly was an enemy. “Look, I don’t trust official Elia Kane, she’s the one who has sent the request to bring her back. But the whole situation is suspicious, so I would like to get ahead from the New Republic. Especially from the ones in Coruscant” 

“Chain code?” Din asked, but the older man in bright orange attire shakes his head.

“No chain code. Just this…” the little device with a red dot sparkling on top made Din sigh. He felt like the day he was assigned to hunt the child, but the familiarity discomforted him. You probably were a spy, you were the enemy. “They already looked at the ice planets. She’s not there, good luck” 

“Alright. Let’s go, kid…” when Din turned, Grogu was trying to steal a whole plate of the fried appetizer they had on that little recreational base of pilots. Din rolled his eyes under the helmet, and took the kid in his arms, under the constant complaints of him.

Where in the whole galaxy would he even start? This was going to be harder than he expected. 

—-

Two weeks, and Din Djarin was getting tired of looking for you. 

No sights of a young woman in the desert, tundra, lava, or swamps. As Din flyed the N-1, his brain enlightened.

The jungle, he hadn’t looked for the jungles.

He looked in Felicia, Onderon, Kashyyk, Glee Anselm, but you weren’t there.

That’s when he started questioning, Why were you that important?. What could another female officer want with you? You were just a simple mortal. 

“Look, Grogu. It’s the first time you see a beach” Grogu cooed loudly at the sight of the clear waters, in Scarif. 

The planet was more green than ever. Remnants of imperial bases were scattered between the growing jungle. Din had to admit it was beautiful. A wasted planet, however.

He landed his ship on the sand, making some palms fall in the process. And once he steps outside with the kid, Din felt an incredible wave of peace. The sound of the waves, some birds singing, it was very impressive.

But his peace increased once he saw the red dot of his tracker flashing rapidly. He had found you.

“She’s near, Grogu. Open your eyes” the kid only wandered through the vegetation Din cut with his knife as he made clear the way. 

The weather is hot, humid, and Din is hating every moment because in the jungle everything feels sticky.

“I think she’s gonna be inside” the man states, pointing the tracker to the destroyed building of the Empire and holding Grogu with his free arm. “We’re gonna be home again soon, kid”

The only available entrance of the building is covered by plants, which have grown over the years. Din isn’t nervous, he doesn’t think you’re a potential threat. Maybe a blaster, or two, but that’s it. 

“I’ll put you back in the nest, okay?” Grogu nods at his father's intention. That’s how he liked Din to call his flying carrier. 

“The tracker doesn’t lie, we’re close” he feels proud to be the first one to find you, since you escaped from Coruscant. For a little while, Din felt like he had lost his abilities as a bounty hunter, this was proving him wrong.

The destroyed base reminded him of Mandalore, in ruins, only that Scarif had empty memories, nothing special. 

The interiors are black, and as they enter deeply into the building, the lighting remains intact, making the way a little less scary.

Which resulted in irony, because the place seemed like not even a soul was there.

After what felt like a maze of hallways, the typical structure of the Empire was going downhill and the distant sound of a waterfall alerted Din. 

“Stay close, kid” as they went downhill, the base started to look covered in plants again. The weather turned incredibly humid and Din felt like he was suffocating under the helmet. 

At the end of the hallway, Din noticed something, a pond. 

“Something’s off…” Din whispered as he and the kid entered  open space that holded the pond.

There was a big possibility that after the attack on Scariff, the water and plants created a pond with constant tremors and bombs, but what seemed weird to Din, is how calmed the building was. And most importantly, no signs of you. 

Until, someone pushed his calf so hard that he fell on his knees, then punched his neck from one side so hard that he gasped for air. 

Din groaned in discomfort, but he didn’t get behind, because he managed to take his blade out. As the unknown opponent holded his arms and violently kicked Din’s hip bone with their knee. 

The mandalorian decided it was enough. So he grasped the blade, and using his string muscles, he was able to get free from the enemy’s arms and stabbed their leg.

A female gasp. You were an unusual woman.

Luck wasn’t with Din at that moment. Because just as he was going to take his tight to tie you up, he felt your weight behind him, and in less than a second, he felt some strong plant choking him. 

“How did you find me?” he hears you ask demandingly. You have a strong grip, and Din accepts you are a skilled warrior. With rare techniques that he only heard from the Armorer when he was young. “How. Did. You. Find. Me…huh, Mandalorian?”

Grogu coos and you turn to spot the child. Your eyes widening at the sight of him. If you were surprised to see a shiny Mandalorian finding you after a month of peace, now you were intrigued by his little companion.

“Don’t worry, kid. I don’t plan to kill your master” you say, hoping that the child wasn’t totally freaked out.

“I’m not his master. I’m his father…” you return to look at the man you have trapped, holding the liana straight against his neck, causing another grunt from him. 

“You can’t be one of his kind. You are a human under the armor” Din thinks your voice is hypnotic, delicate but not suave, it’s weird, but in a beautiful way. He really wants to see your face.

“I am a human.” He shouldn’t be answering questions, he never spoke to his quarries. “Once again, Mandalorian. Who sent you after me?” 

“Carson Teva. Now, likely, you must deal with the trials of the New Republic for your crimes” you giggle, this tin can was so clueless.

“Crimes? Oh, silly Mandalorian. You don’t know what lies in Coruscant nowadays” Din felt a goosebump across his spine. Sensing that your words were true, however, he remained light as a feather, waiting for any moment to get out of your claws.

“That’s not my business, I’m just here for the credits” you kick him again, making his helmet crash against the wet floor. You hated bounty hunters from the guild.

“You all bounty hunters are the same ignorant and heartless scum. Bless that child for having to be seeing what you do” somehow, your words hurt him. Like that time where the lady frog said that she was disappointed in him, and pointed out the honor Mandalorians claimed to have.

“You don’t know anything about Mandalorians” skillfully, the tall man managed to hurt your ribs, letting him free. You gasped for air, anf before the air healed your hurt lungs, the Mandalorian threw his tight and made you roll a little before wrapping your arms and legs, leaving you vulnerable. 

Din finally watched your face. Dry skin, cracked lips, frizzy hair, but gorgeous face. 

Delicate hands that try to make their way away from the tight. 

He notices you wear a long skirt, boots and a long sleeve top full of holes, you have a holster and a big cross bag hangs from your shoulder.

You try to crawl away, but it’s useless. The mandalorian keeps pulling you close, scraping your knees against the sharp stones that lay on the ground.

It’s a battle that neither one of you want to lose. Din is very surprised to feel how strong you were, he was struggling to pull you closer. 

But something happened, Grogu got closer in his little pod. 

“Grogu, stay back” demanded Din as he watched the kid very closely. 

But it wasn’t on the child’s options, he closed his eyes and raised one of his little arms. Unexpectedly, Grogu lifted a little wave of water from the pond, gently showering your legs and Din’s right side of his armor.

You squealed trying to cover yourself, but the water still impacted your legs.

Din looked confused at Grogu, and when he focused his eyes on you, his gaze landed on your legs. 

Clammy and shiny skin, almost sticky. Scales. 

Like a rash that instead of a red eruption were scales.

“A sereia…” Din mumbled in shock. 

One of the most shocking and unbelievable moments in his life was retaking Mandalore and now this, encountering face to face with a mythological deity that promised success for the Mandalorian culture. 

“What?…” you asked in disgust. But curiously, because the man stopped struggling with you. Once you saw what he was looking at, you moved your legs, hoping you could hide the already visible scales.

“You’re a mermaid” more like a question, he made a statement.

“No…” you firmly said. 

“This is impossible…” he said, once again, more to himself than to you or Grogu. “Once a Mandalorian finds a mermaid…”

“He’s supposed to serve her and she would shower his culture for prosperity” you finish for him. “Ironic, because you are a filthy Mandalorian who’s going to turn me into the useless New Republic”

There was no point in denying what you were. He saw your scales, the kid saw them too. This is it, once again, injustice won. 

“I can’t turn you in. I’m taking you to Mandalore” he explains. And you can’t help but feel his relaxing voice is soothing you.

“Mandalore? But it’s destroyed, and cursed” to your dismay, a lot happened on the forgotten planet.

“Mandalore was retaken a little while before. I helped Bo-Katan Kryze and other tribes to retake it” you are surprised by his words. “You know what this means, right?”

