#mando imagine

[archieimagines]

touching din | din djarin

Summary: The three times that Din bends his own rules and engages in physical touch. 

his primary love languages are acts of service and physical touch. i will die on this hill. i started this one just to indulge in the thoughts of touching his lovely face. it’s been in the works for a while and although i know it’s far from perfect, i’m glad that it finally gets to see the light of day! warnings: bad language, potential incoherence? idk i’m very tired but i hope you like it tags: plenty of fluff, plenty of indulgent, sfw touching, and then a good handful of angst. rollercoaster central. this takes place over a period of time, so part of it comes after finding out grogu’s name, which is why he’s referred to as many things! word count: 4650 written by: archie support me on ko-fi!

The travelling between planets would’ve been excruciating if not for your life partner and your adoptive child. The three of you made rather an unorthodox family. A runaway from Corellia, a Mandalorian and a… a sweet ball of green. An unorthodox family, indeed, but loving.

The Child chirped and bubbled away on your lap, apparently having a conversation with you while you sat in the pilot seat. You listened attentively, made agreeing noises at all the right moments, the lights of hyperspace travel filling the cabin with slow flashes. He really was so cute. You’d tell him it often, and you’d tell him that Din thought so too, even if he’d never say it. That much was obvious.

It was in the way he carried him, the way he protected him. The occasional pat to his head, or the quiet rub to his long ears as he slept. He wasn’t the type to openly say it, but it was clear, and that was what counted.

The Child reached out to the knob atop the gearstick, fingers wiggling.

“Baby, no. We have to always ask Din about the ship, hm?” You bounced him gently on your knee in an effort to ease the sad coos- but there was no need. A gloved hand reached around you, exposed fingertips closing on the ball. It was unscrewed and placed into the waiting green hands, content whirs and chatters soon filling the air.

The warmth in your chest grew into a smile as you dropped your head back, peering up at the helmeted man that stood just out of sight. “That’s a yes, then?”

A nod. “That’s a yes.”

“I didn’t hear you come up.”

He nudged his head to the Child, voice soft, “You were having an important conversation.”

And then he did what you loved.

He reached a slow hand out and stroked it over the top of your head, coming to a gentle hold at the nape of your neck, and leaned in. Your eyes fell closed as the cool beskar met between your brows, and you didn’t need to see him to know his eyes were closed too.

A beskar kiss.

You heard a soft sigh through his voice modulator. This was the way his people would show love. He made no move to break away, even from the awkward angle at which he leant. He savoured the moment, breathed with you, his thumb running back and forth over your skin. You weren’t sure if he could feel the goosebumps that his touch rose every time, his fingertips slipping into the lower roots of your hair.

He loved to touch you, you could tell. It wasn’t easy, and these moments were few and far between with his action-packed lifestyle, but the tenderness of these touches clearly meant so much to him. To you.

Without disturbing the occupied bundle on your lap, you reached for Din’s other hand. It hung by his side until you took it in your own, slowly raising it to place your kiss on the knuckles of his fingers. You kept it there a while, backs of his fingers to your lips, his helmet pressed to your forehead. The warmth of those digits filled a void left by the cold beskar. The warmth of human touch.

Long moments slipped by as you absorbed it until you became self-conscious. He hadn’t pulled away, but you weren’t even sure how he’d felt about it with his covered expression, so you let out a resigned sigh and lowered his hand.

But he surprised you.

His fingers opened up instead, laying delicately on the side of your jaw, his similar hold on the back of your neck still in place.

His thumb reached out to meet the corner of your lips, before tentatively, almost shyly, brushing over the centre of them.

He wanted more.

You were only too happy to oblige, lips raising into a delicate peak, placing a tender kiss to the pad of his thumb. Soon, he shifted, placing his index finger there instead. Then his middle. Each of his fingers tapped to your lips, and you made sure to place your affection on the tip of each one, giving in to the urge to smile.

He loved this.

You heard the tinned sound of a sigh before his fingers slipped away once again, soon followed by his reluctant leaning away.

He stood tall above where you sat, visor staying fixed on you. He was just looking. Just peaceful. You shone an easy smile, somehow both cosy and breathless from the moment.

His helmet turned towards the green being on your lap.

He blinked up at Din, and soon, a confused coo filled the cabin.

Din shrugged one shoulder. “You’ll get it when you’re older.” And with that, he settled back into the passenger seat, arms crossing over his chest. “Rest up,” he called, presumably to the pair of you. “We’ll touch down for fuel in six hours.”

Din’s bunk was the epitome of comfort. Cramped, yes. Warm, yes. Especially with two bodies. It’d easily become stuffy in there with the panel sealed while the pair of you shared his thin mattress, and you’d always wondered how he managed to keep his helmet on even in that environment. Or perhaps… He couldn’t feel the stuffiness because of the beskar. Or maybe… He was just always stuffy in there, used to closed air.

Your eyes raised from where you’d had them closed, cheek pressed to the chest of his flight suit to mimic sleep. Early mornings after a long, well-deserved sleep often came like this, and there was something so soul-healing about laying there to absorb his calm, peaceful presence before getting up for what would likely be another day of action.

Watching his visor for long moments, working out if he was still sleeping or looking back at you- it had become somewhat of a hobby. Sometimes, you had convinced yourself, if you looked hard enough, you could see the slightest shape beneath the vision slot of his helmet.

You weren’t sure if they were really there. But, in the dim light of the bunk, you could swear the bridge of his nose casted a shadow that caused a darker shadow inside the mask. His lashes were dark and long, and they fluttered slowly as his eyes closed in steady blinks, looking back at you with such leisure.

But then… Had you made that up?

You squinted, straining your eyes until you were sure— yes, you’d made it up. He was still sleeping.

But it didn’t hurt to imagine he had long lashes and a strong nose, perhaps even a strong brow to match. It didn’t hurt to imagine you could see the faintest outlines of the man you love.

Sated, you turned your cheek back to his chest, eyes falling closed to mimic his slumber. Or at least—

“Morning.”

— What you thought was slumber. 

His voice was groggy in the modulator; that intimate morning voice. Deeper, softer than usual.

It brought a smile to your lips. “Morning, my love. You were awake?”

“I have been for a while.” His arm tightened snug around your body in his hold, half atop his. “I like to watch you wake up.”

A soft laugh. “Not creepy, hm?”

“Not even a little bit.”

Silence lapsed with his low tone. All was quiet. Not the whirring of the ship, not the sounds of the forest he’d landed the Crest in the clearing of. Only the delicate air of his breathing inside his mask, catching in the voice modulator so quietly that ordinarily, you wouldn’t be able to hear it.

The thought stirred a deep intimacy in your chest. No one else would get to hear this. No one else would get to lay with him like this, press against his armour-free body like this. You splayed a hand over the cloth of his chest, toes wiggling from an uncontainable contentment with how your leg rested over his. Not an ounce of beskar between the two of you.

But yet… 

Gentle fingertips trailed upwards, over his upper chest, swirling delicate patterns in the creases of his fabric. Your eyes remained closed, focusing everything on him, the warmth that met your touch when you worked past the collar of the flight suit, meeting the skin of his neck.

It wasn’t the first time you’d touched him so. Of course, after this long together, you’d been intimate many a time-- You were both human, after all... But the helmet had always stayed on.

Your fingertips splayed over his throat, and it vibrated with his low hum.

It was no secret by now. He loved to be touched.

You could just imagine him there beneath the visor, eyes closed, brow relaxed. His face caught in a long moment of calm where it was often riddled with worry, or effort from the fighting. Bringing him such serenity like this was the least you could do for him, showing him that he’s loved. So, so loved.

Slowly, your touch crept just a little further up, seeking his jaw. But as your knuckles knocked the edge of his helmet, a gentle hand closed around your wrist in warning. He didn’t need to speak.

Your voice was the softest murmur. “I won’t take it off. Can I just- Feel you?”

He didn’t move, not for a while. You raised your eyes, peering up at him from where you were nestled in his chest, as if you could possibly read his facial expressions.

His hold eased, thumb lazily rubbing over your veins before letting go, and you found a buzz of warmth in your chest. He trusted you with his most precious boundary. Silently, you vowed to always protect that trust.

Delicate fingers worked upwards, feeling for hair from his chin. But, a soft gasp- There was no beard. The gentle prickle of cropped hairs caught your fingerprints as they swiped along his jaw, and you marvelled at it.

“You shave?” The words came out with a soft, amused breath of disbelief, eyes rounded in surprise. For some reason, it’d always made sense that he’d be bearded, long-haired. He had no reason to shave, knowing that no one would ever see, but now that you knew, it clicked.

Of course he’d shave. Din was a particularly thorough person, he was always driving himself forward to do a perfect job of his work: of course he’d take care of himself too.

“If it grows too long, it’s uncomfortable. Catches in the modulator.”

“Ah,” you hummed, brushing along the ridge of his jaw in the confined space. There was something about feeling his jaw move as he spoke, verifying that he really was human, really did have goings-on behind the mask that shielded him from the world. There wasn’t much room in there to move freely, only your fingers able to reach his face, but it was comfortable. You could feel the soft sway of his breath on your touch. “What colour is it?”

“Black. Brown, black.”

You hummed, eyes fixed on his visor lazily, though you weren’t really looking at him. You were visualising as you studied the contours of his lower face, mapping him out as best as you could in your mind, nails brushing through the stubble on his cheek. They trailed towards the corner of his lips, where you noticed the strands got longer. A moustache?

The smile that lifted your face was automatic, beaming at the realisation. You followed the direction of it, above his upper lip, soon finding a little sparse patch on his philtrum. Your eyes drifted closed, imagining the way it might feel to kiss him now that you knew this; how his facial hair would scratch your upper lip, your chin. Perhaps it would be almost sore on your skin if you kissed him long enough, hot enough--

His lips raised to press a real kiss to the centre of your fingers. Slow, shy, even a little clumsy.

A rich gasp pulled from your throat. It was electric to feel his lips on your skin, pressing the affection directly onto you, after these long years of going without.

You let your fingertips lower, finally feeling the shape of his lips, that subtle cupid’s bow as it raised into yet another peck, slow and tender against your touch. Your brows drew together, fighting the emotion that welled up in you, trying to make you cry. You weren’t all too sure why-- this was just- so much. It was so much, to feel him like this, to receive his first kisses like this. Something you’d never even imagined you could have.

“Don’t cry,” he murmured against your fingertips, tone almost a caress. His own fingers raised to brush at the corner of your eye. One must’ve slipped out.

You didn’t even know he was looking at you. Your lashes fluttered open, gaze meeting where you imagined his eyes would be. “I can’t help it,” you whispered. “You’re perfect.”

He’d lied to you. He’d massively, irrevocably, intentionally lied to you.

Your jaw ached from your grit teeth as you fought back angry fires in your heart, determined not to cry until you’d pulled your family safely off this forsaken, evil planet.

Din had been tasked with a mission of political undertones involving the spice market. He was masking as a bounty hunter to get information, so this time, the importance was in keeping the right people alive.

Of course, it didn’t work, and those people were now trying to kill you.

Your fingers trembled as you fought against the clock and the jolts of blasters firing at the ship to strap Grogu into his passenger seat. Your eyes were bleary, but you had to focus, secure him in safely. You wouldn’t take anyone’s safety for granted after this stupid stunt.

“Get her in the sky!” Din shouted up through the hatch, pushing his voice so loudly against the fighting and blasters below that it almost outgrew the modulator, his real voice peeking through. 

Grogu’s sweet eyes peered up at you, giving a questioning gurgle. The poor thing had no idea what was going on, was probably terrified by it all, and even your demeanour on top of it, but you didn’t have time to explain.

“We need to go!”

You buckled the baby in tightly and fought your emotions to ruffle a quick hand atop his head, hoping to soothe him even a small degree before falling into the pilot’s seat, specifically buckling yourself in, and jamming the engine on with jerky movements. 

The Crest resisted you, far too old and rickety by now to be good for quick getaways with a cold engine, but with some slow drags, turbulence from knocking through trees and extra laser blasts from below, she was finally in the air.

You heard the distinctive sound of fighting downstairs, someone being kicked off the ramp at an easy 400 feet altitude, and then the mechanical sound of the ship being closed off again. 

The ladder creaked with Din’s climbing, and you didn’t look back to him as he collapsed into the other passenger seat, not ready to talk to him yet. You were still seething, and wouldn’t engage with him until you’d pulled up safely out of the planet’s atmosphere.

Long moments of quiet dragged by. He knew you by now. He didn’t need to see more than the square set of your shoulders to know that he shouldn’t speak yet unless he wanted to upset you more. That, and you still didn’t look at him even as the minutes neared a full hour, focused on getting to the nearest hyperspace route.

He glanced to Grogu, who sat there blinking, clueless as he could be. He must’ve known something was going on, even if he didn’t know what exactly Din had done.

Din reached a gloved hand out, petting lightly on the green boy’s head. He still didn’t speak.

Eventually, your frustrated fires ebbed into a more containable state, you shifted the Crest into light speed, and unbuckled your belt with a heaved sigh. “Downstairs, Din.”

You stood, instructed Grogu not to touch a thing, headed down the hatch, and pointedly avoided looking at Din the whole time.

The body of the ship was chaos. Lazed burns in everything the three of you owned, strewn across the floor and torn from the struggle. Clearly, he’d really had to put up a fight. 

It was his own fault.

Boot on metal as he stepped onto the floor beside you. You finally looked at him.

You didn’t need to see his face to know he was exhausted. It was in the way he held himself, the way his arms just hung there by his sides, strong shoulders visibly slouched to the trained eye.

You reeled on him. “Why didn’t you let me in on it?”

Silence.

“Less of that, Din. Speak to me, I need to understand.”

There was a pause before his voice came. Firm, but gentle, as if pointedly trying to keep the peace. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Then make me understand.” You pulled an upturned crate closer and planted yourself on it, trying to keep the buzz in your veins under control, but your tone was clipped nonetheless as you gestured to a crate nearby. “Go ahead, let’s hear it.”

He sighed and tugged the crate over, perched on the corner of it opposite you. His knees were parted and elbows on his thighs, hands clasped together as he thought through his facts. The best way to make you see that he’d done the right thing.

“I couldn’t tell you my true location because if you knew, your presence would have soiled the plan.”

“So you’re telling me I’m a hindrance.”

“No.”

“That’s certainly what it sounds like-”

“It needed full discretion to work. I’d told them-”

“I can keep fucking secrets, Din.”

“I know you can.”

“So you lied? Told me you were on the other side of town? How was I supposed to get to you if something went wrong?”

He sighed, his head dropping forwards in exasperation. “I told you to stay on the ship.”

“That’s not always possible. You know it’s not! Hunters still have fobs fixed onto Grogu, Din, there’s no escaping that!”

“I couldn’t have you interrupting or we’d all be dead. I’d told them I was alone- no, look at me.”

Your jaw was aching from how you grit your teeth as you forced yourself to look up at that visor, the weight of frustrated tears brimming at your waterline. You gave a small nod.

“Listen,” he started. “I’d told them I came alone. If you’d known my location, you would have interrupted.”

“To save your skin? Yeah, I would.”

“Exactly. We’d both be dead, and the hunters would take the kid.”

“You think I can take care of him without you? We don’t stand a chance without you around, Din.”

He paused. Quiet lapsed, and you had no idea what he was thinking. Sometimes, he really gave nothing away, and it was infuriating. He didn’t let you in. He would rarely open up to you about what was going on inside that beskar that hid everything from you. Everything.

Sometimes, you were sure you didn’t even know the man you were committed to. He held so much of the power in this setup. He knew everything about you, everything was done by his thinking, and yet he didn’t need to disclose much at all. He’d keep you in the dark about everything.

What he was feeling, what he was thinking… Hell, even when he smiled at you he kept it to himself. You’d grown to handle those, but this, actively lying to you. As if you couldn’t follow instructions. As if you couldn’t be trusted.

You sighed as the drops in your eyes welled up enough to fall over your cheeks. You pulled yourself off the crate and approached the ladder to the cabin, calling over your shoulder. “Go clean up or something,” you sniffled, “I need a minute away from you.”

The clang of footsteps behind you, a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Hey. Look at me.”

“I can’t, Din.”

“Why not?”

Such a simple question, such an impossible answer. You closed your eyes, struggling to pick out words that might illustrate what’s going on inside. The ache that sank your chest, that made your throat feel heavy with uncried frustrations. None of this was okay. Perhaps after you’d cooled down, you’d be able to see that mask as anything other than a barrier between you, that keeps him safe from your eyes. But for now, you couldn’t bare it. You scrambled to express it, but all you could let out was a strained “It hurts.”

Another moment of silence. Then, carefully, “What hurts?”

Clearly, he didn’t mean for his words to bring on the tidal wave of emotions and thoughts that you’d been keeping at bay.

“This, Din. All of this! Living in a ship, wondering if I’m gonna make it back in every time I step out of it, and not even being in on missions that risk your life! It’s like you’re cut off from me. Like we just live in the same space and I’m just there to entertain you. But it’s- it’s-!” You heaved a sigh, head buzzing with the force of the thoughts that were spilling out. They were so honest and raw from brewing for far too long. They must’ve been sharp as they came out, they must’ve hit him like a ton of bricks.

But of course, that damned beskar hid everything.

“It’s hard to be with a man who doesn’t trust me.”

For once, his voice rose. “I trust you more than anyone in the gal-!”

“You almost died because you didn’t trust me enough to let me in! You’d rather die than trust me!”

“That’s not how I-”

“That’s what your actions are telling me, Din. They always do. You never tell me what you’re thinking. I have to guess, but I can’t even read your fucking face. I live my life in question marks because you don’t even give me the option to-”

“You know I can’t show you my face.”

A deep breath left you, shaky and tired. So much pressure had alleviated in your head, like you’d finally emptied the contents of your mind onto a platter before him. And now that you could see it too, heard what you’d said, you felt almost ashamed for it.

Criticising the beskar was too far. That was his way of life, and had nothing to do with how he felt towards you. For sure, it was frustrating sometimes for you didn’t even know what your life partner looked like, but his culture was part of him. And you loved him.

“I know. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-- What are you doing?”

He reached by you to snatch some fabric from a nook, and he folded it into a long strip without so much as a word.

“I’m- I’m trying to apologise-”

“You don’t have to. How can you trust a man you can’t see, right? We’ve been together so long, and you still don’t know who I am.”

You were stunned beneath the guilt that crashed over you. He took your words in so deeply, and fed them back to you plainly. You could see how you must’ve hurt him, with sentiments like this.

Your eyes welled with tears again. Whatever had come over you had clearly wanted to hurt him, but that wasn’t you. Your thoughts were too chaotic to pinpoint, swarmed with hurt and pain that was only now built on by the fact that you’d treated him so terribly. You’d sworn to him long ago that you accepted his Mandalorian binds, loved them even, but you’d let them get in the way with one incident.

“Don’t cry,” he spoke, modulated voice gentle. “I’m- I’m understanding you.” A calloused thumb brushed along your outer lashes to pause any tears that wanted to fall. “Let me help.”

And there was darkness.

He tied his makeshift blindfold behind your head in a loose knot, keeping your eyes in darkness. “Din? What is this?”

He kept quiet, and you heard shifting, something being placed aside.

“Why do you never-”

You cut yourself off when his hands took your wrists and lifted them gently, until your palms splayed on his stubbled cheeks. He gave a long sigh, and you imagined he’d closed his eyes.

Your heart jolted. He was here before you, bare, no helmet. When he spoke, his voice rang out clear and pure, the true timbre of his voice without modulation.

“I said, I trust you more than anyone in the galaxy.” His face moved with his words beneath your touch. “I’d move planets for you.”

He left you breathless. You dove at the chance, fingers tracing over his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose. It stood high and strong, just like you’d always imagined.

“This… This isn’t risky? I didn’t mean to offen-”

“You didn’t offend me. I know it’s hard, I feel it too.” He guided your hands to his lips, and he placed gentle kisses to your fingers.

The lump in your throat welled up again, your nose stinging from the tears that you tried to hold back. The thought of him struggling with his culture simply because he wanted to be close to you. “You do?”

“You know how many times I wanted to take it off? This seems… This is the best way. I’m not breaking any rules.”

You gave a watery, sniffly laugh. “This is the way?”

A hum of humour. “This is the way.”

You let your touch wander over his face, mapping it as well as you could. The curve of his eyelids, the strength of his browbone. He breathed softly, and you could feel the air on your palms as it pushed through.

You wove your fingertips into his hairline, pushing his locks back and bunching them up in your grasp behind his head. It was surprisingly long with unruly waves, and so, so soft.

He leaned in with a sigh until his forehead met yours, hands falling to their home on your waist.

And before you knew it, his lips were on yours. His warm, sweet lips fit perfectly against yours, and your head spun. It was so much, feeling him so close after nearly losing him, arguing with him, and your first kiss in the long years of being his. The first actual kiss.

He was unsure and clumsy in his affection, a little hesitant.

Clearly, this was his first one ever.

You let a hand trail to his jaw, guiding with a gentle touch. He soon settled in, became more confident in his kiss, even if it was still clumsy.

And it was perfect. The determined nibbles to your lips, the soft scratch of his moustache on your upper lip, the way he tugged you closer even as you were pressed against the ladder.

When it finally slowed to a stop, he murmured softly, so much closer than he’d ever been. The sound reached deep inside your mind to soothe your soul and make you crave more of his kiss. “I won’t ever treat you like that again. I’ll give you full disclosure of my missions, every single one. Alright?”

“Alright,” you agreed, breathless and flustered, “On one condition.”

“Hm?” He was clearly lost in this touch, so starved for so long, and it showed in his voice. He was utterly entranced with this new feeling, someone else’s fingers on his skin, words the last thing on his mind.

“We do this more often.”

A low laugh rumbled in his chest, nose nudging on the tip of yours. “Deal.”

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[absurdthirst]

Unexpectedly Mated {Alpha!Mando x F!Omega!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: Alpha/Omega dynamics, heats, denying biological needs, religious creeds, removing your helmet, jealousy, territorial aggression, fingering, first kisses, vaginal sex, rough sex, knotting, mates, marking

Comments: Forbidden to remove your helmet by Creed, Mandalorians deny their basic biological needs as Alphas and Omegas. The helmet blocks the scant of their true mate. Until an open air vent leads Mando to discover that you are his omega.

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“You must never remove your helmet.” The creed and these words drilled into you at a young age and you have never forgotten, would never be allowed to forget. The creed comes before all else. The covert comes before the individual. In a galaxy full of alphas, omegas, and betas…Mandalorians stood alone. Defying their biological status to better the covert, to keep the numbers up. You wear the helmet to not only protect your face but to keep you from recognizing your mate. The scent recognition of a mate is instant so the Mandalorian solution is to wear helmets with filters so that one can breed with anyone they prefer. Their minds are clouded with scent so the desire is the driving factor. The younglings are raised by the covert as a unit so the aim is to repopulate Mandalore. You suppress your omega urges with supplements and you’ve yet to breed. Too busy with bounty hunting alongside a certain Din Djarin. You’re drawn to him, that’s for sure, but you’ve never bred with him. He’s not interested in a family, in an ad. He wants credits. He wants to protect the foundling under his care and you’ve gone along for the ride.

