#the mando’a expansion pack

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Sooooo you know in one of the most recent episodes when Din in like forced to his kneels by storm troopers and he’s like kinda tied up could you do something with that maybe please.😉

INSANE how that episode got a chokehold on me. It’s both so sad and so action packed like omggg anyhow gents and gensn’t we’re here to simp and SIMP we do! Honestly the scene got me crying throwing up sobbing bcuz Din got taken away from Grogu, but leave it for a day and i came back kinda 👀 abt it, so here it is! Short drabble since i don't think i can explore this as much as i would like, either way, enjoy dear anon and readers! (MAYBE I'll make a pt.2 if y'all like this) <3

Ner Mesh’la

Tags: Din x gn!Dom!Reader, Drabble, -500 words, he/him prns!reader, husband!Din Djarin, helmetless Din, softdom!Reader, ambiguous ending, ropes, bound hands, sub!Din, those brown eyes!, Dom/Sub undertones, Praises, Mando’a translated at the end

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“You have your safeword?” He gulps at the man hovering above him, layers of clothes still on his body while Din shivers, knees planted on the floor.

“Yes,” Din’s chest struggles with even breaths, his modulator making static sounds with each inhale. He smiles, a soft reassurance, yet the darkness hidden behind those eyes deceives it. 

“Not too tight, right?”

“No.” The rope around his wrists were secured, and loose enough for him to break free, he’s skilled enough to know. It wont leave burning marks unless he wants them, unlike those annoying times on his bounties where he’d unfortunately get tied up. The bounds reflect his trust on you, your promise to serve him. Din lets out another huff. 

“Alright, now…” Those skilled fingers trace the side of his helmet, to the jutting mandibles, then stopping just below it, the Beskar that hovers over Din’s jaw. “I’m going to take this off, is that okay?”

“Yes.” Din shudders.

“Good boy,” He smiles, eyes burning through his visor. The visor that won't separate him between the darkness of his Beskar and the colors of his husband's eyes. 

A short hiss, then his vision goes dark for a second, before he blinks away the blur and adjusts to the low lighting. Your smile grows, setting the helmet on the table, before you take in an eye full.

Din, your husband, your riduur, expanse of golden, scarred skin displayed, on his knees with his hands bound, lidded brown eyes looking up to you. His cock leaking precum onto the floor below. Lips parted, the weeks old stubble across his jawline. You couldn't resist tracing a hand there, feeling the short hair as his eyes flutter, then bending down, giving a taste at those soft lips, before you pull away and hear him whine. 

“Din, ner mesh’la Din,” He leans into your palm, eyes closed as he inhales. Your eyes soften, one hand tracing above his ear, before it moves to brush back messy curls, and he preens under your touch, sighing contently. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” He answers, eyes still closed as he feels your nails slightly scratch at his scalp, making him hum and push into your hand. You smile, both hands now holding his jaw as Din slowly opens his eyes again, a dark pool behind his lashes. 

You hum. “Ready?”

“Y-yes,”

Translation: Ner mesh’la: My beautiful

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