“Those are tells for children, Mandalorian. I’m not a goddess, and your people should have learned that the ancient Way is full of myths” he’s surprised too. He wasn’t expecting you to be educated about Mandalorians. 

“I don’t care what you think. I’m taking you to Mandalore” he could extend this bounty, Teva wouldn’t know how much time it took him to find you. 

“So be it, then…” you say, as he unwraps the tight around you.

“Cuff yourself, please…” His low voice makes you irritated, you can smell a little arrogance. 

“You’re welcome” you sarcastically say as you cuff yourself after standing up. Although you were smaller than him, now Din could understand your strength. Mermaids were strong warriors that were known for their beauty and determination. But nobody in the galaxy had seen one in centuries. This was special for Din.

“Let’s go…” he indicates to you and Grogu. 

The way back to his shis uncomfortable. You can feel the eyes of the Mandalorian on you. You feel a strange energy with the kid. Everything seemed odd.

As you walk away, you suddenly feel a little melancholic. Scarif became an improvised place to become home. And now, a Mandalorian was taking you against your own will. You were tired of running away, so you just surrendered, that didn’t mean you were enraged for his actions.

When you reach the shore of the beach, it is impossible to not feel teary. Lowkey, you are afraid of what’s about to happen. You lived in Coruscant your whole life, hiding your real nature, until you couldn’t.

At the same time, Din Djarin feels bad for literally taking you hostage. You were a free person, you could do whatever you wanted. But he had to take you to Mandalore, maybe you could understand the situation. And also know more about you, because he had an omen, that you weren’t a bad person.

__

He could have taken the space in front of you, but he decided to have you between his legs. 

“Keep an eye on her…” Din whispered to Grogu once they started hopping on the ship.

You ignore the Mandalorian all the way from jumping into hyperspace. But inside your head, your mind was on fire. 

He proved to be a strong warrior. His long legs secured your small figure, and the soft grazes against him were impossible to not notice. His strong grip against the controls of the ship. 

However, you tried to concentrate on the baby on your own legs. 

“I like your little armor, Grogu” you share after feeling the plate covering the Child’s chest. 

“My name is y/n”

 Din nearly stopped flying the ship. Analyzing your own name, y/n.

“How do you know his name?” You sighed.

“I can hear some of his thoughts…” Grogu cooed loudly, as you smiled and petted his ear. “He says your name is Din Djarin. Is that right?”

“It is. Mermaids are like the Jedi?” You giggle.

“Not quite. We were force sensitives, that is why the Jedi hunted and annihilated us” Din remains quiet, and he feels empathy, he went through the same. Grogu too. 

“Moon Jakaré was the home of the mermaids, right?” you nodded. Suddenly you don’t hate the Mandalorian anymore, and you like his kid. 

“That’s right. It happened to disappear decades before I was born” Din was very curious to know how you ended up wanted by the New Republic, but he wouldn’t push you far. 

“I didn’t grow up in Mandalore. I wasn’t even a Mandalorian when I was born” he shares a little bit of him. You understand how the child was with him. You like him a little more. 

“You have to know that I haven’t committed any crime. An imperial spy is after me because I discovered her dirty secret. She also wants to sell me to some hutt” Din sighs, feeling some urge to protect you. 

“I’ll propose to you something. Let me take you to Mandalore. And then I will help you to take down that spy. We’ll talk to Teva later. We’ll explain the situation” his low voice does something to you. You nod against his back. Trying to ignore every time his arm moves and brushes your tights. Grogu makes his way to sit on your legs, looking at the stars.

“Sounds fair. But why do I have to go to Mandalore?” You knew Mandalorians and mermaids had a long story, but they were myths, this was present, magic didn’t happen anymore. 

“If a Mandalorian finds a mermaid. It means good luck for Mandalore. It’s not a coincidence that this happened right after the retake” it made sense. Some Mandalorian had strong beliefs and traditions. And after analyzing it. It was better to be traveling with a Mandalorian rather than living with fear in Scarif.

“I’m sorry, for saying that you were ignorant and heartless. Now I see you are unlike other bounty hunters. You’re a good Mandalorian” he feels better, somehow he wanted some sort of approval for you. 

“That’s okay. You should rest, we’ll be in Mandalore soon” you nod. Unconsciously falling asleep on Din’s shoulder.

__

Mandalore was pure ruins. Yet, a strong aura was felt. 

As you walk along Din and Grogu, you look at your environment. Entering a dark cave, some Mandalorians stop you and the others.

“I need to see the Armorer and Bo-Katan” one of them nods, allowing you to continue. 

You start descending some rocks and broken stairs. Your boots are good, but it doesn’t stop you from tripping once in a while. But Din takes your hand, and you feel safer, holding onto his strong grip. 

The caves start to look like a city after walking for some minutes, showing how much had been advanced a month after the retake.

In the middle of what used to be an esplanade, a female Mandalorian is there. She wears a golden helmet, and a sophisticated piece of armor.

“For what is your sudden return, Din Djarin and Grogu?” The woman speaks clearly, then turns to look at you. “And who’s your outsider companion?”

“I found a sereia” the woman seems shocked, even with the helmet on. After hearing the name of the mermaids in Mando’a, she steps closer. Examining you.

“What’s your name?” She asks you. 

“…y/n” you say shyly, before she nods calmly.

“Nobody has seen one in a long time. If what you say it’s true, There’s only two places where a sereia will never hide its true form…” she explains seriously, only to add. “The waters of Moon Jakaré and the living waters beneath Mandalore”

Din and you exchange looks, he doesn’t want to cause a burden for you.. But, you nod at him, offering a sweet smile.

__

You don’t have to prove anything to them. But after hearing Din, you want to show everyone that he was the lucky one to find you. In exchange he would help you get rid of your problems. 

As you place your things in the ground. You can smell the waters. Under the cautious look of Din and the Armorer, you undress yourself at the edge of the ancient waters. 

It’s been a month since you turned, you knew that after this, your appearance would be more noticeable. However, you step inside. The water sending some shivers and a familiar vibration through your legs and stomach.

When half of you is inside, you start feeling the change. Thin skin spreads through your body like sweat, growing like tissues to give you a strong tail.

For Din’s horror, something drags you down. 

“y/n!” He yells before diving into the water behind you. 

As he submerged, his vision wasn’t very skilled. He avoided some rocks and pieces of demolished buildings. But after some seconds, he spots a big creature taking you down. 

A mythosaur is dragging you down. 

Din makes his way to you, and once you spot him, you indicate to him to stay away. But he doesn’t, he grabs your waist with one arm and starts pulling you up. Away from the giant animal. 

He knows you can breathe underwater, still, he wants to be as fast as possible. But with some seconds of struggle, he’s able to win and start ascending with you. 

He doesn’t even know he’s holding your hip, which is clammy, and full of scales at that point. Your tail is tangled around Din’s hips, and your arms are securely wrapped around his neck. 

When you make it back to the ground, he’s grunting loudly. The end of your tail is in the water, but all of you are outside.

That’s when Din is able to see you. 

Sparkling skin, smooth hair, pink lips. Your breasts look faded thanks to the scales that cover them. And it matches with your tail. In pink and salmon tones, which end in a bundle of scattered pieces of tail that look like ribbons and gracious tule. You’re divine.

“What was that?” Is the first thing you ask. He can’t believe what just happened. “A mythosaur”

“Let it be known that Mandalore has received a sereia in the dawn of this day” suddenly the armorer speaks. Making you turn away from Din to look away, noticing a bunch of Mandalorians looking at your direction. 

But Grogu flies in his pod to get closer.

“We’re fine, kid” Din lets him know. The kid is curiously looking at your tail, which makes you smile.

“You are our notice of a new awakening for Mandalore. And for that, you’re welcome to join us” the Armorer speaks to you. “Once you’re ready. Come, there’s much to talk about. This is the way”

“This is the way” everyone replies, including Din. 

“Are you okay?” You ask him. He nods.

“Yes, What about you?” You shrug, rolling to hold from your elbows, and shaking the end of your tail, you smile at Din.

“Just a little scratch” he looks, noticing some blood on the scales. “Thank you. For saving me…”

“And thank you, for letting me bring you here”

You know he must be smiling under the helmet. 

__

The Mandalorian named Koska offers you a blanket. Which you accept and thank her. 

The Armorer, Axe, Koska, Bo-Katan, Din and Grogu are the Mandalorians waiting to hear your story. 

At the moment, they only knew you were a fugitive of the New Republic and that you were Din’s bounty. 