“Din.” Your modulated voice calls out to him as he strides ahead of you after you reunited the frog woman with her husband. “The kid needs to eat.” You tell him, knowing you need to find the nearest cantina.

The sigh Din gives you is one of frustration and resignation. He likes the kid, he’s risked a lot to protect him, even his covert. The sins he has committed weigh heavily on his shoulders and he nods. “Come on.” He grumbles to the little one. “I know you’re hungry, we’ll get you something to eat.” Hopefully the Crest will be fixed soon. Unable to take off his helmet unless he is in his bunk is starting to frustrate him, the hermetically sealed space is starting to feel stale with the cycled air and he longs for a single breath of fresh air. He had also hoped to slip away for a moment, needing to find a medical facility to replace his implant. It had been damaged from his fight with Moff Gideon and he’s not had time to have it seen to. While he doesn’t visit a brothel or find a sexual partner often, he can feel the need to rut building up in his system. The alpha side he tries to suppress starts to bleed through his normally calm demeanor. 

You sit with the kid in the cantina, snorting when Din saves him from his own lunch and you glance around at the sailors. They mention Mandalorians and you are surprised to hear of your kind here, especially since Din wants to find them so he can help the kid return to his own planet. “Before we head off, maybe we can freshen up. I need to use the fresher and I’m sure you also want some time out of beskar.”

He groans at the idea of time outside the suit. Letting his skin breath and maybe he can work in a quick tug on his cock while he’s in the ‘fresher. “We’ll have to get rooms.” He reminds you, his head tilting towards yours. “Do you want to do that?”

You nod, “that sounds like a plan. I’m sure this one needs a nap after everything.” You say, reaching out to caress the kid’s ear. He coos at you and finishes his broth with a loud slurp. “Let’s find somewhere.” You say and throw some credits down for the broth. Din nods and you’re soon following him into the inn nearby. You are eager for a shower and some time out of the heavy beskar. Despite wearing it since you were a kid, you have always been weighed down by it. Din gets two rooms and you nod at him when he carries the now sleeping child into the room.

The child’s eyes never open, making Din chuckle quietly as he closes the pod and sets it in the corner of the room. Looking around to make sure the windows are covered before he reaches up and unlatches the edge of his helmet and groans quietly when he pulls it off his head. His hair is sweaty, but immediately the scent of the outside world is much more vivid. Making him inhale deeply and growl quietly at how good it all smells. Being an alpha as a Mandalorian was tricky, his own scent blocked by the helmet, but others could smell him. Making things difficult for him at times, especially when he cannot even walk around his own ship with his helmet unsealed because you are with him. Now, he sits on the edge of the bed, with his eyes closed and breathes deep, unaware that the vent between your two rooms has not been closed. 

You hum as you tilt your head under the water. An actual shower instead of the ‘fresher on the ship is a welcome surprise. You don’t realize the vent in your room is open so Din can smell you as your omega scent wafts through the room, warmed up from the shower and the water flowing onto your face blocks you from smelling Din.

It’s subtle at first. A teasing waft that caresses his nose and makes his cock twitch. The beautiful, heady scent of an omega. Making him groan quietly until the next wave hits him. His omega. The scent overwhelms him and he’s immediately hard, aching and desperate to claim the omega who is meant to be his mate. His mate. His eyes widen when he sees the vent opened, called to it as he follows the scent. It’s the vent that connects your room to his. You’re his mate.

You can feel a tugging in your stomach when you step out of the shower and you frown, wondering if you’re going to go into heat soon. You’ll need to get some more suppressants since you don’t have the time to spend days nesting while you are with Din. He doesn’t want you to be a needy omega holding him back from his quest. You dry off, shutting the door to the bathroom behind you and you lay down on the bed, unable to stop your hand from snaking down to rub your clit, a whimper escaping your lips.

Din snaps the vent closed. Hand curling into a fist as he pants against the shared wall. You’re his mate, his omega. His mind whirls as he tries to reconcile that new information with the stalwart and steady Mandalorian he has been bounty hunting with. He won’t deny that he wondered about fucking you before, it’s only natural that he would given how close you had been. His cock throbs as he imagines you in your armor, slowly stripping it off and walking around your room nude. Building a nest and begging him to join you. “Fuck.” He hisses.

You fall asleep naked on the bed after making yourself cum, relieving the ache in your stomach, enjoying being out of your beskar. You sleep until there’s a knock on the door and you groan, waking up and immediately grabbing your helmet to slide it onto your head. “It’s time to go.” Din says and you call out, “no problem. I’ll get ready and be right out.”

You redress in your beskar, your stomach still aching but you decide you’ll seek out some suppressants later. Opening the door, you find Din standing there with the kid. “Morning buddy.” You coo to the child and look up at Din who looks tense. “Everything okay?” You ask him, tilting your helmet. 

You know that Din can be all business but there’s something off about him. You ignore it and follow Din down the hall to find the sailors who are granting you passage on their boat to find the Mandalorians that are apparently on the planet. Later on, you admire the water as the raft moves along, glancing at Din who is stiff, well, stiffer than normal. “Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask softly, the sailors moving around behind you.

“Let me go!” You growl in anger, swinging your arm to fling a sailor into the water. Using your strength to try and untangle yourself from the ropes when Din and the child are in danger and that’s when they appear: the Mandalorians.

The redhead who introduced herself as Bo Katan shakes her head. “I’ve heard of your sect of the religion but Maker…I didn’t know how far it went in controlling its followers. On Mandalore, we wish for alphas and omegas to find their mate, it makes for stronger bonds, stronger families. We don’t - that is not something we dictate.” You swallow harshly as her words, feeling a tugging in your stomach that makes you want to lean towards Din but you push that aside. “You can remove your helmet and you would not be dar'manda.” Bo Katan explains and you’re so tempted.

Din stands up, angry at them for tempting him, tempting you. He shakes his head. “You are not mandalorian.” He growls, reaching down and takes your arm to pull you to your feet. “We are leaving.” He tells you, turning and striding away from the group angrily. 

You let Din guide you out of the cantina and you sigh, “Din. Slow down. Maybe…maybe they are telling the truth. As Mandalorians, we are denying our biological need. We are denying nature itself. Why? What- what good is it?” You ask him, the child in the pouch nestled against his hip.

“What good is it?” Din stops and spins around, crowding you slightly and even though you cannot smell it, pheromones pour off of him in heavy waves. All this talk of mates and finding out you are his has him desperate to claim you. To take what is his. “The Creed. That is what good it is. Our secrecy is our survival. We. Do. Not. Remove. Our. Helmets.” 

You shake your helmet, stumbling back away from him. “I do not want to breed with whomever the armorer tells me to. I want to find my mate. I want to feel complete.” You yell, quickly flicking the lock to your helmet and you waste no time lifting it off of your head in public for the first time since you were twelve. It hits you immediately. His scent. He’s an alpha. Your alpha. “You- oh Maker. Alpha.” You address him, your stomach twisting with sudden need for him.

Din hisses, his body jerking at the tone of your voice, the submissive nature of it. Calling to him. His hands curl into fists and he moves, shielding you from any eyes that could possibly see your face. “Put your helmet on.” He demands roughly, knowing that he cannot do this right now. He cannot have this conversation with you in the middle of a spaceport. 

Your lower lip trembles, feeling the rejection, and you shove your helmet back on your head, flicking the lock and his scent is replaced with fresh air through the filter. “Clearly you do not wish to have me as your omega so I am going to go back to the cantina. Perhaps another alpha can help with my heat.” You didn’t get a chance to pick up suppressants and the scent of your alpha has your stomach twisting with the sudden heat, the urge to mate and be claimed by him has you sweating already. You need to be touched and as much as you wish for it to be him, it’s obvious that he doesn’t want that. You spin on your heel before he can answer to make your way back into the cantina.

Growling, Din watches you walk off. Sighing when he knows he cannot follow you. The child is still beside him, looking up and cooing at him as if to tell him that he had fucked up. “Come on kid.” He grunts, turning and walking away from you even though his entire body is screaming to follow you. “I need to find someone to watch you.” He knows he cannot have a conversation with you around the kid, around anyone. He needs to find another room, then he will bring you back for a talk. 

You want to take off your helmet and down a spotchka or five, but Din’s command to not remove your helmet is ringing in your ears. You sit at the bar when you feel a presence next to you. “What’s a Mandalorian omega doing all alone?” He asks and you snort, “I haven’t got an alpha.” You state despite your chest aching, knowing you have an alpha but he doesn’t want you. On your walk to the cantina, you realized that Din didn’t question being your alpha. Which means he must’ve taken his helmet off at some point and found out. You wonder how long he’s known. Why he had kept it from you. “That’s good news for me, sweetheart. I’ve never been with a Mandalorian before and it smells like you might be needing an alpha at any moment.” He says, leaning closer and your stomach pangs with the beginning of a heat. 

“I- I ran out of suppressants.” You confess, turning towards him despite everything in you wanting to run to find Din.

The Frog Lady had agreed to watch the baby, leaving Din to go back to the little inn where you had stayed last night and get another room. He knows that he owes you a conversation, a real conversation and he cannot do that in public. Once he has the key, Din tucks it into his belt and sets off for the cantina. He knows you are angry at him, hurt. He wants to give you time to cool down for a moment, to think rationally again. To remember your creed so both of you can agree that nothing will happen until you can find the armorer again and speak with her. Striding confidently towards the seedy little bar, he is sure that it would work. 

You giggle when the alpha leans in, telling you a joke about Jawas and you are distracted for a moment from talking about your heat. He offers to buy you a drink but you decline, not wanting to take your helmet off, but it’s nice to talk to someone without them just giving you a grunt as an answer. You unconsciously lean closer to the alpha, your body heated as your biological need threatens to overwhelm you.

Walking into the bar, Din unlocks his helmet, unsealing it so he can smell you. Attraction and arousal, pouring from you and he follows the scent. Finding you sitting at the bar, another alpha leaning in, obviously interested in touching you, fucking you. The need to protect you roars to life in his chest and his alpha nature  rips through his self control. Moving quickly to you, barely resisting the urge to pull his blaster on the cocksure alpha who is grinning at his mate. “Get the fuck away from her.” He growls, shoving between the two of you and puffing up his chest, towering over the other man and trying to be as intimidating as possible.

You gasp at Din’s sudden appearance and you stand up from your stool. “Alpha.” You place your hand on Din’s chest plate to keep him back from the other alpha. 

“Hey buddy. Me and this omega were talking.” The alpha says and you wince under your helmet, knowing that he needs to shut up before he gets a blaster in the face. 

“Din, just leave him.” You huff, pissed that he is dictating what you can and can’t do.

“My omega.” Din growls, his hand inches away from his blaster and he stares hard at the man from behind his visor. “Move away.” He warns but the man scoffs and doesn’t look impressed. 

“She doesn’t seem taken. She seems like she’s real interested in getting to know me. ‘Bout to go into heat, needs an alpha buried in her cunt, knotting her.”

His words make you wince as you know Din, any alpha, wouldn’t allow them to speak about their omega that way. “It’s obvious you haven’t claimed her. What’s wrong, Mando? Not got the balls to do what needs to be done. She doesn’t smell like you. She smells wet. She smells ready for a cock. Clearly you aren’t enough for her. She wants to get fucked.” The alpha smirks, pushing Din’s buttons even more.

Din’s hand shoots out, wrapping it around the other alpha’s throat and squeezing harshly. Enjoying the way his pheromones immediately turned to ones of distress and his eyes bulge while his blue skin turns purple as the airways are cut off by the pressure of Din’s hand. “My omega.” Din rasps out, voice dangerously low and threatening. “Mine. Not yours. Mine.” The urge to kill him is clouding his thoughts, to demonstrate that you are his. That he would protect you.

“Alpha. Alpha. Don’t. He’s not worth it. I’m yours. I’m yours.” You promise Din, knowing that fact deep within your bones but you’re still furious with him. You place your hands on his chest plate, your helmet tilted towards his, “please. Just take me back to the inn. Don’t do this.”

Slowly, Din relaxes his fingers and lets go. Getting immense satisfaction when the other alpha gasps for air and immediately grabs his throat. He grabs your hands and ducks his shoulder down, hauling you over his shoulder like he would a bounty. Ignoring your shrieks as he storms out of the cantina with you.

You are shocked that Din is carrying you back to the inn and, you can admit to yourself, turned on by the primal display. "Din. Put me down!" You demand but he ignores you until he's in front of the room he had gotten for you. Finally putting you down. "I can't believe you did that." You shake your helmet and he opens the door.

 "Inside." He demands and you obey him immediately, stepping into the room. Din steps into the room, letting the door close and locking it behind him. “You were going to let him touch you?” He demands, pissed off that you were searching for someone, despite the fact that he had not immediately claimed you.

You feel defiant now despite being alone with your alpha. "I was. I am going into heat. If you didn’t touch me, I needed to find another alpha to satisfy my needs." You declare despite knowing that no one would give you what you need from Din. 

“You’ve worked through heats before.” Din growls, remembering how he had heard your whimpering cries from your bunk as you used your toys. It had been hard to deal with, when he hadn’t known he was your alpha. Wanting to offer you his cock the entire time, but he had respected your need for privacy. “Why not this time?”

“Because - because I wanted to feel wanted. I wanted someone to touch me who wanted to touch me, to make me feel something. I know you already knew I was your omega. You weren’t shocked when I found out you were my alpha. You didn’t - you didn’t sound surprised at all. How long have you known?” You ask, crossing your arms.

He leans back from you, surprised that you are attacking him and not liking it. “I-“ he huffs, rolling his eyes under his helmet and sighs. “Yesterday.” He admits quietly. “The vents between our rooms weren't closed. I-I smelled you when I took my helmet off.”

You are placated when you find out it was only yesterday but you’re still hurt that he didn’t tell you. “I didn’t smell you yesterday. I - I was showering and I -” You frown under the helmet. “You weren’t going to tell me, were you?”

“I- we-“ Din shakes his head. “You know what Mandalorians do.” He reasons with you. “The Armorer aligns breeding partners. I-“ He bites his lip under his helmet and sighs. “I was going to ask the Armorer for you, to be paired with you when we find them again.”

You understand where he is coming from but you feel frustrated by him. "Din. We - we are mates. What we have is...it's more than the creed. It's more than just breeding. It's how it is supposed to be. It's primal and raw. We are mates. Destined for each other and you've been by my side for so long yet neither of us knew what the other was meant to be. I want - I want you. I need you. Fuck the creed. Fuck the Armorer. You're my alpha and I - I want you. No matter what the consequences are." You say, "but if you don't want that - want me - I will leave. I'll go back to the covert and you can finish your quest alone."

He wants to argue against your comments, his heart twisting when he hears you say you would walk away. “Always wanted you.” He confesses quietly, breathing deeply and soaking in your scent. “Since the second week together. Watching you wipe the floor with that Twi.” He snorts, smirking slightly under his helmet. “Wanted you all the time.”

You chuckle, remembering that fight when you were both so much younger. You step towards him, "I have always wanted you. Always imagined you when I was in my nest." You confess softly, "I think I knew, unconsciously, that I was yours."

“I thought about you a lot.” Din confesses, taking a deep breath as he remembers what Bo Katan had said about mates being able to reveal their faces to each other. He takes a deep breath and reaches up to slowly start sliding his helmet off.

Your eyes widen under your helmet as Din exposes his face to you and you get your first look at his handsome face. "Maker. You are -" You can see him tense with anxiety and you reach up with your gloved hand to cup his cheek. "Mesh'la." You tell him, unable to tear your eyes away from those beautiful brown eyes. "Do you - you can remove my helmet...if you want."

He’s proud that you find him appealing. His one glimpse of you too fleeting for his own liking, finding you mesh’la as well. “I want to see you, omega.” He hums as he slowly reaches for your helmet. “My omega. My mate.”

You’re nervous for him to fully look at you without your helmets on, and your heart pounds beneath your chest plate. You bite your lip when your eyes meet his without the pixelated visor screen and his brown eyes soften. “Din. Alpha.” You murmur, watching him as he stares at you.

“Mesh’la.” He murmurs softly, staring into your eyes and feeling his cock harden beneath his flight suit as he smells and sees you clearly for the first time. He groans your name. “Omega.”

You ache for him, your heat curling in your stomach, and you wonder what he wants, if he still wants to wait until you return to the covert. “I don’t know what you want from me right now. Do you want us to put our helmets back on and continue on like this never happened until we return to the Armorer?” You ask, a little breathless.

“I cannot pretend I haven’t seen your face, smelled you.” Din groans, his eyes nearly closing in pain when a wave of arousal drifts over him. “I- you’re mine.” He growls again. “You are going into heat, I will take care of you.”

You whimper at his words, your body starting to get overheated with need. “Alpha.” You gasp, starting to work on removing your beskar, needing to feel the air on your hot skin. “I need you.” You pant, efficiently stripping down until you’re in your bra band and panties, boots kicked aside and you slide your hand into your panties, needing to rub your clit for some relief.

“Omega.” He growls, body tense and he steps forward, his need to touch you and take care of you nearly overwhelming his rational sense. He is about to touch you, still completely dressed in his armor except for his helmet. When he sees his gloves, he stops. “Get on the bed.” He orders, starting to strip down himself. Needing to press his skin to yours. “I will make sure you don’t need your fingers. You can have mine.”

You obey his order, shifting to lay down on the bed after reluctantly pulling your fingers out of your panties, and you watch him strip off. “Alpha. You are - you’re mesh’la.” You say, sitting up on your elbows to watch him, seeing the scars from blasters that grazed the vulnerable spots in his beskar and you want to kiss every one of them.

His own groan is one of pride and need, seeing you squirming on the bed, waiting for him. His omega, needy and wet. His hand wraps around his cock and he slowly starts to jerk himself. “You are mesh’la, cyar’ika.” He hums, eyes dark and full of lust. The waves of need and want roll off of you and mix with his own desire to fill the room. “My sweet little, omega. Wanting my cock, needing my knot.”

His voice, unmodulated, makes you shiver, and you watch him with wide eyes. “Yours, alpha.” You promise, reaching behind you to unclip your bra band, tossing it onto the floor to expose your tits to his gaze as he pumps his cock. You are aching for him. “Please. Alpha. I need your touch.”

He’s heard it before. The needy begging and calling to his alpha, but never from his mate. Growling, he scrambles onto the bed, one hand grabbing your breast while the other rips your panties off effortlessly.

You cry out in satisfaction as he quickly pushes two thick digits inside of you. “Yesss.” You hiss, feeling the ache assuage slightly with his digits curling deep inside of you. “Fuck, Din. Alpha. Yes.” You whine, tilting your head towards his.

It will be the first time he’s kissed anyone and it’s fitting that it’s his mate. His lips come crashing down against yours roughly as he curls his fingers inside you. Unskilled, he relies on what he had imagined doing, watching holo vids and jerking off when he was alone in his bunk. His tongue pushing into your mouth when you moan and he makes a feral sound of pleasure of his own.

You moan into his mouth, tangling your tongue with his and it’s unskilled but passionate. Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging slightly and you feel his cock twitch against your thigh. You’ve both had sex before, neither of you have kissed and it’s clumsy but you soon get the hang of it.

He feels like he doesn’t want to ever stop kissing you. Pumping his fingers deep inside your quivering cunt, he groans and rocks his hips against your belly. Loving how eagerly you respond to me.

You pant into his mouth, getting closer to orgasm with the way his fingers pump into you. "Alpha. I'm gonna- you're gonna make me - fuck!" You cry into his mouth as you clamp down on his digits, the ache in your belly satiated for a moment.

The first orgasm from his omega nearly makes him cum untouched. Din moans your name as he works you through the way your walls clench and your juices soak his hand. Pleasured pheromones pour off of you and he ducks his head down to press his tongue to your scent gland.

Feeling his tongue on your scent gland has you whining his name and your nails dig into his back, wanting him to bite you but he won’t until he’s ready. “I need you inside of me. Please, alpha.” You beg, gently pushing him off of you so you can shift onto your hands and knees for him.

Din growls, loving the submissive display, looking at your dripping cunt as you move to your hands and knees. Showing him how badly you need him. “My omega is eager.” He groans, slapping your ass and squeezing your hips as he throbs. He knows this first time will be rough. You know it too. Taking his cock on his hand, he shuffles forward and notches it at your entrance. Hissing when he snaps his hips forward ruthlessly and buries himself deep in your cunt.

Your breath is immediately pushed from your lungs and you gasp as he stretches you out. You fall forward onto your elbows and squeeze your eyes shut as he doesn’t hesitate to start moving inside of you. It’s rough and your body feels like it’s on fire. “Yes! Oh fuck, yes! Alpha. I- shit.” You curse, cunt fluttering around his cock.

You’re perfect around him. Gloriously tight and taking every harsh thrust with a choked moan as he starts to hammer into you. Need and the instinct to give you every piece of himself has him gripping your hips like you might get away from him and rocking deep to push up against your womb.

You grip the sheets beneath you, your cheek pressed against them as he pushes into you over and over again. “Fuck. Oh fuck Din.” You pant, thighs starting to shake as he pushes you closer and closer to orgasm with every harsh rock of his hips.

Suddenly, Din stops. Circling his hips as he lifts your and grinds into you. He was going to cum and he wants to make sure that you are satisfied before he gives into any of his own needs. “Fuck, omega, you are so perfect.” He grunts out, panting as he feels you squeeze him. “Are you going to be a good girl and take my knot? Let me breed you one day?”

You whine, deep from your throat. “Yesss. I’ll let you- have as many as you want, alpha. I want to be good for you. Want you to be happy.” You pant, thighs shaking still as he grinds deep and his hand spreads wide until his thumb is pressing against your clit.

“Good girl.” He growls out, twitching inside you. He’s imagined breeding you before, many times, even before knowing you were his omega. Hoping that working with you would cause the armorer to place you together to breed. It was why he let you on his ship. “Fuck, I- you feel so good ‘mega. So fucking tight around my cock.”

Your nails dig into the sheets and you are desperate for him to make you cum. The fire in your belly is burning and sweat beads on your forehead. “Alpha. Please.” You whine, grinding yourself back onto him. “I need - need to cum. It burns.” You almost sob with need.

“It’s okay,” he coos, rubbing your clit as he starts rocking into you again. “Your alpha is going to take care of you. Make sure your little cunt is happy by the time you leave this bed.”

You grind back onto him, his hips still not moving as he rubs your clit, and you practically sob with relief when you cum. Clamping down on his cock, you moan his name, his designation, and soak him. “Yessss.” You hiss, thighs violating shaking as you ride your high.

“Fuck.” He groans, his hands tightening on you as he feels you cum around him. “It’s so good, cyar’ika. My omega.”

You slump into the sheets, the burning dissipating for a moment so you can catch your breath and Din’s fingers dig into your hips. “Alpha. Maker, I need - I want you to knot me. Please. Fuck me hard.” You beg breathlessly.

“Yes, yes, my ‘mega can take it.” He growls proudly. “Take my cock and beg for more.” As he starts to thrust harder, it feels like he’s going to beat the bed through the wall, knocking the headboard against the panel with a loud clang every time he pushes deep.

“I can take it. I want more. Always want more. Please baby. Fuck me. Fuck me harder, Alpha.” You demand, your hands coming out to stop yourself from being squashed against the headboard.

