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dilf-din · 1 year

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Come to Bed (Din Djarin x reader)

WC: 1450

Rating: T

Warnings: kinda graphic descriptions of injuries?? wound care and mention of a needle, language, idiots in love who don’t know it, THERE’S ONLY ONE BED bc this takes place on the beloved Razor Crest (may she rest in peace) tons of fluff, enjoy besties!!

The sound of the ramp lowering jostled you out of your near sleep. You had curled up in the pilot’s seat wrapped in a blanket waiting for Din to return. The sun had sank long ago, meaning Grogu had been out like a light in his hammock for hours now. You lost track of time watching the stars creep across the sky wondering what pictures and stories this planet’s inhabitants had found in them, the myths they told to their children about the beings who made their home in the night sky.

You stretched your stiff legs and made your way down the ladder with the blanket over your shoulders to see if Din needed any help with his bounty. You turned to see him struggling up the ramp, blood trailing from both him and the body he had tied up. You dropped the blanket and ran to him.

“Get inside, I’ll take care of this,” you instructed.

“I can—“

“Get. In. Side.” you repeated with a glare.

Din limped into the cargo hold and let his weight drop onto a crate near the entrance. You grabbed the quarry and lifted it into the carbonite chamber with ease, shoving it in with your shoulder and turning the controls to freeze him. The body was much bigger than you, but adrenaline had taken over, you wanted to get to Din.

You rushed past him to grab the med kit and cauterizer, taking a deep breath to steady yourself before returning to his side.

“What happened?” you asked looking him over to find the source of the blood.

“Knives were his choice of weapon,” he said through gritted teeth.

His flight suit was in tatters on his abdomen revealing a series of smaller cuts and a lengthy one along his ribs. His right thigh was gushing blood from what appeared to be a deeper wound.

“Maker,” you almost whispered. Your hands went to his boots. “May I?”

He nodded and you made quick work of unbuckling his boots and shin guards and pulling them off his feet. You reached for what remained of his pants giving him the same look as before, asking his permission. He nodded, knowing he had no other choice. He lifted himself up for you to carefully shimmy them down his thighs and get a better look.

“How long ago did this happen?” you grimaced as you tried to clean the perimeter of the wound of any dirt and loose threads. You weren’t thinking about the fact that he was basically sitting in front of you in his underclothes, but he certainly was.

He swallowed thickly, “A couple hours at least.”

You stopped to look up at him, “You’ve been walking around like this for hours? You’ve probably lost so much blood,” you said with a fresh urgency.

“I wanted,” he groaned, “To get home to you. I had been away far too long as it was.”

He would choose now of all times to say something sentimental, but your hands and your mind were in autopilot as you prepared the bacta shot.

“Jare,” you cursed under your breath, no idea at the smile resting on his lips at hearing you speak his native tongue. His hand found your face and tilted your chin up to face him.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” you said taking advantage of him being distracted and injecting him with the bacta.

“Kriff,” he grunted as you pulled the needle out.

You reached for some gauze and clean bandages to wrap around the already healing wound. He breathed a sigh of relief as the cooling rush flowed through his body. You tightly wrapped his thigh, hands holding it gently. You rested your cheek against the inside of his knee and allowed yourself an exhale before rising to focus on his other cuts.

He wanted so badly to hold your head there, take off his gloves and run his fingers through your hair. You moved on from that moment much too quickly for his liking.

You sighed taking in the state of his shirt, “May I?”

“Have at it,” he replied with a smile still plastered to his face. This was one the rare moments he was thankful for his helmet.

You took the scissors for the guaze and cut his shirt from hem to neckline so you could open it up. He feared you would be able to see how fast his heart was beating from that close. You peeled it towards his shoulders and let it hang off his body so you could fully see the damage. You dabbed some bacta on the smaller cuts, tracing a finger over a nasty purple bruise that must have set in on his walk home. Maker, it’s like you were trying to kill him while patching him up.

You drew your attention to the last remaining gash. “I should be able to cauterize this one. It’ll be a nice scar to add to your collection.”

He huffed out a laugh and you smiled reaching for the cauterizer. “It shouldn’t hurt too much with the bacta setting in, but let me know if you need a break.”

“Go ahead, cyar’ika,” he said smoothly. You flashed your eyes to him at the nickname and flicked on the small tool. His hand found your shoulder and squeezed it at the initial touch. “Sorry,” he grunted out.”

“It’s okay Din, I know it hurts,” you said working as fast as you could. “There,” you said switching it back off and running a clean rag over the newly closed wound, “All done.”

“Shower, I’ll set some clean clothes out for you, then I want you to rest,” you said picking up scraps of bloodied fabric and gauze.

“Yes ma’am,” he said almost reverently. As much as he hated feeling weak, he loved being cared for. You tended to be fairly laid back, this commanding side of you only came out when shit hit the proverbial fan. “I like it when you’re bossy.”

You wound up what was left of his pants and whipped them at him, “Hurry up before I send you to your room,” you joked, heading to wash your hands and put the med kit back up.

Din showered quickly, scrubbing off days of blood and grime under the warm stream of water. The bacta was in full effect making his eyes and body feel heavy. He quickly dried and struggled to pull on the clean pants and shirt you had laid out for him. He tried to shake as much water from his hair as he could before putting his helmet back on and opening the ‘fresher door. He looked down to see you curled up in the same blanket as earlier, resting against the wall by the door.

You startled awake again hearing the door slide shut. He cocked his helmet to the side as if to ask what you were doing there. “I wanted to be here in case you fell or something,” you mumbled sleepily, hand over your mouth as a yawn came out.

“You look like you haven’t slept in days,” he remarked.

“I haven’t. It’s hard to sleep when you’re gone.”

His heart ached at your confession.

“I don’t sleep well when I’m away either,” he said softly, sinking on the ground next to you. “I like knowing you’re near. But it gives me a reason to come home.”

“You have to be alive to make it home,” you smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder. The warmth of the blanket and the smell of his soap lulling you to sleep once again. “Foolish man,” you murmured.

He chuckled and offered you a hand, “Come to bed, cyar’ika.”

“No no, you take the bed tonight,” you protested.

“I am,” he said slowly, “And you can too, if you’d like.”

You were too tired to think of the implications, what it would mean in the morning, you were just glad to have him home. He offered his hand again and you helped each other up shuffling into the small sleeping nook. He tried to stop himself from thinking about the way you folded into him, like the curve of his body had been hewn out just for you. All the rough and jagged pieces of him smoothed down to make space for your softness. He fought it for as long as he could, trying to memorize the pattern of your breaths, the small noise you made as you were getting comfortable, but the bacta mixed with the weight of his journey soon caused his eyes to drift shut. For the first time in many years, he slept soundly, and so did you.

Mando’a translations

Jare: someone taking a foolish risk

Cyar’ika: sweetheart

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bearsbeetsbeskar · 3 months

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Din Djarin cock worship drabble (din djarin x you)

pairing: din djarin x f!reader warnings: 18+ MDNI, explicit descriptions of smut, (assumed age gap maybe???), the armour stays on except for when din eats pussy (which is 24/7 in this universe), overstimulation wc: 1.4K a/n: hello lovelies, this is just a part of something that has been cooking in my brain for the last week. I was ignoring my schoolwork and other responsibilities as usual and rewatching mando, and just thinking about how that modulated rasp makes me melt, and how I would give anything to tie Din Djarin up and suck the soul out of him to hear those moans. that man deserves his cock to be worshipped, and I think about that on the daily tbh . this is unfinished but i hope to complete it this weekend!