“I was born in Coruscant some years after the Clone Wars. I’ve lived there my whole life. I’m the fourth mermaid of the family, one of each generation.” Din is next to you, which makes you feel better from receiving so much attention. 

“My great grandmother was a mermaid. Maybe she escaped from Moon Jakaré. But I was taught to hide it from society. And that’s how I made it. I worked as a senator's assistant. But, there’s spies among the New Republic personnel” when little Grogu asks for your attention, you put him out of his pod to place him in your lap. “Elia Kane is one of them. He provided information to Moff Gideon. Once I discovered her, she started looking for a weakness in me, so she found out I am a mermaid. " They  look concerned, maybe because Gideon was a potential enemy for them, but apparently he was gone. 

“How did you find out?” Axe asked. 

“Oh. Well, Kane liked using the mind flyer to hurt innocents, and she knew about remnants of the Empire. Which was weird because they were supposed to be secret. But I saw her directly talking with Gideon one night” they nodded, encouraging you to continue. 

“When I evacuated my family to Tatooine, Kane captured me. She was on her way to deliver me to some hutt she made a deal with. But I was lucky to escape. However, she accused me of treason with the New Republic, so now I’m wanted. So I found Scarif, and I started living there. Until Din found me…” you say smiling to him. Koska and Axe exchange looks, the Armorer and Bo-Katan keep analyzing your look, and Din is only appreciating you.

“Do you know that Kaled Vizla landed on Moon Jakaré centuries ago?. That the mermaids saved him from death?. That Mandalorians added them to millions of songs?. And that’s why a sereia translates to good omens” you nod.

“Yes. I knew…” you say firmly. “Mandalorians protected us from the Jedi after they started to hunt us” the Armorer nods, standing up to walk to a little forge, nothing compared to the giant one in the heart of the planet. She started pulling out some tools and equipment, capturing your attention.

“Sereia is… mermaid in Mando’a” all of them nod. Bo-Katan also stands and hands you a giant book, opened on an exact page. 

“My clan kept this for years. See? This is one of the original scriptures…” the books are old, brown pages with missing parts show mandalorians simulating a conversation with mermaids. 

“According to the scriptures of Kaled Vizla, the Mandalorian that encounters a mermaid, is the only one alive that can propose marriage to the mermaid” Koska explains, which sets your cheeks on fire. “And after listening to your situation, the New Republic won’t be an issue. We, Mandalorians can and will protect you from the Empire. But, dealing with a Hutt… we can only protect and argue in your favor if you are married to one of us” 

“She’s right…” the Armorer concludes with a wise tone. 

You analyze the situation. You knew that a Hutt was dangerous. Once they make a deal, they won’t rest till they get what they want. Then Elia Kane and the Empire. And the New Republic. 

“We don’t have to… I won’t force you. It’s your choice” Din whispers. You turn to look at him. 

The others notice the hesitation.

“We’ll let you discuss it…” Bo-Katan says, while everyone heads out. 

“As a Mandalorian, it would be an honor to take you as my riduur. I’m willing to confine you to my clan. To serve and protect you as a faithful husband.” Din wasn’t sure what was, but something was telling him to do it, to not oppose this. What he knew is that he liked you. He liked your dynamic with Grogu, your ability as a callous warrior, and he was attracted to know everything about you. 

“Will you ever try to love me?” You ask. Because you wanted love. You wanted to find your other half. Some who would take care and protect you. As you would do with him. 

“I would…” he whispers, he means it. 

“Then, as a wife; I can only offer you my heart, to love and cherish you. My smile, to brighten your days and soothe your nights. And my eyes, to look after you and that kid every day of my life.” You don’t know, but Din starts feeling in love after your honest words. 

“That’s more than enough, Cyar’ika” you blush, his hands take yours, and it feels safe, kind. 

“Acceptable then…” you sigh. You will marry him. It was even, and he was willing to love you some day. 

“I’ll wait outside…” you nod. Looking at your little bag, you grasp the bunch of shiny shells. One for each member of your little family. You would do it to be free. To come back to them. 

It didn’t matter, you would learn to love Din, and Grogu. 

When you go out, Din waits there, with his baby beside him.

He likes your new skirt, it’s pretty. Your shiny top, and old boots. With your attractive skin, perfect hair, you look amazing. An unusual bride. 

“You look… pretty” you lower your gaze, suddenly feeling shy. “Thank you…”

Grogu coos, and you know he’s saying the same as his father. 

“Well, thank you, little man. You always look adorable” he giggles as you gently brush his nose. 

—

The Armorer starts forging something. The sounds bring you unsteady memories, but soon it’s over.

“Ready to take the vows?” She asks. You nod, taking Din’s hands in the process. 

He tries to calm you by brushing your knuckles with his thumbs. 

“Begin…” although you’re unsure, Din loves how you have a good pronunciation of Mando’a, the way you look eager for the next words, how you keep getting close to him. It’s over in less than a second. Now you have a partner, who you met less than a day ago, you don’t know anything besides his name and a little about his adopted son. You don’t even know how he looks. Yet, you’re not sad, you’re eager to find out.

“Now, you’re y/n Djarin. Member of clan Djarin” She hands you a necklace. It’s pretty, you like it very much. “This is the way”

“This is the way” Din says, while you also dare to say those sacred four words. 

Thankfully, there’s no celebration. But everywhere you go, Mandalorians look at you. 

They give you a big tent, that inside looks like a house. You play with Grogu, while Din cleans his weapons in the light. Once the baby is asleep, you turn to the shiny armored man. 

“What’s the… creature?” You ask your now husband, pointing at the necklace that hung from your neck. He puts down his blaster to look at you. 

“A mudhorn. It’s from my clan, Grogu, me… and you” he likes your smile. You hold the necklace, lovingly. “It’s very pretty, Din…” 

“What were your expectations for this…” you smile, delirious.

“Ceremony with a view, which we had. A pretty dress, I’m okay with this…” you accept, holding your skirt. “My family being present…, but they’re safe, it's okay. And… a passionate consummation”

Din stops cleaning his blades, only to fix his visor on you. You blush, turning away.

“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t be ashamed, it’s part of a riduurok” he gently says, moving away from his weapons to sit closer to you.

“Yeah but-, I know it’s allowed, just- I don’t want to see your face until we… we know we are” he knows.

“In love?” He asks, and you nod. “Is it stupid?”

“No, riduur. It’s mature, and says a lot about you” you sigh relieved. “I could-, blindfold you?”

“Yeah. That would be good…” he guides you to the improvised bed. Once everything turns into darkness, it becomes a sensory game. You feel his bare hands brushing your chin.

“Can I-?…” you nod. “Yes, Din. Touch me.”

He kisses you, it’s delicate and soft. He must have facial hair. 

He starts traveling across your body, with sensual and loving touching. Your body fits him, like two broken beskar pieces reunited together. He loves the sights of the mudhorn dangling between the valley of your breasts. Your pretty mouth forming O’s and sobbing his name like a prayer. 

“My perfect sereia…” he grunts in the middle of the act. You feel showered with praise and high waves of pleasure. 

His grasp on your hips, where scales can barely be seen, it’s strong but fulfilling. His lips constantly danced with yours, and how deep he was inside you. 

You were full of him. Your riduur. 

“No one will ever hurt you again, Cyar’ika. I’ll be here to fight by your side” he promises near the end of his pleasure, as he chases his high. 

“I know. I already know…” you manage to say, before you go back to make a mess of moans, cries and the repetition of his name. He promises you a home, a family, security, and devotion as both of you let the pleasure take you.

“I think we were destined…” you say, panting, but smiling. You hear him chuckle, bringing you close to his chest. 

“Me too…” he replies. Drawing imaginary constellations in your naked back, you know so. You were destined to him. 

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What? Part 2 with more mermaid scenes?, fight with the hutt? misunderstanding in marriage? You tell me…

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Me and My Husband

Chapter Six: I Gave Too Much of My Heart Tonight

Married!Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Synopsis: Din Djarin is doing what any typical Mandalorian would be doing after reclaiming Mandalore, finding a riduur and settling down. He’s still a member of the Guild on Nevarro, taking bounties here and there to support his new family. But when he meets you while you’re working the front desk at an inn on Naboo, he finds himself hooked, feeling like he’s found something new and exciting in his now mundane life. How long can he keep up appearances with his riduur? And how long can he keep his little secret with you?