He wants to bite you, to mark you as his even though no one would ever see your marks except him. His secret claim on you under your armor. His hisses out your name and manages to increase his frantic pace. “Fuck, fuck, Dank ferik.”

You whine his name, “Alpha. Oh Maker. You - it’s - oh shit. Shit. Shit.” You wail as you cum again, clamping down on his cock and gushing around him, feeling his knot starting to catch and you know he’s close. “Cum. Cum for me.” You beg breathlessly, reaching back to touch his hand on your hip.

Din collapses on top of you, Pushing you down to the bed, hips never stopping as he drives into you again and again. Fucking you into the bed as if that was his singular focus in life. “Gonna, gonna cum.” He grunts out, warning you. “K-knot you.”

“Do it. Fuck, I need it. Need it, Alpha.” You beg and he pushes deep just as his knot catches, his seed painting your walls with spurt after spurt. You whine in pleasure, feeling satisfied and you tilt your neck. “Make me yours, Din.”

The audible pop of his knot slipping into you releases a feral growl from deep in his chest. Unable to stop himself, his face turns towards your neck and his teeth sink into your scent gland. Marking you as his irrevocably.

You cum again from the pleasure of being tamed and from him knotting you. You sigh into the sheets when Din licks the mark he left on your skin. “I love you.” You confess, “even before I found out you’re my alpha. I’ve always loved you.” You confess with your eyes closed.

Din sighs softly and even though he could not pull away from you because of his knot, he wraps his arms around you to keep you close. “I had hoped the armorer would pair us together.” He confesses quietly. “That's why I let you join my crew.”

He shifts onto his side and you curl back into his chest, “whatever happens…it’s you and me and the kid. Even if we have to leave the covert. I would like to keep you, to keep you safe.” You promise him and he leans in to nuzzle your neck.

“Kar’ta.” He murmurs, feeling like he is complete for the first time since his nature was revealed. His other half is in his arms and he wants nothing more than to keep you there. “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome.” He whispers softly, wondering if you will repeat the wedding vows back to him. “Mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.”

You smile and squeeze his forearm. “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome. Mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.” You repeat back, turning your head to look at him, “riduur.” You whisper, kissing his jaw, “my riduur.”

“Riduur.” His spouse. You are married to him now, his - both by your nature and by your religion. “I will keep you and the child safe.” He vows, his hand sliding down to your stomach. “And any who follow.”

You kiss his lips softly, smiling against him as you place your hand over his on your stomach. “We will face whatever we need to face together. My riduur. My alpha. And when we are ready, I’ll happily have your children. Maybe we can settle on Navarro. Get a little cottage and live a peaceful life together.” You vocalize the dream you’ve had for years.

“That would be good.” He knows that it might never happen, but he wishes for it. “First we must finish our quest.” He hopes to find the armorer again and have you declared a clan of three. It will take some time, but you have time. Both of you have implants to prevent a child and his knotted cock twitches inside you as he thinks about filling you with his baby.

“Finish the quest.” You agree, “then we have the rest of our lives together. I love you, Din Djarin. My alpha.” You murmur, kissing his jaw again. “Whatever happens, we will face it together as mates. As partners.” You promise, unsure of the road ahead but you will be together, connected as one, and you will ensure the child’s safety. This is the way.

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Din having a breeding kink/baby fever?

He's already the best space dad, no reason why he can't have more then one kid.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, married couple, breeding kink, mating press, creampie, needy!Din Djarin, pussydrunk!Din Djarin

A/N: So happy he's back I missed him sm!

He was the one who wanted to have another kid but you were the one who brought it up first

You could see that he was feeling a little left in the dust as Grogu was becoming more independent, his son was growing up and he was happy for him, you both were, but could see that Din was a little saddened by it

He'd always play with the other kids very well despite him insisting that he's not someone who enjoys it and finds the kids annyoing

He was barely able to pull out last time when you had sex

You could see it in his eyes, that he wanted to stay snug inside your pussy and shoot his cum into your womb

The moment he pulled out he came with a deep, broken growl as his cock rubbed over your sensitive clit, making your own orgasm last longer

Both of you were satisfied after, he didn't bring up any topics of expanding your family either

He knew he was a good dad, you knew it too but he didn't quite know how to ask you to have a kid with him, or even if you wanted it

It took you putting him in a leg lock while he was fucking you in order for him to have this conversation with you

You're not letting him move, in or out of your pussy, until he talks to you

And he can bet that you'll keep clenching and squeezing around his hard cock the whole time, making his body shake as he tries to bite back the urge to ejaculate

You want him to say it, you want him to admit what he wants, to be honest with himself and with you, until then he's not moving

Din is stubborn man, but not so stubborn that he can't admit when he's been beat

As he kisses you he whispers that he wants a baby, he wants to make you pregnant, he wants the two of you to raise a kid together, to make your family bigger

That's more like it, you let up a little, allowing him to move now

And boy does he move, he pushes your legs up, your hips angled upwards so his cock can get in deep into your cunt, and he starts thrusting with no control

His balls, so full and aching now due to not allowing himself to come, are loudly slapping against you as he moves in an out

He can't help himself, he needs to breed you now

Yes, he has to give you so much cum, all of his cum until it's flowing from your pussyhole, filling you until it has nowhere else left to go, until he's sure you get pregnant from it

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[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

At Odds

Pairing: Mando x Reader, Din Djarin x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You and the Mandalorian are mid-argument when you’re requested to help some old friends.

“You’re unbelievable!” You accused and marched forward now that the Razor Crest was in sight. The Mandalorian who had shared in their recent escape debacle paused his steps.

“I’m unbelievable? You blew our cover two-minutes in to that cantina with all your mindless chatter about knowing the Twins.” Mando bit back, gesturing behind him where smoke still billowed in the air.

Spinning around, you pointed at the beskar helmet. “My plans always work - you just get in the way with all the doubt. Is it really that hard to follow my lead and improvise?”

“I should have let that Wookie eat you.”

You huffed at the man. “If I had been eaten then you’d be stuck on this backwater planet completely oblivious to the fact that your shiny armour has attracted the attention of the native plants which are currently snaking up your legs.”

The Mandalorian looked down and, sure enough, there were giant green tendrils gathering at his waist. Suddenly aware of the danger, he ignited the fire blaster in his gauntlet and set the plants alight.

“Dank farrik!” He cursed jumping out of their grip until he stumbled right up to where you stood, smirking. It was a glorious sight to see him catching his breath knowing that you were correct.

Holding your head up with pride, you stepped away from the Mandalorian and continued on your merry way back to the Crest. Upon nearing, your eyes noticed a second ship parked behind. Thankfully, you recognised it to be that of the bounty hunter Boba Fett who stepped into view.

“Y/n, Mando - it’s good to see you both.” Boba Fett greeted. As he approached, his steps faltered when he noticed a fiery scent. “Why does it smell like you slept in a forest of singed trees and bathed in the ashes?”

Mando simply exhaled making it clear to you that he wasn’t going to reply.

“The bounty we were after didn’t come quietly and he set the cantina on fire when he escaped.” You summarised.

Boba Fett stared at the pair almost as if he was trying to diagnose something.

In the silence, Fennec chuckled. “I didn’t think you usually let bounties escape?”

“I don’t.” Mando confirmed.

Boba Fett nodded. “It seems that returning the Little One to his own kind has caused some dissonance between the two of you. Luckily, I have a job that might help.”

You laughed and clapped your hands together. “Perfect - by all means take him off my hands.”

Mando turned. “I work better alone anyway.” He defended.

Boba glanced at Fennec feeling just a little bit awkward having to witness their tension. Fennec shrugged and Boba cleared his throat.

“Actually, the job requires the unique skills of you both. Do you think you’ll be able to handle that?”

You smirked at the Mandalorian. “Think you can handle it?”

Mando still had you pinned under his gaze when he replied. “Shouldn’t be a problem.” He broke the eye contact and you both focused on the friendly faces. “What do you need?”

Boba nodded. “We’ll send you the coordinates from our ship.” He informed and bid a brief farewell. 

As he walked away with Fennec at his side, he let out a breath of air. “By some miracle, this job may patch their rift. I liked it better when they were mooning over one another.” Boba said, briefly glancing over his shoulder to where he had left the arguing pair.

Fennec shrugged. “If not, I’ll lock them in a room myself.”

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[januaryembrs]

DEEP ARE THE SCARS | Din Djarin x Mandalorian!reader

Request: Hello! Congratulations on 1k my friend! You deserve it <3 I am wondering if you are comfortable with writing a din djarin x insecure/depressed reader. Thank you!!

description: Din and you have a conversation after one of his past lovers shows up, beauty and all.

Word count: 1.5k

trigger warnings: insecure feelings, scarring on face, established relationship, kissing, parental death mentioned, crime ridden planet mentioned?

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Author’s note: it comes as no surprise to anyone this is another part of the KISS THE SCARS universe since I am now apparently very attached to these two and their love but this can be read separately if you like. READ KISS THE SCARS AND TOUCH THE SCARS here!

The world had always been cruel; you had learnt that at a young age. Your planet back was riddled with crime, and when it wasn’t, it was riddled with Empire sympathisers creating just as much chaos and tension between the people, resulting in your parents’ death and your Mando caburs [protector/guardian] to take you to their guild on Nevarro as their own. 

Where you met him.

Din Djarin. The man who you had laid your life on the line for hundreds of times, who had shown you the furthest reaches of the galaxy that you never thought you would see in this lifetime or the next. Who understood you like no one else did, like no one ever had. Din, the one you knew you were going to marry when the time was right, though he had already proposed months before and neither of you had the money spare to settle down let alone afford a ceremony. 

Who had seen you for exactly who you are, perhaps the first to ever do so with such love and unbridled adoration in his golden brown eyes. 

It didn’t bother you so much; him seeing your face, your scars. It was ugly; you had always been aware of it, but since the day he had seen you without your helmet on, he had made you feel nothing but beautiful even with the unsightly tissue marring your face. 

That is until you ran into her. 

You had been collecting credits from a bounty at a nearby tavern, the buyer particularly pleased with your reputation and efficiency. Din was standing barely a few feet behind you waiting for you to finish with the man, when your ears pricked at a feminine voice. 

“Mando!” You immediately turned around, seeing as people used the name for both of you. A tall, incredibly toned Togruta sauntered up to your fiance. The buyer seemed to fade into white noise, mumbling something about needing your service some time in the future, as you watched her throw her arms around Din’s neck. He straightened up awkwardly, but gently returned the hug with a large arm around her waist.

“Kuri,” He choked out, as if someone had punched him in his throat.

Do not act out, You barked at yourself, but your heart willed you to move towards the two like a panic alarm. 

“It’s been years since I saw you! The moon solstice on Kashyyyk, wasn’t it?” The lady, her skin a blossom pink colour reached out with a small laugh and held his wrist dearly, “Oh, I suppose it was the morning after, wasn’t it?”

Do NOT act out. 

But you were there. Stood behind her with your hands lingering on your dagger sheathed at your side, freshly sharpened this morning and ready to cut down any foe that challenged you. Especially the ones that tried to take what was yours. 

Din’s helmet flicked over Kuri’s shoulder, and you could practically see his face begging you to not behave rashly over this. He hadn’t reciprocated one flirtatious advance in the few seconds she had arrived, so he held no blame. Even so, you supposed he didn’t want to deal with the consequences of uncontrolled jealousy. 

The two of them went quiet for a second, and this Kuri woman seemed to notice his eyes were no longer on her. She turned to face his gaze and instead was confronted with you. A female Mandalorian decked out in pristine armour from many very successful bounties, guns and large blades at your hips. She didn’t need to see your face to know you did not look pleased.

And yet all you saw was perhaps the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever met. Her lekku were long and draped over her perk breasts, covered in white stripes and tiny, brown feathers. Her eyes were siren-like, mouth full and a naturally dark pink as if to attract your attention there first. Her red eyes flicked up and down your figure, faintly attempting to hide the fear that was clear as day in her face. 

“Kuri, this is my riduur, Y/N,” Din said as you advanced on the woman slowly. She gulped dryly, stepping back though her face tried to seem poised.

“Is there a problem here?” You asked coldly, taking another step towards her before Din put his arm on your shoulder to halt you. 

“No, j-just catching up with an old friend is all,” Kuri choked out, her eyes flicking to the door as if begging the Maker to send someone to save her. 

“Charming,” You bit out, your voice lowering as you stared daggers at the woman who looked beautiful even when she was cowering in fear, “Though I suggest you leave now. You’d hate to find out what’ll happen if I catch up to you,” 

And with that the woman fled the tavern without a single utterance of goodbye to her ‘old friend’. But you didn’t feel accomplished. In fact, you had never felt so low. 

—

It was three days before he brought it up. You seemed sluggish, quiet at times when he was waiting for you to chime in with your own thoughts, granting him nothing but hums of agreement when prompted with a question. He knew you weren’t sleeping either. He heard the way you tossed around your bunk, even the blanket grating on your nerves for one reason or the next. You’d wake up the following morning, eyes heavy and face dull of life. 

“Are you hungry?” Din tried to offer, as he had been trying for the past three days to get you to respond at all, but you simply shook your head.

“No thankyou,” Your voice was empty, your gaze zoned out as if you were miles away from him despite standing in front of him. And you were. He had never seen you so dead. It shook his resolve, and he couldn’t help himself from stroking a hair away from your face as an excuse to cup your cheek in his large, warm hand.

“What are you thinking about?” He whispered, the voice coming out deep and rugged. But the tenderness was still there. It was always there when Din spoke to you. 

“Nothing,” You murmured, though his hand caressing your cheek seemed to thaw away the cold you felt inside. Sighing, you nuzzled into his palm and shut your eyes gently, liking the way he pet you too much for your own good. 

“Tell me, pretty girl,” Din whispered, bringing his thumb up to trace over where your scar lay at your lip like he always did when the two of you were this close. Yet you flinched as if his fingertips scolded you, as though him touching that part was as sensitive as the day it came to grace your face.

It had been years, but the pain of it cut just as deep. 

“Do you ever wish things were different?” You asked, watching him frown and shrink back. Obviously, he had interpreted your question in the worst possible way, as you having second thoughts on this marriage that had not yet come. “That I was different?” You clarified.

He stared at you aghast. “No, never,” Din replied with such earnestness that it hurt your chest to hear him so disappointed, “What ever have I done to make you feel like that?”

“No, it's not you, it's just-” You huffed, getting frustrated with the words that seemed too difficult to produce, “Kuri is pretty,” 

“Pretty terrified of you, you mean,” Din tried to joke but it fell flat when you glared at him. He chuckled at your mean face, bringing you in close and kissing you on the nose, “And what does that matter?”

“You were together weren’t you?” Your voice was hostile, something you couldn’t help. The Mandalorians never really taught you emotional regulation growing up, it was all fighting as a means to end a dispute.

He sighed, looking down at you with such love despite the fact you knew you were being selfish, “Not the way me and you are, no.”

“So? It doesn’t matter, it still proves you could be with any and every woman much prettier than me. Someone not tainted by a Tusken hound, someone with a perfect face, someone-”

“My sweet wife,” Din cut you off, his hand slipping into your hair to cradle the back of your head. His lips pressed to your brow this time, “I do not want anyone else,” You opened your mouth to interrupt him again, but he shut you up with a kiss there too, “You are strong, and beautiful, and powerful. I loved you just as you are even before you took off that helmet, and I’d love you even if the stars burnt out and the world went dark.” He kissed you once more on your lips, “You are the only one I see,”

You pouted, knowing he was being too kind to a scornful woman like you but melted into his embrace nonetheless. He petted your head kindly, kissing your hairline as you hugged him back, “Thankyou,” You said into his chest though he deciphered what you meant.

“I enjoy seeing you jealous. You had that poor woman running like a scared sand rabbit,” You pinched his ribs in retaliation though you felt him shaking with laughter. “Don’t worry, meshla. I’d show any man just the same manners if they tried to take away my sweet almost-wife,”

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[miercoooles]

Only for You

Summary: You have never seen him remove his mask, not even when Luke took Grogu away.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Former Jedi GN!Reader, Luke Skywalker x Platonic!Reader (kinda?)

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Season 2 spoilers, Angst (it took a turn, ig), talks about past trauma, no use of y/n, cursing, fluff maybe?, and ofc awfully written

A/N: I don’t know if anyone has written something like this, it’s more of a self-indulgent fic just because. I made this to be fluff, idk how that turned out ;-; Also please be nice, this is my first ever Mando fic.

Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated!

Din Djarin or better known as “the Mandalorian” for others, was a man of few words. When he first stumbled upon you on a mission, he didn’t even bother to bat an eye. It was because of the little green foundling, Grogu, who took interest and became immediately fond of you, that forced the bounty hunter to take you aboard the Razor Crest.

During the first six months you have spent with him, your relationship with Mando remained stagnant and purely professional. He only saw you as a colleague, someone who can help him accomplish tasks quicker, and take Grogu off his hands when he has something important to do or so that was what you thought. Although, you can’t say the same for yourself because you were attracted to the masked man, whom you have never even seen the face of. 

Today was no different when he asked you to accompany him in collecting supplies and resources as it was running low. As you were about to leave the ship and follow him, Grogu swaddled to you and embraced your leg, not letting you go. “Me and Mando will just go out and gather supplies, little one.” You explained to him, crouching down and carrying him back to his makeshift cradle. Grogu whined, shaking his head in protest and reaching his arms back for you to carry him back. 

“I can’t, little one. Don’t worry, we’ll be quick.” You assured him, caressing his head. Once he made a satisfied grumble, you let go of him and gave him one more wave before rushing outside the ship. 

“You clearly took your time.” Din stated, and you didn’t have to see his face to know that he was annoyed.

You rolled your eyes at him walking past him, your shoulders brushing against his beskar. “Well you can’t really blame me, can you? Little Grogu didn’t want to let go of me.”, you retorted, shrugging and looking over your shoulder prior to sticking your tongue out like a child.

You heard him grumble something about him being the one who saved Grogu but is more attached to you, which made you laugh.

A few months later, you can safely say that your relationship with the head of the ship improved. He started engaging in conversations with you more often, joined in your daily activities a.k.a. playing with Grogu, and even taught you his native language, Mando’a, and trained you self-defence in case he wasn’t on the Crest.

Be that as it may, you’re unsafe to say that the relationship you have developed with the Mandalorian caused your little crush on him to bloom into something more treacherous. There were often times where you found yourself thinking and daydreaming about him as well as imagining how he looks without his helmet on to the point where you get too distracted doing your routines. 

A year has passed since Grogu went with Luke to train and ever since then, things between you and the bounty hunter have changed. He grew distant and cold towards you as if the friendship you have established has turned into nothing but dust, and it left you confused as you returned to the first step. But you missed the little goblin whomst you had created a bond with, and you missed the relationship you’ve previously had with the Mandalorian.

You sat on the co-captain’s chair in the cockpit, staring in the distance as your mind aimlessly wandered in your thoughts while you waited for the bounty hunter to return from his current mission. You spun your chair as you replayed that night the Jedi ransacked the ship.

Just as Djarin rescued Grogu, another alarm rang through the cruiser when a X-wing fighter flew past it. You were so engrossed by the ship landing on the dock that you did not notice Grogu appear on your lap and watched along with you. Silence loomed across the room, as a hooded figure dismounted the ship. The moment you saw the green lightsaber flash from the mystery man’s hand, you felt as if a bucket of ice water fell on you.

Grogu seemed to have noticed your change in demeanour that he made concerned, little gurgling noises that pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked at him and caressed his head, giving him a small smile to assure him you’re alright. 

As Gideon saw the commotion bother the crowd, he took his chance, pulling out his blaster and shooting Kryze, pummeling her to the floor. He then turned around to aim at you and Grogu, but Mando was quick to act and jumped in front of you as you shielded Grogu. 

Opening your eyes, you saw Gideon knocked out on the ground and Grogu reaching his hands up to the monitor wherein the not so mysterious man (to you anyway) just finished the dark troopers. You heard Djarin command someone to open the doors, but you were too fixated on the man walking towards it that you did not hear who. 

Once the door is open, the man removes his hood revealing his face. No one said a word as his eyes travelled and studied each person in the room, definitely searching for someone. When you met his gaze, he looked at you with familiarity, making you look away. 

“I am Luke Skywalker”, he introduced himself. You discreetly rolled your eyes at the mention of his name. 

“Are you a Jedi?” Din asked, to which Skywalker answered and confirmed. You turned your chair so your back is facing him, Grogu, on the other hand, peeked at the side of the chair, interested in the man. 

You heard Luke call onto Grogu, you looked down at the foundling who hasn’t moved an inch. “He doesn’t want to go with you.” The masked man said, stepping forward. Luke went on explaining that Grogu was asking for Mando’s permission to allow him and that the Jedi will do his best to protect the Child with his life and train him which made you scoff. 

You did not have to look to know that the bounty hunter was reluctant in letting Grogu go, but you both knew that was what he was meant to do. So when you heard his footsteps coming towards you, you faced him and handed him the Child. 

“Go on, little one. That’s who you belong with, he’s one of your kind. I’ll see you again, I promise.” Mando assured the little one, but you knew that he was also assuring himself that they will be reunited again.

You watched them intently as the Child held up his hand to touch the beskar helmet of Djarin. You heard about Djarin and his affiliations with The Children of the Watch. You also know that group teaches its foundlings that they should never reveal their identity to the presence of another living being. So when you saw him clutch the material that covered his identity, you turned your chair away from him, respecting the belief of the group he is in.

You felt trinkets of water on your cheeks as you heard Mando usher the Child to go with Luke.  Once you heard your partner put his helmet back on, you assumed that the Jedi master already left, and you huffed out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, thinking you were finally safe. Or that’s what you thought…

“I see you’ve joined the other side,” the blonde spoke up, proving your assumptions wrong and making you inhale sharply as he was clearly talking about you.

You felt everyone’s eyes fall on you, but you were particular about only one. You felt Djarin’s eyes drill holes at you with curiosity through his helmet, and he did not have to remove it for you to figure out that he was baffled about what was unfolding in front of him.

You spun your chair once more to face him, glaring at him and crossing your arms. “So? What is it to you?”, you retorted sassily.

“Ah, still the same old you. It’s nothing really,  I just never expected it, especially with you.” He taunted.

“Oh really? I would beg to differ.” You protested, quirking your eyebrow and leaning forward. “Or have you already forgotten what you did to me?”

Luke stayed quiet for a moment, speechless that you remembered what happened years ago. “You know I never meant for that to happen.” 

What he said infuriated you, but you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, fisting your hand. “I never left you on purpose. I was needed elsewhere. I had a duty. And if I had let you know, would you have let me go? I don’t think so because you wouldn’t have understood anything since what do you know about duty and responsibilities, huh?” He continued, raising his voice as he defended his previous actions.

That stunned you, but he was right. You had no sense of duty as you were a young, reckless, and carefree person. You had no care for your responsibilities. You wanted your life to be filled with fun and joy, not with stress and worry. You had potential with the Force even Kenobi foresaw that, and had you taken your training seriously, your skills would be equalling Luke on a par or duel, maybe even bested him. But you had let your childishness win. Yet he had no right whatsoever to talk to you like that, like he knew what happened to you. 

