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A/N: Hi friends. I haven't written anything in a while, as I've been tussling with my mental health and raging SAD from the weather near me. Please accept this Mandalorian drabble? Rambling? Takes place between the end of season two and Din's appearance in the Book of Boba Fett. Tags: The Mandalorian, Mandalorian x Reader, Din Djarin x Reader, Mandalorian x F!Reader, Apostate!Din WARNINGS: None Summary: You've been a safe place for Din Djarin for years. He comes to you at his most vulnerable, but always has to leave before you're ready. Title inspired by the Hozier song of the same name.

Word count: 1.6k+

Hours later, you’re still in shock.

Din Djarin is in bed next to you, sans helmet.

It wasn’t unusual for him to be in your home- hell, it would be more unusual for him not to be there between jobs. Your Mandalorian had spent years visiting, hovering somewhere in between a lover and a partner. He shows up in the afternoon one day, and is gone early in the morning before you wake. When he returns, beaten and bruised, you chastise him for leaving without saying goodbye. The routine was comfortable. Familiar. 

Except every other time he had been there, you had never seen his face. 

It feels like a dance each time he comes. You tend to his wounds quickly but gently, lathering cuts and bruises in bacta before wrapping bandages or slings where necessary to let the medication heal. Once you’ve played nurse, Din secludes himself to your study to eat dinner. And each time, without fail, he leads you to the bedroom to extinguish the fireplace and blow out your candles. His hands find your body, and he ravishes you in the darkness. 

Key word being darkness.

Today was the same song and dance. He’d limped into your cabin without greeting, shaking snow from his armored body and settling himself into a kitchen chair while you fussed. A tube of bacta and half a roll of bandages later, he silently trudged away to eat in the study. There was a distinct lack of little green child with him today, which was a major concern after the past year. You suspected it had something to do with the oppressive sense of sorrow following him through the house. So you carried on with your usual routine, asking little to no questions. It wasn’t until he’d crowded you up against the sink, bowl still in your grip as you rinsed it, that he spoke. 

“Mesh’la.”

Strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist, and you leaned back into an unarmored chest. In hindsight, you chastised yourself for not noticing the words lacked the electrical buzz of a vocoder. 

“Din.” You returned.

He only grunts, right hand gliding up your side. It grips your shoulder, and presses until you turn to face him, bowl still gripped in your damp fingers. 

“You know, words are- Din!”

The porcelain bowl shattered as it collided with the kitchen floor. You’d dropped it out of pure instinct, hands flying up to cover your eyes. As much as you’d tried to forget what you saw, it was burned into your brain. Wavy hair, long nose with a scar crossing the bridge of it. Big, brown eyes that couldn’t possibly belong to someone so stern and ruthless. It flashes across your mind, and you almost tear up at the thought of Din breaking his Creed after all these years. 

But he’d pulled your hands away and explained - while your eyes are still pinched closed- that he was an apostate. The Child was returned to his own people, but at the cost of Din’s Creed. It had taken minutes of coaxing and reassurance, but you’d opened your eyes and cursed the universe for being so cruel as to hide such a face. From the set of his brow to the nervous biting of his lip, you basked in seeing so much bare skin. It took less time for him to attach his lips to yours and lead you out of the kitchen.

He’d taken you to bed, and now here you sit. 

Your room isn’t anything special. Quaint and cozy if nothing else, with two small windows that face out over the mountain’s edge. A fireplace flickers opposite the bed, its warmth trickling out to the sheets and heating your toes. Two bookshelves border either side of your headboard, with a nightstand tucked on Din’s side of the bed. On it, the usually extinguished candles burn bright. 

The firelight flickers against Din’s tan skin, highlighting each bead of sweat and curled tendril of hair where it sticks to his forehead. He’s naked, back propped against the headboard and covered in a maroon sheet from the waist down. You’ve donned a short silk robe, black and bordered with laces where it plunges between your breasts. You lay between his legs above the sheets, head on his chest. One of his large hands caresses your scalp and trails to the ends of your hair. The other hand is occupied by a half-full glass of old Corellian whiskey. 

You trace a line of yellow bruises on his hip where they extend below the sheet on his lap. 

“What happened to you?”

His chest rumbles. “I fought an Imperial Moff. And Imperial battle droids.”

Your eyes widen, and you sit up. Din’s hand leaves your hair to grasp at your waist, pulling you to face him.

“Stars, Din.” You reach out to touch a patch of black and blue skin over his collarbone. “No wonder you’re so beat up. I’ll get you some more bacta before we go to sleep.”

He lifts your fingers from his collarbone to his mouth, kissing each fingertip. “You’re too good to me, cyar’ika.”

“You deserve it.” Is your instant reply. 