Impenetrable beskar steel forged under sweltering heat that could rival Tattooine’s binary suns. Stealthy, calculated, choreographed skills of a warrior, so innate to his being, an exoskeleton similar to the armour he wore. An unshakeable creed that represented devotion, honour, humility, and strength.

Powerful, weathered strength. Strength that shouldered hundreds of bounties, countless days of survival in the harshest planets, and so many physical injuries he’s lost count at this point.

Din Djarin was a humble man. He never boasted his abilities or displayed a cocky nature. He had no reason to. Growing up in the covert, competing drills and sparring with other Mandalorians, he let his combat skills speak for himself as opposed to his words. Din would never deny his strength however. He knew he was strong, despite his age, and despite the aches and pains that permeated his body after each hunt. It was a quality that he could always pride himself on- at least that’s what he thought up until this point. Until he met you.

It turns out the stoic facade of strength that the hardened warrior so heavily relied on, crumbled the instant you could get your hands on him. Well, your hands and your mouth.

Nearly 3 months had passed since you joined the mandalorian And the child. Three months since you offered your skills to help him with his bounties and take care of the child when he was off on his hunts. 3 months since your relationship progressed from just ship mates and acquaintances coexisting in solitude and monosyllabic answers, to partners that shared each others bed every night. A cacophony of grunts and deep groans to catch your breathless whimpers and keening whines filling the hull of the razor crest.

You soon learned how much of a pleasure dom that mando was. Well, Din to you, now that he had entrusted you with his name. Once he learned what made you tick, what made you scream out his name as your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, he was fucking insatiable.

Most nights he wouldn’t fuck you until he made you cum on his tongue or his fingers at least twice. And even then you’d be a mess. Squirming and sobbing as you pushed his head off your dripping sensitive cunt. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, you could feel the heat rolling off his broad body as he caged you against the bed.

“It’s okay, you can take it cyar’ika,” he would coo at you as he fed his thick cock into your warm wet heat. “Need this tight pussy nice and wet before I stretch you out on my cock.”

You never lasted long, your orgasm crashing over you as you pulse around his length, writhing into the bed sheets.

He reveled in being able to take you apart. Pushing you to the limits of your pleasure that it almost became painful. He fed off of it.

It was rare however, that Din ever let you return the favor. Whenever you attempted to take him into your mouth, to show him your desire and appreciation, he would bat your hands away. Or he would only let you taste him for a minute or two before he’d manhandle you back onto the bed, legs spread by his massive palms, as he beheld you like a deity he wanted to worship over several lifetimes. His ferocity to have you usually outweighed his usual firm patience.

You doubted that you were bad at giving head or that he didn’t enjoy it. Din was vocal, that much you were surprised to learn. As vocal as that modulator in his helmet would allow. Nothing rivaled the groans and curses you were rewarded with as you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, eyes never straining from the T of his visor, taking him deep in your mouth, sucking on the head. You could only bask in the glow of his praise and delicious sounds for so long before Din became impatient and hauled you off his cock, the desire to be deep inside your warm wet heat his sole focus. “Need to have you now meshla,” he groaned, “can’t fucking wait any longer.”

Tonight would be different, you thought to yourself earlier that day as you watched Din stroll down the ramp of the Razorcrest, eager to begin his hunt for the next quarry. You had landed on Trandosha near dawn, and while the lush landscape of the planet appeared inviting Din had made it clear that you and the child couldn’t explore while he was gone.

“The quarry hasn’t exactly been covert about laying low, so it shouldn’t take long to track him down.” He explained as he restocked his munition and triple checked his weapons.

Something about the methodical, almost choreographed manner in the way he loaded the pulse rifle bullets in his bandolier, reloaded his blaster, secured his vibroblade on the inside of his boot made you ridiculously horny. Watching the weathered faded leather of his gloves, caress the barrel of the rifle, mold around the handle of the blaster, those same gloves that molded to the curves of your body. You felt your throat go dry as he kept talking.

“Are you listening cyar’ika?”

Two leather clad fingers settled underneath your chin, urging it upwards to meet his visor.

“Huh?”

His helmet tilted to the side ever so slightly as he appraised your glossed over gaze, not before letting out one of those deep sighs that you had come to know and love.

“No leaving the ship while I’m gone, under any circumstances. Got it?” The fingers under your chin shifted as his hand curled around the nape of your neck, thumb rubbing gently over your jaw.

“Trandosha may be a decent planet but Trandoshans are ruthless hunters, and they wouldn’t miss an opportunity to capture a sweet thing like you, or the child.”

The thought didn’t scare you. Having been around Trandoshans before, you knew they were cunning hunters, but the large reptilian species were slow on foot and clumsy with weaponry. They were nothing in comparison to Din’s prowess and perfected combat skills.

Humming in response, you walk your fingers up the cool beskar of his chest plate, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Good thing I am traveling with one of the most ruthless and equally feared bounty hunters in the galaxy hmm?”

Burying your fingers in the curls peeking out from underneath his helmet and tugging slightly, you reveled in the shaky exhale he let out.

He leaned down, resting the forehead of his helmet against yours. A quiet rumble leaving the depths of his broad chest.

“Ruthless huh?” His strong arms snake around your waist, pulling you flush against his broad body. You basked in the warmth emanating off his armour. While he appeared a mountain of metal, it sent a thrill through you upon feeling the humanity coursing through his body, the life exuding from underneath his beskar shell.

“Yes Din.” You replied with a smirk as you arched your back, smushing your breasts against the cool, hard angles of the chest plate.

“Ruthless in catching your bounties, ruthless in destroying your enemies,” you look up at him from under your lashes, “ruthless when you fuck my pussy and make me cum so many times I lost count.”

He lets out a noise, between a groan and a growl, as his hands slithered down to grip your ass, tightly cupping your ass cheeks, trying to pull you impossibly closer than you already were. It wasn’t enough to be pressed up against you, he needed to be inside you. That much was evident as you felt the hard outline of his cock, nudging against your lower belly.

“Damn fucking right I am. That tight little pussy is mine.”

It was your turn to shiver as your eyes fell shut and you bit your lip. Stars, the power that this man had over you. How he was able to make you fall apart with just his words, that filthy fucking mouth hidden underneath his unreadable halo of steel.

He leaned down till the helm of his helmet was beside your ear. “No leaving the ship,” he repeated in that delicious rasp. “I’ll be back soon okay?”

Little did Din know the surprise you had in store for him later.

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divinehedons · 10 months

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Drabbles??? Like Din eating you out all slow and savoring it, but still making you cum over and over till you're in tears begging for him to fuck you, but maker you just taste so God damn good

YESYESYESYESYES,, may i also add while i have your attention: unintentionally cocky!din djarin x frustrated reader? SO, i present to you:

a taste of paradise

nsfw under the cut, minors DO NOT interact or din will go pew pew!

he gets competitive sometimes, and you enjoy pointing it out at times. you've seen the way he encourages grogu, the way he chuckles, talking in a proud voice whenever the little child makes him proud. he has the same sound whenever you stood beside him, glorious and all his- entirely his.

such was the case of when he had brought you back to his small home, grogu fast asleep as he's pushing you into the nearest bed, helmet pushed off as he kisses you between your attempts to speak, to try and understand what's gotten into him. "din... din-" he shushes you, laying you down amongst the sheets as his gloved hands slowly pushed up your skirts. he looks at you, and you see that starving gaze in his eyes, the soft smirk on his face. he does not wait another moment, even despite your attempts to soothe him, as he sinks between your legs to take a long taste with his tongue.