Series warnings: reader is able-bodied, set post season 3, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), some liberties taken with Mandalorian culture/weddings/marriages, infidelity, eventual smut (chapter two!), switches between Reader and Din's POV, no use of y/n

Author’s note: Not that anyone really asked, but this is my favorite chapter 🤍

Chapter summary: Din shows you the experience of a lifetime and crosses off a bucket list item for you.

Word count: 4.5k

Chapter warnings: Din has mediocre sex with his riduur again, talks of having children (it’s not what you think lmao), fingering, oral sex (M and F receiving), vaginal sex, super romantic and loving sex, creampie, fluff

You 

This is the longest you’ve gone without seeing each other. It’s been thirty-four rotations. You’re starting to think he was using you for sex all this time. Or what if your reaction to finding out about his wife scared him off? What if he decided he actually loves her and never wants to see you again? 

Whenever you’re not at work, whenever your mind is idle you’re thinking about him. Even reading is hard. Your mind wanders at any given moment, wondering where in the galaxy he is, wondering what he’s doing. Maybe he’s fucking his wife. He never told you if they did that stuff or not. Maybe he’s somewhere else in the galaxy, poorly flirting with some other woman. Maybe he’s starting a whole new fling and conveniently leaving out the part about his wife like he did with you. Maybe he’s bringing some other woman to his house on Nevarro. Maybe he’s listening to someone else’s hopes, dreams, and desires. Maybe he’s got another woman underneath him, coming inside her. Maybe he’s-

Stop. You’ll drive yourself mad. 

All you can do is try not to wonder about him and live your life. 

Din 

To say that he’s getting antsy would be an understatement. All of his time has been occupied by May and Bo-Katan, rebuilding the infrastructure of Mandalore. Yes, it’s an important task but the Eye of Aldhani is happening soon. And there’s not a single thing in the galaxy that will stop him from taking you to see it. Tomorrow is the latest he could possibly leave to come pick you up if he doesn’t want to miss the Eye. Time is ticking. 

He’s standing outside with May, telling her he’s leaving tomorrow. He’s never been good with telling her when he’s leaving with any notice. 

“I’m leaving tomorrow, May,” he tells her as they’re standing outside.

“Okay… Before you go… Can we make love?” she asks, turning her helmet to look at home, holding Grogu on her hip. 

He can’t hold her off any longer. They’ve only done it once. And if he’s going to leave again for several rotations he has to give in. It sounds terrible but he’s not good at faking his attraction or faking his love for her. So if he wants to keep her from getting suspicious this is what he has to do, at least in his mind. 

“Sure,” he says, starting to head inside. 

“But,” he starts, stopping and turning to face her, “Let’s leave our helmets on.” 

He winces in anticipation of her response. Will she be offended? Will she be suspicious? He wants to keep them on because he doesn’t think he can look May in the eye, not after he’s fully committed himself to you. And also because he’s worried the guilt will be on full display all over his face. 

“What?”

“I think… I think it’ll be hot.”

“I mean… I guess we’d be really honoring the creed.”

“Right…” he says uneasily. 

May puts Grogu down for bed and Din waits in their bedroom. After a moment she appears in the doorframe and asks, “Are we keeping all of the armor on, too?”

He didn’t even think about the armor. He could probably keep it all on but maybe that’s too far. Maybe that will make her suspicious. 

“No we can take it off,” he says, after having a moment to contemplate. 

“Would you… Would you do it for me?”

Oh. That’s a pretty intimate thing for Mandalorian couples to do; to remove each other’s armor before an act of love. Again, if he says no, it’ll be suspicious. 

“Yes,” he says awkwardly, rising to meet her at the door frame. 

He meticulously removes her armor, placing it all in a pile on the table in front of their bed. She’s down to her flight suit now, her visor fixed on him. 

“Your turn,” she says softly, starting with his cape. 

As soon as she removes it his mind is flooded with the memory of you at the springs on Nevarro, drying off with his cape. Kriff, he’s hard now. Oh, how he wishes you were here, removing his armor for him, seeing his naked form for the first time. As she moves down to his thigh armor she sees that he’s hard and lets out a small gasp. It’s not for her but she can think it is. It makes his charade all the more believable. 

They’re both down to their flight suits now, standing in front of each other awkwardly. She unzips hers first and he follows, the two of them getting naked at the same time. And now they're naked, wearing only their helmets, feeling different ways about each other entirely. She takes a step towards him, resting her hand on his chest. 

“I’m ready,” she says softly. He nods. Time to get this over with. 

She moves to the bed, laying down on her back and resting her head on a pillow, legs spread apart and chest moving up and down with deep breaths. She seems nervous too. 

At least with the helmet he can close his eyes and pretend it’s you underneath him. This can never come close to you but it’s the best he’s got right now, until he gets to see you tomorrow. 

He situates himself between her thighs, giving her entrance a few strokes. She’s extremely wet already and Din can’t gauge what she’s feeling. She’s wet but her body language reads as nervous. And the sad part is, he’s not concerned with why she’s nervous, he’s concerned with whether or not she’s seeing through his facade. 

He slides a few fingers in, giving her just enough attention and foreplay to get her ready for him. She’s definitely into it, her body responding to his touch. Her nipples perk up and her sex gets wetter. It doesn’t take long for her to cum, her walls fluttering around his fingers. He pulls his hand from her and strokes his cock, willing it to get hard enough to fuck her. He wonders if she’ll notice that he’s not fully hard but then again she’s only had him one other time and it was so long ago. She’s probably grateful this is happening at all. 

And now he’s inside her, gently thrusting in and out, closing his eyes, and pretending you’re here with him instead. He misses you so much it makes his heart ache. Being here with May and pretending she’s you doesn’t even come close to the real thing. But this false bliss he’s created doesn’t last long because in the back of his mind, there’s a small voice reminding him of the guilt, reminding him that May doesn’t deserve this, that she’s a good person. It’s an internal battle and the voice is getting louder, arguing with the part of his mind that’s telling him to keep pretending. He’s not even paying attention to May at this point, too busy trying to drown the voices out. 

And then it’s over. He flops down on the bed beside her and… He came inside her without realizing it. Oh kriff, he’s an idiot. What if she gets pregnant? He knows she doesn’t have an implant. If she gets pregnant this is about to make his little secret with you all the more complicated. He won’t be able to leave whenever he wants to whisk you away to some far-off planet. If she gets pregnant and finds out about you, it’ll crush her. She’ll be devastated and Din will become an apostate again. And he will not let that happen, under any circumstances. He knows that feeling all too well and it’s a feeling he would never like to revisit ever again. His creed is the most important thing in his life. 

…But if his creed is so important to him… Why is he messing around with you? Why is he playing with fire? Why is he playing such a dangerous game?

“Din?” she asks, ripping him from his thoughts. 

“Hm?” he responds, still reeling from his internal struggle. 

“You came inside me.”

“Right… Sorry about that.”

“This is kind of a big deal,” she says, sitting up and removing her helmet, setting it on the nightstand beside her. 

“We never talked about when we’re going to have warriors of our own,” she says, glancing over at him with tears in her eyes. 

He doesn’t take off his helmet. He’s mad at himself that he came inside of her and not you.

“I’m sorry…”

“I don’t know if I’m ready just yet but… I’m happy to know you’re thinking about this,” she says, grabbing his hand. 

Oh, he’s thinking about it alright… with another woman.  

He gives her hand a squeeze and tells her he’s getting tired. She nods, getting under the covers with him. 

She goes to sleep fairly quickly but as for Din, he’s up all night, sick to his stomach that he might’ve just gotten May pregnant. And that he’ll be even more bound to her than he already is. Maybe he’ll get lucky and she won’t actually be pregnant, and isn’t that just fucked up of him?

But eventually, he takes off his helmet and goes to sleep, quelling his racing mind with thoughts of you and how he’ll finally get to hold you soon. 

-

The morning’s been a blur. He barely says goodbye to May and Grogu before taking off, hauling his ass as fast as he can to Naboo. 

On the way there he thinks of all the other ways he can give himself to you. Maybe it’s because he came inside May last night and he was to absolve himself of that. Even though she’s his wife he feels like he somehow wronged you by fucking her and coming inside her. And then it dawns on him. 

He could show you his face. 

No, that’s crazy. That’s the very thing he became an apostate for. But in his opinion, it was worth it for Grogu despite the psychological torment it caused him (not to mention the physical torment from almost drowning in the Mines). If there’s anyone he loves most in the galaxy it’s Grogu and… you. Kriff, is he admitting to himself that he loves you? He might be. 

