#you can’t see it but din’s making the 🥺 face

[whatthefishh]

Hello there babes!

As we discussed: Human weighted blanket + Din, please 🥺 smut if you're inspired!

Sorry for taking so long with this!! I hope you like it! I took a little different route from my original idea but, here we go lolll. Thanks @kittyofalltrades for reading it over bb ❤️

*NSFW under the cut* 2k of Din Djarin smut.

You look up from your place on the cot to see the small amount of light being blocked by a giant, dark figure and your heart beats a little quicker at the sight. The way he looks in his beskar is familiar, but it still gives you the same fluttering in your lower belly every time you see him standing tall in his armour. Shoulders so wide you find your eyes dragging over the width of him regularly, wherever you may be.

Right now, Din looks like he’s about to collapse on you, like he’s allowing himself to drop all his weight forward. Frantically holding your hands out to shield yourself, you yell, “Don’t come in the bed in all that metal, you’re gonna crush me!”

Sighing dramatically, he leans away from his previous position, which was seconds away from climbing on top of you, and slowly removes his helmet. Soulful brown eyes meet yours as the black visor is out of sight and drops to the ground. Maintaining eye contact, he begins taking off his chest plate, followed by his under armour garments.

When he first came in, you thought he needed comfort, but the more layers he removed to obey your demand, the more heated your gaze became. He noticed. So, yeah, he starts peeling off the layers with a little more flair and a little less haste. Your mouth goes dry as your lips part. He noticed that, too.

Din finally climbs on top of you in your makeshift bed, and you begin to shift because you think he’s going to hold you from behind. Instead, he holds himself parallel to you before plopping his weight on you completely, face burying into your neck and his hands sliding up and under your pillow to get comfortable.

You’re frozen before your body acclimates to the weight of the warrior, currently nuzzling his nose into you and humming low in his throat. Your legs split on their own accord, hips notching together naturally. Din’s thighs keep your legs open as your hands slide up his back into his curls, holding his head in place from the nape of his neck.

Din’s nuzzling slowly transitioned into pressing his mouth into your skin, leaving you slightly breathless. The combination of melting into the mattress with his full weight on you mixed with the addictive feel of his lips dragging on the sensitive part of your neck was dizzying. He tried to be subtle with the grinding of his hips into yours, causing your breath to catch.

You whimpered when he started sucking slightly after each press of his lips.

“Din…” you sighed.

He responded with a quiet groan before pulling out one of his hands to slide down the side of your body, slightly squeezing the flesh as he did so. He only stopped when he reached your sleeping bottoms, fingers dancing along the waistband.

Pulling back to look peer down at you for permission, you nodded, kissing his chin softly as confirmation. Resting his forehead against yours he reached into your bottoms, fingers seeking out your hot sex, breath heavily leaving him as he finds you already wet.

“Mmmm.”

The usual raspiness of his voice through his modulator left you wanting, but this? When you could feel the vibrations of every noise he made against your rib cage, against your whole being, it lit your skin on fire.

“Din, please,” you whimpered again, desperate for his teasing fingers to fill you in the ways you know your own can’t.

His lips twitch. Bastard.

“Din, Maker, I’m going to-“

“You’ll what? You can’t move even if you wanted to, which we both know you don’t.”

That shouldn’t make you wetter than you already are but you felt yourself leaking on the fingers that rested just outside where you needed them. He pushed the tip of his finger into your hole, just resting inside to feel it flutter around his skin. You close your eyes in an attempt to control your breathing as you realize you’re panting into his mouth, his face inches from yours.

“I love it.”

You have no idea what he’s referring to because all you can focus on is where you need him and where he’s not touching you.

“W-what?”

“The face you make. Especially when I do this.”

At the last word, he thrusts the two fingers the rest of the way into your cunt, feeling your walls hug them at the intrusion. Your eyes scrunch closed, mouth drops open and a tiny mewl leaves your lips.

Kissing his way back to the spot on your neck he was nuzzling before, he rests his weight on you entirely again, leaving your limbs heavy. How was it you felt both relaxed and pent up at the same time?

After keeping his fingers still for a long, tense minute, Din begins to slowly drag his fingers out, plays with your folds a bit, spreads your slick around and then pushes back in. He repeats this at such a leisurely pace, thoroughly enjoying just playing with you and building you up, but not paying it any mind. He wasn’t trying to be cruel, you know this. Din just really liked the feel of you, of how your body reacts to him, how even with soft and slow touches he could bring you pleasure. In a steep contrast to his wide knowledge of combat and lethal interactions, he found a reprieve in between your legs.

You keened as the pressure built steadily between your thighs, regardless of his slow pace. The low gruff voice in your ear telling you how soft and wet you were for him was pushing you towards the edge, and you felt engulfed by him. The way you were literally pinned to the mattress by Din’s sheer size, unable to do anything but take the slow torture he was inflicting on you. Your bodies were so tightly pressed together you couldn’t reach his hand, leaving him truly in charge of your pleasure at the moment, and the thought only made you whine louder in his ear.

“Such pretty noises,” he groaned into your neck. “Are you going to come for me? Gush all over me?”

Maker. That almost did it for you, just a little push was all you needed, your breath coming out in half whines now as Din continued to mar your skin with licks and bites.

“Uh-huh.” Was all you could manage with the intensity of the first wave of pleasure washing over you. He curled his fingers inside on the next stroke in and- “Oh!”

Your vision went black as your eyes closed in bliss, pussy clamping down on his thick fingers, which had stilled inside, giving you something to hold on to while you rode out your high.

Belatedly you realize Din is looking at you, perched on one elbow, and he’s been grinding his hardened length into your thigh. The thought of him filling you up in this position sends another shot of pleasure to your core, clenching on his fingers once again.

“Mesh'la, did you need something else? My fingers not enough for you?” At that he pulls them out, resting them against your lips waiting for you to clean them.

You lazily take them into your mouth, licking your spend from them and humming around his digits. Looking up at him through your lashes while he pulls his fingers back, you raise your hips up to press against his length, wordlessly asking for his cock.

Din leans down to kiss you messily, languidly dipping his tongue to dance with yours and your mind goes white in the kiss. It’s all consuming, like a slow fire in your veins, your hand tightening in his curls desperate to keep connected.

All you can think about is his taste, his skillful fingers that he just made you come apart on, the heavy stature of your strong lover resting against you comfortably, Din, Din, all Din.

You’re so lost in his indulgent kiss that you miss his hand moving to line himself up to your entrance, moaning loudly into his mouth when you feel the tip of him starting to breach your core.