"maker, riduur, what's gotten into you?" you whisper, and you feel him chuckle once more as his lips wrap around your aching clitoris and just sucking until you cry out in his arms.

when din djarin wants, he does not stop until he satisfies himself. so you allow him, thinking he just wants a quick rush of pleasure.

besides, you always surrender to him anyway.

"that's it, cya're, just give in to it," he whispers, using his gloved fingers to spread you wide open, where you're wet and baby pink, digging into you like you're the very sustenance from life itself. "always so good for me, isn't it?"

he keeps going until you feel your legs shake, whining for him as he only intensifies his minstrations, tongue slipping deep into your cunt, beginning to fuck you with it.

"din!"

"hold it for me, sweet girl, come on, you can do it. just a little more."

a little more, of course, meant hours of teasing you, fucking you with his tongue, his fingers, scratched up by his beard and nuzzled by his nose. no matter how much you beg, how much you try and whine and make all the sweet noises he enjoys.

and you just want to feel the sweet release of an orgasm your beloved dangles just out of your reach. he knows your body more than you could ever understand it, knows just enough to know what would and wouldn't make you tick, make you cum.

"din, maker, you're being so mean, please!" perhaps it was the frustration in your voice, but he stops, looks up at you, your slick coating his beard, his chin...

"oh, adi'ka-"

that is when he finally gives in to you, devouring you until you threw your head back, the riptide all-consuming and so intense, you would be lying if you didn't fade for a moment or so.

"that's it... such beauty, cyari'ka..." you slowly open your eyes to see him looking down at you, safe in his arms as he slowly moves you under the sheets with a chuckle. "you see why i sometimes enjoy pushing your buttons?" he murmurs, nuzzling your jaw with gentle kisses as you groan in his arms. "because when you let go like this... you are just so beautiful."

you smile up at him, cupping his face before you slowly lean up to kiss him lovingly. "do you have to be so mean about it, din?"

he hums, slowly helping you into his arms as you finally settle.

"you are my passion and weakness all in one," he whispers as you drift off to sleep, watching you with soft eyes and a thousand unsaid words. "and if it truly does bother you, i won't do it as much anymore."

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midnightdjarin · 17 days

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din having the time of his life teasing you because you get jealous (din djarin x female reader)

i’ve been thinking a LOT about the episode in s1 called “the prisoner” where din meets up with that group and it’s hinted at that he (most likely) had a romantic relationship with xi’an… like imagine if you were with him at that moment…

you’ve been super irritated and crabby ever since it let slip that din had a past with xi’an. it was ridiculous and you would NEVER admit it to din, but wow, were you jealous.

you were convinced that the ex-imperial sharpshooter, mayfield was his name, was trying to instigate a fight, because man was he not helping things.

the two of you were looking at din and xi’an from across the room. she decided that it was a good idea to get real close and touchy. when her hand landed on his chest plate, you thought were about to tussle with a stranger.

“you’re just gonna let them do that?”, is what came out of mayfields mouth.

you cut a nasty glance at him, “i don’t need you as an instigator, imp.”

he just laughed, amused at how riled up you are, “no need for the attitude, princess.”

you didn’t even look at him as you deadpanned, “i’ll kill you.”

you had just about enough of this situation when you heard xi’an laugh, so you got up and walked towards them.

“are we ready for the mission, or do i need to set up a dinner table and candles for the two of you?”

you regretted saying it almost immediately. the internal cringe you were experiencing was intense. you were so incredibly jealous.

everyone got on the ship except for you and din. he hasn’t said a word to you. he had just stared silently at his surroundings until the two of you were alone.

you awkwardly nodded and looked at the ground, “so, xi’an huh?”

you thought for sure that he would be angry or embarrassed at your little tantrum moment, seeing as how he still hasn’t said a word. after a few seconds you see- his shoulders shaking? is he- is he laughing?

your suspicions are confirmed as soon as his laugh can be audibly heard, and you were puzzled to say the least.

“are you seriously laughing?”

he puts his hands on his hips and levels his visor at you, nodding his head, “yes.”

you thought for second to perhaps throttle him, but he was needed for this mission after all.

you grew frustrated, “I’m so glad that you think this is funny, din.”

his hands didn’t leave his hips, “cyare, listen to yourself. are you serious?”

you look at him, no amusement in your expression whatsoever.

he sighs, “look, mesh’la, yes, we have a past together, but not a good one. she was not and never will be right for me. you are right for me. you. only you.”

it’s your turn to sigh, “i’m sorry-“

dins hand goes to your chin, “don’t apologize. you getting all jealous and worked up over her was very entertaining. i love that little scrunch that your nose gets-“

you slap his hand away and roll your eyes but he keeps talking, “every woman in this galaxy could be standing in front of me, and i would spot you first, cyare, every time.”

you put on a small smile, “because of my huge forehead?”

“the biggest and prettiest forehead in the galaxy, really.”

“very funny.”

he lets out a soft chuckle then puts a hand on your shoulder, “i will love you and your big forehead even through death. now, let’s get this mission over with, and try not to kill xi’an, no matter how tempting.”

you chuckle as well, “okay, just make sure not to kill mayfield. he did refer to me as a princess earlier-“

his head whips in your direction, and you put on an innocent smile, “what? are you jealous?”

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sweetercalypso · 3 months

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elaine! i am requesting a lil drabble 😘

🎬 - my favorite movie is pride and prejudice (the keira knightley version obvs) and I would love to see how our beloved DIN would fit into this universe 🌚

cw: mentions of drinking; the hand-flex moment is so Din-coded and I’m glad we’re finally talking about it!! (0.5k)

Spending your night in a dimly-lit cantina wasn’t something you’d planned, but the atmosphere of the Mos Eisley had been unexpectedly pleasant – much like the sight of the infamous steely-gazed bounty hunter sitting across the room.

His distinctive beskar had been the thing to catch your eye, his usual polished appearance now reflecting the tavern lights with an uncharacteristic ease. It was hard to tell if he was enjoying himself as much as the other patrons, but you thought you’d spotted his foot tapping along to the music once or twice in a moment of repose.

It was nearing midnight when the band finally abandoned the stage and the crowd began to grow restless, signaling to you that it was time to leave.

You’re halfway through the room when the Mandalorian in the corner rises from his seat to follow you outside.

Most would’ve dreaded his company, some might’ve even ran before he’d had the chance to slide out of his booth. But something about him put you at ease, even if others couldn’t see past his armor.

The night air was colder than expected, causing you to wrap your arms around yourself with a shudder. Just as you reach the top of the stairs, the clink of beskar echoes from behind you.

“Please, let me.”

His voice is deep, grainy from the modulator inside his helmet. When he speaks, his head dips in a slight bow, like he’s addressing a person of distinction. He holds his hand out to you, palm open for you to place your hand in his.

The small staircase leading down to the street seems much more treacherous with an evening’s worth of fruity drinks dulling your senses, and you silently thank your maker that someone had been there to steady your descent.