If there was anything you knew about Din, it was that he never quite comprehended the good he brought to the world. 

The Mandalorian brings the whiskey to his lips and takes a swig. You opt to push an errant curl behind his ear. 

“I’m not a good man,” Your name falls off his tongue like honey. “Spent my whole life as kyramud.” 

You tilt your head at the Mando’a. He’d called you some pet names for years- mesh’la, cyar’ika. But this… kyramud was new. Without his helmet, hearing anything out of his mouth was like a drug. But Mando’a warmed you to the core, building off Din’s comfort and fondness when he spoke the ancient tongue. You yearned to know more. 

“Teach me Mando’a.” You kiss him gently, tasting the whiskey where it lingers on his lips. “So I can tell you why you deserve every bit of kindness.”

Din adjusts your legs so you’re sitting square between his, rear end on the bed and legs straddling his waist. He props you up with the ridiculous amount of pillows lying around. 

“I’ll teach you anything you want.” Din strokes your knee. “Where do I start?”

You chew on your bottom lip. “What am I to you?”

“Ner cyare.” He pauses, debating. The whiskey makes another appearance, and you’re distracted by his Adam's apple bobbing deliciously in the column of his throat. “Naysol uj par ni. Each day I see you is aay’han.”

“What does that mean?”

Din tilts your chin up. “My beloved. Too sweet for me.”

You blush. “What about the end? Ay-hen?”

“Aay’han. Mourning and joy. At the same time.” He finishes the whiskey. “I mourn when I leave you here.”

Much to your annoyance, tears prick your eyes at the reminder that when you closed them, he would be gone before you woke. “Don’t remind me. Please.”

Din leans forward to capture your lips with his. The sensation only serves to make the stinging behind your eyes worse, and a single tear drips down your cheek. He’s quick to kiss it away, large hand curling into your hair. You climb all the way into his lap, suddenly desperate for closeness. His skin is hot and damp, and you’ve never felt anything better. 

“Ni ceta. I never meant to hurt you.”

You sniffle against his neck. “Just promise me you’ll say goodbye from now on.”

He wets two fingers with his tongue and extinguishes the candles before cradling you in strong arms. Two words are murmured into your hair, quiet but sound.  

“I promise.”

You grip him tighter than ever, warmth sadly fading as the dread of morning envelopes you. 

*

The reflection of daylight off snow-covered ground wakes you. 

It bounces in your windows, bathing the room in cool white light. You blink slowly, a heaviness settled on all of your limbs. It’s a familiar soreness that aches from your shoulders to between your legs, dredging up memories of the night before. Din’s bare face, and all the sweet words in Mando’a that he tried to teach you before you remembered he can never stay as long as you’d like. You sigh, letting one of your arms dangle off the edge of the bed. The thought of turning over and seeing the candles, thinking about him blowing them out on each visit was too fresh. It’s easier to lay and stew in your sadness, watching fluffy flakes of snow fall. The clock on your wall reads ‘1457’, another unintentional reminder of your late-night escapades.

You hate to admit that the feeling makes you tear up again. So you lay in bed, curled beneath a thick comforter while the fireplace crackles its last few breaths towards your feet. It’s easier to stare at the snow than it is to close your eyes and think about Din. 

“Damn it.” You breathe. 

“What are you damning?”

You swear that you stop breathing for a moment. Despite the fact that he had already spoken, you ask aloud, “Din?”

The sounds of bare feet padding across the floor nears, and the Mandalorian appears in your vision. Barefoot and clad only in a pair of loose gray lounge pants that tighten at his ankles. His abdomen is without cover, displaying an array of healing bruises and deep scars. You sit up, letting your feet hang off the bed. 

“You’re still here?” You look at the clock again. “At 1500?”

Din smiles, kneeling in front of you. He presses a mug of steaming Caf into your hands and a kiss to your forehead. 

“If it’s alright with you… I might be for a while.”

It’s your turn to smile as he smoothes away your bedhead. 

“No arguments.” You sip at the warm mug. “I’ll keep taking my Caf in bed, though.”

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The Caretaker

| Prologue |

↳ Summary: You’ve lived your whole life on your own, relying on no one but yourself to keep this child safe, you’re whole world is about to come to a complete change however when a bounty hunter enters your lives with no more then stoic silence and an insistence his name is the Mandalorian- whatever that is. You don’t know where you’re going, but you know it’s going to be a long trip.

↳ Pairing: Mandalorian/Reader,

↳ Genre: Action, slowburn(?), fluff, mild angst, future smut? We’ll see as the plot advances.

Word Count: 2.2k

___ | Next

“What are you gonna do about it little girl?”