Breaking apart for air, Din takes the opportunity to swiftly push all the way inside and watches your face as you fall into pleasure.

Resting his elbows on the bed again, he lets his weight settle into you again, effectively melting you into the mattress before he begins his slow torment. The pace he chooses to start with drives you mad, fingernails digging into his back at every hard thrust back in, but the slow drag when he pulls back is what causes the air to leave you in a gasp.

He continues like that for Maker knows how long, muscles flexing under your hands, low grunts in your ear as you continue to gasp and sigh in his ear, moaning loudly on a particularly hard thrust. After that he picks up the pace, still resting heavily on you but Din’s strength allows him to fuck you into the mattress without ever letting up.

You come a second time, pussy clenching hard around his cock and making his already slick thrusts much smoother. He groans as he feels your slick smearing across your thigh, messily spreading as he continues to fuck you through it.

“That’s it, good girl, that’s what you needed, right?”

Din finally rises to his knees, his length pulling out entirely. He shifts your legs so they’re splayed wide across his thighs before he pushes his cock back in, both of you moaning at the new angle. Holding your hip with one hand, the other pushes down on your lower belly as he begins to brutally fuck into you again.

“Look so good like this. So wet, you take me so well.”

Your fingers scramble to clutch on to him, hands reaching his forearms, desperate to ground yourself as you feel the pressure building uncontrollably again.

“Din, it’s too much, I-“ your pathetic whine as he presses down on you cuts you off from your weak protests.

“Be good for me. You can take me, can’t you? Don’t you want to be my good girl?”

Your whines were hysterical now, his thrusts knocking something devastating inside you, and the large heavy palm that kept its weight on your lower stomach inched its way towards your clit, thumb rubbing you just right.

“Take it, take me. That’s it.” He growls the last part while you cry out, coming for the third time.

A few more brutal, erratic thrusts and he joins you, hot ropes of cum painting your insides as he stills his hips.

Din looks ethereal like this, a marble sculpture with his head thrown back, eyes shut in ecstasy and muscles glowing from exertion.

You’re staring at him, completely dazed as he starts to leak out of you, but you’re not paying it any mind. Even as he comes to and starts to pull out, the action causing you to whimper pathetically from sensitivity, you still can’t take your eyes off him.

He’s saying something now, asking you something.

“Mmm?”

“I asked if you were okay to walk to the fresher on your own or if you needed my help.”

Blinking owlishly at him as you processed what he was saying, he huffed out a laugh before collecting you in his arms.

The man literally fucked you into the mattress and now he expected you to walk right after?

“Shh, I’ve got you, mesh’la. Did so good for me, let’s wash up now.”

Resting your head against his collarbone as he carried you across his ship, you laughed at the memory of how tired he looked when he initially came to you. Laughing even harder at the idea of how crazy you probably looked to him, hysterical giggles bubbling out of you as he looked down at you in concern.

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[fairy-eclipse]

first of all i LOVE ue writing sm 😩💗 second of all can i request more hufflepuff!reader fic? maybe one where tom has a soft spot for her but pretended that he doesn't, maybe could also be in form of his fingers twitching when she's near coz he wants to hold her hand but NO why would he wanna hold ur hand dammit- unless- HAHA THANKS 🥺💗

Hand in Soiled Hand

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Hufflepuff!Reader

A/N: hihii sorry this took a while (；′⌒`) for the sake of the story we’re going to exaggerate splinching haha

“Destination, determination, deliberation.” 

The words roll off your tongue like the recital of a sacred poem—over and over again, as if by some miracle the repetition might procure a key for the anxiety knotted around your throat. Pressed firmly against your nose and chest, the feeling is much too suffocating, locked entirely too tight for its far less grandiose cause.

Which, you’re a little ashamed to admit, is an Apparition lesson.

“Say that one more time and I will start muttering it in my sleep tonight," Tom admonishes wryly. "Besides, the course has yet to even commence. We’re rather early." He gestures to the jittery sixth years scattered throughout the Hall with a flourish. Somewhere between your stroll here and your arrival, the house tables have gone and reality has crept in with a vengeance. The capaciousness of the room does little to quell the feeling of somersaults multiplying in your stomach.

“You mean you haven’t been doing that?” You laugh, but the sound is strained even to your own ears. “Hey, what if something goes horribly awry?”

Tom shrugs offhandedly and gives you a pointed look. “You voluntarily enrolled for this. Nothing unpleasant will come of it if you follow the steps, and frankly I can’t see how anyone could fail in that regard.”

You shut your eyes. Okay, fair, but you had deemed it a good idea at the time; at least a much sounder one than Floo powder, convenience-wise. You should’ve known Tom wouldn’t share a fragment of your last minute doubts. The day he reaps anything less than an Outstanding on a paper, or loses a duel—something you can’t even begin to picture—is a cold day in Hell. Envy simmers beneath your skin. 

You wrestle it down.

“It’s not that easy,” you mumble quietly, wincing as alarming images flash behind your eyelids in shades of red and horrifying angles of warp and curvature. “I’m not you, and I worry about the stakes. I could get splinched and…” You trail off and suppress a shiver.

When you open your eyes, Tom is absentmindedly twiddling his wand between deft fingers—which is odd considering he’s never been much of a fidgeter—and studying you with pinched brows like he’s carefully mulling over your words. His jaw is set in a way that you’ve taken to mean he’s either extremely peeved or…dangerously determined.

“You won’t.” Tom declares after a moment, such finality in his tone you’re almost inclined to believe him. “I’ll make—” 

He glances down at his fingers. You catch the second realization dawns on his face, irritation written all over his scowl as he hastily tucks his wand into his sleeve and balls his hands into fists. You tilt your head in a silent question.

“Nothing,” Tom snaps. His voice rings clear even in the growing din. Faltering at the anguished look on your face, he pulls one of his classic Tom sighs™ you’ve grown all too familiar with.

“Quit brooding. You won’t splinch yourself—you have it on reliable authority that you’ve been mentally preparing way too long for that.” He smirks when you roll your eyes. “However…on the off chance that you do, I suppose I will,” he grows interested in a spot on the wall behind you, “visit you at the matron. Assuming I have time to.”

You break into an ear-splitting grin. It shouldn’t have taken a mere three sentences to soothe the calamitous sea you call your emotions, it really shouldn’t have, but suddenly you’re too happy to care. Tom compensating for your lack of self-assuredness? Tom promising to swing by provided you’re injured? 

Good heavens.