Din doesn’t say much as he leads you down the stairs. He takes slow, calculated steps that match your pace just right, standing by your side as you pause at the bottom, slipping your hand from his grasp.

His fingers curl in on themselves, chasing the fleeting spark of your embrace. Even separated by layers of beskar and thick leather gloves, he feels the need to touch you, to be as close as he can without breaking his creed.

The flex of his hand goes unnoticed, much to his relief. He tries to find something to say, something to keep you there with him, but you’re gone before he can string together anything worth your time.

You murmur a small “thank you” before turning in the direction of your hostel with a last glance over your shoulder at the odd bounty hunter at the bottom of the stairs, still standing in the same spot you’d left him in.

Din breaths a heavy sigh once you’re out of sight. He stretches his hands reflexively in his gloves and thinks about you at the cantina bar, wondering if he can delay his departure from Tatooine long enough to find you again.

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wakandas-vibranium · 11 months

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Planet Earth 2023 || Part Six

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, smutty smut, oral(m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, dirty talk, praise kink, creampie

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: Sorry for the delay! Please like, comment, and reblog!

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

The next day was pretty much the same. You played with Grogu while Din worked on his ship, made dinner, hung out until they went to bed. It was becoming your new normal and you loved it. You were starting to care deeply for the aliens.

You tried to go to bed when they conked out, but you couldn’t sleep. You laid wide awake in your bed, tossing and turning. Thunderclaps as lightning strikes your ears; the windows vibrated slightly as the rain pounded on the roof and pinged against the glass window panes. It was the perfect weather for sleeping, yet you were still wide awake. It was the perfect cuddling weather too, you thought, but Din was down the hall in the guest room with his son, probably sleeping.

You thought about your ex and how stupid he was to fumble you. You thought about Din and how you wanted to move some furniture around with him. Multiple times in a row. You sighed deeply, flipping back the covers and getting out of bed. You snagged your laptop off the dresser before heading into the living room.

It was perfectly normal for you to be awake at three in the morning playing video games. You adjusted the volume on your laptop, being careful not to wake Din and Grogu. Even if Grogu was the heaviest sleeper you had ever met.

You wandered over to the couch, settled yourself down, and tucked a leg under you before opening your laptop and playing your go-to game.

“What kind of storm is this?” Din asked, a hint of worry in his voice as he rounded the corner from the hall into the living room, “Should we be taking shelter?”

You jumped slightly at his voice. He must have heard you get up. He was such a silent walker. You contemplated putting a small bell on his helmet.

The corners of your eyes crinkled and your lips curved upwards as you giggled, “It’s just a regular thunderstorm, Din.”

“Well, I’ve never heard thunder this loud.”

“Florida gets a lot of loud thunderstorms in the summer.”

“I’m starting to think you’re the only good thing that comes from this planet.”

You let out a full blown laugh then and shrugged, “You get used to it.”

“I don’t think I ever will.” Din admitted, plopping down next to you on the couch.

"Is Grogu okay?" you asked, shifting your gaze away from the computer screen for a moment to glance at him.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “That little one can sleep through just about anything.”

When he noticed that you were no longer looking at him, he switched his attention to the laptop and watched you play a game for a few seconds before asking, "What is that?"

You told him, "It's a game called Tetris," before kissing your teeth in frustration since you had missed a perfect spot for the red block. "Wanna learn how to play?"

He gave you a little nod of his head and scooched closer to you, his arm brushing up against yours as he concentrated on the screen. "What do I have to do?" he asked.

“I have to warn you it can get pretty addicting.”

You briefed him on the rules, strategies, and tactics necessary to win the game. You assured him he would never be able to beat your high score. As you handed him the laptop, he huffed lightheartedly, almost laughed, and said, "Yeah, we'll see."

About fifteen minutes, or four rounds, later, he had the gist of it. He let out a string of karks when he was too slow to position a block, and you had to hide your smirk behind the palm of your hand. His helmet was on, so you couldn't tell if he was aware you were laughing at him.

When he cleared four lines back to back, you made yourself comfortable against his side, rested your head against his shoulder, yawned quietly, and eventually drifted off to sleep.

Your eyelids flitted open, and the bright glow of your computer screen caused you to squint. Din was engrossed in another game of Tetris, determined to beat your high score.

You checked the time on the screen. It was 6:24 am. You were asleep for about three hours. You wondered when you shifted from his shoulder to his lap and why he didn’t feel the need to move you off of him.

He was so immersed in the game that he didn't even feel you stir awake in his lap. "Dank farrik!" He tried to curse quietly as he missed the perfect space for a block. Your shoulders shook as you began to chuckle. When he felt movement, he finally took his attention away from the screen and peered down at you.

“Did I wake you?” His modulated voice whispered.

You half-shrugged and said, "Probably," before sitting up and searching the screen for his score. He wasn't even close to your high score, but he did close the gap significantly, "I told you that game was addicting."

“I should’ve believed you,” he said warmly. You could hear the smile in his voice.

The desire to see his face became stronger with each passing day. You were curious about what he looked like under the helmet. Your imagination no longer sufficed. Even if it was simple, you were curious about the hue of his hair. Were his eyes brown? You always melted for brown eyes. Did he have an impressive set of teeth that sparkled like pearls? What kind of facial hair did he have, or was his face clean-shaven? Because he was staying with you for about two weeks now, he most likely lacked a clean shave.

“Come on,” you called as you stood up, extended your hand for him to hold, and hauled him off the couch. He carefully placed the laptop on the coffee table, intertwining your fingers as he followed you through the house.

“Where are we going?” Din asked as you reached over to one of the entryway drawers and grabbed a dry towel before unlocking the front door and dragging him through it with you.

"I want to show you one of my favorite things to do in the morning," you explained as you finished drying the seat before sitting down on the porch swing, patting the space beside you with your free hand for him to sit. He sat down with you, his hand still clasped in yours. You two sat in a comfortable silence, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh, waiting for the sun to rise.

Birds began to trill as the sun started to rise slowly and warmed the morning sky. The gator pond transformed into a mirror of sunlight, reflecting the light pink and vibrant orange sky, and the night’s shadows disappeared. The bright ember of light bounced off his beskar helmet, revealing you both.

“It’s breathtaking, isn’t it?” you asked, beaming up at the beautiful sky.

You've been watching the sunrise since you were in elementary school. It was a cherished memory of yours. Something meaningful you and your father did every morning, and you wanted to share it with Din. He'd obviously seen a sunrise before, but he'd never seen how stunning the sun looked as it rose in a summer morning in Florida. It was mesmerizing.

“It is.” Din agreed, not taking his eyes off you for a second.

- - - - -

Din and Grogu joined you in preparing dinner that night. It went far better than you anticipated. You didn't like it when people were in the kitchen with you while you were cooking. They'd always just end up getting in the way. Din and Grogu, on the other hand, followed the directions well enough and contributed to a wonderful beef stew.

“I’ll put Grogu to bed so you can finish eating,” you whispered as you scooped the little one up into your arms. He’d been dozing off into his bowl for the last five minutes. He ate so much he probably put himself in a food coma.

You cleaned Grogu up, dressed him in the orange and blue pajamas you made for him, and tucked him into bed in the guest bedroom he shared with his dad. It didn’t take him long to fall back asleep.