You stood up from where you were seated and started striding towards him, forgetting the existence of the others. “How dare you speak to me that way, Luke Skywalker. Do you have any idea of what I went through the moment you left? NO! You have no idea what hell I have experienced and encountered when you abandoned me. You have no idea about the pains and sacrifices I made in order to get back up again. You have no clue how long it took me to fix and find myself once more. I waited for years Luke, years thinking you would return for me but no, you never did. I felt like I had no purpose anymore, but thanks to them…”, You argued, looking at Din Djarin before continuing. “I found it again. Without them, I would probably still be wandering the outskirts of wherever. I was saved by them, by Grogu and Djarin.” 

Once you were face to face with him, you pointed your finger at him, stopping the urge to slap him, “You have not one shittiest hint of what I have been through, so you have no right to talk to me like that. You were the only one I had, you were my best friend, yet it seemed so easy for you to leave me. I only wished you told me, then maybe it would have been easier for me.” You whisper-shouted, your lips quivering as you held back your tears and softly punched his shoulders, avoiding to hurt the Child.

You felt yourself become light-headed from all the emotions that you let out. The last thing you felt was strong, cold arms catching you before your vision turned dark and passed out. 

When you woke up, you looked over to the side hoping to see the man you were completely infatuated with, instead you were disappointed when you were met by Bo Katan.  When she saw you open your eyes, she immediately told you that Grogu went with Luke to become his apprentice. You scrambled on your feet, Kryze behind you as you searched the whole ship looking for any signs of Grogu, but there was none. And that broke you even more as you never got to say goodbye.

An hour or so has passed by and you were still deep in thought not hearing the bounty hunter return from his assignment. He removed his armour, leaving his helmet on as he went to look for you in the ship. When he found you, he saw you lost in thought, your chin placed on your palm. He let out a sigh, leaning against the doorframe and watched your reflection on the window.

Before he left, he told you that he was going out to complete a mission he accepted, the truth was he went to see Ahsoka. The confrontation that happened between you and the Jedi bothered and confused him. He thought that the connection you both had meant you trusted him enough to tell him those kinds of things, apparently he was wrong and expected too much that he ended up getting hurt in the process. 

The feelings he had towards you puzzled him, and he wondered if there was a chance that you felt the same towards him. But seeing how you and Luke fought, he gave that thought up and started distancing himself to lessen the pain. He knew what he was doing affected you both badly, but he thought it was for the best.

And although he believes that what happened that night doesn’t hurt him anymore, he knows deep inside that he’s only lying to himself, especially because it was the night where he had to let go of his ‘kid’. But what wounded him more than it should was that it was Baby Grogu that bridged him to you. During your first encounter, he only saw you as a burden. But the immediate close proximity you have made with the Child, allowed him to give you the benefit of the doubt and accepted you anyway. 

He stayed distant, watching you and Grogu interact and play while he worked or rested. In those moments, he felt his cold heart warm up to you, thinking that maybe it would not be so bad to make a bond with you. Afterall, you’ve known each other for how many months already. 

So in a few months, he joined you whenever he had nothing to do, helping you in taking care of Grogu or just spending time with you and getting to know you better. As you got together frequently, his feelings evolved. Being with you made him at ease, made him feel he was safe. You welcomed him with open arms and open heart, not once making him feel uncomfortable or judged. He trusted you and became most vulnerable only to you, the first he has done in a while. But the thing about you that he cannot fathom was that there was something about being around your presence that he could not keep away from even just for a second. 

And after everything, after seeing and learning about the things you kept secret from him, all he gravely wanted to do was pull you closer to his embrace and comfort you. He wishes to be there for you as you let the walls you built for years break. He craves to be the person who you will look for and run to when you need someone like how he is to you. He longs to be the person whom you would be comfortable to show the real you without any filters. He aches to be the one to put and protect that beautiful smile and laugh of yours. And he yearns to hold you, to have you in his arms, to shower you with kisses, to tell you what he truly feels about you, to wake up beside you, and to be able to call you his best friend and lover. 

That was the main reason why he visited Ahsoka because he had no clue about what he felt and how to express it. When the former Jedi master confronted him and told him bluntly that what he felt was love, he instantly denied that idea until she asked him a series of questions about you. And when he realised it, he promptly stood up and thanked her before sprinting as fast as his legs could back to the ship.

Which brings him to now, still watching you. He observed you quietly, wondering what it was that put you deep in thought. He loves it whenever you use that wonderful brain of yours because you have an adorable habit of scrunching your eyebrows together and pouting your lips. 

The moment he saw a teardrop fall from your cheek, he felt his heart shatter. Maybe he doesn’t know the reason but he wasn’t completely heartless. His legs quietly carried him to you, sitting down beside you and wiping your tear stained cheeks, startling you.

You withdrew yourself from his touch, frantically looking elsewhere as you felt his eyes scan, possibly trying to figure out what you were thinking. “Hey Mando! Since when did you get back?” You asked nervously, your fingers fidgeting and legs bouncing.

He hummed before sitting on his respective chair and facing you. “Just a while back. Can I ask you something?” He queried, his voice heavy due to the modulation of his helmet. “You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable.”, he continued, checking your body language to see if you were okay with it. You squirmed in your seat, feeling seen by him before nodding, eyes still averted from him, “Ask away, amigo.”

“Why have you never told me?” You looked at him, your eyebrows knitting together, “Never told you what exactly?” Although you can’t see him do it, he rolled his eyes and raised his eyebrow at you. “I mean, why have you never told me that you were a Jedi warrior? I thought that maybe by that time before that Luke guy appeared, we already earned each other’s trust.”

The question took you by surprise, not that you weren’t expecting him to ask, you just didn’t think he would ask you now since it has been a year already. For the first time, you understood why he pushed you away, he felt like you had not trusted him enough to not give him this information that it hurt him. 

You finally found the courage to look at him, and you have no idea what he’s thinking or what his expression is behind his mask, making you more jittery. 

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, sighing it out before opening them once more to look at him. “I presumed that I did not have to remember that chapter of my life once I joined your journey. I never expected Luke to appear out of nowhere and bring that part of my life up. As for never telling you, I did not want to share to you the burden of guilt I carry. You have so much on your shoulders already, that it felt right to just never let you know as I have left it. Maybe also because I was scared that your perception of me would differ when you find out. ”

Your sight dropped to your lap, your thumbs playing with one another, and your whole body trembled as you finished. You couldn’t look at him now, you felt vulnerable as you held back your tears. There was nothing but deafening silence and it scared you because the thoughts in your head are saying that he sees you differently and more disgusting now than ever. But those thoughts evaporated the moment he placed his right hand on yours, caressing it while his left hand softly cupped your chin and moved it up so he could see your face. 

His left hand continued moving, stroking your cheeks with his knuckles. You released a relieved sigh as you leaned into his touch. “Darling, I would never look at you differently just because our races hated each other. And I’m sorry if I ever hurt you by distancing myself away. It just felt…” 

You pulled your right hand away and placed it on his helmet, gesturing for him to stop. “You don’t have to explain, okay? I should have told you because we made a promise that there should be no secrets between us.” 

It was now your turn to place your hand on the cheeks of his cold headgear, running the pad of your thumb against the cold surface. He broke away from your touch, withdrawing his hands from you and moving it towards the end of his helmet. That was when it hit you he was going to take it off for you, but before he could you stopped him. 

“Wait, what are you trying to do?”

“Well before you stopped me, I was going to remove my helmet.” He quipped, making you giggle. 

“No I knew that, you idiot. I meant why are you doing it? Don’t you have some sort of belief that you shouldn’t show your face to others?” You asked innocently, tilting your head out of curiosity. Din chuckled at the thought of you being dense. 

“We did say there should be no secrets between us, right?.”

“Right, but doesn’t mean you have to do that especially if you feel like you’re being forced to. And you already went against that vow when you removed it for Grogu, I don’t want you to do the same just for me.” He laughed at your explanation, the modulation of his voice vibrating to your spine, making you shudder. 

“For a genius, you can be the densest person. I already broke the oath for Grogu, so it doesn’t really matter anymore. But even before that, if you had asked me to show myself to you, I would have taken the chance and done it anyway.” 

What he professed dumbfounded you. “I? You? Wha? Why?”, was the only thing you managed to articulate, smart right?

“Because…”, he trailed off. “Because you are worth breaking the commitment I made to The Tribe. You are the first thing I think of when I wake up, and my last thought before I go to bed, you smile at me in my dreams. And only for you, I would risk everything even if it meant getting outcasted by my race since you mean everything to me and I love you beyond the galaxies and more.”

With that he removed the last piece of beskar armour he had on, placing it on his lap and officially revealing his identity to you. Your mind still not comprehending what he said, added with the fact he showed his face to you, had you feeling hundreds and thousands of swirling emotions.

Concerned at your stillness, he asked, “Am I that ugly?” pulling you out of your thoughts. 

Blinking your eyes, it hit you that he was there without the headpiece. “Oh my Gooooood!” You exclaimed, astonished by how good he looks.

“Is that a good thing?”, he asked once more, scratching the back of his nape. You nodded your head vigorously. You stared at his features, remembering every detail, in case you’ll never see it again. 

He has tousled brown hair from removing his helmet. His eyes were a twinkling chocolate brown doe orbs that seemed to hypnotise you as you stared into it. He had soft and pale red lips. Topping off his features was a peppered stubble that scattered on his jaw and a moustache that made him look more serious and mature. 

You timidly move your hand to his cheek, afraid that in a blink of an eye, you will wake up and everything you saw  was a dream and t’was too good to be true. He softly gripped your wrist, eagerly placing your palm on his cheeks, making you wheeze at his impatience. 

Once your skins’ touch, you stroked his cheeks, feeling the roughness of his stubble underneath your palm. When you made eye contact, you gave him a soft smile. And it didn’t go unnoticed that his eyes flickered to your lips for a moment.

“Would you mind if I kissed you?” He asked with no shame, taking you off guard and making you choke on your own saliva. You smacked him in the chest, and he just raised his eyebrow.

“So can I?” You pretended to think for a moment before nodding. “I need verbal consent, darling.” He drawled, leaning forward and boring his eyes into yours. You cannot deny that letting his gentleness lead him gave you butterflies, once more falling head over heels in love with the tin man.

“Yes Din, kiss me please.” You begged, and in one swift motion, he leaned towards you and pressed his lips against yours. 

You had thoughts that the kiss you two would share would be heavenly, but you had not expected it to be this good. His lips were soft and light like feathers against yours. His hand held the side of your neck, the pad of his thumb grazing your jaw, while the other found itself on your thighs as he gave it a comforting and reassuring squeeze, resulting in a satisfactory sigh coming from you. 

You felt him smile through the kiss before pulling away to catch his breath, making you whine at the loss of contact.

He placed his forehead on yours, piercing into your orbs before mumbling, “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, my mesh'la cyar’ika**” against your lips.

“I love you too, Din.”, placing one more kiss on his lips.

Note: Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, my mesh'la cyar’ika** - I love you, my beautiful darling.

#mar writes :3 #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x y/n #the mandalorian x reader #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal imagines #pedro pascal fluff #din djarin fluff #din djarin x you #reader insert #mando x reader #mando x y/n #mando x you #the mandolarian #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian angst #din djarin angst #mando imagine #mando fanfiction #din djarin imagine #din djarin fanfiction #pedro pascal imagine #mando fluff

[kyberblade]

Back To You (Din x Reader) - Masterlist

Din x Reader

Rating: T (currently, and probably won’t go much past that) Friends to Lovers

Synopsis: You’ve been friends with Mando for years, and he drops by your hole in the wall bar from time to time to catch up. This time, however, he’s carrying an extra little green passenger with him. They are on the run, which is unsettling because Mando doesn’t run from things. Things run from him. A tracking fob, a dead body, and a confession later, all three of you set out to help the child find it’s kind. (Aka: a really typical Din x Force Sensitive reader plot, but instead of the going from stiff scary Mando to friendly Mando it’s gonna kinda go the opposite way. Not in a bad way but she’s gonna finally get to see what exactly he was running from all those times he came back to see her.)

Part 1 

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Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20 (Epilogue for BTY and Prologue for sequel Close To Home)

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I Can Help With That (Spoilers for Part 19)

Dincember 2022 Masterlist

Bring You Back - Halloween AU…. Or is it? (Spoilers for Part 19)

Artwork for Bring You Back - Halloween AU By @fordo-kixed-rex​

Say That Again…. Please.

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Commission by the lovely @aesnawan​​!!!

Back To You Playlist (These Idiots Mix)

Back To You Playlist (Story Mix)

Back To You Playlist (Reader Mix)

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[brewsterispunkk]

Mando Fic Recs🖤

as always: all credit goes to the authors. these are just works ive thoroughly enjoyed and am just trying to share them and give them exposure!

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• @charnelhouse ‘s mando masterlist ~~~ i wish i could pick just one fic to recommend but the truth is that these are all god-tier. no skips.

• king of cups by @gaiuswrites ~~~this series is amazing. i binged it in like one sitting a while back.

•mutual by @the-scandalorian ~~~ all of this writer’s work is fantastic, but this one especially!

• nighthawks by @pedros-mustache ~~~ I’ve followed this story for like a year, and it’s absolutely amazing. flawless. they do enemies to lovers so so SO well.

• healing pains & road to recovery by @liltangerineart ~~~ so so cute. the PINING. amazing.

• literally everything by @absurdthirst ~~~ this masterlist is just *chefs kiss*. Sweet and smutty and all of the above.

• silent voice by @writeforfandoms ~~~ sweet din with plus size!reader.

• lighthouse by @mandoblowmybackout ~~~ din falls in love. thats it thats the fic.

• reunion by @whirlybirbs ~~~ friends to lovers and a reunion with our beloved . this one is so good.

• maybe it’s a sign by @outercrasis ~~~ modern!din & a road trip. i think about this one at least once weekly.

• silence in the stars by @moralesispunk ~~~ post-grogu softness and hurt/comfort. amazing.

• of constellations and creeds by @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa ~~~ ive reread this multiple times and every time it hits. a must read.

•and, of course the obvious: rough day by @no-droids

#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandolorian season 2 #mando imagine #mando #mando and grogu #mando x you #mando x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian imagine #din djarin imagine #din djarin x reader #din djarin x f!reader #din x y/n #din djarin smut #din djarin headcanon #din darjin #din x reader

[firsttimewriter92]

Back to you

Din Djarin x f!reader

Summary: You´ve only ever seen him from afar. When he needs your help with his little one you are ready. But does it change anything?

Word count: 4.000

Warnings: little angst, canon typical violance, shots, fighting but over all ends with massive fluff

You were truly happy the way Navarro changed thanks to Greef Karga and the Republic. You´ve lived there all your life but you couldn´t exactly call it living when there were Stormtroopers and bounty hunters all over, trying to ruin your day just for fun. You´d really had to be careful all the time. What you had said, how you had looked, how you had spoken. It had been a constant tip toeing and you´d been at some point just plain tired of it.

Greef Karga hadn´t been on you radar about being a good person. Not at all. And then, one day, chaos had broken loose. Hundreds on troopers, some scary man clad in all black and all you had done was hide from the blaster shots and explosions. How could you not have? You are not a fighter. You were as you had found out, a nurturer.

After the dispersion of the empire from Navarro, Greef found you and gave you a new purpose on your home planet. It turns out, you were a very devoted teacher. With Navarro basically being turned upside down, in a good way, it was when you had just started your new job, when a very familiar helmet and a not so familiar little creature entered your school with Greef.

You remembered the mayhem the beskar clad Mandalorian, his covert and the humongous bounty on the little ones head had caused, though you had never actually seen the creature. The Mandalorian….yes, you had seen him on Navarro a couple of times. Each time a little more or less battered and bruised when he left his razor crest with a new insane amount of bounties. You had never spoken to him, maybe he had tilted his head towards you one or two times but that could have just been your imagination. You were sure it was. There was no reason for him to look.

Now, he stood in your classroom and looked a little lost when Greef told him to leave the baby with you. His body language always fascinated you, the way it was so clear to see how he felt about the idea and all of that with no facial features to go by. You stepped in front of them and tried a reassuring smile towards his face. “He´ll be safe with me” you said softly and cooed at the little baby clad in a bag on the Mandalorian´s hip. “I promise.”

“___ is a wonderful teacher, Mando. The little one will be fine with her. Now, let´s see what we can do about that empire outpost. I want them gone for good!” With that, Greef left the school and you looked at the Mandalorian with a friendly face. His posture was still stiff and weary but now, as he turned his head to every corner of the room finally settling on you, you could have sworn you saw his head tilt a little to the side and his shoulders relax. He handed you the little one without a word and you took him into your arms carefully. His enormous eyes shining curiously up at you he made a little purring sound and grabbed the sleeve of your robe.

The Mandalorian huffed in mild surprise (was that a chuckle?) and directed his visor onto your face. You could feel your ears start to heat up. “I´ll be back for him” he said in a low, modulated voice. One as you noticed, you had never heard before. The way it was breathy and dark but also full of confidence and conviction, you could feel your body reacting to it in a way it had never done before. Now you definitely knew he noticed your flustered behaviour as you almost tripped over your words. “I´m sure you will” you squeaked a little. He nodded his head slowly, turned and left.

Whatever he was here for (and empire outpost sounded pretty serious), you hoped it would last a little longer. What for, you weren´t quite sure. You just wished it. Whished for his presence to be close for longer than a few minutes. Whished for his voice to be heard just by you, if only for a day. Shaking your head with a rapidly beating heart, you turned towards your class again, sat the little one down at a table and resumed your lesson.

It was when all the other students had left hours later, that you found yourself completely enamoured with the little green child. He was something special. You knew the moment you had to convince one of your students to give up his cookies as they time and time again appeared in front of the little one instead. Watching how he happily munched away on them you smiled to yourself and started cleaning up the children´s mess. The door to your school swished open and a panting Mandalorian stormed inside, closing the door quickly, locking it. The child shrieked excitedly when it saw him but you were actually quite worried in an instant. Walking backwards, his gaze fixed on the door and blaster ready, the Mandalorian began to look around the room and then towards you. You had grabbed the child quickly and looked at him with wide open eyes. “Backdoor?” he asked in a strained voice and you knew immediately that this was a situation in which there were no questions to be asked. He needed you to function and listen to him.

You nodded your head towards the back room where your office was and not sooner than doing that, blaster shots hit the door to your school. On instinct you pressed the child closer to your chest and turned your back towards the door. A gloved hand grabbed your elbow insistently but not harshly, pulling you toward the back room. All the while the blasters outside the door were going ballistic. You crossed your round office in a hurry. Before you could open the door to the outside however he stopped you, holding his finger to his helmet to signal you to be quiet. You nodded and held the little one a bit more secure.

 “I´ll go out first. Stay here! Do not come out until I say so.” You nodded your head quickly, retreating from the door towards your desk. Well knowing what was in the top drawer. If it had to come to it, you would use it without hesitation. The hatred towards the troopers swallowing you almost whole. He slipped out the door and you locked it behind him.

You waited with bated breath, trying not to freak out the child. When you heard the commotion suddenly being right outside your office door you immediately pulled open your drawer and pulled the blaster out. You sat the child down underneath your desk signing to him to be quiet. He heard the commotion outside the room as much as you and seemed to be a little freaked out. “Stay there. Please, do not move. You´re fine, we´re fine” you tried to calm him down. The round office didn’t have any corners so you tried to make yourself as small as possible right next to the door. Ready to attack any white plastoid wearing goon coming in. You heard some high pitched whistling tones and then…nothing. Your heart was beating out of your chest when the door to your office swished open and without thinking you shot your blaster.

With a shriek from you the shot ricochet off the Mandalorian´s shoulder plate and he whipped around before you could fire another one. “Dank Farrik, I´m so sorry!! I thought…Why didn’t you say anything!!?? Oh my maker, I could have shot you!!” He stared at you quietly, or so you guessed because his head was tilted to you and he didn’t move a muscle. “D´you mind lowering that?” he said calmly and gestured to your blaster. Hurriedly you did so and made your way over to the desk. Diving under it you carefully took the little green creature into your arms again and talked to it quietly. “I´m so sorry, little one. Are you okey? No worries, now. Your dad´s here.” He rounded the desk and got close to the baby, checking him over. The little one cooing towards his guardian but nestling his head against your chest. The man huffed again. “We´re good” he said while standing straight again. “But we need to leave. Now.” You nodded and followed him through the back door and through the streets of your hometown. His ship came into view just outside the stone arch and he jogged towards the open ramp.

When you stood on its edge you halted and looked around nervously. “Where´s Greef and Kara?” you asked while he gently took the baby from you. He squirmed for a second, stretching one tiny, three fingered hand out towards you, whining. The Mandalorian halted in his movements. You could see that he was contemplating something very hard. Then he spoke in an almost caring tone. “They´re fine for now. They´ll arrive back here shortly. We,” he stuttered and sighed almost impatiently. “We need to leave.” You could hear regret in his voice. “Thank you. For protecting him.” He said it so sincerely, it made your heart kickstart. “You´re welcome. I mean…That´s my job.”

He nodded a little bit, still standing halfway up the ramp, hesitating, seemingly fighting with himself. You already knew….you already knew if he asked you to come, you would leave everything behind without thinking about it. But he didn’t ask. With his hand on the button to close the ramp he spoke again, looking at you. “Next time. Wait for us,___!” You nodded your head quickly and felt your heart break and heal itself at the same time. He wanted to come back.

With silently falling tears you watched the massive ship take off, only seconds later realising that you  couldn’t remember ever having given him your name.

Months later

So many things have happened all at once it seems. He did come back but when you saw him walk into Karas office, you halted everything you were doing. He was alone. The child? Gone. Taken. The guilt rolling off of him like heavy, black smoke. Your heart broke so many times over seeing him like this, it was like stabbing yourself over and over again. This wasn´t the Mandalorian you´ve met anymore. Your blaster skills were nothing to speak of so when you begged him to take you with him, to let you help him find his child, he shook his head, looking at your tearstained face stoically.

Sobbing, you watched as he wordlessly entered Fett´s ship with Kara and left you, yet again. Only this time, he hadn’t made a promise of coming back. The man you adored left without a word, the child you missed so much was gone, in danger. Greef lay his arm across your shoulder and tried to console you as best he could.

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You´ve had it! Sleepless nights of sorrow and midday stomach cramps of worry made place for determination and indifference towards the man that didn´t want you. The one who left without a second thought, clearly seeing that you were in despair, that you worried for him and the baby and yet, still decided to not let you help. You were still a teacher in the same school with the same passion for your students as before.

However after work, you wouldn’t just visit the high magistrate and then get home, no. Once you were done listening to Greef´s boisterous bickering about being a high magistrate smiling mildly to yourself, you would leave the city on your speeder bike into the barren landscape. Barren but home, said landscape was now helping to conceal you training your aim and body. Week after week, training session after training session, your aim became better. Much better. Your strength increasing. You always told yourself you did it to protect your students from any kind of eventual danger but the truth was, Navarro was anything these days but dangerous. You were fooling yourself, you knew that. You didn’t just do it for your students. You did it because you never wanted to feel so useless and helpless in front of someone you cared about ever again. Never wanting to be left behind again because you would just be a burden.

Of course you didn’t forget him or the child. Were they alive? Were they well? Where were they? All these questions were never answered for you. And so, the worry never left your insides. Neither did your longing for him. It angered you.