A swarm of sweaty-faced students rush in with a commotion, greeted by the bell and the instructor’s disapproving cluck of the tongue. You swallow thickly.

Although the weight on your chest feels significantly lighter now, your pulse still thrums unsteadily—a trace of excitement laced in with the nerves this time, to your surprise. You roll your shoulders back and make to move closer to everyone else when something cold encases your hand. 

Soft and grounding, you find yourself short-circuiting in your confusion before you even think of peering over your shoulder. 

When you do, a pair of onyx eyes stare back.

“Wouldn’t want to lose you in the crowd,” Tom whispers, the ghost of a knowing smile lingering on his lips.

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[mellowswriting]

Okay. I need a mando playing with kids. Like idk how it happens, but all of a sudden reader is watching din interact and entertain a group of children, making them laugh and telling them stories and it melts her heart. He’s totally enamored with them and they are with him and reader is just like what the heck where did this tenderness come from?! I would appreciate it so much please and thank you! 🥹🫶

one day

pairing || Din Djarin x Reader

word count || 1.3k

summary || Din Djarin is a natural with children. 

content || pure fluff, domesticity, Din getting the happiness he deserves

a/n || y’all know I go feral for domestic!Din 🥺 also I wrote this instead of studying for my deviance final lmaooo

Din Djarin Masterlist  |  Main Masterlist

A warm blanket of orange sunlight settles over the little village as the sun glides her way beneath the horizon. You never truly understood why they called it the golden hour, not until now. The warm sunlight pours through the open windows and settles into the grooves of the hardwood floors. Everything feels so… calm. The soft spring breeze carries the scent of wildflowers and tranquility into the little cabin you share with your lover.

To think this all came about by complete accident. 

Six months have passed since Din brought the Aurora down for an emergency landing just a few klicks outside of Hanna City. The locals in the small village nearby were more than accommodating to the two of you despite how standoffish Din was at first. A few of them helped tow your ship to their mechanic and found you some lodgings for what was intended to be a very short stay. A few days, maybe a week tops. Then setback after setback with repairs kept you grounded far longer than expected and somehow in the time that passed… the village started to feel like home. 

To your surprise, Din was the one to suggest it. 

“We don’t have to leave forever.” He had murmured into the darkness of the bedroom. You were half asleep, your face tucked into the crook of his neck, and could only muster a confused hum. “We could always come back. Y’know, between bounties. Have a little… home base.” 

That made you perk up. Your voice was all groggy but the brightness is there. “Yeah?”

Din shrugged. “I wouldn’t be opposed.” 

And that was that. One of the biggest decisions of your lives made in the span of a three-sentence conversation. It didn’t need to be talked to death. It all felt so right. You swear you’ve never seen Din more relaxed in all the years you have known him. This kind of life suits him. The tension held tight in his shoulders has disappeared. His smiles come easier, brighter. He’s finally getting enough sleep at night. The little routine you’ve settled into is the comfort neither of you realized you were missing out on.

The early evening has quickly become your favorite part of the day. You’ve just pulled dinner from the oven, a fantastic recipe that makes Din melt every time you make it. There’s something about a hearty, home-cooked meal that turns him into an even bigger sweetheart; he shows his appreciation by cleaning the kitchen, giving you a massage, and murmuring sweet words in your ear. Anything you want is yours. The peace you know to come is well deserved. 

A bright chorus of laughter breaks through the quiet reverie and you can’t help but smile at the sound. The children have taken quite a fascination with your husband. They hang around your cabin just to catch a glimpse of the things that amaze them - Din’s armor, his weapons, the mere intensity of his presence. Din likes to pretend he’s stoic, unmoved by their curiosity, but you see the brightness in his eyes when he tells you about their endless barrage of questions. The angel-faced children have worn at his stoney exterior with their wide-eyed amazement, slowly exposing the softness that hides beneath - the softness that was once reserved solely for you. Laying himself bare in such a way isn’t easy. You couldn’t be more proud of him, even if you tried. 

You push open the front door, intent on urging the children to get home for dinner rather than lingering around waiting for Din to appear. As adorable as they may be, you won’t be responsible for the chastising from their parents for being late. Just before you call out, the glint of sunlight reflecting against metal catches your eye. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the brightness of the setting sun but when they finally do, you’re greeted with the sweetest sight you have ever seen. 

Din is crouched in the grass, half a dozen children surrounding him with eyes full of wonder. He’s telling them all about his daring defeat of the Krayt Dragon, a story for the ages that has them fully captivated. It’s a little amazing. Well, more than a little if you’re honest. He lets the drama of the story play out in his expressions, his eyes going narrow as he describes how gigantic and gross the beast truly was. Din talks with his hands, tracing the curves and twists of the stories through the air with his fingers. He’s so expressive in his retelling that even you are captivated. The battle with the Krayt Dragon is a feat you’re well versed in. You were there that day, by his side in the face of certain death, but Din’s storytelling is so ensnaring that you find yourself listening intently anyway.

A million questions fly his way, not all about his trysts in Mos Eisley. They ask about his past, about the Mandalorians, about the armor he wears. Everything under the sun is up for question and Din doesn’t hesitate to answer. Of course, it doesn’t take much for the entire thing to devolve into an all-out brawl of play-fighting. One of the boys asks which of them is the strongest and it all goes down from there. 

You watch in amusement as Din doesn’t even budge under their three-person attack, handling their antics with ease. The air is filled with squeals of delight as he ‘fights’ back, knocking them into the soft grass with deceptively gentle pushes. It really is quite the sight: a towering Mandalorian, the very image of intimidation, easily slinging a kid over each shoulder and jostling them around until they’re dizzy and fitful with giggles. The smile on his face is so bright and real that it makes your heart ache. You find yourself overcome with a realization that consumes you entirely. 

Din is going to be an amazing father. 

You’ve always known, of course, but this little scene only makes it more real. You can already imagine it. Din’s huge hands cradling a tiny baby, a little one with his deep brown eyes. The sound of his voice whispering promises of love and protection. Din asking you to teach him how to properly do their hair and being so proud when he does it well. The image of him with a toddler on his hip, the both of them messy from sleep and barely awake. Waking up to the sounds of them roughhousing in the living room. Your heart swells and bursts at the very thought that one day, this is what your life will look like - only the kids will be yours.

“Alright, alright, you little womp rats. It’s getting late.” Din grouses, eliciting a chorus of whines that beg him not to send them home. “Hey, the only way you all will be strong enough to fight a Krayt Dragon someday is if you eat your dinner and get a good night’s rest.” 