It’s also been so long since he’s seen you… What if you moved on? What if you’ve forgotten all about him? What if you’ve found someone else? He has to find you fast.

It’s the afternoon on Naboo when he lands. He parks near the outskirts of Theed as he’s done several times, practically racing off of the ship. He doesn’t know where you are right now but he has a list of places to check; the inn, your apartment building, and the library. He checks the inn first, anxiously bursting through the doors to find you not at the front desk and swiftly turning on his heel to leave. He heads to your apartment building and to his relief you’re just leaving, bumping into him on the street. 

“Ca’tra, I’m here.”

He expects you to greet him warmly, to be happy to see him. But instead, you’re raising your eyebrow at him, mouth contorted into a frown. 

“Nice to see you didn’t forget about me.”

“What? I’ve missed you so much.”

“Is that why you waited so long to come back?” you ask, folding your arms. 

“No, you don’t understand. I-”

“You think you can just use me for sex? Come here whenever’s convenient for you to fuck me and leave?” you finish, stepping closer and pointing your finger at him. 

“You’re cute when you do that,” he chuckles. 

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious. Do you know how much it pained me to be apart from you?” he says, interlocking his fingers with yours. 

“We have to go, ca’tra. Or else we’ll be late.”

“Why? Where are we going?”

“Aldhani.”

“…What?”

“For the Eye.”

The look on your face melts his heart, a look of pure shock mixed with love. He swears there are tears springing in the corners of your eyes. 

“Really?”

“Of course. You said you wanted to see it.”

“…Thank you, Din.”

“Anything for you, ca’tra. But we have to go. You don’t have to work do you?”

“Nope,” you shake your head. 

“No time to waste,” he says, taking you by the hand and leading you back towards the Crest. 

He’s so excited; excited to make you happy, excited to put a smile on your face, excited to be between your thighs, excited to hold you, excited to just be in your presence. He loves you so much. And he needs you to know that. 

He can’t tell you now. He has to wait for the right moment. Kriff, he’s never put this much thought into anything in his life.

“It’ll take us a little bit longer to get there,” he says once he’s in hyperspace. 

“Longer than Nevarro?”

“Yes but not by too much,” he says, turning his seat around to face you. 

“Thank you again,” you say softly. 

“I’d do anything for you, ca’tra.”

You don’t say anything, staring down at your hands in your lap.

“I mean it.”

He takes your hands in his and you look up at him. You’re gazing directly into his eyes even though you can’t tell. When you look at him everything makes sense; every choice that led him to you feels right. 

-

It’s finally time to land on Aldhani. He knows exactly where the best spot to see the Eye is and he can count down to the minute when it will start. 

He lands on one of the hilltops along the valley, hastily unbuckling his seatbelt and barreling down the ladder. You follow, giddily running after him and down the exit ramp of the Crest. And you just made it. 

One streak of bright green shoots across the sky, leaving a trail of a lighter shade of green in its wake. And then another one, but this time it’s a cerulean blue. Soon enough the nighttime sky is painted with brilliant streaks of turquoise, baby pink, amber, and viridian. You were right. It’s a sight to behold. 

He looks over at you, with your face wearing a wide grin, eyes misty with tears. Every single thing that led him to this moment was worth it, it was worth it to see you this happy. He gets a warm feeling in his chest knowing that he’s responsible for making this happen for you, being able to take you to something you’ve wanted to see for so long. 

He pulls you into him, resting your head against his beskar breastplate, and wrapping his arms around you. He could stay there forever, holding you and watching the sky. This right here, the Eye, is the best comparison of his love for you; beautiful, rare, a sight he’s never seen, a feeling he’s never felt before. You’re a whirlwind of firsts for him. All of the sex he had before you was meaningless, based on purely a physical need for a release. He’s never had butterflies when he looks upon a face until he met you. He’s never strived so hard for someone else’s happiness. All of the firsts are overwhelming but in a good way. His senses and thoughts are completely encapsulating with you. And it sort of scares him because he’s barely known you for a full cycle, let alone a few months. But what he does know, is that he’s sure his feelings for you are deeper, more profound than anything he’s ever felt. 

Eventually, the Eye comes to an end, the brilliant colors fizzling out of the sky. You pull back and look directly into his visor, with so much love in your eyes, and say, “Thank you, Din. I mean it. I really can’t thank you enough.”

“I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again,” he chuckles, “I’d do anything for you.”

He pauses for a moment, bracing himself for your response, and says, “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

That’s the first time he’s said it and actually meant it. 

You

Your eyes widen at his words. The truth is… you do love him back. But he’s married. And are you really about to tell a married man that you love him?

Yes. Yes, you are. 

“You don’t have to say it back,” he says, his voice small. 

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” you respond, grabbing his hands. 

He squeezes your hands and you swear you hear him let out a sigh of relief. How could he ever think otherwise? You can’t see your face but you know your love for him is worn proudly on your face, hanging in the air like all of the stars in the galaxy. 

“You don’t know how relieved I am to hear you say that.”

“It’s just… How I feel,” you smile. 

He takes another deep breath and says, “I have something to show you.”

Din

This is it. He’s going to take off his helmet and show you his face. He feels like he’s going to be sick, already spiraling thinking about what your reaction will be.

He leads you back to the Crest, lowering the exit ramp and heading inside. He shuts the ramp, triple-checking it to be entirely sure it’s secure. There can’t be any risk that someone else can see this. Kriff, he’s nervous, his palms growing sweaty underneath the gloves. 

“Din? Are you alright?”

“I am,” he affirms, letting out a shaky breath. 

“Okay… What’s going on? You’re worrying me.”

“Just… I have to show you something.”

You nod and he brings his hands to the edge of his helmet, slowly starting to pull it off. You throw your hands over your eyes and shout, “Din! What are you doing?”

The modulator hisses as he pulls off the helmet, setting it on a crate in the storage area of the Crest. He walks over to you and says, “Ca’tra, it’s okay,” letting you hear his unmodulated voice for the first time. 

He takes your hands in his and moves them away from your face. 

“Now open your eyes,” he says softly. 

And after a moment you do, an unreadable expression on your face. His eyes search your face for approval, love, desire, joy, something, anything. 

“Ca’tra?” he says, his brows furrowing. 

“Din, you’re… You’re beautiful,” you say, caressing his face. You stroke his cheeks with your thumbs, running them over his facial hair. 

He melts into your touch, his skin feeling as if it’s on fire as you move your fingers across his cheeks. 

“I just… I wanted to do this because I want to give myself to you, completely.”

“You mean that?” you ask. 

“Of course I do,” he responds, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into him. 

“I’ve never loved someone so much. And… It scares me. But I need you,” he continues, squeezing you tightly. 

“I love you, too, Din,” you smile at him. 

And kriff, he’s seeing your face, your smile, your beauty without the helmet in the way. He’s taking in your scent for the first time. It’s all intoxicating. He could get drunk off of it. And he hasn’t even kissed you yet. What’s he waiting for?

Finally, at long last, he kisses you. And it’s more than he ever imagined it could be. Sure, he’s kissed May before, but it was always a quick, chaste kiss. But this, this is a real kiss, communicating all of your love for each other. 

He needs more of you. He needs to fuck you like this, have you underneath him, looking directly into his eyes. He needs to taste you, lapping at your wetness for the first time. He needs to connect with you on a level he’s never connected with anyone before. 

“I need you,” he says, pulling away and looking into your eyes. 

You know exactly what he means, nodding with so much love in your eyes, your pupils blown wide. 

He kisses you again, this one even more passionate, while pushing you lightly towards the direction of his bunk. You break the kiss to start undressing and he says, “Will you take off my armor for me, ca’tra?”

“Of course, Din,” you respond, kissing him again before starting to remove his armor. 

It’s a meticulous task, but you take your time, starting from the top to the bottom until left his in nothing but his flight suit and boots. His armor is stacked in a neat pile in the corner of the room and he takes off his flight suit and boots, setting them beside the armor. 

And now you’re standing in front of each other completely bare. His eyes can’t stop scanning up and down your form, finally getting to see all of you through his own eyes. Stars, he gets to touch you without the gloves in the way for once.  