You stopped inside your room to use the bathroom and wash your hands before returning to the front. Din had finished his dinner and was still seated at the dining room table, waiting for you to return.

“So…how do you have sex with all that beskar on?” you blurted once you were back in the dining room with Din.

Din flushed all the way down to his chest and you sank your teeth into your bottom lip, fighting back an evil grin. You secretly liked it when he removed his beskar armor so you could look at his neck. You dreamt of sucking a bruise into a particular delicious-looking area on the bottom right side of his thick neck.

He cleared the lump in his throat before answering, “I only have to keep the helmet on.”

"Hmm," you hummed curiously, taking another sip from your glass of Cabernet Sauvignon.

“Why do you ask?”

“I guess I’m just trying to piece together how you made Grogu,” you admitted, which was the truth, but obviously that wasn’t the only reason you were asking.

He explained to you that he didn't actually make Grogu himself and how he found the green little womp rat years ago while he was out collecting on a bounty. You were even more moved by the story now. You had a soft spot for found families.

You two moved to the living room and lounged around on the couch for another hour or so, chatting, before you decided to take a shower and then retire to bed. Din nodded and wished you a good night.

While you were doing your pre bedtime routine of brushing your teeth and washing your face, you decided to turn on the shower and let the water heat up.

Your curly hair was safe underneath the shower cap as you stood under the shower nozzle and let the steaming water pour over the top of your head and down your tight shoulders. As always, the water pressure felt fantastic as it pounded against your smooth skin.

You wiped the washcloth over your breasts and down your stomach gradually, sighing softly as you reminisced about your conversation with Din. He indicated he'd had sex numerous times and that every time, he kept his helmet on. You could work with that, but you still thought of ways he’d be able to fuck you without the helmet. You wanted to feel his lips brush against your soft skin. You wanted to know what his voice sounded like without the modulator.

You felt your clit throb, and you moaned lightly when the washcloth brushed over the sensitive bud. Before you had the chance of touching yourself even more, you rinsed yourself and twisted the handle off. You were going to use one of your toys that you kept hidden in your bedside drawer to get off tonight.

You wiped your palm across the foggy mirror and screeched at the top of your lungs as you laid eyes on a metal helmet right behind you.

“Holy shit, Din!” You yelped as you turned around and smacked his bare chest.

“Sorry,” he apologized, chuckling lightly.

“You scared the fuck outta me,” you said, laughing in between harsh breaths, “Why are you—” You came to a stop once you realized that Din was butt ass naked and his cock was standing at full attention. You bit back a moan at the sight of him. You wanted him carnally.

“You’re n-naked.” you breathed, pointing out the obvious as you took a cautious step towards him.

“Yes,” he said, taking a step towards you.

“Why?” you asked, taking another step towards him.

“I figured you’d want a demonstration on how us Mandalorians have sex.”

“You would be right.”

You had never got the chance to see him like this. Completely naked minus the helmet of course. Wow. Your imagination didn’t do Din any justice. His body was breathtaking, scars and all. You didn’t know where to put your hands first. Too many tasty options.

You drew closer to one another and wrapped your arms around his neck as he lifted you up and placed you on the top of the bathroom sink.

Din caressed your inner thighs with his large hands and you sighed deeply.

He brought his thick fingers against your lips, and you swiftly took them in your mouth and began vigorously sucking on them.

“Fuck— I’ve been wanting to do this for days now, Tulip.” he admitted, groaning as you took his fingers deeper into your mouth.

"Me too, Din," you moaned around his fingers.

As his free hand twisted and pulled at your nipple, you whimpered softly. He slipped his fingers out of your mouth and pressed them against your throbbing clit, massaging the sensitive bud hard and slow, making your body jerk slightly in anticipation. That tight coil inside of you slowly unraveled, signifying that your climax was approaching.

He ran his middle finger down your wet slit and slipped his finger inside of you, pressing hard and deep.

“Oh please,” you panted, eyes fluttering closed in sheer pleasure.

“Tell me mesh’la,” he purred against your ear, making you shiver, “What do you want?”

“Add another f-finger please,” you said.

He dipped another finger inside you, spreading his fingers out to stretch you even more.

“Yessss. Please don’t stop, Din. I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered.

Din angled his two fingers and drove them faster into you, curling them up when he got as deep as he could, driving you insane and making you shout his name over and over.

“Cum for me, Tulip.” He demanded.

And that’s just what you did.

Your mouth fell open and your thighs shook as you came on his thick fingers. Once you came down he titled his helmet up a bit and brought his fingers to his lips to suck at your juices.

“Mmhmm,” he moaned at the delicious taste, “I knew you’d taste this good.”

He pulled you off the sink and walked you backward into your bedroom. The backs of your knees hit the bed, and you plopped down on it, peering up at him as he stood before you, naked as the day he came and rock hard.

You reached out and wrapped your hand around his cock, drawing him closer. When his cock was right in front of your face, you kissed the tip before licking up the sides of his shaft.

You take the crown of his cock between your lips and he went rigid, letting out a slew of curses as his hands grab at your curls. You hum as you taste the precum, swirling your tongue around the head before taking him deeper into your mouth.

“Fuck—” he grunted lowly as you began to bob your head up and down while your hand stroked his shaft, “Your mouth feels so fucking good, pretty girl.”

You opened your jaw wider and took him down a few more inches so he could feel your throat swallowing around him.

"Ah fuck—cyar'ika," he panted harshly, "You have to stop or I’ll cum."

You moaned loudly, gazing up at Din through your eyelashes. Your eyes watered as you hollowed your cheeks, taking in as much of him as you could, gagging a little as the tip of his cock slipped down the back of your throat.

“Fuck!” He rasped, gently pushing your shoulders as he took a step back, his cock falling out of your mouth with a loud pop.

You couldn't help but giggle as he shook his head affectionately at you.

“Can you please take this off?" you asked, tapping your fingers against his helmet, "I want to be able to kiss you when you're inside me."

“Tulip, I can’t ta—” he started to say as he shook his head reluctantly but you cut him off.

“—Blind fold me," you said, reaching for the orange head scarf on your dresser before he could move his lips to say no.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I know I can’t see you, but I at least want to feel you.”

He took the scarf in his hands, folded it twice, and brought it up to your eyes. He wrapped it around your head and tied it behind your head in a perfect knot.

“Can you see anything?”

“No,” you whispered. You couldn’t see a damn thing.

“Jate,” he uttered. Earlier that week you learned that that meant good in Mando’a.

There was a brief moment of silence, followed by a tiny hiss of air and the dull thud of beskar hitting the tile floor.

Then next thing you knew a pair of mustache-tipped lips brushed against yours. You gasped against his lips before you blindly pulled him closer and kissed him back with all the passion you could muster. He groaned lowly and kissed you back with just as much zeal, cupping your cheeks to deepen the kiss. The small bottle of wine you two had shared over dinner left a smooth flavor on his soft lips.

“Lay back for me,” he said as he broke the kiss and pushed you gently onto your back. He made sure you were comfortable, moving a couple of pillows under your head before climbing on top of you and slotting himself between your spread legs. His cock brushed against your clit and an embarrassing noise slipped past your lips, but you were too turned on to give a damn.

He lined himself up with your entrance, dragging the tip of his cock up your wet slit and rubbing teasing circles into your clit, making you gasp and shudder underneath him in anticipation.