That seems to quell most of their complaints. He’s a natural and it takes your damn breath away. Din drags himself to his feet and watches as the group disperses, their little feet kicking up dust as they rush home. It isn’t until the last of the children disappear from his sight that he turns to find you leaning against the porch railing, watching him fondly. He just shoots you that smile, the lopsided grin that sends your heart aflutter. Combined with his messy curls and the undeniable happiness in his bright eyes, and you’re ready to marry the man all over again. He leans against the opposite side of the porch, his hands brushing yours as he looks up at you. 

“Everything okay, cyare?” He asks. 

“Everything is perfect.” You reassure him and bend over the railing to kiss him softly. 

One day.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you

[yankpop]

part 6 of bully mark? 🥺🥺😢

Warnings: Implied kidnapping.

AN: So, this is the very last and final part of bully Mark. It definitely gives more closure. Hope you guys like it :)

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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

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“Happy birthday, sweetheart!" Mark cheerfully sings, a slightly distorted home-made cake in his hands. You look at him, mind completely blank as you try to process it. 

It’s your birthday already? That means you’ve spent at least 5 months locked up in Mark’s apartment. 

It's hard to believe it is already your birthday, the last time you celebrated it was with your family. It seems like such a distant past that you can barely remember it. 

Mark seems oblivious to your confusion as he comes closer to you, happiness all over his face. He nods towards the cake, pointing at the candles. 

“C’mon, blow them and make a wish.” he eagerly tells you. You weakly nod, closing your eyes as you try to focus your mind. The one thing you want the most is to go home, back to your family.

That’s your only wish. 

You think about it over and over again, desperately wishing for it to become true. Opening your eyes, you blow the candles. Mark quickly puts the cake on top of the dinning table, prompting you to take a place as he starts cutting the cake.

“I can’t believe we got to celebrate your birthday together, this is so perfect.” he blabbers, handing you a slice of the cake. You ignore the food, instead focusing on Mark. He’s wearing a loose shirt, his round glasses perched on his nose. He looks innocent, a nice guy even.  Although that’s not really the reality.

If he was, then he wouldn’t have taken you away from your life. 

“Mark, I want to ask you something and please, don’t say no.” you beg, placing your hand on top of his arm. He looks at you, giving you a disappointed look, too similar to the one he gave you after he found you with his phone.

That was enough for him to finally install a door on your room, only to keep it locked for one week straight. He gave you food through a small dog door and made sure to take away all the books and puzzles he had previously given you to entertain yourself. 

It wasn’t entirely awful, but you hated it. It’s bad enough to be kept in an apartment, even worse to be locked inside a small room and its connected bathroom. 

“Y/N…” he starts, but you’re quick to jump into action, tugging his sleeves as you plead.

“Let me see my family, just once. I’ll promise I’ll be good from now on and won't cause any trouble. I just want to see them one last time, they must be so worried about me, Mark!” your eyes start burning with tears as you speak. 

Mark gazes at you for a good moment, analyzing your eyes for something you don’t know. You keep eye contact, although it's uncomfortable. You’re about to speak up when he beats you to it. 

“Alright then. Wanna see your family? Let’s go see them.” your whole face lights up with happiness. Mark grabs your hand, urging you to follow him. You almost trip behind him from how excited you are, thinking he’s taking you towards the door. But he doesn’t. 

Instead, he brings you to the couch. You look at him, completely dubfound as he starts to turn on the TV and then messes around with his phone, connecting it to the big screen. 

“I really didn’t wanted to show you this but since you want to see your family so much, I guess I’m gonna have to do it.” he mumbles.

A video starts playing on the TV and for a moment you’re confused as you watch a happy family singing a birthday song to a smiling girl. 

Your sister. 

You almost forgot that her birthday is only a few days before your own. 

Your heart drops to your feet when you recognize your parents, hugging each other with big smiles as they near your sister with a cake. They look happy. 

They look happy even though you’re missing. For one second, you catch Haechan next to her, kissing her cheek but then the video ends, the screen going black. 

Mark’s fingers reach for your face, sweeping off the tears that you didn’t even realize you had released. He embraces you from the side, his lips practically touching your ear as he tries to calm you down. 

You can’t stop the tears now, your sobs shaking your body. Betrayal crunches your heart. How could they forget you so easily? 

“See? They don’t really care about you. They don’t even remember you anymore, just like that.” Mark says, rubbing his palm on your back while you sob. His lips curl in a half-smile, knowing he had won. 

“I’m the only one that cares about you and I’ll always love you. Only you.” 

#@yankpop #nct yandere #yandere nct #yandere kpop #yandere scenario #yandere mark #yandere x reader

[shanediomorrissey]

A Tusken gifting Grogu a stuffed Bantha as Cobb and Din look on.

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[grey-sides]

“shut up before i kiss you.” For any SW ship 🥺

(prompt list here)

I chose dinluke!

Leia likes to tease Luke about Din. Telling him he’s finally met his match since completing his training. They’re both silent and stoic now and she finds it endlessly amusing that Luke thinks they’re nothing alike. Din doesn’t like to talk while Luke chooses his words carefully, which is the main difference.

They often sit in silence, like now, with Din carefully cleaning the pieces of his armor and Luke flipping through old Jedi texts. Grogu will usually play with R2 across the room and the force flows through them all quietly. It’s settling and feels the most like coming home since Luke stepped into the Falcon and left Tatooine. 

Din is chuckling quietly to himself, glancing over at Luke every so often. He has his right pauldron in his hands, the one with the signet and he’s smiling a little. 

“What?” Luke asks, setting aside the text he’s working through. 

“Nothing,” Din answers, but another chuckle gives him away.

Luke looks around, searching for something funny, but all he can see is Grogu and R2 rolling a ball back and forth. “Din, what is so funny?”

Din smiles a little and gestures to Luke. “It’s just…the blacks of your outfit are two different shades. I don’t know how you haven’t noticed before.”

Luke looks down at himself, picking at his tunic. His mouth falls open and he lets out a little laugh of his own. “Din!”

“I know, as a Jedi, you can’t be vain, but I mean, next to me with all this sleek silver. Your blacks not matching perfectly is really obvious.” Din gestures to his pauldron, but the smile on his face, the way it crinkles his eyes lets Luke know he’s just teasing.

Luke shakes his head and stands up, walking over to Din. He puts his hands on his hips as he looks down at him. “You take that back.”

“Make me.”

Luke looks skyward and throws his hands up. “Oh shut up before I kiss you!”