Like magnets you two are glued to one other, kissing and grabbing at each other passionately until you’re lying down on the bed. He hovers over you, continuing to kiss you until he moves his lips down your jaw, your neck, your breasts. He stops at your breasts and takes a nipple in his mouth while his hand takes the other. Your breath hitches and you suck in a gasp. All of this is so new for both of you. You’ve had sex countless times but never like this. And now that his helmet’s not in the way he has an oral fixation, wanting to kiss, lick, and nip every inch of you. 

He moves his mouth to your other nipple, bringing it to a stiff peak between his lips and his teeth, before moving down your torso. He leaves kisses in his wake, finally getting to what he’s most excited about; eating you out. It’ll be his first time eating anyone out ever. He’s never done this before, not even with May. He's nervous about it, wanting to get it right, wanting to hear you moan, wanting to feel you shake and writhe against his face. Kriff, it’s all he’s been able to think about since he first had you in the alley all those rotations ago. 

He licks one long, slow stripe up your cunt and you shiver in response. 

“Please, Din,” you whine. 

He chuckles against you, sending vibrations through your core. 

“Oh, I’m taking my time with you, ca’tra,” he says before licking you again, licking along your folds before finally getting to your clit. 

He sucks on the sensitive bundle of nerves slowly, making you arch your back in desperation. He applies more pressure, slowly working you up. Your hands find his hair, gripping his curls as he eats you, and he lets out a primal groan in response. 

Kriff, don’t stop doing that, he thinks to himself, his cock getting even harder if that’s somehow possible. 

He pulls back for a split second, just to moisten his fingers before slipping two of them inside you. Your grip on his hair tightens and you’re so close to the edge. He can tell by the way your whimpers get more incessant and the deepening arch of your back. You cum against his face and his hand, soaking both of them with your release. He didn’t think he could love this any more than he already did. But once he gets a taste of your cum, your release he’s in bliss. If there’s a heaven, he’s found it, right here between your thighs, completely soaked. 

Once you’re done writhing you sit up and look down at him, gasping at the mess you made on his face. 

“Oh kriff, I’m sorry,” you say, feeling a little bit embarrassed. 

“You’re sorry? Ca’tra, I need you to do that every single day for the rest of my life.”

“Stop, you don’t mean that,” you giggle. 

“Oh but I do,” he says, rising and resting on the back of his heels. 

He kisses you again, holding the back of your head with his hand, a deep, needy kiss. 

You pull back with a wide grin and say, “Your turn.”

“Oh you don’t have to,” he says sheepishly. 

“Oh but I want to,” you respond, sinking to the floor.

He moves to the edge of the bunk, sitting with a wide stance while you take his already hard cock in your hand. You give it a few strokes as you kiss along his groin, inching your way closer and closer to his cock. 

You swirl your tongue around underneath his foreskin and the tip slowly before taking his length in your mouth. He groans, panting at the slow motions of your head. You lay your tongue flat on the underside of his cock, wrapping your hand around the base and stroking it. You bob your head up and down, inching him towards the edge until he stops grabbing your face with his hands on each side of your head. 

“Need you. Now,” he says. 

You nod and rise from the floor, straddling him and sinking down onto his cock. You wrap your legs around his torso, grinding against him until cock is buried as deep as it can go. And now you’re face to face with each other, looking into one another’s eyes as you become one, intertwined together in a harmonious cycle like all of the stars, planets, nebulas, everything in the galaxy. 

His pupils are wide, leaving only a small ring of warm brown as he gazes at you in awe, a literal goddess before him grinding against him.

You cum together, kissing each other deeply when you do, moaning into each other’s mouths. It’s intense. He realizes that this is more than just sex for him, it’s an act of love, the greatest love he’s ever known. 

When you’re done you rest against him and he wraps his arms around you, stroking your back softly and replaying the night’s events in his head, everything from watching the Eye, to telling you he loves you, until now. 

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” he says, kissing the top of your head. 

You pull back and look at him, repeating the phrase. He knows you mean it with all of your heart. 

And so the two of you spend the rest of the night in a cycle; resting, admiring each other, and having sex again. When you lay down you’re intertwined with each other. You can’t keep your hands or your eyes off his face, stroking his cheeks, trailing your pinking along the bridge of his nose, running your hands through his hair, and telling him how beautiful he is. 

Eventually when your core and your legs can’t take anymore, you sleep, holding each other without a care in the galaxy. 

All is well, for now. 

Chapter Seven

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Brown Eyes | Din Djarin

pairing: din djarin x f!reader

disclaimer: brief season 3 spoilers ahead. read at your own discretion.

warnings: brief mentions of violence, very little cursing, tooth-rotting fluff, Din is honestly such a simp in this (we love that tbh), and smut. 18+. minors dni.

word count: 4.5k

synopsis: Din comes back to Nevarro only to find his favorite soldier acting as an interim Marshall, and the reunion is everything he could’ve hoped for.

divider by @saradika 🖤

Din felt the weight of the galaxy lift off his shoulders after Moff Gideon's defeat.

Maybe he'd finally know peace.

When he came back to Nevarro after the fact, he was happily greeted by his good friend, Greef Karga.

Greef didn't hesitate to gift Mando his very own home, where he could raise his son and train him to be an apprentice. The whole city was gathered at the main courtyard, welcoming the Mandalorian and his son back with pride. You stepped down the stairs and stood next to Greef with the biggest smile on your face.

You'd fought side-by-side with the man in glinting beskar, and to see him finally get to rest made you so happy. He could finally settle for awhile.

"Well look who it is," You grin up at Din's tall stature after Greef gives him the key to his new home, "Didn't think I'd see you for a good while." You chuckle as he looks down at you, his body language displaying shock.

"What are you doing here?" Din asks in surprise, before getting interrupted by Greef.

"Oh good, why don't you show Din to his new place?" Greef asks you kindly, and you nod your head.

"Gladly." You nudge your head to the right, signaling Din to start walking with you.

"So what, you live here on Nevarro now?" Din asks, pocketing his new key.

"You're looking at the new interim Marshall." You're prideful of your new position assigned to you for now, but you still want to remain humble about it.

"Good. It's well deserved." Din nodded at you, pulling you into his side for a semi-awkward side hug. You're the only person he'd ever be comfortable touching like that. You two have an extensive history of battling together, almost dying a few times, being held hostage, rescuing each other—the list goes on. Needless to say, you both've spent lots of time together, always having each other's backs.

You couldn't deny the tension, though. There was always something in the stillness of Din that made you so curious about him. Everything he did mattered; he always moved with purpose. He was always so sure of himself, especially when it came to kicking ass.

The one thing you'll never forget about him, though, is his beautiful face. You'd happened to be there the day Luke came to take Grogu, leaving Din in tears. Even at his weakest, with hot tears in his eyes, he was still so beautiful.

You often dreamed about him, especially more so now that you know what he looked like. You never told a soul what happened on the ship that day, though, and nobody needed to know.

Nobody on that ship—especially you and Cara, ever talked about it. You were just happy to see Grogu back with his rightful parent.

Unbeknownst to you, Din often let his mind wander to you as well. Especially when it was just him in his ship, while Grogu was asleep. He couldn't help it. You were so beautiful, and the fact that you were practically a warrior made him want to melt to his knees.

He quite literally would worship the ground you walked on, if you let him.

You both reached his humble abode, Din admiring the pond right in front of his new house. His heart warmed at the thought of his son playing in those waters.

"Here you are. I live right down that way," You jerk your thumb over your shoulder to a very similar house only about a thousand feet away, "Pretty sure you'll be seeing a lot of me. Hope you don't get tired of my face." You laugh, and Din chuckles as he shakes his head.

"Not likely. Don't think I'll ever get tired of you." His voice is soft through the modulator, making a pink heat spread across your cheeks quickly at his confession.

"Well, if you need anything, I'll be that way." Your smile is small as you quickly turn on your heel, dirt crunching underneath your boots as you walked toward your house. You were walking so quickly that a small cloud of dust crowded your feet, and Din chuckled to himself as he saw what a simple flirtatious compliment did to you.

Deep down, maybe even surface-level, he was glad he was going to see you much more often now that you two were actually neighbors.

He looked down at his green, bug-eyed son with a smile underneath the helmet, "C'mon kid, let's get settled in."

-

A few days went by and Din was a bit disappointed that he hadn't seen you since you showed him to his house. He had so much free time on his hands that he quite literally didn't know what to do with himself, other than train Grogu for a couple hours at a time or polish his flashy N-1 Starfighter.