Panting, you stood amongst the rubble and splintered off shards of stone your blaster had ripped off of the massive boulders in front of you. Your blaster long holstered again you walked over to your speeder bike and ripped open your water flask. Gulping down you felt droplets of sweat roll down your back. You shivered. It felt like the fingers of that dirty Twi´Lek last night when he tried to chat you up in the cantina. While wiping your forehead you mounted your bike quickly, pulled up your scarf over your mouth and nose and took off back home. You pulled up to your new, small house at the center of the city and pushed your bike out of the way. You looked around the beautiful marketplace your house was facing and held your face into the warm sun for a minute. Inhaling deeply, you enjoyed the smell of flowers and trees as well as fresh water from the fountain in front of your house instead of sewer waist and corrosion.

In the corner of your eye you caught a certain movement you weren’t used to anymore and instantly you were put into high alert. Aggressive, quick walking. You felt their menacing energy rolling over everyone they passed, making their way towards…No! Over your dead body! You started briskly walking after the group of obvious pirates that were clearly not happy about how the old bounty hunter playground had changed. 

When they stopped in front of your school you immediately and unapologetically pushed yourself between them and up the four steps. Crossing your arms and standing rooted to the ground you faced them. “Can I help you fine folks with something?” you asked in a less than welcoming voice. Their leader huffed and seethed. “We came here to get a drink, girl. I suggest you move.” His hand wandered towards his hip. He was eying your own blaster clad at your thigh and seemed a bit bewildered that you had your arms still crossed over your chest, not reaching for it.

“This is a school now. Unless you want to drink some blue milk I suggest you leave without making a fuss.” Their leader rasped a dark chuckle. “School?” he asked. “You´ve got to be joking. What is Karga doing with this place?”

“He´s making it better than it ever was” you sneered offendedly. “Leave!”

“You should really watch how you talk to me, girl” the leader hissed. His yellow eyes narrowing. You saw the way his body tensed and you knew the situation became a bit more dangerous now. Very slowly you held his eyes and lowered your arms to your sides. Thumbing your blaster you waited with calming breaths. It happened in an instant.

His hand shot towards his own weapon when yours was already out ad firing. He yelped and held his injured hand, dropping his blaster. The next moment the other three were on you. One jumping up the steps and grabbing your arm. Yanking you forward and down towards his fellows. It didn´t take long. For months now you tested your limits to the max and now, you finally had the chance for an outlet of your constant worry and disappointment. With a frightening grin on your face you looked up at one of them, seeing with utter glee how he flinched away from you before you started raking havoc among them.

You were standing over them, breathing heavily, your fists still clenched. Walking backwards slowly, you watched as they got up slowly, coughing and holding various limbs with pained expressions. The leader looked at you from the ground and scrambled to get up. You didn’t flinch when he spoke in a strained voice filled with hatred. “You´ll regret this, you hear me?” You just rolled your eyes when you saw them limping away.

A small chuckle came from behind you and you immediately knew that deep voice. You turned and wanted to smile at Greef but halted in your movements immediately. You were sure you could hear your heartstrings snap. Sweat broke out on your skin for entirely different reasons than exhaustion and your blood suddenly felt like ice in your veins. Your throat tight and a lump forming, your eyes followed him as he knelt down and set the little green, squirming creature down on the ground.

Gone was the worry that had been lodged into your stomach as you saw him hurriedly making his way over to you with tiny, tiny steps. Beyond overwhelmed you fell to your knees there and then holding out your arms to the little creature all the while trying not to sob too violently. When he was only a few inches from you he stretched out his little arms and with the most beautiful little whimper, fell forward, clutching onto your trousers and burring his little face into your upper thigh.

Tears blurred your vision when the baby tried to climb into your lap and immediately you picked him up and pressed him to your neck, holding him as tightly as you would dare. For several long moments you basked in his little purring and the small touches he gave your neck and your face as you looked at him with utter happiness and relief. “Hey little one” you said with a heavy tongue. “How are you? I missed you.” The baby blinked up at your and again touched your wet cheek. You closed your eyes, breathing in deeply and trying to find the nerve to look at the beskar clad man standing close.

You didn’t have to even stand up for it. He moved into your space with confidence and knelt down in front of you. With your face heating up and a little ashamed you turned your head slightly to the side, not looking at him. He sighed deeply and you would be a liar if that modulated huff of air didn´t do something to you. But you were still angry, still hurt. He reached out and patted the baby´s head affectionately. “His name is Grogu” he simply said while trying to make you look at him. It worked. Your head whipped up so quickly you almost yelped at the sting in your muscles and stared at him and then at the child. “Grogu?” you whispered. With a little hoot he looked directly at you. You couldn’t help but grin like a maniac at this new information. “Grogu” you said again laughing and watched as the little baby looked back at the Mandalorian and then at you, blubbering happily.

You looked at him then. “Thank you…for telling me” you said sincerely. He nodded and helped you stand up with Grogu still clinging to you. Adjusting him in your arms you watched how Mando tilted his head looking at the two of you. You didn’t say anything. Somehow everything was how it used to be. He wasn´t strung like a nervous bow anymore, his desperation faded away. His boy was with him again. He seemed calmer than before. That’s probably why you felt the anger seep out of your body into the ground, disappearing. What was left was a pounding heart, bated breath and an old and yet new found pull towards him. You stepped into his space and to your surprise he let you. Although you couldn’t see his eyes or face, you knew that he looked at the two of you with utter devotion and fondness. There was something not quite outspoken yet between the two of you and you were both alright with the fact that it could wait. At least for right now. You were both where you wanted to be.

“I´m so sorry” he breathed out and you immediately shook your head, smiling kindly at him. “No, please listen” he said and lifted his hand laying it carefully to the side of your neck. Your heart almost exploding out of your chest you were sure he could feel your pulse hammering into his clothed hand.

“When they took him it was like I wasn’t there anymore. I was so hollow. In the last months, so many things happened and I will tell you everything but right now…I need you to know…I promised you something and I didn’t keep it. That´ll never happen again.” You had never heard him talk so much in your presence and stuttered out “Grogu…saving him was your priority and I understand. He matters to you.” Mando moved his hand into the back of your neck and the other one to your hip. “You matter,___!” he said with a strong voice that almost made your knees buckle. “You´ve always mattered and I was too much of a coward to see it.” He sighed again and pulled you closer to him. Grogu in your middle looking from him to you several times.

Whispering, the Mandalorian said “My name is Din Djarin and I´m an Apostate. I´m on my way to my home planet to atone and I need my family with me. All of them.” The way his voice almost broke and sounded so vulnerable you were sure that whatever he would ask of you, if you were able, you would give it to him. With a watery laugh you moved your free hand to his helmet and lay it where his cheek would be. Nodding your head quickly and laughing lightly you felt his hand on your hip tighten and slowly his helmet descended towards you.

With Grogu´s excited gurgling in your ears you closed your eyes the moment Din´s helmet touched your forehead. He pressed it a bit more firmly to your head and you pushed back, moving your head from left to right slightly. Again you could hear that modulated chuckle. It sounded so content your heart swelled thrice its size.

While the three of you were standing in front of your school, Din contently holding the two beings he cared about most in his arms, he almost kicked Greef´s ass when he began laughing.

“I always knew someday you would rid me of my most precious teacher, Mando, but tell me. How will you sweep her away in that tiny tin can of yours?” He laughed again Din turned to him, still holding onto your hip. You looked at him curiously. The razor crest was a massive ship. “What-?” you started a bit bewildered. Din looked at you as far as you could tell almost apologetically. “A lot happened Mesh´la. I´ll find a way to take you both.” Your whole body vibrating when he used the Mandalorian term of endearment.

Turning to Greef he said, “Help me out with a ship and I´ll lend you the N1 for the time being. I know you´ve been eying it.” Greef clapped his hands in triumph and yelled for some droids to organize a ship as well as his quarters for a lavish meal later. You weren´t listening to it really. You looked up at Din, his helmet already tilted to you. Grinning like an idiot you pressed a small kiss to Grogu´s fuzzy head and leaned your head on Din´s shoulder. When you felt his chest swell and his entire arm snake around your waist you knew, you were exactly where you needed to be. For yourself, for Grogu, for him. Your Din.

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Thank you very much for reading. If you want to leave a like, comment or reblog this story, I´d be very happy and my day would be made <3 I´m not sure if I should do a part 2 about this with Din removing his helmet ect. What do you think?  

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[archieimagines]

Imagine Din Djarin finding you asleep with Grogu.

i just wanna nap with grogu. this whole thing is entirely self indulgent, sue me. written by: archie

He emerged from the refresher after an hour, body and beskar finally squeaky clean. Sand was always too good at getting inside his armour, and after being swallowed whole by the krayt dragon outside Mos Pelgo, he knew he’d stunk of stomach acids and monster’s insides. As soon as the Crest was in hyperspace, he’d excused himself away to save both you and the Child from living with scrunched noses.

He felt much better now as he climbed up the hatch into the cabin, only to be met with a sight that brought out surprising warmth in his chest.

There you were, curled up in the Crest’s passenger seat, fast asleep. Your boots on the edge of the seat and knees drawn to point at the roof. With a stray blanket draped over your form and head bowed as you dozed, you’d never looked so cosy.

He stayed quiet and turned to the other seat to check on the Child, too- But he wasn’t there.

His brows furrowed behind his helmet. He glanced around, wondering if he was hanging by his feet like he so often was, but no. He was nowhere.

A gloved hand reached out to your sleeping from, about to shake your shoulder to ask, but-!

A soft gurgle. A twitch beneath the blanket over your chest.

The building panic melted away like it’d never existed.

He stepped in close and took the corner of the blanket, lifting it ever so carefully to not disturb either of you… And was greeted by a sight that brought surprising warmth to his chest.

His troublesome green blob was bundled safely in your arms, eyes closed and ears flopped against the fabric of your shirt. His head was nestled into your chest as soft babbles and gurgles spilled from his mouth, a little thread of drool attaching him to your shirt. It left a tiny patch of wetness that was uncommonly cute. He’d never looked so peaceful, Din mused.

He raised his eyes to your face. Peaceful, tired. It was clear you loved the Child like he was your own. With that, Din trusted you like no other.

In a pure moment of affection, he extended his finger to run a knuckle delicately down the bridge of your nose, then touched lightly on the kid’s hairy head. Each of you shuffled slightly at his touch, but didn’t wake. It was no surprise: he’d put you both through a lot that day.

He smiled to himself and tucked the blanket back the way he’d found it, soon settling into the pilot seat. He leant back and crossed his arms, allowing his eyes to fall closed, too.

With any luck, he’d see the two of you in his dreams.

#mandalorian imagine #mandalorian x reader #din djarin imagine #din djarin x reader #mando imagine #mando x reader #daddy mando #the mandalorian imagine #the mandalorian x reader #grogu #the child #i love him so much #im gonna cry #star wars imagine #the mandalorian #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader #written by archie

[absurdthirst]

Vivid {Mando x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6.4k

Warnings: SEX POLLEN, dubious consent, fuck or die, oral sex (male and female receiving), 69, face sitting, blindfolds, sex in the dark, vaginal sex, rough sex, overstimulation, cream pie, cum eating, masturbation

Comments: A chance encounter in the canyon just beyond Din's little house on Nevarro leads to a sticky situation. A vivid pink flower, a powerful aphrodisiac, and a need to fuck has Mando bringing you home.

Co-written with @pedropascalsx

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The changes around Nevarro are….nice. The little house that was deeded to Din is far enough away from town that he doesn’t feel crowded, yet it’s close enough that he can walk Grogu to the little school that he had enrolled him in. His journeys needed to include more socialization than bounty hunters, killer droids and Mandalorians. He needed to be able to move throughout many different cultures respectfully and what better place to learn than school?

Din’s own education happened in the Fighting Corps. Effective, but he had a mind to raise his adoptive son and apprentice better than his own teacher had. Especially since Grogu had an advantage that he had never wielded, the force. 

“No Grogu,” Din shakes his head and sighs softly as the fifty year old baby tries once again to float his little school pack off the shelf to where he is sitting. Wanting to go to school, even though it’s the weekend. “There is no school today.” 

****

It had been a long day so far, you’d run your usual errands and finished a few tasks around your home. A few of the children in your class had been requesting some more painting time during the week, and never one to dim anyone’s excitement for the arts, you couldn’t say no.

You like to make sure that art class is just as educational as it is fun, so you grabbed your book of plants and flowers and got ready to make your way out of town to collect and pick some plants and flowers for the kids to paint and learn to identify. 

The cool breeze was welcomed as you began your trip, a wicker basket hanging comfortably from the crook of your elbow as you made your way through the town, greeting everyone politely and with a warm smile as you did so. 

You like Nevarro. Especially as of recent, the town was much friendlier and a new sense of community had fallen across the planet. 

After a brief chat with one of your overexcited students and his parents you continued your walk while nibbling on some fresh fruit from a stall you had passed.

The kid is passed out in the little bed that Din had bought for him, the Mandalorian steps out of the house, striding off towards the canyon. He needs to tune his blaster, having replaced the plasma cartridge earlier. The domesticity is unusual, but he likes it, a set schedule and a home to make meals in. It’s oddly appealing, even though he does often wonder how the covert is doing on Mandalore.

After a nice breezy walk, your basket is almost full, you’ve picked multiple flowers and plants for the children to paint and learn about. The canyon is quiet, peaceful, the only sound coming from the soft breeze shaking the trees and the occasional twitter from the out of sight creatures. 

You’re just about to leave and make your way back home, before it catches your eye and steals your attention. A vivid shade of pink and standing alone. The petals are perfectly uniform and it’s the most perfect looking flower that you’ve ever seen.

Din sighs, seeing someone in the canyon ahead of him. There wouldn’t be any practice unless the person was just leaving. Making him huff under his helmet and hope that it wasn’t someone who is looking for trouble.

You kneel down in front of the flower, appreciating its beauty before reaching into your basket and pulling out your holopad. Unable to resist taking a few snaps of the gorgeous flower. 

Zooming in on the photo you notice a figure in the background that you immediately recognise as the father of Grogu - the new and unbelievably adorable little green foundling in your class. 

You place your holopad back in your basket, figuring he’ll want some space. He’s polite, not much of a talker but there’s something about him that’s… intense. The kind of intenseness that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand upright and makes that magic button downstairs pulse uncontrollably until it gets the attention it deserves. 

You gently snip the bottom of the stalk and gently scoop up the flower in your hands, inhaling its gorgeous and intoxicating scent and letting it flood your senses.

And then it hits you.

Walking closer, he recognizes that it’s Grogu’s teacher. You are a newcomer to Nevarro, at least, you hadn’t been here when it was a bounty hunter’s hive. One of the more gentle settlers, and it doesn’t hurt that besides him, you are Grogu’s favorite person. 

He smiles slightly under his helmet, wondering what you are doing out here in the canyon, although he spies the basket on your arm.

The effect is immediate, within seconds fire is coursing through your veins and pain meets a new type of pleasure in the most delicious way. 

Every nerve ending in your body is set alight, and the pleasure center in your brain is working overtime. Arousal floods your core, your nipples harden and your clit is pulsing with desperate need out of nowhere. 

You start to whimper as your legs threaten to fail beneath you, you’re still kneeling but you feel as though you’re about to collapse in a heap on the floor. The sounds that leave your mouth are nothing short of filthy, and you become more and more aware of your need for something to quench the flames that are burning stronger with every passing second.

Seeing you stumble, Din rushes forward. Hand on his blaster as he tilts his head up, searching for danger. Why else would a healthy woman nearly collapse? “Hey! Hey, get down!” 

“The flower,” you say with a breathy moan, “I think it’s the flower.”

He’s already reached your side, grabbing you and your basket and dragging you behind a craggy outcrop in the canyon, getting you to cover. Unaware of your moaned words,  they were too unintelligible. The pollen from the flower drifts under his helmet, not pressurized against contaminants and floods his nostrils in a heady rush.

“I don’t know what’s happening,” you babble, as you start to pull on the collar of your dress. The material feels much too constricting and far too warm despite the cool breeze.

“Dank ferik.” Din hisses, his own armor suddenly feeling as if it weighs more than the great forge on Mandalore. “It’s- it’s the pollen.” He croaks out, slapping the basket out of your hand, but he knows it’s too late.

“What’s w-wrong with the pollen?” You gasp out, unsure why your clothes feel heavy and your body is trembling uncontrollably. Your need to be touched now is desperate.

“It’s an aphrodisiac.” He grunts, cock already hardening and tenting the fabric of his flight suit. “It- it lasts for hours and-“ His eyes under his helmet widen as he remembers one particular trait of this toxic flower.

“And?” You ask frantically, “And what?”

“Your heart explodes if you don’t- uh, have sex.” His hand slaps against the rock wall of the canyon and he groans, thinking about an activity that he has long denied himself. He’s been too busy with the kid to seek out any companionship, even for a night.

“What?” You say with a pained laugh, “How is that -fuuuuck- how is that even possible?” The lace from your bra rubs painfully against your hardened peaks and you have to physically fight the urge to free yourself of your dress and bra.

He doesn’t fucking know, but the digital display in his helmet is broadcasting that fact as he looks down at the flower. “What the fuck were you doing with it?” He demands, trying to think about something other than pushing you against the rocks and burying himself in your cunt.

“I was just.. I’m picking flowers for the kids to paint,” you say between labored breaths, “Please, do something. It fucking hurts.” You start to beg, unsure what can be done.

He hadn’t anticipated that response. Groaning, he shakes his head. Knowing that a quick fuck in the canyon isn’t going to do it. Plus it’s too exposed out here. “Hold on to me.” He orders, stumbling next to you and wrapping his arm around your back before he kicks on his Rising Phoenix.

You squeal with shock as you’re shot upwards into the deep blue sky, your arms wrapping so tightly around The Mandalorian that it hurts.

Din’s groans are covered by the sounds of the jetpack and the wind. His cock is throbbing and leaking into the flight suit and he knows you have to be feeling worse. Your exposure was vastly greater than his own.

He senses the moment that the pain becomes too much for you to bear, his arms wrapping even tighter around you as you start to lose your grip. Pain shoots throughout your body as you whimper in his arms.

“We-it’s- it’s close.” He groans, his own body used to pain although he’s never experienced an arousal that might override all his senses like this before. All he can think about is stripping you down, burying himself in your body over and over until relief is finally achieved.

“I can’t hold on much longer,” you gasp, as the aching between your thighs grows stronger and more uncomfortable.

The outline of his small cabin appears and it can’t be a second sooner. His entire body is tense and his jetpack is nearly sputtering as it sets down on the ground in front of the remote dwelling. His star-fighter is parked off to the side and he is grateful that the baby is still asleep in his own little room.

His grip on you stays firm as you reach the ground, and he gently pulls you into his cabin. Spinning you around he presses you up against the door and gently palms your tit with his gloved hands.

“Tell me-“ Din groans and bites his lip under his helmet. “Dank ferik, tell me I can fuck you, Mesh’la.” He begs.

“You can fuck me,” you say with a moan as you press yourself up against him, desperate to feel him inside of you.

His head turns towards the door where Grogu is sleeping, relieved to find it still closed and he steps back to drag you away from the wall. “My room.” He demands, knowing the kid didn’t need to wake up and see anything.

“Yes, sir,” you say as you follow him on shaky legs into the room. Your clothes feel heavy against your skin, but you wait for his command to remove them. Standby patiently but writhing in discomfort as he walks towards you. “I need to take my dress off,” you say, as the material irritates your skin.

“Take it off.” He knows he will rip your dress if it touches it and he needs to get out of his armor. It’s chafing his skin and he’s overheating.

You immediately unzip the dress and let it fall to the floor, before working on your bra and panties. “Need you so badly,” you whine and you climb down onto the bed, and spread your legs. Dipping your fingers into your entrance and spreading some of your arousing through your folds and circling your clit.

“Dank ferik.” The armor clanks to the floor carelessly. Unable to treat it as reverently as he normally does. Fingers fumbling as his cock throbs, visor trained on your cunt.

“Hurry,” you beg, as you circle your clit faster, you’re soaked enough for him to slide right in with little resistance. “Am I allowed to touch you?” You ask as you continue working your clit, you know a little about Mandalorian creed but you’ve never fucked one before and want to make sure you’re respectful and you don’t cross any boundaries.

“I-I’m going to turn out the lights.” He groans, wanting to see you, touch you. And have you touching him. “And I need to blindfold you.”

“Whatever you need,” you say, as you turn your head so he can blindfold you. “I won’t touch you unless you explicitly tell me where it’s okay, and I promise the blindfold will stay on until you take it off.”

“You can touch me.” He is panting as he ties the blindfold and quickly strips out of the flightsuit and his boots. Even though he is burning, he hesitates when reaching for his helmet.

You reach out and let your fingers run across his chest, “Fuck,” you say, as your pussy clenches around nothing, “Want you to fuck me so badly, but I really wanna suck your cock first, Mando. I want to rub my little pussy while you fuck my throat.”

“No.” He chokes out, knowing that your body is screaming for release worse than his own is. It makes the decision easy and the click of the locks is accompanied by a slight hiss as he lifts the helmet off his head and it clatters to the ground.

“Oh,” you say, clearly disappointed but still rubbing your clit as fast as you can and chasing your release. “How do you want me?”

Din knocks your hand away and climbs up on the bed to pull you up and spin you around. A lifetime of training makes picking you up easy and he flips you onto your stomach on his chest. “Suck my cock and I’ll lick you.” He rasps out, his voice unmodulated and clear. “Never done it, but I want to. You need it.”

The sound of his voice is even sexier when unmodulated. Raspy and rough. Each word going straight to your pussy. “Yes, sir,” you say as you feel around and finally get his cock in your hand. It’s thick, veiny and dripping in pre-cum, the room is dark enough and the blindfold is opaque enough that you can’t see it but it feels glorious in your hands. You give him a teasing lick, lapping up all the pre-cum before taking the tip of him in your mouth.

Din groans, his gloveless hands reaching for your hips and his entire body shudders when he realizes that it’s full skin to skin contact. Dragging you back and immediately plunging his tongue inside your quivering and leaking cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” you choke out as you pull off his cock, loving the dexterous heat of his tongue. You take him back into your mouth and hollow your cheeks, your moans vibrating against his cock as he eats your pussy. For someone who said he’d never done this before he’s unbelievably skilled, eating you with such vigor that after a few minutes you can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.

There have been a lot of holo vids around oral sex in his past, learning and aching to try the things that he saw. Although he’s not got a forked tongue like some species, nor one as long, he still grunts in pleasure as you moan loudly around his cock. Rocking your hips back to taste you more, getting deeper into your cunt.

“Gonna cum,” you croak out around him, before swirling your tongue around the tip of him and pulling away before cumming with a loud whimper of the only name you know for him, “Fuck, Mando!’

Din nearly whimpers at the loss of your mouth but the sweetness of your cum makes up for it. Soaking his face like he’s never experienced before. His cock throbs and he pulls away. “Close.” He chokes out, knowing he’s going to cum from this alone.

You take him back into your mouth and double down on your efforts, sucking him harder and licking your tongue around him. You take him as deep as you can, working the bottom of his shaft with your hands, saliva dripping everywhere as you work him towards his high. Needing to feel his cock twitch and start to flood your mouth with his cum.