Your body felt weak, the dry heat of Arvala-7 was still prominent even in the inclosed space of this makeshift base, or maybe a fort? It was pure bad luck when you had run into the Nikto mercenaries, it was even worse luck when they thought they’d sell you over to a slave company. Or at least that was the word that was currently being talked about. What was in front of you however, was even more demeaning.

Two of the mercenaries who had been guarding you had become all the more mocking, thoroughly enjoying tormenting you. You had yet to budge until they dragged the child into it. Your lips quivering and eyes threatening to sting as the Nikto held him by the foot, the child letting out a shrill cry as you glared, “Put him down! He’s just a child.”

They only laughed at you, the other shoving you down, pain throbbing in your side at the awkward way you landed before wincing, your hands which had attempted to catch you pulsing at the burning sting and your breath hitched in pain. They tossed the child back into the metal pod as it cried out, little sobs escaping it as you crawled over, eyes burning into their backs with anger as they walked back towards the door laughing with one another.

“Shhh, it’s okay little one.” You bundled him back into your arms, cradling the little child against your chest, his big doe eyes calming at the sight of you and his big floppy ears perking down, “I’m here, just you wait,” You lowered your voice as you soothingly rubbed your thumb along his forehead causing a bubbling coo to escape his lips, “Those nasty men will get there’s.”

The child only tilted his head, as if not understanding your words, rather choosing to settle his head against your chest as you hummed quietly, wincing as you stood up. There was no telling what bruises you’d have, all you could hope was by some miracle you’d be able to find a way to escape this encampment and make your way back to your home planet.

You couldn’t help but sigh, sitting down against the supply case as you shifted your hold against the infant, even if you could make it back to Akiva, what was the point? You doubted your tribe would even remember you, it had been years and you had been carted to plenty of desert planets. When was the last time you had seen greenery? You couldn’t help but close your eyes at the idea.

Lush tall trees that looked as if they could level mountains, soft yet prickly green grass beneath your toes instead of the scorching hot sand, cool moist air with the thick scent of evergreen. You wanted so badly to be able to imagine it vividly, but it was only a hazy, distant memory now. One that was hard to even remember when your lungs were suffocating with sand. But you couldn’t just live on a desert planet the rest of your life, not with a child now. He needed a better life than just desert lizards and dust.

Akiva was hardly an option, it was more than a few light years away, but it was better than nothing.

Hearing a soft coo from the little one only made you glance down with a tut before giving a soft smile, you had discovered it off the grove of your planet Akiva when you were younger yourself, but you had hardly made it more than a half mile before you were whisked away. You had assumed at first it was the child the stormtroopers wanted, yet the commander had given you one look and directed you be taken as well.

You and this little green child’s destiny had been intertwined ever since. You had grown up since then, but this one...well he had grown, maybe a half inch? His age was remarkable and you had yet to see another of his kind, you couldn’t help but wonder how old it was. You knew he was well over ten years old, but still. How old was it when you found him? After so many years you couldn’t help but become attached to this nameless child though you often referred to him affectionately as Jaa, which was a direct translation in your native tongue to: Child. It seemed rather redundant but you thought it was cute until you could figure out it’s name, or well, the name he had been given at least.

The loud blast had been muffled but was enough to cause you to jump. Standing up straight as you hugged the child against your chest, the ring of another three…? Four shots fired. This wasn’t too uncommon in the past week and a half. There was often a lot of gunfire outside but you rarely thought anything of it.

It had been alarming at first but you quickly came to the conclusion it was nothing to be worried over. You could barely let out a breath before jumping at the sound of the alarm going off, it was loud and deep making you swallow thickly once more. Not only your two guards had rush into your room but a third unfamiliar as well.

“Come here you little bitch.” You let out an unpleasant noise and the child shrilled a cry at being jostled around. Before you could even ask what was going on you had been shoved back into the small confines of your cell, the door ceiling shut besides the small peep of a window. It was cramped and you could feel your claustrophobia kicking in.

Taking shaky breathes as you jolted at the sound of heavy gunfire from outside the confines of your small space, had another group of mercenaries come? Or did a deal outside go bad? You could only hope you’d be able to get out of here soon.

A few more minutes had passed yet the gunfire hadn’t deceased, in fact, it sounded even more heavy, as if a full blown shootout had begun. The child must have sensed the disturbance as well as it began to cry, soft bubbling whines escaping it’s lips as you kept your breath steady.

Rebundling him as you hummed, “Shhh, it’s okay.” Curling him back against your chest you continued to hush the child as calmly as you could.

The gunfire had finally stopped causing you to breathe a sigh of relief, it wasn’t ideal but at least you’d be let out of this small, cramped space soon to properly care for the child. You had soothed him enough for a small coo to escape it’s lips, letting it’s head rest against your chest once more, his eyes heavy as if having worn himself out from being under so much stress within the last half hour.