Din grins and grabs at Luke’s belt, where his lightsaber is normally clipped. He pulls him down and brushes their noses together. “Now, I think that’s my line,” he murmurs, dipping in to kiss him firmly. Luke melts against him, smiling softly against his lips. 

#dinluke #greye writes #anonymous #star wars #din djarin #luke skywalker #drabble

[frannyzooey]

Kelli- TMTC is my comfort fic, times 1000. The yearning and feelings are IT for me. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve read it.

Anyway, I’ve been meaning to ask: your mood boards always feature Javi P because he seems the closest to that rugged western vibe (esp the blue shirt, ugh)… but his name is Din, and in my head I hear him with a slight Agent Whiskey drawl. Did you mean for TMTC to be an amalgam of these three men?? That’s how it hits for me! I mean, gun to head, if you asked me to choose between them I would just say “yes”.

If you meant to do this, well, I LOVE it.

If you didn’t, I still LOVE IT.

And you. Because your writing is 🤌🥵💦👏🏼🥰😭

🥺🥺❤️❤️

I did not mean for that to happen, but it totally did! You’re right! I always use Javi as the “face claim”, since at the time we didn’t have really anything for Din.

The idea itself was thought of specifically for Din — since the Mandalorian is a Western, that vibe was already there, but I just kept thinking about Din being so touch starved that he would seek out sensory overload when he could? Two warm bodies, surrounded by them in a bath, enveloped by them at night in a little shared bed, working out all the pent up sexual frustration he feels between jobs in the meantime — and then I took personality traits from Din as well, although, idk how close he is to canon Din at this point. I think I kinda just made up a guy sometimes…lol

Whiskeys drawl though — you can hear it for sure when he says “girl” — and it is the West. 😌

I love that you see this mixture of men — definitely OOC Din, but as long as the yearnings and the softness and the feelings and the comfort is there, it works 🥺❤️

Thank you so much for this sweet ask ❤️ it makes me so happy that you revisit it often and think about him 🥺❤️

#tmtc ask

[boomtowngirl]

So you and Din are going to visit Grogu at Jedi school for the first time. You haven't spoken to or seen Luke since that first time, but Grogu has told him all about you by now. When Luke greets you he says "It's nice to see you again, cyar'ika!" And you're like, uh, that's awfully familiar of you Mr. Jedi and Din's like, did you just hit on my girl?

So then poor Luke has to explain that he thought that was your name because that's how Grogu thinks of you. Turns out, Din calls you cyar'ika so much Grogu just decided that was your name.

First of all how dare you come here and make my day, THIS IS SO CUTE OMG

Ok, I think I’m getting inspired, I’M INSPIRED

Don’t tell me this is not Luke after he realized what he said:

Poor Luke would blush so hard, you chuckle after explaining the meaning of the word and tell him that it’s alright, it wasn’t his fault. There would be a few seconds of silence where you’d only be able to hear Din’s breathing through the modulator while he crosses his arms and stares at Luke (you’re 110% sure he’s pouting under the helmet), luckily Grogu makes a noise and points at a hallway, catching your attention.

Luke notices your confusion and says “He wants to show you the place”, after that he excuses himself and probably goes to his room to scold himself for making things awkward.

Grogu walks to you and motions for you and Din to take his little hands, the two of you probably look ridiculous having to almost crouch to be able to hold his hands since he doesn’t want to be carried anymore, he’s a big boy now 🥺

He shows you around, babbling about Maker knows what and when you get to the room he sleeps in you can’t help but get emotional. As soon as you enter you can see a bunch of drawings hanging on a string that takes over the entire length of the wall, Luke probably did that so Grogu could have his little art gallery. There’s drawings of you surrounded by colorful butterflies, holding a green dot on your arms, drawings of Din holding his guns and you on the corner with heart eyes (Din chuckled at that one), drawings of your little family with the Mudhorn symbol on the top of the page, one of Grogu and the blue and white droid he became friends with as they play, there’s even some drawings of him and Luke, some of them with a bunch of things floating around them, some of Grogu pulling pranks on Luke as he sleeps. The last one was the funniest, Luke with a distressed expression on his face, holding a plunger and Grogu leaving what you assume was a refresher.

You notice Din looking at the drawings of the three of you in silence, after wrapping your arms around him you ask if he’s ok and Din sighs preparing to voice his fears. He tells you he’s never been happier than he is now, you and the kid brought color and warmth to his life and he wants to be able to settle down one day. Have a room full of toys and cute little drawings of your family, or maybe more than one room full of them (if you know what I mean). He wasn’t angry when Luke accidentally called you cyar’ika, maybe a little bit jealous but he’ll never admit it, he was nervous you would notice how well him and Grogu get along and would decide to stay with them before Din had a chance to even talk to you about finding a nice planet and a nice place to start a family. He knows it’s his insecurities speaking, but he can’t help it, the Jedi guy sounded so natural calling you cyar’ika it scared him.

After hugging Din and assuring him that you wouldn’t change your clan of three for nothing in the universe you hear Luke calling you, saying that supper is ready. Upon looking at the big table Din notices Luke cooked literally every single one of your favorite foods and he’s like “???” (Come on, it’s not Luke’s fault Grogu doesn’t know what Din likes to eat). He’s surprised though when he sees that instead of a dinner plate where he’s supposed to sit, there are a bunch of cups and straws (made of durasteel because our boy Luke cares about the environment) and in front of them, a variety of juices, vitamins, soups and broths that actually smelled really good. All that effort makes Din start to consider befriending the wizard man.

It all goes down the drain though when it’s time for you to leave. As you and Din prepare to board the, erm, new ship (rip Razor Crest) Luke, who’s standing next to Grogu and the droid, says his goodbyes to you using your actual name now that he knows it, then turns to Din and says “goodbye di’kut, I hope you’ll have a safe flight”. You’ve never seen Din say “-WHAT??” so loud before, Luke’s face goes from 😃 to 😰 and he stammers “I- I just said something bad didn’t I?” He whips out a pocket size copy of “Mandalorian culture - how to make a mando feel at home” and frantically goes through the pages saying “Grogu what did you do? You told me that di’kut meant friend, I didn’t get to the glossary part of the book yet!”

Bonus: Grogu and R2-D2 would team up against Luke and try to pull pranks on him/ embarrass him

Sometimes Luke feels like a hermit and just wants to make friends

Din likes to keep the tough bounty hunter facade but it takes a lot of effort not to laugh every time Luke does something funny without realizing

#if we don’t see Grogu and r2-d2 being best friends next season I’m starting a riot #the mandalorian #Grogu #luke skywalker #din djarin x reader #din djarin #baby yoda #Luke skywawkward #towny writes

[ollypopwrites]

[ undress ] with Din perhaps? 🥺

[ undress ]  to slowly start undressing from this prompt list. 

a/n: soooo this got outa hand lmao. i just got in my Din feelings. 

wordcount: 1K

WARNINGS: soft SMUT 18+ only, nudity,  body worship (a little), a bit angsty but mostly fluffy. 