Sure he could go out into the city and mingle, but that's never been his thing. He's always been a man of few words, and he'd like it to remain that way. The only person he'd be interested in talking to for hours is you.

Your absence had a pull on his slightly lonely heart, but he knew you were busy. So, when he finally sees you for the first time in three days, he's secretly ecstatic.

"Hey." He calls out to you, beskar glinting in the Nevarro sunset. It was a warm day. The breeze was light, tampering with your flight suit as you walked up to him with a smile.

"Mesh'la." He whispers so low that his modulator couldn't even pick up on it.

"Hey, Din." You stopped right in front of him, tilting your head back a bit so your eyes could align with his visor.

"Haven't seen you in a few days." He states the obvious. Din was always nervous around you, though he hid it well, he knew he sucked at trying to hold a decent conversation with you.

The most talking you two ever really did was when you were by his side rescuing his son with him and Cara, and most of it consisted of shouting over the sound of blasters. That, and those late nights where you both couldn’t sleep so you stayed up with your backs up against the metal wall of the Razor Crest, talking about life in general.

"Yeah, Karga had a few assignments for me to do the past few days. How've you been settling in?" Your smile beams up at him, reaching out a hand to touch his bicep.

He looked down at your hand, going still for a moment before trying to relax.

Maker, he needed to pull himself together.

"Good, actually. Grogu is doing really well with his training so far." Din's voice is light, sounding happy. It was music to your ears.

"And what about you, Din Djarin? How are you handling the change of pace?" You poke his chest plate teasingly, prodding him to answer you truthfully.

"It's a bit lonely, but it's peaceful. I like it." He answers you modestly, and you nod.

"I get what you mean. That's why I keep busy, to try and distract myself from the loneliness." You chuckle, moving your hand back down to your side.

"Well, would you like to be less lonely and join me for a drink? Karga gave me a bottle upon my return. Don't think I can finish it all by myself." Din's voice held a shyness that you branded in your brain forever.

Without skipping a beat, you nod your head. "I'd love to."

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"Wait wait wait," Your eyebrows thread together in complete bewilderment, "You mean to tell me that you nearly drowned in the Living Waters of Mandalore, only for the Armorer to tell Lady Kryze that it was okay for her to walk both ways?" You're trying so hard to wrap your head around Din's story.

You two were currently sitting at his kitchen table, enjoying the delicious liquid gold in a bottle that Greef gifted Din. You both were on your third cup as the stories kept spilling out from the beautiful brown-haired, brown-eyed man sitting across from you.

He'd taken his helmet off in the comfort of his own home, which you most certainly weren't expecting. You wanted to reach out and touch his beautiful features, but you kept your greedy hands by your side.

It was so nice to see him be so carefree for once even if it was just for a little while.

"Yeah," He chuckled, eyes averting to his nearly empty cup. "So technically I wouldn't be an apostate again." He looks up at you, and you offer him a warm smile.

You made sure to listen to all of his stories attentively, each one more terrifying, heart wrenching, and nail biting than the last.

Din was the most interesting person you knew. Though he never really said much around others, he had many stories to tell of his wild adventures all throughout the galaxy. Every single one of them was enough adventure to last one person a lifetime, but he kept opting for more.

You look back up at him, eyelashes fluttering and lips parted as his stare was eminent on you.

“What?” You’re finding yourself blushing under his stare.

“You’re so beautiful, cyar’ika.” Din’s voice is almost a whisper as a small smile etches its way onto his pink lips.

You were suddenly too shy to look this beautiful man in the eyes. Those big, dark, beautiful eyes made it feel like he was staring into your soul in that very moment.

Your eyes averted to the empty cup in front of you on the table, with a small “thank you” that escaped you.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are. Please.”

Your eyes shot up to him, shock not even beginning to cover what you felt. There’s no way this man, that you fought side-by-side with in many troubling battles, was willing to be so vulnerable for you. With you.

Still, you couldn’t help but want him. Maybe it was the alcohol flowing through your system, or your long-time secret pining after him. Maybe it was both. You wanted to feel what it would be like in his strong arms as he made sweet love to you, or maker above, even fucked you into oblivion. Had he ever even done it before?

“I’m sorry, cyar’ika. Maybe my advances were too strong.” Embarrassment started to creep over him as you realized you’d yet to answer his request. He really wish he had his helmet on right about now to avoid the flush creeping up his neck, making its way to his cheeks.

You immediately shake your head, “No, Din. I’d love that. Please, show me.” You’re breathless as you move to stand up, him following suit.

He meets you in the middle of the distance you two had before, pulling you in by your hips. Your eyes were wide with wonder, and you slowly reached one hand up to caress his stubbled cheek, while the other rested comfortably on his chest plate.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a very long time.” Din confesses, tightening his grip on you.

“Really?” You’re in such disbelief. If only you saw the way he’d always look at you when he had his helmet on, then maybe you’d not be so apprehensive to believe him.

“Since I first laid my eyes on you.” Your hand moves from his cheek to the back of his thick head of soft curls, closing the gap between you two. You had to stand on your tippy toes to reach him because he towered over you that much.

His lips on yours was even better than both of you could’ve imagined, and you’d both imagined it more often than not. You moan softly into the kiss, and Din pats your hips to signal you to jump. You obey his silent command, and he easily catches your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist.

His cold armor pressed against your body in contrast with the summer heat of Nevarro was bone-chilling.

The kissed picked up as he started toward his bedroom, anticipation blooming in your stomach. It’d been so long since you’ve been intimate with someone, so you were a bit nervous.

Din could feel your tenseness, so he pulls apart from you as he lays you down on his soft bed. This bed was so big and luxurious compared to the one he used to have on the Razor Crest. You smile to yourself at the thought.

“Relax, sweetheart. You’re safe with me. I promise.” He smiles down at you and you lean back on the bed, sighing in content. You stare up at the ceiling until you hear a small ‘clank’, in which your eyes avert back to Din. He was slowly removing all of his armor, until he was left in nothing but his flight suit underneath.

“Hey, look, we’re matching.” You joke as you motion down to your flight suit which was very similar to his.

“I’d rather see you in your birthday suit than your flight suit.” Din’s cheekiness always fascinated you. You smile wickedly as you bite your lip, leaning up on your elbows. He moves back to hover over you once more, his face mere inches from yours.

“So take it off of me, then.” You coax him as you drag your index finger from his cheek, down the side of his throat, until you reach the middle of his torso.

He huffs out a small laugh as a smirk appears on his lips.

"Always so eager." He teases, kissing you once more. You felt his bed dip down between your slightly spread legs as he puts one knee in the middle of them, the other on the outside of your right thigh. He fluidly began to undo your suit with his skillful fingers, making sure to purposefully not graze your skin with his touch. He was being a tease and you knew it.

Eventually, he slowly pulls the suit off of you and neatly folds it. You're in your underwear and bra now, and something ravenous flashes across his eyes as he studies your curves.

"Mesh'la." His says aloud, his eyes moving back to yours.

"Din. Please don't keep me waiting." Your yearning and desire for the Mandalorian in front of you grew stronger by the second. You wanted to feel him, taste him, hear him... you wanted to be one with him.

"Never, sweetheart." He climbs over you once more before reaching behind you, taking off your bra before tossing it across the room.

You emit a small laugh at his actions, and his head appears right above yours once more.

"I could listen to that sound forever, cyar'ika." He cups your face as he kisses you gently, trailing his plush, velvety lips down to your jaw, neck, sternum, and stops to hover over one of your breasts.

"Can I?" His voice is soft, almost loving. You nod without hesitation, and he moves his mouth down to feel your soft flesh with his tongue. You sharply inhale at the sensation, a pool of arousal coating your underwear.

As if on cue, Din skates a hand over your torso before tracing the band of your underwear. He releases you from his mouth before looking up at you, eyes asking for permission.

"Yes," You whisper desperately, "You can do whatever you'd like to, Din. My body is yours. For your pleasure."

His heart skipped a beat at your words, feeling his erection becoming painfully tight in his own flight suit. He kept his eyes locked on your face when his hand dipped into the front of your underwear.

You were absolutely soaked for him, and he loved it. He ran his middle finger through your slick folds, eliciting a moan from you. He decided then and there that that sound you made for him was his second favorite. His first favorite is your laugh.

"Gedet'ye." You rasped, and Din's breathing came to a halt.