It doesn't take him but a few more seconds when your mouth wraps back around him for Din to start to cum. Groaning out your name harshly, it's the only warning you get when he shoots a hot rope of cum down your throat, immediately followed by another.

You swallow around him, humming at the rich yet salty taste of him. Not letting a single drop go to waste, eagerly awaiting each burst as your mouth milks him dry. He’s delicious, salty and musky and you want more. You keep sucking until he orders you to stop and you slowly pull off of him with a groan.

Even though he's cum, his body still aches, his cock is still hard and he knows you aren't satisfied either. "My tongue or my cock in your cunt this time?" He pants out, needing to know where to bury his cock again.

“Your cock, please,” you beg as you lift off of him, “Do you want me to ride you, Sir?”

"For now." He knows you might need him desperately and he wants to see how much you are willing to grind on him for his cock.

His harsh tone makes your chest clench, but you push away that feeling and position yourself over him, slowly sinking down on this thick cock and moaning loudly as he stretches you open. His cock fills you entirely, your walls flutter and hug his cock as you get used to the delicious stinging from how stretched out you are from him. You start rocking your hips slowly, before increasing your pace, grinding down on him over and over. Desperate moans slipping through your plush lips as a wave of euphoria floods through you.

The darkness is just enough that he can see you move. A shadow and he wishes that he could turn the lights back on but he can't risk your blindfold coming loose. It's barely a loophole and technicality of the creed, but you can't see him. Not unless you were going to bind yourself to him.

“You feel so good,” you choke out, as you rock your hips a little faster. “So big. So thick.” You murmur again and again as your pace quickens, chasing a high and feeling a desperate need to have him cum hard and paint your walls with his delicious cum.

"Fuck." Din chokes out, puffing up at the praise. It's better than the moans with his cock in your mouth and he palms your tits, plucking at them and pinching your nipples while you bounce on his length.

“Tell me what you need,” you moan, “Fast or slow? Need you to feel good, baby, want to feel this cock fill me up.”

Din curses again. "Fuck, fast." He hisses, squeezing your tits harshly. "Fucking ride me hard."

You do as he commands, increasing your pace and bouncing up and down on him as fast as you can, moaning in pleasure as he hits that spot inside of you. Your hands cover his as he squeezes your tits, holding on tightly as he starts to fuck up into you, matching your pace with his own.

The loud sounds of sex fill his room. His hips snapping up as you bounce down on his cock. Both of you moaning and cursing greedily as the fire of the pollen rages in your systems. He knows you’re craven for his cum, the only thing that can soothe the effects of the flower.

You reach down and start to circle your clit, as you keep the same pace, wanting to clamp down around him and hear those delicious groans from him. “You’re incredible,” you pant as you near your high, circling your clit with perfect precision as he fucks up against nirvana inside of you. “Gonna cum,” you warn, before pleasure washes over you and squeeze his cock like a vice. Yelling his name as you cum, hard.

Letting go of your tits, he grabs your hips again and starts the hammer up into you. His hold on your body is the only thing keeping you from being thrown up into the air. Harsh punches of his cock that hit deep and wrench a cry out of you every time he hits your cervix, he can’t even care if it hurts you because you gush another wave of heat around him.

“Fuck,” you choke out, as he pushes the air from your lungs with every thrust. You’ve never been fucked like this before, but it’s addicting, you crave more and more from him with each harsh thrust of his hips. “Fill me up,” you beg, each word more strained as his pace quickly overwhelms you.

His arms wrap around you and he’s thrusting up into you like you are his personal fuck toy. “Fuck, fuck, gonna, fuck- fill you up.” He promises, grunting out a word every time he buries his cock into your spasming cunt. One harsh thrust later and a harsh bark of your name, he delivers on that promise. Cumming just as hard and as much as when he came down your throat only minutes before.

Falling forward onto him your face nuzzles into the crook of his neck, he’s still hard and twitching inside of you but a wave of exhaustion starts to make an appearance. You pant into his warm skin, arms tightly wrapped around him and you can’t ignore how tense he is. You’re unsure if you’ve crossed a line, but you need to catch your breath again before you’re able to move off of him and ask how he wants you next.

Din is tense from how close you are to his face. It’s been so long but you don’t reach up to touch it. Your arms around his shoulders and your face tucked into his neck. He rolls you onto your back and starts to rock into you again. Knowing that the night isn’t over by a long shot.

You moan as he rocks into you, his stamina clearly better than your own as you attempt to gather up some strength. But he seems content to pick up the slack as your pussy flutters around him and your walls hug him tight. “Are you allowed to kiss me?” You ask, barely above a whisper as his hips snap forward.

Din groans and he nods even though you can’t see him. “Can I?” He breathes above your lips. He’s never kissed before and right now as he fucking you both through a dangerous exposure to sex pollen seem to be a good time to experience it.

“Yes, please.” You plead softly, wanting to taste his lips despite not knowing what they look like. Not caring at all that you have no idea what he looks like.

Permission granted, he crushes his lips to your in a messy kiss. Much less coordinated than when he licked into you, he had avoided kissing holo vids because he had felt jealous.

You giggle a little at the way he smashes his lips against yours, before lightly touching his chin and taking the lead. Licking his bottom lip gently until he parts his lips enough for you to slip your tongue inside and press it against his own. It doesn’t take long until he’s mastering the art and taking control, his lips now refusing to part from yours as he rocks his hips into you. Kissing you just as hard as he fucks you, changing up the pace every now and then and swallowing your moans of delight.

Groaning into your mouth is like ambrosia. You are the best thing he’s ever tasted and he can’t get enough. His cock steadily fills you with strokes and his tongue mimics the motion into your mouth as he pants his pleasure loudly.

With a few more strokes of his cock, he has you clamping down around him and crying out the name you know him by in pleasure. The stuttering of his hips as your pussy acts like a vice around him makes him grunt your name before pulling you in for another breathtaking kiss. The effects of the pollen start to lessen but the effects of him growing stronger. Everything about him is consuming, his scent, the power he commands and with every snap of his hips and grunt of your name; you want more and more.

Din can barely rock his hips but the clenching and squeezing of your cunt pushes him over the edge. This time he is moaning your name into your mouth while pushing more cum into your pussy. Sliding down your cheeks and soaking his bed underneath you in growing puddle.

“Fuck, Mando,” you say against his lips, with a bright smile. “Picking that flower was the best decision I've made in months.” You love the way he twitches inside of you, your walls still hugging him tightly as he groans against your mouth. You gently run your hand up and down his back as he works on catching his breath.

“Din.” There are plenty of people who know his name now and he doesn’t see why you shouldn’t. Given that he had just fucked the life out of you and still had a few more rounds in him before the pollen is completely gone. “My name. It’s Din.”

“Din,” you repeat softly, “I like that. Din.” You press a light kiss to his lips before repeating his name a few more times. “Do you think I can jerk you off next? My pussy isn’t used to being fucked this good. Give her a little break before you fill her up again?”

“Do you want my mouth again?” He asks, knowing you might still need something. “I can just suck on your clit.”

“Are you sure?” You ask, “I know you said that was the first time you did it, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to do it again if you don’t want.”

“I liked it.” Din twitches inside you as he admits that and kisses you again. “Unless you didn’t like it?”

“I loved it,” you giggle, “Can’t believe that was the first time you’ve done it. Best oral I’ve ever had.” 

“Good.” He grunts happily. “Then I’ll do it again.” He pulls out of you and rolls onto his back.

“You want me to sit on your face and I can jerk you off as you eat my pussy, baby?”

“Fuck yes.” Din groans. “Want to taste your cunt filled with my cum.”

“Fuck,” you moan at his filth, “Yes, sir.” He helps you position over his face, and you hover a few inches above his mouth before reaching down and gripping his cock. Giving it a few languid strokes before finding a pace that has him groaning. “I bet you’ve got a gorgeous cock, Din, I can feel how good it is. But fuck. It’s so thick and long and those veins… I.. fuck. It’s so perfect.” You tell him before he pulls you down and starts to eat your pussy like a man starved. You work his cock like it’s the most important job in the work, each flick of your wrist designed to make him groan and grunt with pure pleasure. “Do you like that? Do you like me stroking your cock while it’s still dripping with my cum, Din?”

He huffs, nodding his head as he continues to lick and taste both of you combined. He’d love it if you sucked his cock again but your hand is good too. Tilting your hips up, he finds your clit and sucks it into his mouth.

“Fuck, Din,” you yell out as he sucks on your clit, “Maker- I could get used to this.” You squeeze his cock a little harder, changing the pace from fast to slow. Wiping your thumb across the tip and gathering up the pre-cum to taste on your fingers. He groans as you let him, bringing your fingers up to mouth and licking them clean before gripping his cock again. “Going to suck your cock again after this, you taste so good, baby.”

Din groans and sucks on your clit harder, pushing his tongue against it and releasing it to lick it and suck it back into his mouth to start the entire process over again. He could get used to this too. Eating your pussy every night and having you on his cock.

“Diiiiiiinnnnnn,” you moan, over and over as he works magic on your clit. You stroke his cock over and over as his hips stutter, “Gonna c-cum.”

He pulls away just to gasp out, “me too.” Before he’s reattaching his lips to your clit like a hungry sucker fish.

“Din, Din, Din,” you chant his name over and over like a sacred prayer, pumping his cock until he’s spurting out thick ropes of cum, cum that you’ve desperate to scoop up and lick from your fingers. You feel your pussy clench down around nothing as your orgasm pulses through you, soaking his face with your arousal as he continues his delicious assault on your bundle of nerves.

You stopped stroking his cock, too focused on your own pleasure but you squeeze him. Making him pulse as his balls draw up against his body again.

“Din,” you pant one last time, as he grunts beneath you. You feel his cock twitching in your hands, clearly desperate for more release, and you resume your strokes. Milking him free of his pleasure and loving the way it pants your skin. Your fingers, wrists and arms are covered in his cum. All of it begging to be licked clean.

Letting go of your clit, Din groans your name as you stroke his cock and milk it of every drop of his release.

The second he stops cumming, you gently let it go and start cleaning it from your skin. Moaning at the taste and humming in content as you swallow it all down. “You taste delicious, Din.”

His cock is still hard but he’s not desperate to be inside you. The fire in his veins nearly burned away and it will only take once more before it’s all done. “You taste good, Mesh’la.” He praises roughly. “Could taste you everyday and be a happy man.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you say with a giggle. “It’s wearing off, I think, it doesn’t burn as badly but I think I can go again. You wanna fuck my mouth or my pussy this time, baby?”

“Is your pussy too sore?” He asks, knowing he’s been rough with it.

“I can take you again, I’m definitely going to be feeling you for a while, but I'm not complaining.”

“Why don’t you ride me then?” He asks, stroking your hip. “You can kiss me this time.”

“Perfect,” you say, wasting no time and getting into position and sinking down on him again. You press your lips against his and start to rock your hips, the ache between your legs getting drowned out with pleasure as he matches your pace.

"Shit, shit, fuck,  you are so tight?" Din groans in surprise. "How are you still so tight? We've been fucking for hours." He doesn't stop touching you, anywhere and everywhere he can while you ride him, stroking your back, your hips, sweeping his hands up to your breasts. Greedy for that skin to skin contact now that he's not quite as focused on cumming. "Kiss me, mesh'la." He begs.

You immediately press your lips to his, and moan into his mouth. His hands feel perfect on you, they explore your body with ease as you rock up and down, chasing relief once more around his cock.

This time is less frantic. It’s slower and almost more intimate. It’s almost like you are making love.

“Need you to cum,” you murmur against his lips, exhaustion taking its toll on your fucked out body, as you rock your hips slowly. His thumb pressed up against your clit as you chase some friction

“I will.” He promises. “After you, Mesh’la.”

You move your hips just a little faster, still keeping the pace slow and intimate. His thumb circles your clit perfectly as you grind down on him, cunning with a soft moan of his name, clamping down around him and relishing the groans of pleasure he fills your ear with. “Cum for me, Din,” you plead, as you can come back down.

Now that he feels your entire body melt, he knows the pollen has worked completely out of your system. “Good girl.” He grunts, rocking his hips as he wraps his arms around you. “I’m gonna fill you up again.”

“Please,” you beg, needing to feel his release. “Please, Din.”

He doesn't rush, knowing that you have to be exhausted at this point. Only his ability to go beyond his limits allows him to keep rocking his hips up. As soon as he cums, he knows he will pass out to sleep for a good while. You are almost asleep as he fucks you.

You sink your face into the crook of his neck, unsure how you’re going to find the strength to pull yourself out of bed and make your way home. Rocking your hips more and more, his release clearly moments away, you ride him harder, determined to give him every bit of his pleasure.

"Fuck." He groans and thrusts up one more time to bury himself deep. Throbbing again and feeling your walls grip him tight when he starts to spill inside of you again. Groaning your name quietly as he fills you. Feeling the heat and need of the pollen falling away with the last pulse of his orgasm. 

“Din,” you murmured into his skin, “Tha-thank you.” Exhaustion rumbles in your joints, everything aches, but everything feels worth it when you’re wrapped up in his arms.

"Sleep, mesh'la." He hums, his hand sliding up and down your back gently. He's still inside you and doesn't want to pull out right now. He wants to sleep inside you. "I know you are exhausted."

You hum happily into the crook of his neck, letting him move you slightly and wrapping his arms around you. “Goodnight, Din.” 

Sleep comes easier than it has in months, safely pulling you into slumber as he gently rubs your back and holds you tight to him.

Sometime during the night, Din wakes up. opening his eyes and letting his vision adapt to the darkness. He's softened and is barely inside you but it was probably the most relaxed and the best sleep that he's ever had. Possibly in his entire life. Reaching up, Din gently unties the blindfold that is still firmly over your eyes. He's decided that he wants you to see him. Or have the choice if you wanted him to turn on the lights. Now he just holds you, waiting for you to wake up.

Waking up, you hum contentedly in his arms, nuzzling your nose into his warm skin. The fact he’d removed your blindfold not fully registered yet as you wish him a ‘good morning.’ It’s only as you pull back and the light hits your eyelids that you realize the blindfold is off. “Din,” you say quietly, “Is it ok to open my eyes?”

"Opening your eyes comes with consequences, mesh'la." He admits quietly. "I am not allowed to let anyone see my face. Or I become darmanda." He explains. "I would no longer be Mandalorian."

“What do you want me to do?” You ask, before pressing your lips against his, “Tell me.”

"There is a way that you can see me and I am still Mandalorian." He tells you, slightly nervous about what you would think. It's crazy, but he couldn't stop thinking about it when he woke up. 

“Tell me,” you repeat, “If you want to.”

"If you are my riduur....you can see my face without any consequences."

“Riduur?” You repeat slowly, “What is that?”

“Spouse.” He whispers the Basic word and waits for your reaction.

“Oh,” you say quietly, before bringing your hands up to his chin and gripping it gently. “Riduur,” you repeat, loving the way it sounds, “You could see me as yours one day?”

“You would be mine then.” He tells you. “If you want.”

“I want to be yours,” you say against his lips.

“Then open your eyes, Mesh’la.” He murmurs softly. “You can look at me before we say our vows.”

You kiss him first, pressing your lips firmly against his before pulling back and slowly opening your eyes. Staring deeply into his brown eyes and feeling a smile spread across your face as you take in his features. “Gorgeous,” you say quietly, before letting your fingertips gently run across his face.

His eyes softly and his lips part when your fingers drag across them. He’s been touched by Grogu but this is different. “Pleasant enough? Or should I put my helmet back on?” He jokes self-consciously.

“You’re perfect,” you say honestly, “I can’t believe you’d want me. You’re gorgeous.”

“You are mesh’la, it is Mando’a for beautiful.” He hums, smiling up at you.

“Mesh’la,” you repeat, “You are mesh’la, Din.”

Biting his lip, he says, “repeat after me. Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.”

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde,” you say as clearly as you can, eyes still focused on his as you do so.

Din grins. “It is our vows.” He explains. “It means - We are one when together, we are one when parted, we share all, we will raise warriors."

“We are one.” Taking his hand you bring it to your lips and place a small kiss on it. “Yesterday took an unexpected turn… But I’m so glad I picked that flower.”

He snorts and shakes his head. “Good thing I wasn’t secretly a Gungan under my helmet.” He teases.

You giggle back at him before pulling him in for another kiss, “I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk normally for the next few days, you realize that right?”

“That’s to be expected.” Din flashes you a dirty grin. “Make sure you tell them that when we go to Mandalore.”

“So every time you fuck me, I’m going to be feeling it for days?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.

“Not every time, but when you’re fucking to stay alive, I’ll make sure you feel it.” He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you and grinning up at you. “You can pick those flowers anytime you want….riduur.”

“I might just have to do that,” you giggle, “Thank you for saving my life, Din.”

“I think I’ve gotten a pretty good reward.” Din hums. He had settled here for Grogu and it was a nice little place, maybe a little lonely since he’s not so busy, but now he has a feeling he will never be lonely again. Not with you by his side.

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[angelltheninth]

Touch Starved Din Djarin Headcanons

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, cuddles, trust issues, kissing, injuries, soothing kisses

A/N: Best space dad is so bad at feelings and expressing what he needs.

Wants your touches, he wants them so bad but he just doesn't know how to ask for them, he's never been good at that

Sure there have been people that he's allowed to touch him, of course

But craving it? Needing it? Needing, no, wanting you close to him, for him to hold you, nuzzle against you, fall asleep with his head on your chest and your fingers running through his hair... that's all a novelty

His whole life he thought he would never be scared of anything, until he is confronted with these new feelings

When you touch his hand he tangles your fingers together

When you're walking he will walk very close to you, wrap his arm around your lower back if it's a new or a more shady area

Perks up when you walk up and wrap your arms around his shoulders while he's in the pilot seat

Studies your hand in comparison to his and how much rougher his is from the way he was raised and how he had lives, how much rougher... he is compared to you

Isn't ticklish but has a few weak spots that make his stomach fill with butterflies, most notably the nape of his neck and his jaw

Always leans into you, or backs up against you when you touch or kiss those spots, silently expressing his desires

Never asks for kisses from you, when things get heated they're heated, but otherwise he always waits for you to initate

Hates getting hurt in front of you, it hurts more to see that sad, scared, worried look in your eyes then it does to actually sustain the injury

Somehow your touch and kisses are even gentler when now, not those are almost ticklish, maybe if he wasn't in pain

It's harder to cuddle with you when he's injured, and do anything more of course, so if nothing else those are extra reasons for him to be more careful

That being said he kind of likes someone taking care of him, making him feel cared for

Loves to kiss your hands, neck and the tip of your nose

Whenever he can he will have you in his lap, or in some way have your body fully pressed against his

This is especially true in the morning when he walks up to you all sleepy and drapes his hands loosely on your hips, his front pressed to your back and his mouth seeking the marked area of your neck

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[eashn]

You’re an Idiot Darling - Ch. 1

Rating: Explicit (18+ only) | Mando x Reader

series masterlist | AO3 Link

Word count: 2.7k 

Summary: The Mandalorian needed you to fix the Crest, but then, he went and got stabbed. Now, he needs you to fix him up, too.

A/N - this is the first of a multipart Hurt/Comfort series. Later chapters contains smut.

WARNINGS for this chapter: Violence, no use of Y/N, knives, Star Wars guns, minor antagonist death, swearing, blood

Everything was cast in liquid gold. As dusk fell, the junkyard glowed. Piles of litter and scrap metal glimmered in the final rays of sun—drenched in buttery light.

Despite the scene, something else on the horizon had caught your eye. You rose, wiping the sweat from your brow. No way, you thought. There’s no way.

The Mandalorian’s beskar armor gleamed in the dwindling light as he made his way toward you. You grinned. 

The setting sun rippled across the broad planes of him as he approached, and for a second you saw the same dark, intimidating hunter you’d met so many months ago. You remembered that day distinctly: scrambling out of your workshop as the Razor Crest all but collapsed into your docking bay. In your line of work, that was what you called a “crash landing.” 

“Seems like spaceport control lets anyone on-world these days,” you called out. “Or did you just crash that kriffing ship onto my planet again?” 

Predictably, the bounty hunter said nothing in response. You snorted, all too familiar with his deadly stoicism. After you fixed his Maker-damned ship that first time, he seemed to realize you had a knack for working miracles at a bargain price. So he came back a few weeks later—his nameless green baby in tow. Then, after a month, they came back needing fresh repairs. 

And then, it happened again. And again. Until months had passed, and you’d both become part of each others’ routines. Trust didn’t come easy to Mando; distance and secrecy were just as much a part of his armor as the beskar itself. But after all this time, you’d caught glimpses of what lay beneath it all. It was…unexpected. Soft-spoken. Sarcastic. And stars, did the sight of it entice you to peel more and more of his rigid surfaces away. 

Fuck. 

You hated yourself for it. For these fat, kriffing feelings you’d begun harboring for the Mandalorian. 

You had no idea what he looked like under there; you didn’t even know his name. And yet, this inane, cavewoman part of you felt a thrill up her spine each time he showed up in his piece-of-junk ship. You reveled in the easy banter that crackled between you—shivered at every accidental contact with his massive frame. The coolness of his pauldron on your bare shoulder, or the warmth of his gloved fingers on your arm: every morsel of his touch was engraved into your mind.

Stars, you just wanted to help him. Not with tools and scrap metal, but something softer. Warmer. You wanted to ease the tension from those hulking shoulders after a bad hunt, take all his stress, rage, and frustration away. You wanted the devastating strength beneath that armor to shift and quiver beneath your hands; the calluses from his blaster to scrape against your skin; that rough, throaty baritone to whisper your name, snarl praise right into your ear—

BANG! 

You froze. 

A gunshot had pierced the night. 

In horror, you watched as half a dozen men leapt from the shadows behind Mando, carrying blasters. You grabbed your own gun, barreling toward him. 

“Don’t!” Mando growled in your direction, but you weren’t listening. Six men—mercenaries, by the look of them—were converging on him. He was a frenzy of violent motion: his blaster in one hand and a wicked-looking vibroblade in the other. Darting back and forth, he slashed one man with the knife, then turned to shoot another point-blank in the head. 

It was carnage. Chaos. 

Amidst it, you caught sight of a small, glimmering object. Mando’s kid—his little floating crib. And behind it, a single attacker emerging with his blaster raised, aiming for its surface—

You didn’t think twice before taking aim and shooting the man where he stood. 

The mercenaries went still, watching their comrade fall. You didn’t dare slow down. Even with the distance between you, you could see the taut silence that had overtaken Mando’s frame. You watched the slow shift of his helmet in your direction. 

Then, you watched him realize the mistake his attackers had made. As the mercenaries stood dumbly in shock, Mando holstered his blaster. And with a lightning-quick flick of his wrist, he unleashed a bombardment of dart-like bullets from his vambrace. Whistling birds, you remembered. They were bullets made of beskar. Tiny, but just as lethal as the man that wore them. 

They rained upon the mercenaries, dropping them like flies. By the time you came to where he stood, all six men were on the ground. 

“Stars, Mando,” you panted, doubling over. 

Stoic as ever, he loomed over you. 

“You can shoot,” he said finally, the words deathly quiet. You turned your head to look up at him. 

“Um. Yeah.”

“Is he…?”

“Alive. Only stunned,” you answered the unspoken question. 