Your life on the Razor Crest can be a little hectic. When trouble hits it seems to hit hard, the kid needs a lot of attention and so does the ship and Din’s always got a quarry that needs tracking. It’s become a real partnership, and he had so much to think about and deal with before you came around that he can’t really remember how he managed before. You are not just a loyal, reliable crewmate but you are also a patient and open-hearted partner. 

Din is not the best at words. He’s certain anything he can come up with to say isn’t going to do how he feels about you justice. 

It puts him in a bit of a bind, because what else can he do? He protects and provides and cares for you when he can but there’s only so much a man who can never reveal his face can do to really show you how he feels besides saying so. But he tries. 

It shocks you a little, the first time he guides you to sit down so he can unlace the worn and dirty boots you stomped around the ship in. He’s undressed you before but you can only remember him getting off clothes that are in his way, not him taking his time to pull your socks off your feet and set them aside with your boots. He lifts your shirt over your head, attempts to fold it nicely but ultimately fails so it's more of a half rumpled mess, and sets it aside as well. 

His gloveless hands linger over the skin of the tops of your breasts, then trace the line of the band towards your back so he can unclasp it. The thin straps fall down your shoulders and he gently hooks his fingers in them to pull them down. 

He’s a little distracted by your bared skin, as he always is. For a man who has sworn to never show his own skin, he takes such a keen interest in the sight and feel of yours. So much so that he even likes to watch you stretch your arms over your head when you wake up in the morning, just to see the sliver of skin on your stomach that is revealed when your shirt rides up. 

Din’s fingers play over the top of your breasts and over the curves of them, your nipples tighten when he runs calloused thumbs over them. Your skin is so fucking soft it makes him dizzy sometimes; he can’t stop touching and caressing and if he has the time and inclination he’ll lift the visor up to taste you. 

Always so you can’t see his face, and you do respectfully close your eyes when you see his hand come to the edge of it out of habit. He can only smell so much from underneath the helmet but that close he memorizes the scent of you -- that soap you bought from a street vendor in Nevarro, sometimes a little smoke if you spent time soldering things, and something else that’s just you. 

He guides you up to your feet and watches you through the visor as he starts to undo your pants. For all you know, he’s staring at your breasts but you have a feeling he isn’t as you stare back into the darkness of the visor where you think his eyes might be. 

You half expected him to pull your pants and panties off separately, but he doesn’t seem to mind cutting that corner as he tugs them both down over your ass and down your thighs. He lets you put your hands on his shoulders for balance, the beskar a little colder than the room, as he gently bends one of your legs at the knee to slide the pants off and then the other. 

Finally, you’re completely naked and he’s on his knees in front of you, visor tilted upwards at you as you keep your hands on the pauldrons of the armor he holds so sacred. His hands are on your hips, the only skin he’s showing except for the sliver of the skin of his throat you can see between his shirt and the helmet. His thumbs gently move back and forth over your skin and it’s a firm grip he has on you, his fingers pressing into your skin but it doesn’t hurt at all. 

You aren’t really sure what this is, but there’s a reason behind it you’re sure. The air has a sort of thickness in it, and you know he’s thinking something behind the blank mask of the helmet but you can’t be sure of what it is.  

It’s almost reverent. 

He tips the visor, pressing his forehead to your skin and it’s cold. Normally this situation would be erotic in an entirely different way -- you’d feel exposed while he was completely covered and there would be a power dynamic that would send chills down your spine -- but it's not that at all. Din’s the one on his knees in front of you, and if you’re the one who is bared from head to toe why does it feel like he’s the one who is being vulnerable?  

You grip his hands, feeling the warmth of his skin, and when he lays you down in the bunk you press your lips to each knuckle, and then the palm. You hear the crackle of the vocoder as it picks up a sharp breath from underneath the helmet after the first few kisses, and then a barely perceptible groan when your lips meet the inside of his wrist as far down as his shirtsleeve goes.

Din pulls his member out, pants bunched up just a little bit where he shoves them down and slides inside of you --  slow, and gentle. 

It’s a strange dichotomy -- the cold hardness of the beskar that presses against your flesh and the soft warmth of his hands, his cock, and the way he rocks his hips into yours. 

Din’s not very good at words, but he’ll show you when he can. 

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#the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian imagine #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you

[moonlight-prose]

You already know who I'm yearning for 24/7. Can I have a headcanon about him? Literally anything fluffy or filthy in good with 🥺

𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧

𝐀/𝐍 || Romeo for the win! Hope you like it darling!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || A storm couldn't even stop the willingness he showed to help you.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 1.1k

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 1980s!Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || none, minor cussing, mentions of car wreck

“It’s raining!”

You were stating the obvious at this point, but he didn’t seem to be listening. Continuing to check that everything on his bike was properly in place, his jacket zipped all the way up. He had even closed your jacket as well. All the while continuing to ignore your rendition of the weather report. Because yes...it was in fact raining. Had been for days and you had to go out to meet with Liv for wedding plans, but had no way of actually getting out there.

Cab drivers hadn’t ventured over into this area for awhile and walking it to the subway was never a good idea. So you went with your only other option. Asking your boyfriend for help.

“You can’t drive in this Din, it’s pouring.”

He sighed, placing the helmet on your head. “I’ve driven in worse sweetheart.”

“Okay Mr. I’m an action star. You may have driven in worse, but I haven’t and I don’t want to fall off the back of your bike. You’d never find me if I did fall of-”

He kissed you. Kissed you.

You had to hand it to the man. He knew how to get you to shut the fuck up, and it worked about ninety percent of the time. Luckily it worked this time as well. The exasperated look on his face telling you that to keep up with the weather talk would mean he’d personally push you off his bike. You didn’t want to find out if he’d actually go through with it.

“It’s only a fifteen minute drive,” he said, opening the garage door to the pouring mess that was outside. Raindrops coming down hard enough to have knocked a branch over onto the ground, and suddenly you were ready to cancel on Liv. Tell her that the wedding stuff could come when it wasn’t hurricane style weather outside.

“I’m not going out there,” you replied.