Din pushed inside, sliding in slowly until he was full seated inside of you. You let out a sharp breath as he split you open on his cock. You were full, almost overwhelming so. It’d been a while. Years.

“Fucking tight—Nghh,” Din hissed, pulling out a little and pushing back in, watching your pussy stretch around him. “You’re squeezing me, Tulip.”

“Please move, Din,” you moaned softly, reaching out blindly to find his chest. Once you did you ran his nipple between your thumb and pointer finger, tugging gently. He let out a groan and he leaned forward a bit to kiss that very hand that pinched his nipples.

At first, he moved slowly, rocking his hips as he adjusted to the vice-like grip you had on him. He was exceedingly responsive. That only made you wetter for him. You wished you could have seen the look on his face when he slid inside you for the first time.

He moved his hand that gripped your waist up to your breast, giving it a strong squeeze as he began to pick up the pace. You dropped your hand from his chest and squeezed your other breast, pinching your nipple the exact way you pinched his.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, Din,” you whined, choking on a sob as his hips slammed into yours, setting a relentless pace. Slap, slap, slap, slap.

As he leaned down to take your nipple into his mouth, he slid his hand back down to grip your waist, circling his tongue around the hard bud before gently tugging it between his teeth. You arched against the bed, crying out in pleasurable pain.

The inability to see heightened your hearing. You just moaned desperately for him, your head thrashing wildly against the pillows, listening to the filthy noises of him pounding your tight pussy and the deafening squelching of your juices as he drove into your g-spot. It took everything in your power not to scream at the top of your lungs. He felt so good. Too good, almost.

He caught your lips in a scorching kiss. You clasped his face in your hands and opened your mouth, licking into him, tongues swirling with each other.

“Goddamnit,” you whined against his lips as he began to circle his hips, your g spot singing as he kept hitting it over and over, “Fuck me just like that, Din.”

“Whatever you want, baby. Your pussy feels so good.”

“Fuuuck! I’m cu—” you cried out as your orgasm ripped through your belly, sending a wave of euphoria all over your spent body. You arched up into him, clamping down on his huge cock and trying so hard not to scream.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” Din growled as he fucked you through your orgasm, “Stars—you look so pretty when you’re cumming on my cock, Tulip.”

“Din,” you whimpered at the praise. All you could do was call out his name. “Din, Din, Din—“

“—Fuck— Nghh, m’gonna cum, baby,” he groaned loudly as he hammered into you, fucking the literal breath right out of your lungs.

“Shit—cum inside m-me, Din please,“ you begged, reaching between your bodies to rub tight circles into your swollen clit.

He sank his teeth into the spot where your neck met your shoulder, letting out a low guttural groan as he spilled inside you, grinding his hips into yours as he filled you up with his warm cum.

Your hand was trapped between the two of you, and with the pressure of his hips grinding into yours, you came again, clenching tighter around him and squeezing more cum out of his cock. Din whined loudly, slightly trembling as you wrapped your free arm across his sweat-glistening back, bringing him closer to your body. Nothing but sweat loomed between the two of you.

You couldn’t see a thing; your eyes were wet with hot tears of pleasure that soaked through the blindfold. Your mind had become mushy and fuzzy. A coherent thought was nowhere to be found.

You were both blissed out and shivering, the aftershocks flowing through both of you as you embraced each other tightly.

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firstofficerwiggles · 11 months

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I don’t know what it is but I am really in my feels about Din this week and I’m low key emotional about how much he would snuggle in bed 🥹

Like I just KNOW he would wrap himself around you as much had he physically could because it calms him and makes him simultaneously feel like he’s protecting you and makes him feel safe. I’m thinking full on something like full on arm over your waist and fingers intertwined, legs tangled together. This whole thing makes me just 😭🥺🥰

Yesssss, I agree so much with this. Din is so touch starved he would just love the chance to get to cuddle with you and when he finally feels comfortable he's 100% wrapped up in you as much as he can get. More fluffy thoughts on this under the cut...

I like to think it starts off slowly, like maybe when you're sitting next to him sometime. Perhaps there's not quite enough room, so you don't have a lot of choice except to sit close. Din realizes how much he enjoys the feeling of you pressed up against him, the feel of your body and its warmth. So, the next time he sits down next to you, he purposely sits close even though there's plenty of room. He starts letting his arm rest on the back of the seat, so it can brush your shoulders, not holding you exactly, but getting as close as he'll allow himself.

Later on, you're the one who becomes more bold. You're sitting next to him by a campfire. It's been a long day and you finally have time to relax. You let your hand wrap around his arm in the space between his armor. You joke to him that you'd like to rest your head on his shoulder but with his beskar it won't be very comfortable. Din responds by reaching up to remove his pauldron, a clear invitation. As you snuggle closer, you swear you can hear a contented sigh leave him.

Somewhere in your travels you encounter a room in an inn with only one bed (oh no!) and rather than let him sleep on the floor as he so generously offers, you insist that he join you. The room is pitch black so Din feels comfortable removing his armor, and as he crawls into bed with you he's determined to be respectful and not touch you. He's lying there, body held rigidly away from you, when you decide that simply won't do and cuddle up to his side, your hand resting on his chest. Din absolutely melts at that, and before you can say anything, he's wrapping his arms around you, pulling you to practically lie on top of him as he snuggles you close.

After that night, Din can't go back to the way things were. He has never slept better than he does when he gets to cuddle you. You never really talk about it, but whenever there's an opportunity to share a bed and cuddle, you both take it. Din also becomes more inclined to hug and touch you during the day when the opportunity presents. Small things that he never dared to do, like squeezing your arm to get your attention, or wrapping an arm around your waist as you walk through a crowd are now all permitted, and he never misses the chance to be close to you.

One night you're in bed with Din curled around you, and although you're starting to drift off to sleep, you can tell that he seems to be fighting to stay awake.

"Din, go to sleep, I know you're tired."

"Don't want to, cyar'ika, don't want to miss the best part of the day."

#the mandalorian #din djarin #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian drabble #din djarin drabble

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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okay din djarin request! what about din being reader’s first kiss? with shy-ish reader maybe? he acts tough but I just know he’s a huge softie for shy!r

Technically, it might be a little unfair to sneak up on Din after his shower. Your feet graze slowly, carefully, over dirt and rocks, planting themselves in areas that will cut up the soles of your shoes the least. Then they hit tile, and you know you're approaching the showers. It's hard navigating with your eyes closed, but you'd rather ram into a wall than compromise Din's way of life.

Fortunately for you, you don't ram into a wall. You hear the sound of water being rung from a cloth, then a dry towel grating through Din's hair. God, you wonder, what color is his hair? What does it look like? Is it long? Is it short? Is it-

"Y/N?" You hear, Din's voice much less tinny without the helmet on. It's still deep, rough, though, and it sends a shiver up your spine. You startle, and you nearly drop your hands from over your eyes, but you catch yourself.

"You can't be here," Din scolds, already scrambling for his helmet, "I- You can't see me, not like this."

"My eyes are covered," You promise, and you hear him still, then shift, probably turning to face you.

"Did you need something?" Din asks, slightly less tense this time. It's still there, and you wish you could see the accompanying look on his face. Is it stern? Is it curious? Is it pretty? You bet it's pretty.

"I.." Now that you're here, you don't know what to say. You take a deep breath, pressing your hands further over your eyes, "I like you, Din."