"You know Mando'a?" His eyes searched yours, and your eyebrows threaded together as you gave him a small smile.

"Elek," Your hand moves up to his hair, "Only a little." As if he couldn't find any more reasons to want to cherish you until the galaxy's end, you just gave him another.

"You never cease to amaze me, cyar'ika." He moves his finger down, teasing your entrance.

You instinctively grab on to his still-clothed bicep, relishing in his touch. He slowly enters his finger into you, and you whimper at the stretch. Not even two of your fingers could reach the length he could, let alone offer the same sensation just his one could.

He starts to pump his finger slowly, drawing sweet moans from your mouth. You pull him down to kiss you, and his tongue is ravenous with yours, both feeling needier with every second that passes.

You couldn't help but grind your hips into his finger, prompting him to slip in a second one.

He stops the languid pace of his fingers, only to unexpectedly nearly tear your underwear off your body. He wanted to taste every part of you.

He was now eye-level with your core, moaning at the sight.

"So pretty, baby, and all for me." He groans to you before delving his tongue into your slick folds, working at a delicious pace. The only sounds that could be heard were the trees rustling in the breeze, his tongue working against you, and your sweet moans.

"Fuck, Din, please don't stop." You're a panting mess by this point, his tongue stimulating you just right.

"Never, cyar'ika." He moans against you, closing his eyes to savor the taste of you. He could quite literally do this all day, if you'd let him.

You could feel the tension coiling in your core. Both of your hands found his hair as you shoved his face into your pussy even further, if that was even possible. His strong nose moved against your clit as his tongue moved up and down, the sensation of stimulation becoming almost unbearable.

He felt you stiffen underneath him as you had a near-death grip on his beautiful locks, silently warning him you were close.

You felt the hot sensation flood your body, your orgasm ripping through you as you moaned loudly, his name rolling off of your tongue multiple times. He lapped away slowly, cleaning your orgasm up with his tongue. It sent shivers down your spine as you were trying to catch your breath.

"So sweet, my love." He praises you as he moves away. He stands up, his erection incredibly evident in his suit.

"Let me take care of you now, Din." Your eyes shift from the tension in his pants back up to his face.

"Next time, baby." He smiles down at you as he quickly finishes removing his suit, leaving him in just his underwear. His body was so beautiful. Tan skin with rippling muscles in his arms and a softer yet sturdy core. Even his legs were a sight to behold. He was so breathtaking.

He moves back on top of you and molds his lips to yours once more, soft and slow.

Your hands rested themselves on his chest, and you wanted to melt. You never thought you’d get to see him like this—feel him like this. The thought that he was comfortable around you and trusted you wholly with not only his identity, but allowing himself to be vulnerable around you, made you nearly want to cry.

He reserved himself like this just for you.

Your hands found themselves moving down as you palmed him through his underwear, eliciting a strangled moan from him into your mouth.

“Can I?” It was your turn to ask, as you tugged at the waistband of the clothing that covered the part of him you so desperately craved inside of you.

He looked down at you, lips parted and hair a mess. He offered a small smile before nodding, and you tugged his underwear down his legs slowly. Once you couldn’t reach down anymore, he moved them down the rest of the way until they were off his legs completely.

Your heart was nearly pounding out of your chest. A part of you wanted to look down at him and his manhood, take him all in in all of his glory, but you were so nervous that you started to tremble. Your mouth went dry and your focus was nonexistent.

You looked up at him, sinking your teeth into the corner of your bottom lip.

“We don’t have to do this.” Din noticed your trembling body and apprehension.

“It’s not that– it’s just, I haven’t been with someone in a long time. I never thought I’d get to be with you like this. It’s… a lot to take in.” You said.

“What do you mean? I’ve wanted you since the day I laid my eyes on you. You’re all I could think about. Especially since you were willing to lay down your life and sacrifice yourself to save my son. You’re everything to me, cyar’ika.”

Din’s confession had hot tears welling in your eyes. You weren’t much of a crier but the fact that this man confessed his raw, unfiltered feelings to you had your head spinning.

He’d never been so vulnerable with anyone in his life, and truth be told, it scared the hell out of him. But, of all people, he knew that you were the one he’d want to be vulnerable with.

“Oh, Din.” You whisper to him before bringing him down to kiss you slowly once more. The kiss you two shared this time seemed to have much more meaning to it than the previous ones— not that they didn’t have meaning, but this one was like branding his confession to you.

His hand moved down to his erection as he broke his lips apart from yours, brown eyes searching yours for any sign that wanted him to stop. There clearly were none, so he took it upon himself to line himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing into you.

You gasped and shut your eyes tightly, the stinging sensation between your thighs all too present.

“Are you okay?” His voice is gentle as he cups your face, thumb caressing your cheek.

You nod reassuringly, “Keep going.”

And so he did, pushing himself into you slowly until he bottomed out. The stretch was something painful, but it was the kind of pain that kept you craving more.

His eyes met yours as he took in your expression, making sure you were okay. You felt so good wrapped around him that he nearly lost his mind. You were so intoxicating, and he wanted every ounce of you.

“Can I move?” He asked. Again, you nod your head.

He slowly moved his hips away from yours only to come right back, reaching the hilt every single time. His pace was gentle and slow, as if he were afraid if he moved any faster, he’d hurt you.

It was only then that you realized this wasn’t just a quick fuck— he was making love to you.

You wrapped your legs around his bare waist; arms around the back of his neck. You tangled your nimble fingers into his hair, tugging softly.

Your eyes sparkled for him and only him, and that made him a weak man—only for you.

Only for you would he ever take his helmet off comfortably for. Only for you would he want to be incredibly vulnerable with his emotions. Only for you would he ever want to touch like this; to make love like this. Only for you would he want to wed you and have you join his clan of two, officially making it three.

“Din,” Your whimper was soft, eyebrows threaded together as he picked up his pace ever so slightly.

He didn’t want to be rough with you. Not for tonight, at least. He wanted to genuinely show you how beautiful you were to him, and how he wanted to cherish you forever and many more lifetimes after this one.

He simply couldn’t deny the fact: he was in love with you. He hoped you felt the same way about him, too.

He gently took hold of your wrists and moved them above your head, his hands sliding into yours as he intertwined them and held them above you. He dipped his head down to kiss you as passionately as he could, keeping the steady pace of his hips.

It felt like hours that you two were moving like this, but in reality, it had to’ve been no more than ten minutes. He kept whispering sweet things against your lips that had you feeling like putty underneath his strong body. You were his, and he was yours, there was no question about it.

You felt the same hot coiling sensation deep in your core once more, burning slowly this time. You knew you’d reach your high eventually, but for now, you wanted to savor the feeling of Din’s body pressed against yours, slight sheen of sweat coating both of your bodies, connecting in the most intimate way.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that his pace picked up a little more, indicating he was searching for release. His movements had you a moaning mess beneath him, hips rolling to meet his movements. His hands moved from yours and cradled the back of your head, kissing you with such fervor.

“Please, cyar’ika– p-please, be mine. Be mine forever.” He begged you, the sureness and desperation in his voice enough to send you over the edge.

“Elek, Din, ratiin.” You moaned as you felt that same tight coil snap, pulsating around Din as your body shook with pure pleasure. He followed suit, groaning your name as he buried his face into your shoulder, his hips snapping against yours erratically as he spilled into you.

He slumped down, putting some weight on top of you as you both tried to catch your breaths. He slipped out of you after a couple of minutes, and you wanted to whine at the loss of contact. He felt so perfect being with you like that. It was like a missing piece to a puzzle.

He pulled you in closely, kissing the top of your head as you nuzzled comfortably into his chest. His messy hair clung to his sweat-ridden forehead, beautiful brown eyes glossed over with pure happiness.

This is everything he ever wanted, but never expected to get. Settling down in Nevarro with his son, and presumably the love of his life, was something that pulled on his heart strings. He was just so happy to finally live a peaceful life, especially one that involved you in it.

He’d found you fallen asleep in his arms after awhile as he traced light circles up and down your arm that rested on his chest, right where his beating heart was.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.” He confessed.

Had you been awake, you would’ve told him the same exact thing, reassuring him that what you two had was written in all the stars the galaxy held, and that he was your brown eyes—

for eternity.

Mando’a translations:

- mesh’la: beautiful

- cyar’ika: darling, beloved, sweetheart

- gedet’ye: please

- elek: yes

- ratiin: always

- ni kar'tayl gar darasuum: I love you