He laughed, sitting on his bike and waiting. Even you knew he was right in this. You were going even if he had to drag your ass out there himself. Reluctantly you settled on the back of his bike, arms wrapping around him so tightly you were sure his circulation was being cut off. A precaution to make sure that you remained in the seat. Or maybe you were just afraid of venturing out into the world when the sky looked darker than the asphalt he drove on.

“Ready?”

You nodded, taking in a breath as he drove the few feet needed to exit the garage. It was your job to get off and close the door, so you ran as fast as you could, nearly sliding on the muddy ground. All to make sure his garage didn’t flood while you were gone. Which yes...it was important. You were back on his bike within two minutes, your arms around him once more.

“Go!” you shouted over the sound of the rain, feeling the water soak through your jeans and shoes.

You were definitely insane for going out in this weather; the street was empty of even cars as he merged onto the highway. The rain came down in sheets, until you couldn’t even see four feet in front of the bike. Dangerous. It was absolutely dangerous to be doing this, but still you didn’t mind all that much when you were doing it with him. In the past few months, you’d held a gun, punched someone in the face, and ended up in a prison cell.

All things you didn’t think would happen, but you wouldn’t trade it. Because you’d take all the danger that came with loving him over the woman you used to be. The one who was afraid to even talk out of line, lest she get told off.

Halfway down the highway he stopped the bike, seeing the amount of traffic in front of him and turning his head to see if there was another way out. Apparently someone had crashed their car; the person standing off to the side discussing with officers about what happened. Which meant...you’d be late for the appointment with Liv.

“Get off at the exit!” Pointing at the small opening, you felt the bike lurch as he headed in that direction, horns echoing in the background at the maneuver Din pulled.

You were going to die.

Traffic seemed to be at every turn. The extreme weather conditions, a hindrance to nearly everything, and yet somehow he made it through. Weaving through the cars until he ended up stuck in the middle of the road. Some people had gotten out of their cars to see what the hell had happened to cause this, and at this point you were ready to make a run for it. Two blocks away wasn’t so bad that it would make you weary.

He leaned back in the seat, planting his feet on the ground to keep the bike steady between his legs as he pulled the helmet off his head. “We’re stuck,” he said, glancing at you.

“I could just hike it.”

“Fuck no.” He tried moving the bike forward, but the traffic was similar to a parking lot at this point. No way out, no way past. And it’s not like he would be willing to drive on the sidewalk that seemed to also be flooded with water.

Getting off slowly you felt his hand go to your wrist. “I can’t miss this one. It’s only two blocks! I’ll be fine.”

Were you reassuring him or yourself? He nodded, dragging you closer by your wrist in order to kiss you quickly, the rain making his face cold. Although you were sure you didn’t fare any better.

“You walk on the sidewalks okay? Don’t try to get into the street. People are reckless drivers when it rains.”

You smiled, cupping his cheek. “Says the man who cut off everyone just to get me to this point.”

“I know what I’m doing. There’s a difference.”

Scoffing you pressed another kiss to his lips, dragging yourself back until you were a good foot away from him. “Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone Romeo.”

“I should be saying that to you sweetheart.”

And that’s where you left him. Sitting on his bike in the pouring rain as you sprinted towards the sidewalk; water hitting you in the face as you went. All this work to get to a dress appointment. You were pretty sure that there wasn’t a piece of you that wasn’t soaked through from the rain. But it was worth it. Because you heard his engine in the distance, heard his voice in your head telling you to be safe, and you knew right then and there.

You’d withstand the rain for him any day of the year. Just as he’d done for you.

#sleepover weekend #my writing #din djarin x fem!reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x y/n #din djarin #pedro pascal #black velvet

[absurdthirst]

if ur taking request i just finsihed crying so can i get like a blurb or something with just like cuddles with din 👉🏽👈🏽🥺

“Mesh’la.” The voice through the modulator comes out surprisingly soft as you lay facing the wall. You couldn’t have hoped that he wouldn’t have heard you sniffling, even with the noisy hum of the ship. “What’s wrong?”

Your cot was the most private of things, but that didn’t matter to you. You were traveling with a Mandalorian and his child. You were safe and protected and that was normally what mattered.

You wiped your eyes and sniffles again, trying to tell yourself you didn’t need someone to hold you and tell you it would be okay. You were strong enough to handle things on your own. After all, that’s why Mando or Din as you’ve been calling him recently, hired you on.

When you don’t answer, you hear a heavy sigh. Footsteps walking a few paces from you and suddenly the entire interior of the ship is dark. Inky black to where you can’t see inches from your face.

The cot shifts, sinks as you feel him sit on the edge. A few grunts come out from his modulator as he does Maker only knows what, his body rocking slightly from one side to the other and then a mechanical hiss, before there is a thump on the steel floor that is loud enough to make you jump.

Your breath catches as you feel him stretch out behind you, his longer frame hugging yours as he presses close. An arm is pushed under your neck, cradling it as another came over the side and tucked around you, hauling you against a warm, non armored covered back.

He’s taken off his armor. “I’m here, cyar’ika.” The rich baritone makes you shudder. It’s not distorted by the modulator in his helmet that gives it a tinny sound. This is organic. Din has taken off his helmet.

He doesn’t say anything. The silence is comfortable, soothing. But you can feel his muscles tighten when you shift, locking your close. His breath puffing against yours skin as he breathes out.

In the dark, you are surrounded by him. Protected by him, even if he doesn’t know what from. It doesn’t matter. You need this and he doesn’t mind the feeling of you pressed against him, the intimacy of it.

Soon you find yourself drifting off to sleep, Din completely wrapped around you and cuddling you to him.

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #the mandalorian #mando

[scribbledghost]

Hi! Do you have any thoughts on how the full 10 would feel about going to Disneyland? (thank you!)

Note: no problem! This is such a cute prompt 🥺

Agent Whiskey:

Ohhhh he’s so excited. He’s probably wanted to go since he was a kid but his family never had the money to. So he’s absolutely LIVING when he gets to go this time. He’s doing and seeing everything, and you can bet on that. He has the absolute time of his life.

Javier Peña:

He probably views it as a little bit too “childish” for him, but don’t let that stop you. Once he gets there and you convince him to loosen up a little, he’ll start to come out of his shell. You find that he’s particularly fond of the Animal Kingdom area.

Din Djarin:

Overall he doesn’t think one way or another about it. The child seems to be having the time of his life, and so are you, so that’s all that matters to him. Galaxy’s Edge seems a little... uncanny valley to him though. He prefers not to go near it.