He's silent; deathly so.

"And- I think you like me, too," Now you're glad you can't see his face, and you try to hide more of yours like you'll simply disappear, "And if I'm right... I want you to kiss me."

There's more silence, and you blabber to fill it: "I've never been kissed before. And I want you to do it, I- I want you to be my first."

"But if you don't want to," You feel pathetic now, shoulders sagging, lips trembling ever so slightly, "I guess I'll-"

"Stop." You hear, Din's voice suddenly inches away from you. You gasp, and your breath holds stiff in your chest.

A hand slides over your own, gentle in pressure but rough in texture. Din's hand keeps your hands pressed to your eyes, and his other comes to ghost against the underside of your chin.

It's better than you could have ever imagined. He tilts your chin up, soft and sweet, and his lips press against you hesitantly. You've never seen Din as anything but confident and stony, now you're sure if you opened your eyes and tore your hands away from your face you'd see a loverboy staring back at you. His lips are soft, but there's a mustache prickling against your skin. His kiss is such a sweet juxtaposition from his sleek armor, the beskar plating that you've dozed off against countless times since meeting and travelling with the Mandalorian.

He barely puts pressure there, he gives you just a taste. All he does is lock your lips, and hold it there. It lets you soak him in, and you hope he can feel the giddy adoration that you're pumping into the embrace.

Then, just as gently as he'd kissed you, he breaks away.

Cold air rushes to hit your lips, a chilling contrast from Din's warm, soft ones. He's still lingering by your face, you feel his breath on your skin, but he lets his hand slowly fall away from your own.

"Don't open your eyes," He warns, voice impossibly soothing and husky, "I want you to put my helmet on."

"Okay," You stammer, pressing your hands more flush to your face as his footsteps recede. Then you hear the scrape of metal on stone, and he pulls at your hands with a bare one of his own.

"Keep your eyes closed," He reminds you, "You need both hands."

"Okay," You nod, letting him peel your hands away from your eyes, though you keep them squeezed tightly shut.

"Feel it?" He asks, slipping his helmet between your hands. You nod, fingers tracing the curves you've only explored with your eyes before now.

"Reach up," He tells you, pushing your elbow. You do as you're told, and he takes hold of your forearms to guide the helmet over his head.

Lowering it feels like hell. You feel like he's slipping away from you, like whatever connection you'd had will disappear with his lips. But his hands stay on your arms even after you secure the helmet on his head, and he takes your face in his hands.

Gently he thumbs at your eyelids, voice once more filtered through his helmet, "You can open your eyes now."

A familiar sleek design greets you when your eyes open, albeit a blurry one from how hard you'd been squeezing them shut. Your eyes linger on the horizontal stripe, where you know his eyes are beneath the helmet, wishing you could gaze into them and see his soul through them.

All you can do is lean forwards again, pressing a soft kiss to the cold beskar, where his cheek would be. He keeps his hands on your face, but he lets you pucker your lips against his helmet, and you hope that he's blushing beneath the metal armor.

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beskarandblasters · 5 months

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110 with din pls pls pls <3

Mari baby ily ily

“for your safety i’ll be gentle”

warnings: allusions to smut and rough sex

Din Djarin has never been gentle in his life.

Not until he met you.

Your soft and gentle nature is a stark contrast to his hardened exterior. It makes him wonder why you’re with someone like him, someone who’s rough around the edges.

The thought of being intimate with you scares him, for fear of hurting you by accident, by not being aware of his own strength.

It isn’t until he’s got you on your back, legs spread open as he’s about to enter you that he says, “For your safety I’ll be gentle.”

“My safety?” you giggle.

He’s thanking the Maker for his helmet right now or else you’d be able to see the scarlet red flush on his cheeks.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“…Who said I didn’t like a little pain?” you respond, your mouth shifting into a smirk.

Right then and there you unlocked something within him; the desire to just ravish you has been unleashed. That night, he barely let you out of his grasp, keeping you on your back as he railed you over and over again. Your knees could barely keep you upright as you walked to the refresher when he was finished.

“Was I too rough?” he asked, the concern returning in his voice.

“Too rough?” you chuckle, “Nah, go a little harder next time,” you say, finishing with a wink.

It’ll take him some getting used to but from that moment on Din learned how to be rough with his delicate girl.

#din djarin x reader #ask game #smut prompts #din djarin drabble #din djarin smut #din djarin fanfiction

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dilf-din · 1 year

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Things you said when we were drunk with Din x Reader

Meve your brain is massive

I give you: the smaller gathering Din saved his fancy champagne for

Warnings: none, allllllll fluff, so much fluff

WC: 475

The oddly shaped bottle of amber liquid Karga had gifted Din sat half empty between your outstretched legs. Grogu was long asleep, tucked into a bassinet next to Din’s bed. The two of you were slumped in the kitchen floor, candlelight dancing off of the steel appliances, falling flat on the adobe tile work of the floor. Din’s armor was caught in the same orange glow. Veins heavy with alcohol, hearts light from the feeling of winning a years long fight.

You were giggling at Din’s dramatic retelling of Moff Gideon disappearing behind a wall of flames. The part of the story where he almost died in the same fire irrelevant for the time being

He tipped his helmet back and took another swig of the unnamed liquid. It was certainly the fanciest thing either of you had ever drank. All sweetness and no burn going down. You didn’t think it was strong at all until you were both doubled over in laughter at absolutely nothing.

You clasped a hand to his knee and squeezed it. “Man, what a day. You killed your arch nemesis, adopted your son, and became a homeowner before the sun set. All you’ve got left is to get married and you’d complete your bingo card,” you laughed.

He set the bottle down between the two of you, head tilted back against a cabinet door. He turned just slightly so you could tell he was gazing at you from under his visor.

“We could get married. Right now,” he said smoothly.

You laughed again. “Yeah, okay.”

He didn’t waver. Not a single muscle moved.

“Din, you can’t be serious,” instantly sobering up.

He still said nothing.

“Din, are you serious?”

He gave a simple, “Yes.”

“Din,” you said softly, your heart tugging under the weight of this moment, “You’re drunk.”

“I am drunk, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

You were quiet for a long time. Sure, there had been moments you wondered if he could ever see a future with you. He had always steadfastly taken care of you, offering you the largest portion of food, offering you his bed, his blankets. When your boots or jacket wore through, he replaced them without being asked. He would just show up with a replacement in hand.

“You would really marry me?” you whispered.

“If you would have me,” he said softly, placing a gloved hand over yours.

A smile played on your lips, “Ask me again in the morning.”

“I’ll ask every day,” he said plainly drawing his other arm behind his head and crossing his ankles.

He was quiet for a long time.

“Are you going to sleep?”

“The sooner I go to sleep, the sooner I can ask again.”

You smacked his arm and laughed softly into the night.

“You’re an idiot, Din Djarin.”