He said nothing for a moment. You flipped the blaster in your hand, flicking the weapon’s safety on before tucking it into the waistband of your trousers. The motions were easy and practiced. When you faced Mando again, you found him silently watching them. 

“Where’d you learn how to shoot?” he asked. 

“Uh,” you started. He was observing you with rapt curiosity, fixated on the gun currently sticking out of your pants. Kriff, why was he looking at you like that? “Don’t—don’t worry about it. It doesn’t matter.” As a lone mechanic on a crime-ridden planet, you did business with enough seedy people to acquire a sparkling education in self-defense. Learning to shoot was a necessity, more than anything. But Mando seemed…oddly intrigued by this unexpected skill set of yours. The way he was looking at you right now—with that dark, keen interest? 

Oh, stars. Cavewoman You stirred.

FOCUS, you screamed at yourself, shaking your thoughts away. Six men had just attacked Mando, and the logical part of your brain demanded to know why. “Mando, who the hell are these guys?” 

“Mercenaries,” he replied, tart and abrupt.

Well no shit, tin can. You knew he’d given a half-answer on purpose—there was more he wasn’t saying. “But why exactly are mercenaries after you?”

He went silent. “Well?” you prodded. 

“Well, what?” 

Fuck. This was classic Mando. All terse replies and feigned ignorance when he wanted to avoid a question. But the fact that he was evading meant…something was wrong. What kind of trouble had he gotten himself into this time?

“No. We’re not doing this.” You shook your head irritably. 

“Doing what?”

“This!” you snapped. “This beating-around-the-bush routine you pull when you don’t want to tell me the truth!” 

“I’m not—” But Mando hesitated. Going quiet again, he gazed at you. 

In the time that’d passed since he showed up, the sun had dipped fully below the horizon. By now, the sky’s reds and purples were fading into perfect black. He appraised you beneath the falling darkness, marking the indignant stare you were giving him. You watched him with scrutiny of your own, taking in the broad, shadowed expanse of his armored shoulders. 

“Please,” you said suddenly, your resolve fracturing. For you knew Mando. When shit hit the fan, his first instinct was to push people away, especially when they wanted to help. It was the conditioned habit of a man painfully used to doing everything alone. After all the time you’d known each other, you tried to convince him he wasn’t alone. He had allies. Friends. And they could help him when things went wrong, if only he let them in. 

“Please,” you repeated. “Just—just tell me what’s going on.” 

Maybe he saw the anger bleed out of your face, or heard the tremor in your voice. Because when he looked at you this time, something in that rigid stance had softened. He loosed a heavy sigh. And then, impossibly, he spoke. 

“I don’t know for sure, but…I think they’re Guild. And it’s not me they’re after.” His voice was a tight growl through the helmet when he said, “It’s the kid.” 

Your heart dropped. Well, that explained why he didn’t want to tell you.

You’d fixed enough ships for enough bounty hunters to have a working knowledge of how they operated: bound by the Bounty Hunter Code, Guild members were forbidden from attacking each other. You figured that also forbade threats against each others’ adoptive children. Which could only mean…

“There’s a bounty on his head,” you breathed, the realization knocking the air from your lungs. Mando nodded gravely. 

You stepped past him, rushing towards the floating crib that hovered a few feet away. Jabbing the controls at its side, you watched the lid slide open to reveal a familiar green face. The child cooed when he saw you, his huge, glassy eyes twinkling in the dim light. 

“Hey, little guy,” you murmured, stroking his chubby cheek with your knuckle. He giggled at the touch, and you felt your heart clench. How could anyone send a hunter after him?

“Since when?” you asked, feeling Mando come up beside you. 

“Months now.” You turned to find him gazing at the child. While the beskar revealed nothing, you imagined his features were drawn with concern beneath it. 

Months, you realized. That could easily mean the entirety of the time you’d known the two. Sometimes, in these rare moments when another chunk of Mando’s secrecy fell away, you often felt unmoored: left wondering what else lay hidden beneath all his silence. You found yourself asking if he really even trusted you. If, after all this time, you even knew the bounty hunter at all. 

But today, he’d already revealed far more than you were used to. Silently, you thanked the stars for it. At the very least, it was a start. 

“I’m gonna hazard a guess,” you drawled, letting derision drip into your voice, “that these guys are the same reason the Crest needs repairs?” 

He grunted an affirmative. Kriff, you didn’t like the sound of that. “How bad is it this time?” you asked, afraid to hear the answer. 

A beat. And then—

“Bad.” 

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. Mando gave an apologetic little dip of the head. “Shouldn’t you be glad?” he chided. “It’s more credits out of my pocket.”

“Hard to be glad when I know I’ll be spending another sleepless night fixing that dumpster fire of a ship.” 

Images of the Razor Crest’s decrepit engines and carbon-scored hull rose to mind. By now, you knew every inch of that damned ship by heart. The Crest was, frankly, an embarrassment. Just remembering the maddening details of her ancient schematics had your expression souring in distaste. 

Then, Mando said, “Hey,” and your eyes snapped to him. “Be nice,” came his gruff voice through the vocabulator. 

And suddenly, a slew of…other images rushed to mind. Memories of late nights in your hanger with the dark ship looming over you, and the Mandalorian pacing back and forth as you worked. You remembered lighting the fire when the open air got cooler—sitting with him by the crackling flame. Just talking. At some point, the curt, businesslike nature of your conversations had given in to rippling chemistry: the edge of your snark sliding perfectly against the wryness of his sarcasm. And though some part of him always remained distant from you, sometimes, a certain closeness bloomed beside the heat of the fire. 

Your bare leg beside his armored thigh. The accidental brush of beskar on skin. That time he stood watching you repair the ship’s circuits, and leaned in to rub his thumb across your jaw. The way he froze when you jumped at the touch. And murmured, “Easy. There was grease.”  

“We need to get back to my hanger,” you said, forcefully shooing the thoughts away. Focus—you needed to focus. 

“What’s the damage to the ship?” you asked, turning from him and beginning to pace through the junkyard. 

“One of the thrusters, her hull took a hit—comms were down, too, or I’d have let you know we were coming,” he said. Then, he paused, watching as you sidestepped around the heaps of junk metal and rummaged through a pile or two. “What—are you looking for something?” 

“My rucksack,” you growled, rifling through the scraps. “Kriff, it’s around here somewhere.” It was the whole reason you were in the local junkyard in the first place: restocking your inventory of spare parts. You enjoyed mechanic work, but the job had a tendency to make one feel like a glorified Jawa sometimes. 

“I can’t leave without it,” you said. “In any case, I’ll need some of those parts to fix the Crest, and….wait.” 

Something clicked in your head. “Mando, if your comms aren’t working, how’d you know where to find me?” 

You turned to find him following after you, the kid’s pod trailing close behind. “You told me about this junkyard once,” he replied. Yes, you had. “I would’ve checked the market next, then the taverns in town.” All the other places you’d ever mentioned to him, even in passing.

“Were you just…going to check everywhere till you found me?”

“Lucky first try,” he replied. 

You scoffed. At his nonchalance—at the fact that he even remembered such tiny things about you. Then, you fought the warmth bubbling up in your chest at the sheer domesticity of it. 

Your rucksack lay beside a heap of junk metal a few steps away; you made a small sound of relief, grabbing it. “Let’s get out of here,” you said, heaving the bag over your shoulders. “It’s already dark, and let me tell you, this side of town isn’t a place you want to be this late at night.” 

“Which is why you carry a blaster.”

If it was supposed to be a question, it didn’t come out like one. As you walked, Mando was watching you with that keen curiosity again. You gave him a look. 

“You know, Mando, all this disbelief feels a tad offensive,” you said drily, unable to stop the grin from spreading across your face. “Sounds like sexism to me. Pure misogyny.”

“Really,” he deadpanned. 

“Yeah, really.” 

He took a slow, careful step towards you. Your breath caught. 

“That’s rich,” he said quietly, “considering how often you’ve used the phrase testosterone-fueled jackass as of late.” 

You both stopped in your tracks. There was barely a foot between you now. His powerful shoulders were a wall of steel in your face. Shit, you thought, fucking shit. Because as Mando stared down at you with that little tilt of his helmet, you felt your blood begin to pound in your ears. 

Your brain’s circuitry was frying. Switching off every thought but the sight of him, his heat, and his scent. Apparently, from this close, he smelled like gunpowder, warm leather, and musk. 

You tried and failed to fight the needy, sordid thoughts that revelation brought to mind. 

Maker, he was a jackass, wasn’t he. He was a complete and utter bastard for being so perfectly unaware of the effect he had on you. For months, the Mandalorian had been luring you into an unstable orbit, wearing your guard down while keeping all his armor on himself. He made you crave stupid, reckless things. And stars—sometimes, between the heated arguments and passing touches the two of you shared, you found yourself wondering if he craved those things, too. 

It really couldn’t have been just platonic. Right? This strange, fascinated way he reacted to the sight of a gun in your hand—it…it wasn’t normal. But then again, there was no logical way that Mando was somehow aroused by seeing you get violent. That made absolutely no sense. 

…Or did it? 

You were this close to just asking him, honestly. But then, your gaze flicked up to his helmet. And the question died in your mouth. 

He was motionless. The dark line of his visor was silently fixed upon something in the distance. In a moment’s notice, he went completely tense before you. 

“What?” you breathed, feeling the air shift. 

He said nothing. 

“Mando? Mando.”

Talons of fear grazed their way up your throat. 

“Mando!” you cried. You turned to follow his line of sight, only to find:

A bright plume of dust on the otherwise dark horizon. Rippling and writhing, it steadily moved closer. You had no idea what you were looking at—you only knew that it was gaining on you. Fast. 

Then, you listened. You heard the telltale rattle of engines, rumbling through the quiet night. Speeder bikes. 

Fuck. Fuck. 

You looked closer, and sure enough: the glow of their headlights. More than twenty mercenaries riding speeders, hurtling right toward you.

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[mushrubes]

Proud of you

Masterlist | Star Wars Masterlist |

Requested : no!

Prompt  43. “I am so proud of you.” + 54. “Please don’t cry.”

Pairing : Din Djarin x (they/them) Jedi! reader (No use of Y/n!)

Type : Tiny angst and fluff :)

Word count : 930

have a great day/night!! <3

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It was weird walking around without Grogu now - and it was evident it had been taking a toll on Din. First, he’d lost his ship, then Grogu who he saw as part of his guild and then broken his creed. “How are you feeling?” You asked softly, sitting on the bed next to him. It broke you seeing him like this - the usual strong and mysterious Mandalorian now vulnerable with people and it was worrying.

 You had been with him when Luke had come to collect him, saying he needed training and he had asked you to come along. You had refused, not being able to leave Din by himself, aware of what he was possibly experiencing. As selfish as it sounds, he was glad you had refused. He hadn’t told you yet, the only possible hint was the occasional flirting between the two of you but you and Grogu were his family now and he swore he would protect you guys.

Currently, you were staying in a spare apartment Peli was able to secure for the pair of you while a new ship was being created due to the ruthless end of the Razor crest. You had returned on Cobb’s ship, Peli looking at Mando in confusion as she didn’t see the familiar ship he’d had for ages. “Did you bring the child?” she asked, eager to look after the green child to give the two a break. 

“He’s gone.” Din responded, walking straight past and sitting in the next room, letting you talk to her instead. “He’s with a jedi getting training.” you explained as she looked in confusion. “But you’re-” she argued as you shook your head. “Luke has more knowledge of me, it made more sense for him to. Besides, I...” you paused, looking at Din who was sat back, arms folded and Peli followed your gaze. 

“I couldn’t leave him.” you finished, Peli smirking and giving you a knowing look. “You should tell him, it’s obvious you feel the same.” she shrugged making you gasp. “We do not like each other like that! Besides, his creed and my teachings...it couldn’t work.” you huffed, unaware of the male listening in and sighing to himself, knowing he’d have to tell you. 

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He didn’t respond to your question, sitting on the bed in silence. Even though you couldn’t see his face, but it was like you could hear his brain working and going on. “Din?” you said softly, catching his attention as he looked up at you. He didn’t say anything, instead moving over and pressing his forehead to yours, the cold beskar making you gasp as well as the fact it was a keldabe kiss. 

When you pulled away from each other, you could see he wanted to tell you something but he was nervous to, able to pick it up through the body language. “Hey, you know you can talk to me.” you comforted, squeezing his arm. He nodded before clearing the throat. 

“I uh...don’t really know how to say it so...I’m...I’m just going to do it.” he explained, making your furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You heard two clicks and a hiss, immediately knowing what he was doing and quickly closing your eyes. “Din! What are you doing, it’s not dark!” you hushed, refusing to look at him as it would break the creed.

“Cyar’ika, it’s fine.” he insisted, trying to pull your arms away but you’d cover them back up yet again. “I already broke it, showing my face to Grogu.” he mumbled, looking down at the ground. “You showed him?” you asked, eyes still covered. He hummed before responding. 

“Yeah, when you were talking to Luke, he tapped on my helmet and I guess wanted to see my face before he left.” he grumbled, a small smile on your face as you remembered the child asking you if you had seen his face. “I promise it’s okay.” he assured, gently gripping your wrist again and pulling your arm down.

You let out a soft gasp as you saw his face. His soft curls, his brown eyes you could get lost in and the surprising facial hair which suited him. He was perfect and he trusted you to see him - probably the only other person who had seen it beside his parents years ago. Your chest swelled with pride and your felt your eyes start to mist as you pressed your hand to his cheek.

“Hey, please don’t cry, I’ll put the helmet back on if it’s that bad.” he slightly joked, a tone of hurt evident in his voice. You immediately shook your head as he gently wiped your tears away with his un-gloved hands. “No, no, you’re beautiful Din.” you got out in between breaths, calming down as he pulled you close to him, resting his head on top of yours and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. 

“I am so proud of you.” you told him, pulling away from him slightly as he froze, not used to the words. “What?” he asked quietly, now pressing his hand to your cheek. “I am so proud of you, Din, you’re so strong.” you grinned, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

You heard his breath hitch, the sound of his voice giving you butterflies as it was soft compared to the slightly rough one you heard through the helmet. His eyes met yours before darting down to your lips and back up to your eyes. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, his cheeks tinting red.

“Please do.”

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[makrokosmuss-blog]

To see me

Summary: A head wound can be fatal for a Mandalorian. To not reveal ones face contrasting strictly with a pain that needs to be treated. Yet Din finds himselfs a savior - and is himself shocked at how much his touch starved soul enjoys each and every caress of soft hands.

Warning: Head trauma, blind reader, a lot of pining and a bit anxiety from Mando's side A/N: Due to request here a little short story about a blind reader/ medic reader tending to Mando. 

“It is fine.” “It is not.” The Armorers voice was firm and it still made Din quiver like a boy when she spoke in that tone to him. It also made the throbbing pain on the back of his head worse. Injuries to the head were not usual for Mandalorians. For reasons that need not be explained. Especially because of that reason they were deadly as well. The motivation to never show one's face was deemed to be greater than the one to stop  a slow painful death due to a head wound. This was the Second time Din had ended up with one. The first time he’d thankfully been in the presence of a droid that helped him out. This time however, he hadn’t been as lucky. It was at the back of his head too, he was unable to treat it no matter how often he’d tried. With dizziness and a migraine that drove him mad he’d made it to the others, hoping he’d recover if he’d just rested. Again, he hadn’t been lucky. Days had passed and his state had nothing but  worsened. A fever joined the migraine and the vertigo and it hadn’t been long til the Armorer had caught on to it. “If it’s a head wound it needs treatment. Soon.”, she spoke, her voice still tense and like she was scolding a thick headed child. “And how am i going to get that?”, Mando asked, looking up at her. In his state, sick with fever and his vision blurred even through the sharpening visor he felt like laying straight back down. Grugo sat on his makeshift bed beside him. Cooing worryingly. The little guy had not left his side since it had happened and had that saddened look on his little green face that made Din’s heart melt. The foundling had tried often enough to get under his helmet, use his healing on him but yet again and again Din had carefully sat him down, telling him it was not right. 

The Madnalorian before him crossed her arms, armor shining in its golden hue as it caught the light of the setting suns outside the window. It caused Din’s migraine to flare up worse than before. “I would know someone. I have to see if they are still around…”, she said. Her voice lower now, nearly a whisper. Mando frowned, shaking his head, slowly, not to make matters worse. “How would that work out?”, he asked, confused by her statement. Yet again, he wasn’t quite fit to think at all lately. “It does. I’ve sought them out many times before.”, the Armorer explained in a calming tone. “Is it a droid, then? I still don’t love them but i’d surely give it a go…”, he answered. Even he noticed just how weak he sounded. “No droid. But it is right for our kind. You can trust me on this, I will make contact. Rest now.” Din felt her hand on his shoulder. Warm. And reassuring. His head killed him. He closed his eyes. Trusting her. 



Grogu whined. A day had passed and Din found himself in his cockpit, readying the ship for flight. He looked over his shoulder, watching the little guy squeal. “What? I’m fine. I can fly you know.”, he said out loud. Watching Grorgu’s reaction. “I can. Don’t give me that look. I’m fine enough. I won’t kill us.”, he muttered, turned back to face the console again. Sometimes he felt crazy. For talking so much to his foundling, knowing he would get no answer. Maybe all the years of doing missions in solitude had made him mad after all. Nervous, definitely. Nervous to meet someone. Nervous about what would happen. About how this would go. He stared ahead. The ship was ready to go. Grugo cooed. “Fine Fine I’ll put the thing on auto-pilot. Let’s go.”, Din sighted, forcing him to just trust fate on this one. I. A Gaze He held Grogu closely, pressed against him. This was the place. He was sure of it. And yet he had not knocked nor rang for a minute now, simply staring the door down. The planet was nice. Clean. Green - bluish flora bloomed around the place. The street seemed awfully clean. No shady alleys, no run down taverns, no greasy walls. This wall before him was pure white. A house build of strangely white and smooth stone. Strange flying tiny creatures around him, surrounding the flowers in the garden before it that he still stood in. Grogu, once more, brought him back to reality. A soft coo this time. As if he was asking if everything was alright. It caused Mando to take a sharp inhale, his heart still beating fast. He did not know why he was nervous at all. Maybe because he was about to take off his helmet in there. Or maybe because this place seemed all too wrong for him. Too clean, too nice. He sat his Foundling down carefully. His head spun as he did. It reminded him all too well exactly why he found himself here in the first place. He stared ahead again. The display in his visor telling him once more that yes - this was the location he was ought to be. Somehow, even though it was the Armorer herself who’d sent him here, he felt his anxiety act up. He’d messed up already. He’d taken off the helmet before. He’d swore to himself he’d do anything to never have that happen again. And here he was, about to break that promise. Grogu squealed. He seemed happy enough. Raising his little hands to touch the blue leaves and then tried to get to the little creatures that sat on it. “Alright then. Let’s go.” Din took a deep breath, lifted his hand and knocked. Three times. Muscles tight. Expression stern. And then it all changed. Then She opened the door. II. A Whisper

It had taken her a while to get the door. To make her way towards the knocking sound, but as she did, she had surely noticed him standing before it. Mando stared her down. Straight up gazing at her soft features. The shine of her hair. The silken dress that hugged her figure loosely but oh so wonderfully. She was radiant. Dazzling. Mando felt his heart drop into his stomach, his heart picking up. She hadn’t spoken a single word until now. And he hadn’t either. Damn it he hadn’t even moved. This woman was supposed to take care of his head? How was that going to work out? Ignoring the fact that her looks bedazzled him, he still did not know how she was to solve this problem that he had. That he was here for. Mando watched her closely. Taking a deep breath. He was just about to say something when he noticed her soft smile changing into a confused little tilt of her head as she drew her brows together. “Hello?”, she asked, uncertainty tainting her voice. Hello?  Mando was the one frowning in confusion now. Why was she asking as if she didn’t see him standing right in front of her. Grogu squealed on the ground, raising his tiny arms towards the woman and grinning brightly - as if he’d solved the mystery before him. Mando, following the little one's gaze looked up again and then, suddenly it clicked for him as well. She did indeed not see him. It was the certain silver glimmer in her eyes that had given it away. Only visible when he was truly looking for it. She was blind. It rang through his head. And so many questions were answered. Quickly explaining himself, Mando stood up straight. He cleared his throat, then spoke: “I ah…the Mandalorian. The Headwound. The Amorer send me.” Not much of an explanation, he noticed quickly. Feeling a bit shy and nervous and still dizzy before her. The smile returned to the woman's features none the less and she quickly nodded, making a small and elegant side-step to make room for him to enter the door. “Of course! I’ve been waiting for you. Please, come in.”, she chimed, the smile on her lips genuine, Mando did notice now. In the way the focus of her eyes was just off. She moved so naturally though. So beautifully, swayfully elegant. The woman had already made him forget the pain in his head for just a minute there. III. A touch He had entered the small house. Had been told to sit down. Mando did, as usual, exactly as he was told. It gave him time to look around and calm his breathing. He was still nervous as hell, even though this turn of events had indeed calmed him a bit. She could look at him, straight up, no helmet involved, and would not see his face. It was quite the genius concept for a mandalorian medic, really. Yet again, he asked himself just how good of a medic she was if she could not see what the hell she was doing. It frightened him a little. As did the fact that he was still to remove his helmet right in front of the lovely woman. He had asked her where he could sit Grogu down for the time being. She had shown him to a room. A couch in it. A desk. Not much more. Yet the cushions were soft enough and with some loving words of encouragement and explanation the little foundling sat perfectly still on them. Mando bringing his favorite snack along and offering it as a bribe surely had helped as well. That dilemma was taken care of then. Only her remained. Her, the mysterious woman who still sorted things out just behind him. Her, that made him all so nervous in two very different ways. “Are the blinds closed?”, she asked, her voice as soft as he remembered it. He did not need to look at them to know they weren’t. “No. May I close them?”, he asked, a frown on his features. He’d love to get up and just…move to ease the tight muscles and calm his quickly beating heart. “Yes that would be lovely, thank you.”, she smiled softly, turning to him. He watched her again. Not returning the smile. She wouldn’t see it anyway. He asked himself if that was making it better or worse for his conscience. He needed to ask. At least to take the pressure off a little. Yet he felt it was not very nice to do so. He wavered, then turned over his shoulder as he closed the black curtains before the window, darkening the room. “I…I’m sorry to ask. truly I am but…”, he started, soon to be interrupted by her. He was surprised that it turned out to be a chuckle. A sweet and delightful yet soft chuckle. “I see nothing. No worries. You can take the helmet off without restraint, Mandalorian. This isn’t the first time I am doing this.”, she explained. Her tone was reassuring and well meant. It eased him a little. “Huh…Alright then.”, he agreed quietly, taking his seat once more. He looked around. The room was pretty barren, a bit minimalistic but apart from that nice and still cozy in a way. “Anything I can…do?”, he asked, tapping the chair nervously with his gloved fingers. She smiled at that, concentrated on her silver tray before her with all kinds of useful utensils on it. “You may undress.”, she spoke. It made Mando’s skin trickle. “All or…”, he asked, voice deep, trying his best not to stutter. “It’s just the head wound, yes?”, she asked, raising a brow. “Yes, all else iis taken care of.”, he answered dryly. “Just the helmet, the gloves and the shoulder pieces then. Please.” Just. Mando disliked even that quite a lot. Yet got to work quickly. All felt relatively normal but the helmet. He wavered at the helmet. Not quite daring to take it off just yet. She moved over to him then. And then he felt her. Soft hands, caressing over his shoulder, towards his chest.