Catfish/Frankie Morales:

I’d like to think he’d have a good time! Particularly in Epcot, just because he likes seeing all the different areas. He’s also fond of the more exciting rides. But his absolute favorite part is getting to watch the fireworks with you at the end of the day.

Ezra:

I think he’d be SO fascinated by all of it. He can’t get enough of it. The... opulence of the entire place just astounds him. So if you just let him go and do whatever he wants, he’s definitely not leaving until he’s seen and done everything at least once.

Oberyn Martell:

He’s probably absolutely delighted by the whole thing. There’s just so much to see and do that for most people, it would be a little overwhelming, but that’s the sort of stuff Oberyn lives for. He loves the entire experience, and he definitely wouldn’t mind returning.

Maxwell Lord:

Honestly I can see Maxwell focusing more on the marketing/business opportunities than anything else. Disney is nothing if not a bastion of incredible PR stunts, and he probably scouts out lessons to be learned from them during his entire time in the parks.

Max Phillips:

Don’t let him fool you, he loves it there. He’ll act like a stereotypical obnoxious teenage boy the entire time, but he really does enjoy himself. It’s one of the few times you’ll be able to get him to not think about work for an extended period of time.

Marcus Pike:

Someone take this man to Disneyland I’m BEGGING YOU. He’ll have such a good time. Also, you’re getting matching t-shirts at some point, so you’d better make your peace with that. His favorite place is Magic Kingdom, and he could probably spend an entire week just in that section.

Pero Tovar:

You know those stereotypical pictures where someone’s got their grump face on with their arm crossed but they’re wearing the mouse ears? That’s Tovar. “Happiest Place in the World” his ass. (He secretly has a lot of fun. Don’t tell anyone though).

#Agent whiskey #Javier Peña #din djarin #catfish #frankie morales #ezra #oberyn martell #maxwell lord #max phillips #marcus pike #pero tovar #tovar #ghost scribbles

[frannyzooey]

I think: That's the writer who can do it all; who writes threesomes like a champ, who writes all aspects of established relationships so masterfully, who writes spectacular, delectable smut, who makes me cry about the Mandalorian letting his pregnant wife sit on his face before fetching her dumplings in the middle of the night (??? apparently!!! your power, Kelli), whose OFC has found a place in my heart and who inspired me to take up writing again 🥺

(You didn't technically ask for this, but I also think: That's my friend Kelli!!!; who is so sweet, and kind, and generous, who gets me and sends me book recommendations and fanfic ideas that make my heart stop (and my 😺 throb), and who I love and adore 🥰)

oh my god 🥺❤️

Okay I can’t play this game anymore because weeping in your office is....frowned upon?....looks weird?

*shuts office door*

I don’t even know what to say back to this my lovely, except for I am beyond grateful to have popped into your ask box one day and met you — you have made such an incredible difference in my life ❤️

I couldn’t be more thankful to see your username on my dash and think “that’s my friend — one I can send fic ideas to, porn gifs to, book recommendations to, someone who I can talk to about my day and her day and who gets me, someone who brings me joy seeing every interaction she has with her other half @javier-pena and someone who will support me and clown with me and someone who I feel 100% comfortable just being me around”

You have made me feel so special about those things you’ve said about my writing — especially inspiring you to write again yourself, because what a BLESSING your writing is to us — and thank you so much for the special mention of Din letting his pregnant wife sit on his face before he gets her dumplings because idk why, but that little Writer Wednesday (thank you @autumnleaves1991-blog for the amazing prompts!) has stuck with me for ages — I love that one so, so much.

BUT NOT AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOU ❤️

#ask game #goddamnit #I’m weepy #javierpcna

[boomtowngirl]

So what would be the first gift Din would give you? I see a lot of people saying it would be a weapon, probably a blaster. But I respectfully disagree, because I think our Din would be sweeter than that. Thoughts?

Thinking about this made me soft omg 🥺

I agree with you, I think he’d probably do it unconsciously. Maybe the only coat you had ended up with a gash on the side after a messy encounter with another bounty hunter, it wasn’t anything terrible but you knew he blamed himself for it.

A few weeks later he’d come back from a hunt that took a bit longer than usual, you wouldn’t see him straight away because you’d be tinkering with something that broke on a corner of the Crest, so you’d meet him in the cockpit but, before you reached it, you’d see a carefully wrapped box on your cot, inside there would be a beautiful coat (and with details in your favorite color because our boy Din definitely pays attention to what you say and what makes you happy), the material soft and light, but also warm and much more resistant than your old coat. When you climb the ladder to the cockpit he’d be tense, Din’s heart would be beating so fast and he’d definitely be thinking “what if she doesn’t like it? What if she hates it?, she’s quiet, I knew I should’ve gotten the other one, maybe I offended her?! I should probably apologize”.

You’d practically feel him blushing from his seat and would have to assure him that you appreciated it, you actually loved it. He’d relax a little and say he couldn’t help but worry about you when you went to cold planets and, since you lost your old coat, he wanted to give you a new one so you’d be more comfortable and protected from the weather. 🥲

After that he’d be less scared of bringing you things, it could be simple like some berries he noticed you enjoyed, or more complex like a bouquet of flowers he found in a fancy flower shop when he was on his way back from a cantina, you’d scold him for spending a lot of credits on it since it was species that could only be found on your home planet, but he’d just say “I don’t mind, I remember you said you missed them. And it’s worth it if it makes you smile”. (He actually went out of his way to find a shop that actually sold those flowers, but he wouldn’t let you know that)

Then we get to the weapon... you’d be using one of his since you met, he’d let you choose which one you wanted. You’d land on a planet you visited a few weeks after you joined him and the kid and he wouldn’t say why you were there or where he was going, only that he had to “collect something from someone”, later you’d find out that the something he was talking about was a handmade weapon that he got specially for you (because let’s face it, Din must be a pain in the ass when it comes to buying guns, he knows everything about them so if something isn’t 100% perfect he’s not taking it, and he doesn’t trust those weapons you can buy anywhere). He’d try to brush it off when he saw how surprised you were and say that it took a while for the guy he knew to craft it, but it was finally done and he knew that if you, who are the most amazing and badass person in the universe, had a trustworthy weapon in your hands, then he could stop worrying all the time if you were ok (HUGE LIE, Din can’t stop worrying about you, he just can’t help it, he’ll even worry if you drank enough water during the day).

And, once again, I’m emotional. If you excuse me, I’m gonna cry quietly on a corner so I won’t wake my dogs up.

#Din’s a sweetheart without even realizing #the mandalorian #din djarin #baby yoda #din djarin x reader #mando x reader #towny writes