#din djarin fluff #din djarin drabble #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #ask

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divinehedons · 11 months

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Hiii I just found you a couple days ago and I LOVE your stuff 😍😍😍

Could you maybe do Manda'lor Din where he sees you holding someone's newborn and it sparks that primal breeding kink? The getting home, he can't keep his hands or mouth off you ,kinda needs to mark you his, primal?

definitely not squealing, kickin', and grinning in bed right now don't look

thank you so much for requesting, one filthy mandal'or!din drabble coming right up below the cut!

you had always cared too much. even din knew it. when the two of you heard of a loyal servant's labour over breakfast, it was you who sprung to action, you who suggested visiting, "if you're not too busy, riduur..." it was you who paced back and forth as you waited for the healers to report, you who barged right in the moment you were allowed to.

what din did not expect, however, was walking in to see you cradle that small bundle in your arms, talking in the smallest voice— joyous, glorious, and brand new. you smiled even wider when the sweet little child blinks awake to watch you. what din did not expect was the flush of heat crawling up his neck beneath his helmet, tilting his head inquisitively at the way you acted. what din did not expect was how perfectly fitted you were for this. for such... domesticity.

was it some form of evolutionary wonder? some anomaly within him, some misdirection of the mind... something, anything, that would describe the ache in his loins, guiding his hands to the hem of your robes that evening. you were mildly drunk from celebration, he could tell by the fluidity in your limbs.

whatever it was... he knew that only you would absolve him. you and every inch of your willing body.

he undresses you as you drunkenly chuckle, tangling your fingers into his hair as you hum. "and who is this before me... the keeper of mandalore? the bounty hunter?" you look at him once and you smirk, making him feel all the more vulnerable and seen. "there it is... the changing of the guards."

he leans down to mark his lips against the crook of your neck, letting you lead him to bed while he slowly strips you naked. he reaches your stomach, weighs it with his hands, and chuckles at the thought of you waddling with his child in your womb.

he eventually answers you with his cock battering your walls, your face in his hands as he confesses. the way he begins to think he should start doing before his maker.

"they've all left." he bites your collar in a way that makes you almost scream. "the mandal'or and the bounty hunter, even the skeptic, cyar'e..." he grits his teeth, feeling his orgasm bubble and rage even stronger beneath his skin.

"they've laid down their arms and surrendered to you."

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Another child? [d. djarin]

word count: 1.1k (is this even a drabble??)

content/warnings: daughter & father relationship after a bit, mini Ahsoka mention (i had to), din being softer than usual bc grogu softened him up 😭, a sprinkle of angst. Italics means flashback, gif not mines, not proofread :)

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“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.” The Mandalorian said to his daily bounty. He’s a busy man and he needed those credits now that he has a small someone to take care of. This bounty though seemed…a bit younger than usual. “Seems fun” You said with all the calm in the world.

“You’ve got 10 seconds before I end this conversation.”

“You could try but I want to get this over with.”

Mando sighed as he gripped your arm harshly. “Let’s go kid. I’m not here to play games.” “Kid? I’ll have you know I’m a grown adult thank you very much,” You said with the best “adult” voice you’ve had. You’ve been on the run after your entire world fell apart. You learned to adapt to your surroundings and environment. It’s a cruel world, galaxy even, so you’ve learned to not be the child you actually are. Mando sighed again as he threw her in the ship. “Well, wow. This is a humble abode.”

“It’s not that impressive. It still works perfectly even though it's probably thousands of years old. Just sit down and be quiet, kid. I’m actually being generous.”

“That's probably the coolest thing you’ve said this entire time.”

Mando stayed silent as he punched in the locations. He had a sad and weird feeling that you were not the adult you say you are. He didn’t exactly want to bring you in, for someone else to potentially hurt you. The mandalorian spoke up, “Well, you don’t see many..smart..bounties, like you, kid. Most end up dying from stress.”

“D’aww you called me smart! I’m so honored” You said sarcastically. It's one of the only ways you have survived all these years, or at least how you survived for the little years you lived. “You must really like sarcasm huh?” “Oh I love sarcasm.”

The Mandalorian continued, “Now tell me…why were you taken in as a bounty? You don’t seem too much of a criminal.”

“Well….Since I was so depressed about…something personal that happened when I was younger, I kind of had a “villain arc” you could say but..I’ve changed. Still sad about it though.” You answered sadly while reminiscing about your past. It all felt like yesterday. “Someone..killed my mother. The only piece of family I’ve had.”

It was a normal day, you were around 8 when it happened. You and your mother were collecting your daily food at the market because everyone was fleeing for their lives. The empire was about to harm everyone and everything that comes in their way, and your planet blocked their view. Your mother on the other hand though, was as calm as you grew up to be. After that, both of you rush outside to see the sky reddened. Your mother crouched down to match the height of you.

“Dear, I love you. You know that right?” She smiled sadly. “I know, Mama.” You say somber, knowing what was about to come next. A bomb, not too far from you and your mother blew up on the ground. Everyone was panicking, trying to evacuate but you really didn’t care. All you cared about was your mother. “Baby, please. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself, find someone that’ll protect you, please be safe,” she said, tears glistening in her eyes. “I will, Mama, don’t worry. Maybe we can find eachother again!” A tear ran down your small cheek as your mother wiped it away. “I hope so.”

A sympathetic look crossed the Mandalorian’s face. Out of all people he definitely knew what it was like to lose a loved one. “I know how difficult that is. I lost mine when I was just a boy. Are you still struggling with your loss though?” Mando sounded softer than usual, he wasn’t as big and bad as he was when he first met her.

“I am…and I’m still so young. Everything happened so fast. I like to act older than I am because It makes me forget about the past. I am actually just a kid.” “I understand. Life can change on the whim of a moment. But, kid, don’t hide your inner child. The galaxy needs some more happiness in it.”

You nod as you stare at your hands, wishing you were stronger and that you were actually able to save your mother. You clench your hands in worry, and in anger. Mando notices this and felt bad for you. “Is..everything okay? Is there something you want to share with me?” “No….it’s alright. I’m alright,” you say sadly while playing with the small ring on your finger, the one your mother gave you. “Look, I’m sorry for your loss, kid. I know you’re trying to stay safe for your sake but holding in that pain isn’t the right answer.”

“I know it’s just…I’m not sure how to talk about my feelings really. I’ve been keeping it all in my entire life.” Mando had a small idea, (eureka /j), something that would protect this young one, and control her stress. “I know just the person to help you with that. A Jedi who guided me through struggles of my own loss. You should find her someday. She can help you kid, I know it.” “Yea…but I’m not Jedi material..plus I don’t want to be one. I think it’d just give me even more stress. They probably wouldn’t be able to handle my sarcasm either” You chuckled. “You’re stuck with me now anyway, Metal man.”

Mando sighed, “So be it.” You smiled a small grin. “So what can I call you anyway?”

“People call me Mando. It’s something I was sworn to be. I have dedicated my life to serve the clan of Mandalore.” “Woah! So your a Mandalorian? That’s so cool!” You said fairly quickly. “I’m just..alive, I guess. Sometimes I wish I was cool,” you sighed as you stared at your ring. “You are pretty cool, kid. Don’t let your past define who you are, you define that, and what future you will have. What will it be,” Mando said, actually curious.

You stayed silent as you thought to yourself. “Find someone who will protect you,” your mother had once told you. You are only 13 now, and have nowhere else to go anymore. You couldn’t survive on your own. The Mandalorian is the only one who could protect you now. “Could I maybe…stay here?”

Mando looked back at her in shock, why would she want to stay here? He thought but she was only a child, he couldn’t just abandon her. He had the same choice with Grogu and he’s like a son to him now. He patted her head, unsure of what to do. “Sure, kid. I promise I'll protect you. We’ll have other adventures also. How does that sound?”

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