The man felt blood rushing to his head and his skin tingled. He had been so touch starved for so long that even this felt like the most intimate thing he’s felt in months and just like that, he tensed up underneath her gentle hands. She stood behind him. Her hands on his shoulder, caressing and massaging along the neck. “Helmet is still on, I feel.”, she teased. The woman did not judge nor pressure him. She sounded understanding, if anything. “I..yeah…Sorry it’s…”, he started, stumbling over his words. impossible. horrid. most intimate. near hurtful. “I understand. Completely. We’ll take it slow, no need to remove it just now.”, she spoke. Her tone was so calm and reassuring. So very guiding and careful with him. Mando found himself enjoying that a bit too much for his own liking and just like that he leaned back a little, enjoying the massage of his strained neck. A touch most magical.

“Tell me what exactly the problem is.”, she offered, trying to ease him into teh experience. Mando sighted. Closing his eyes. “Mission gone wrong. I landed head first on stone. Hard. Usually the helmet buffers each fall but I must've landed in a bad way. Hit my head. Just above the right eye.”, he explained. He was still tense. Still nervous. His heart was pacing quickly and his breathing was irregular. She only hummed softly. Urging him to go on. Her hands never stopped caressing him. She felt wonderful.

“I…had a bad headache after that. Noticed blood trickling out from underneath my helmet. Checked myself in the mirror. Was too dazed to do something about it myself. It only got worse after I checked back in with the others.”, he continued. He was easing slightly. Losing himself in her touch and his tale. “I understand.”, she nearly whispered, “What exactly worsened?” This time he answered straight away. Way less restrained. “The pain. Dull and throbbing behind my forehead. Dizziness. Nausea.”, he sighted.

“I am very sorry to hear that. I’ll see what I can do, It might be serious however.”, she warned him, genuine worry and feel in her voice. Mando nodded. “I…trust you. I suppose.”

“You can. Many of your brothers and sisters have come here. There wasn’t one yet whom I could not aid.”, the woman spoke reassuringly, squeezing his shoulders lightly as a little heads up. Mando found himself smiling at that. “Now. Helmet. Want to take it off yourself or do you want me to do it?”

He froze again at that. Damn he’d grown quite comfortable just now. Could’ve stayed like that…but there was the matter at hand. “I…” Mando had never ever thought that he would ever let someone else touch his helmet. Yet again. Many Mandalorians had come here. He was safe with her. It was alright. It was fine. Trauma trickled underneath his skin. To be seen. To remove the helmet himself and… “Would you do it?” He wouldn’t want to repeat that trauma.

She was soft. And respectful. Her slender hands found the right button to release the tight grip of the helmet all too soon and with the uttermost care she grasped underneath the metal, lifting it off his head.

Mando still hated and loathed every second of it, yet again, the extreme pain that flooded through his body like a toxin as soon as the pressure of the helmet was released showed him just how much this action was necessary,

“Are you okay?”

She had asked carefully, still holding his helmet in her hands. “I…Yeah.”, the Mandalorian before her answered. Sweetly, she reached over him, placing the helmet back into his hands, so he could hold tightly onto it during the procedure. She still stood behind him. Still, even in theory could not glance at his features. Din Djarin felt utterly naked nonetheless.

“You have a lovely voice. By the way.”, she then said. Mando frowned, turning his head over his shoulder to look at her without a second thought. “What?”, he asked, not noticing he had just turned his features to her right then. She seemed to look right through him. So sweet, so beautiful she stood before him, a lovely smile on her perfect lips. “Without the modulator. You sound handsome.”, she repeated herself. A blush creeped up her cheeks and Mando felt his heartbeat picking up pace once more.

“I…thank you.” “You are very welcome.” “You”, , he stopped himself there. not daring to tell her just how wonderful she looked, “It’s…nothing. Sorry.” “All good then. Let’s get you sorted out.”, she spoke with that smile of hers, closing in again.

Her soft hands running over his bare skin. He reveled in every last one of her touches. Painful or not. “You’ll be out of here in no time, Mandalorian.”, she promised. He could hear the smile in her soft voice. Hoping she would be wrong.

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[kyberblade]

Back To You (Din x Reader) - Part 1

A/N: This is something that just wouldn’t leave my mind alone. I plan on it being multiple parts, but I need to do some rewatching before I do any more.

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Warnings: Space swearing, show typical violence, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see.

Word count: 4,178

I’d also like to thank @grippingbeskar for encouraging me, looking over this for me, and being the one to introduce me to Din fanfiction in the first place, getting me hooked. You are fantastic and I always love our chats. And a shout out to @multifandomsw for telling me to just write it! 😆

Xxx

You thought you saw him from the corner of your eye, somewhere in the back of the cantina. Darting your eyes to the dark corner quickly showed nothing but shadows. Letting out a sigh, you weren’t surprised. It’s not like he blended in, exactly. You’d be more concerned if you didn’t notice a walking wall of beskar flashing through the dimly lit space.

Even so, the rest of the evening you felt like you were being watched. Which was nothing new, given you were the one who held the keys to the liquor around here, tending the bar and giving easy smiles in exchange for nice tips. But this felt different. This wasn’t the gaze of a drunkard lazily waiting for his next refill, no, this felt almost…. Predatory.

After closing up and wiping everything down, you turned your back on the door to put a bottle away on the shelf, pausing when you felt a shift in the atmosphere. Glancing over your shoulder tentatively, but seeing nothing, you shook your head briefly - partly to clear it and partly in amusement at yourself - and rolled your shoulders back to shrug off the lingering sense of…. Lurking.

“We’re closed,” you offered to the darkness, and whatever decided to lurk there. Even if it was just shadows as your companions tonight, you just thought they should know. Smirking to yourself, you turned around, eyes cast down on the counter to collect the last bottle only to startle and flick you gaze upward at a familiar modulated voice.

“That’s never stopped me before.”

You let out a sigh in both aggravation and relief. Hand over your racing heart you let out another huff for good measure. “Mando…. Kriff. You scared me half to death!” Grabbing the damp washcloth off the apron at your hip you gave it a quick wind up between your hands before popping it at his armor clad chest playfully. It hit your target with a ping.

He swatted it away, letting out a huff of what you knew to be laughter. Standing at the bar, his weight on one leg lazily, shoulders relaxed and helmet tipped toward you in a way that was almost playful back, and you smiled.

“What are you doing here?” You shoved the towel back into your apron and leaned on your forearms on the bar. “You hate this planet.”

Mando sighed, shaking his head gently, muttering something indistinguishable under his breath. “I do. Too crowded.”

“Coruscant? Crowded? No,” you said the last word scandalously, a grin turning up your face as another sigh left him and he shifted his weight to the other side, head tilting along with it. “Here. I know just what will help that.”

Standing back upright, you grabbed the last bottle still left on the counter and grabbed two shot glasses from below the bar, filling them both and sliding one to him.

He caught it, liquid slightly splashing over the rim from the impact. Grabbing your own, you tipped it to him, tossed it back, shaking your head as it burned down your throat, then refilling the glass and sliding it over his way. Catching it in the other hand, his visor tilted just slightly at you in question.

“It’s really crowded,” you leaned toward him, explaining in an exaggerated whisper, winking at him with a smirk, before turning to the liquor shelves behind you to give him privacy.

Mindlessly moving the bottles in their places just to give yourself something to do, you waited as you heard the sealing mechanism of his helmet release with a hiss, soon followed by one glass hitting the bar top with an empty thud, a second soon after, making you smile a little broader. You waited for the hiss of the seal reengaging to stop before turning back around. Reaching for the bottle again you cocked an eyebrow at him. “Another?” You lifted the bottle slightly, giving it a gentle jiggle side to side in enticement. “Another few?”

He leaned his head back slightly and if you had to guess, he was mirroring your raised eyebrow in question. “Maybe later.”

“Oh, one of those visits,” you said knowingly. Grabbing the two glasses from in front of him and your towel to wipe down the bar once again, you quickly tucked it back in your waist before grabbing the bottle and nodding your head over toward an empty table. “Then I’m maybe going to need another few….”

Another derisive snort left the modulator and you rolled your eyes at him. Rounding the bar you heard his footsteps behind you as you set the liquor and glasses on the table, reaching for the chair that rested on top of it set up for the night to place it back on the floor. You saw him do the same in your peripherals in a seat across from you.

Leaning one hand on the table, you turned to him with a sigh, starting to ease yourself down into the chair. “So, what do you need….” You trailed off when you noticed the satchel he had over one shoulder squirming, a soft coo emanating from the bag.

Frozen mid way to the chair, you felt a stirring in the air around you, something that felt companionable and kind, curious. It felt like only good things, and drew you in closer. Glancing up at the visor with wide eyes, you turned your attention back to it. You bent over a little further to get closer to the wiggling mass, feeling like a magnet was in your chest pulling you to it.

Letting out what almost sounded like a soft groan, the Mandalorian slowly sat in the chair with a grunt, pulling the satchel into his lap at the same time. Something green poked out of the side as it moved in his grip, and it almost looked like the tip of an ear.

You blinked once, still frozen wide eyed part way between a sit and stand.

Flipping up the top flap of the bag, the Mandalorian muttered a quiet, “Hey, kid,” as a small green face with large black eyes and the biggest ears you had ever seen looked up at you with a toothy grin.

You let out a chuckle on a single breath, barely making a sound, and suddenly found yourself seated the rest of the way with a graceless plop. Hand still resting on the tabletop, you flattened it to the cool surface for a moment before pointing a finger toward the creature and asking quietly, “Who…. What…. Mando?”

The creature was looking up at the Mandalorian with that same grin, his hands coming together in front of him almost like he was clapping before Mando picked him up softly and placed him on the table.

You watched with a sense of disbelief. You had known Mando for years, and knew he often relaxed around you, but nothing about him ever seemed soft.

Reaching into a pocket on his belt, he withdrew a small packet and took an equally small cookie out of it, handing it to the creature. It reached both hands out toward it eagerly, squealing in glee, and as soon as it got a grip on the snack, it made a sound of triumph, lowering it in front of it’s face before taking a bite. Although the snack was small, compared to the child it looked way too big in his hands.

Mando kept a hand resting on his thigh, the other on the table, fist clenching and unclenching in an almost nervous manner. He let out a sigh as he sat back in the chair, letting his head loll back just slightly against the back of it.

The Child walked across the tabletop towards you, cookie firmly in one hand, one three fingered hand outstretched and you held out a finger towards him. Only the tip of your finger fit in his tiny grip, but the wave of power and knowledge that washed over you was anything but tiny. It made you suck in a breath quickly, sitting back in the chair until your back met its hard stop, the same breath being knocked back out gently.

He gibbered quietly as he removed his hand from yours, sounding very animated, but talking about what, you had no idea. He took a few steps backwards, his head tilted to the side slightly in an almost Mandalorian-esque movement as he looked to his cookie, debating for just a second before breaking off a small piece - big for him - and offering it to you. Taking the few steps back toward you, he planted his feet firmly, holding out the crumb in one clawed hand proudly with a grin on his face.

“Thanks, kid,” you mumbled, doing your best to smile, however small it was, and taking the smallest piece of cookie you’d ever been offered.

The grin on his little green face grew impossibly larger and he gave another squeak before waddling over to the middle of the table, making an awkward half turn and plopping down about as gracefully as you had into your own chair. He focused on the cookie at that point, and you watched him before turning your gaze to the Mandalorian.

“Do I get an explanation?” Looking down to the crumb in your hand, you popped it into your mouth after a moment of consideration, then looked back to the Mandalorian.

Lifting his head back up to look at you, his hand on the table made a fist and held it. He lightly tapped a gloved knuckle on the table as he spoke, and you couldn’t remember a time you had ever seen him so nervous.

“He was a quarry.”

Your eyes widened, and he nodded.

“It’s a long story, but the gist is I took him in, then went back and rescued him, and we’ve been on the run since.”

“On the run? From who, Mando?” You leaned in just slightly.

You didn’t like this. The Mandalorian didn’t run from anyone. People ran from him.

“Imps.”

You sat back in your chair in shock.

“What…. What do Imps want with a child?”

He chuckled lightly. “Well, he may be a child but he’s fifty years old-”

“What?!” You look to the child and can only blink as he looks up at you and munches his cookie.

“-but that’s not the only…. Different…. Thing about him. He’s got…. Abilities.”

You reached out a finger and scratched the child’s green wrinkled forehead, earning a giggle.

“He’s special,” Mando added.

You smiled down at the tiny face as you smoothed the small whisps of white hair back from his face. “I can see that.” You held your hand on the back of his head and looked back to the Mandalorian. “He’s extremely powerful. I could feel it when he took my finger.”

Mando sat up abruptly, leaning toward you, elbow bracing on the table. “You…. You’re like him?”

You snorted. “Oh no. No, I'm nowhere near him.”

He seemed to deflate at that, beginning to lean back in the chair again.

“He’s much more powerful than I am.”

Mando froze, slowly sitting upright in his chair again and leveling the T of his visor on you.

“He’s my foundling. I’m tasked to return him to his people. The Jedi.”

“Good luck with that,” you mutter under your breath, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back in your chair.

He tilted his helmet at you in question and you sighed. “They were killed off years ago. Their temple was here but it was burned at the beginning of the Empire. It was a massacre.” You stared at the wall over his shoulder. “I was only a kid, maybe one or two, way too young to remember, but yet I remember seeing the smoke billowing into the sky.” You looked back to his face, noticing the slight tilt of his head as he listened. “It’s just a flash, really, barely even a memory. But I also remember just this overwhelming sense of…. Dread whenever I think about it.” You sit up straight again. “Not mine, though. I didn’t understand enough to feel that. No, whatever I felt was not my own.”

“Did any survive?” He asked hopefully, relaxing into his chair like you.

You cleared your throat, looking to the side towards the bar. “No. Not that I know of. Hey, are you hungry?” Looking back at them, Mando shook his head while the kid nodded his, making you chuckle. You pushed your chair back, cringing at the ugly sound it made against the floor. “There’s some soup on the stove I haven’t packaged up yet. That okay?” The kid was still nodding, and Mando looked at him with an amused head tilt.

You went behind the bar to dish up a small bowl for the child, looking over the counter and seeing his wide eyes watching everything you did with his full attention. Looking down into the steaming pot you cleared your throat again.

“I don’t know of any that survived, but….” You brought the bowl over and put it in front of the child, holding a spoon in your hand to keep him from eating it while it was still so hot, and he was not amused, trying to tug it from your hand. “….I have heard rumors of a new Jedi academy being started. I don’t know much, but, that’s where I would start.”

You looked at the Mandalorian while you spoke. His attention turned to the foundling, and he reached out, gently pulling on his arm. “Hey. Stop it,” he chided as the kid tried once again to yank the spoon from your hand.

Looking up at Mando like he had betrayed him, the child began to pout. His large green ears wiggled as he turned to look at you again, finding you stirring the soup with the spoon, taking a spoonful and blowing on it before eating it yourself. The child’s jaw dropped in shock and an indignant squeak came out of his chest.

“There. It’s cool enough now. Be patient, little one. I would never steal soup from someone who offered me such a gracious helping of cookie.”

He narrowed his large black eyes at you skeptically before accepting the spoon and slurping up bite after bite of the soup.

Mando chuckled softly at the interaction.

At that moment, someone stumbles into the front door, which you swear you locked.

“Mando, did you leave the front door unlocked when you came in?”

“I didn’t come in the front door.”

He turns his head to look over his shoulder at the spot you are, watching what looks like an extremely drunk patron come though. You recognized him from earlier in the evening, he had been a generous tipper.

“Can I help you? I’m sorry, we’re closed,” you try kindly but firmly, taking a step towards him.

The Mandalorian stood up slowly to be beside you and in front of the child. He didn’t make a move for his blaster, but you could see his hand twitching at his side as it itched to do just that.

You notice a faint beeping sound, and narrow your eyebrows, trying to remember where you’d heard that sound before.

The man reached into his pocket, standing up straight and seemingly stone cold sober as he withdrew the source of the sound, a red light flashing along in time with it.

A puck.

He was a bounty hunter.

You saw the Mandalorian begin to slowly reach for his weapon, freezing when the child peeked around his arm to see what was going on.

The other bounty hunter saw the child and barely began to reach for his gun before the Mandalorian had drawn and fired his own, dropping the man to the ground lifeless.

“I think you left something out,” you hissed at him.

“I told you we were running,” he said matter of factly.

“From the Empire! That’s not a stormtrooper, Mando!” You pointed at the corpse on your floor.

He holstered his gun and looked to the kid to make sure he was okay. Seemingly oblivious or at least unphased, the child was walking on the tabletop towards you with his empty bowl in his hands. He stopped at the edge of the table, head once again tilted in that way that looked like Mando, held the bowl up and sweetly said something that sounded suspiciously like ‘more?’

“No, you don’t need any more,” the Mandalorian said, going to take the bowl from the kid, but the little one twisted it away from his grip, what sounded like a scoff leaving his lips as he looked up at him. He squealed in protest briefly as you took the bowl from him, but stopped short when he saw you ladeling more soup at the stove. He looked up at the Mandalorian with a large grin before waddling back to where he had been seated before, waiting for his bowl.

You ignored the heavy stare of the visor as you moved, returning the bowl to the tiny green creature. Leaning toward him you said gently, “Let it cool, please.” He didn’t agree but he didn’t disagree, so you took that as an agreement.

“It’s fine, Mando. Let him eat. It will keep him occupied while you and I deal with the not a stormtrooper on my floor.” You quickly walked to the front and locked the doors back again, stepping over the body in the process.

“You’ve only known him five minutes, you have no idea how little time you just bought. He’s already eaten half of it.”

“There’s no way-” you walk back to the table only to see that he’s right. Eyes wide, you stare at the kid. “Where does it all go?” You mused quietly.

Shaking your head, you walk back over to the dead bounty hunter and grab under his arms, lifting him slightly before looking over to the Mandalorian. “You gonna help, sharpshooter?”

One quick glance back at the kid, and he walks over to take the lower half of the man in his arms. It’s awkward and heavy, but you can’t leave him there. As you pass by the kid, Mando stops abruptly, making you stop ungracefully, nearly tripping over your feet before righting yourself. Eyebrow raised, you glare at your friend.

“Don’t move. Don’t touch anything. Do not go get more soup.” He wags a finger in the child’s direction as he speaks, dropping one of the man’s legs to do so, which leaves you with an extra, awkward weight for a second, making you adjust your grip on his chest.

The man’s head lolls back as you do, and you shudder. “Don’t look at me like that,” you mumble to him.

“I don’t think he can hear you,” Mando adds dryly as he takes the leg back into his grip.

The kid just sits there slurping soup from his spoon, looking back and forth between you as you both speak.

Bumping into the door to the back room with your back, you grunt. “Couldn’t you have gone first? Don’t you have, like, some attachment on that helmet that helps you see walking backwards or something?”

“A mirror? No,” he snarked at you, “It’s not that high tech.”

You let out a snort of laughter and you continued to shuffle to the back door to the alley.

“Please tell me you at least locked this door back so I don’t have to do this again later with whoever else got in.”

“That’s not where I came in, either.”

You narrowed your eyebrows at him, stopping in your efforts to move the body, hoisting it higher after a second. “How…. Never mind. I don’t want to know. I’ll just never sleep again, easy solution,” you grumbled. “Like a kriffing shadow. Going in and out of places without using doors like normal human beings.”

He turned his head toward the door to scan for any heat signatures outside in the alley. “All clear. Dumpster?”

You nodded. “Dumpster.”

“Hang on.” Adjusting the legs once again, holding them awkwardly with one arm, the Mandalorian reached forward to take the man’s bag of credits off his belt, along with the puck which was still beeping. With a quick click he turned it off and stuffed it into his own belt beside the new bag of credits.

Looking back at you as he grabbed the legs correctly again, he shrugged.

“I’m not judging,” you said quickly, pulling your palms from the man’s chest briefly to hold them out to the side in surrender before gripping him tightly again. You let out a huff. “But I am sweating. Can we finish this, please?”

He nodded. “Coast is still clear.”

Slamming out the door first, he looked both ways before you followed him. “Thank you for going first,” you mumbled, grinning slightly.

He just grunted in response as you both shuffled to the dumpster. Tossing the body in with a thud, you had never been more grateful to be deep in the belly of this planet, a little hole in the wall tucked away from the main attractions. Not a soul to disturb down here.

Going back inside, the Mandalorian followed you, taking the bag of credits and emptying it into his own before tossing the other one. Taking out the puck he turned in a circle until the beeping became constant and looked up to see the child doing his best to lick the bowl completely dry of every drop of soup.

With a growl he dropped it on the ground and smashed it with his foot.

“You need to get out of here,” you said quickly. He turned to you. “If there’s one there’s most likely more. You’re not safe.”

You went to the computer to clock out, leaving a message for the kitchen crew that would come in to prep in a few hours. “There.”

Grabbing your jacket, you pulled it on and grabbed your keys. “Come with me to mine, I’ll pack a bag, then we can go.”

“Wait, what? We?” His body language was stiff and radiated confusion.

“Yeah. We. I’m coming with you.”

“No, you’re not,” he protested.

“Yes, I am.”

“It’s too dangerous.”

“It’s dangerous here!” You pointed over to where the body had been.

He looked where you were pointing with a sigh. He tilted his head at you, his weight shifted to one leg like when he had first come in here, thumbs tucked into his belt.

“It took both of us to take care of that idiot and the kid obviously adores me, so,” you continued, making him shake his head and let out a huff of laughter.

You smiled as you closed the few steps between you. You spoke softer now, the situation beginning to feel more delicate. “I can help the kid with his powers and help you find the right people to take him to. You know I’m right.”

“I know you have a point. I don’t know if you’re right.”

“Ouch.” You turned to the kid. “What do you say, kid? Should I come with you or stay?”

He held out the bowl and once again asked for more, making you laugh.

“If I can come with you, you can have all the soup you want.”

The child squeaked an ‘eh?’ and smiled broadly, lowering the bowl and walking towards you.

“Hey, that’s cheating,” Mando protested.

“But it worked,” you said, scooping the little green one into your arms for a quick squeeze before putting him back in the bag he had arrived here in.

Grabbing the bottle of liquor off the table you held onto it tightly, turning toward the door and mumbling, “And we’re going to need this.”

Turning back one last time, you closed the distance yet again, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. “It’s good to see you again, Mando.”

He went stiff just briefly before he returned the gesture, a warm gloved hand spread across your back.

You were about to pull away, but he held you there gently. Turning your face towards him where it rested on his shoulder, your nose brushed against his neck, and his grip grew tighter. Glancing up towards his face, all you could see before the helmet obstructed your view was a small sliver of skin that bobbed as he swallowed roughly.

“Din.” His voice was quiet through the modulator but loud in the space. “Call me Din.”

You turned your head up towards his face as you pulled away just enough to look his visor straight on, and he turned his gaze down to meet you with a slight playful tilt like before.

“I figure if we’re both gonna be fugitives together, you should at least know my name.”

“Din it is, then,” you said softly, smiling.

With a gentle nod, you pulled away slowly after a moment, turning towards the door with wide eyes as what just happened sunk in.

Xxx

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