A few more shots had fired before falling quiet once more, had the Nikto gotten rid of the rest? Your body tensed at the sudden rounds of gunfire, it couldn’t have been from a single blaster. Could it? The child had worn himself out too heavily to cry anymore from how loud and harsh the chainblaster was but you had been nearly sent over the edge, curling your knees against your chest to keep the child as protected as possible.

Nuzzling down to keep him swaddled against you as you closed your eyes. The machine fire had heightened after a moment of silence causing your breath to hitch, surely the Nikto had won, right? You would’ve been more than happy to know they had all died, but the idea of something unknown taking them out had you scared. You could handle the Nikto mercenaries but you weren’t sure about this group. Were they ruthless? Were they just raiding the base for supplies and would kill you after finding you?

Or maybe, they pass you up without a second glance. A shimmer of hope fluttered in your chest, if this was just a raider group, then you’d be able to surely find a way out of this small hole and escape.

Carefully you shifted to the front of the small cell, glancing out the small window as you noticed the Nikto pressed against the wall on the inside of your room, suddenly jumping to the door with his gun aimed. You jumped at the blaster that sounded and the mercenary flying backwards. A drop in your stomach made you nearly nausea as you scooted to the back of the small cell once more, you had a feeling, they weren’t just raiders, whoever they were.

You felt as if you could hear a pin drop it was so quiet now compared to all the noise earlier, were all the Nikto dead now? It almost felt like a ghost town. Your body tensed at the once open hole suddenly covered by a flash of bronze metal, it had paused as if accessing the small airlock they considered your cell.

Holding your breath you curled into yourself once more, fearing the worst as your hold on the child tightened. He was so young still, he couldn’t be taken away from you now. Not when he was just a little one. Just as the door slid open you covered your face with a small whimper. Yet not a single gunshot came after a moment of silence. Hesitantly you looked up from the large hood you had worn, lips quivered at the sight of two figures, one being a mercenary droid, and the other, clearly a human mercenary, or so he looked from above his armor.

“Please….” You rasped quietly, eyes large and fearful at the lifeless figures of both mercenaries that stared at you blankly, the child stirring against your chest at the sound of your voice before peering out from it’s swaddle of cloth in innocent curiosity. Yet nothing came from them, in regards to you.

Rather the armored one almost seemed conflicted, “They said one was fifty years old…” He looked over to the droid before back to you, and then the child as if trying to access which of you was supposed to be this acclaimed age. But you were not even close to fifty, in your twenties, yes, but you still had a long way to go. Which could only mean....At one point you would’ve denied this child was around fifty, but now? It could only make sense.

The droid rotated it’s head as it mechanically spoke, “Species age differently.” It said it as if it was a statement, but you’d give it merit, it was clearly the truth. You had almost grown up with this child and yet it was only you who grew, “Perhaps it can live many centuries.”

The child only pushed the cloth further down, a little coo escaping his lips as he tilted his head, as if intently listening to the two new faces, regardless you pulled your knees a little closer to yourself to shield the child’s curious gaze, apprehensive at their motives, and judging by the blaster’s they were both strapped with, it wasn’t good, “Sadly we’ll never know.”

Your gasp was quiet as you curled further at the sight of the mercenary droids gun lifting, they were going to not only kill you but the child as well? It was so young, just an infant, they couldn’t! You didn’t want to die either but you’d gladly volunteer in the child’s place if you could, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself knowing this child, your world had been taken from the world itself.

“No.” You glanced up cautiously at the other mercenary, his hand pushing the blaster back down as he glanced between you and the child, “We’ll bring them in alive.” Bring you in? Bring you in where? You couldn’t help but feel an involuntary shiver up your spine, was he referring to the what was left of the imperial? The ones you had barely escaped from by tooth and nail so long ago.

Even after all these years you still didn’t have a clear answer, what did the imperial want with you and this child? What was their motive and why were you needed so badly?

“The commission was quite specific,” The droid replied diplomatically, as if not taking any other answer as it lifted it’s blaster once more, “The assets were to be terminated.” Had they been hired to kill you and the child?

A lump in your throat formed at the possibility, what could you have ever done to warrant a bounty of your head? Let alone the child? You’d never find out now though as the droid raised the blaster once more, it’s partner not stopping him this time as you let out a breathy sniffle, curling up and closing your eyes tightly. Apologizing to the little one as much as you could in your mind with the last few seconds you’d have left of consciousness.

The blaster shot rang out and caused you to jump, a slight ringing in your ears and for a half a second you were worried it had shot the child first.

But upon inspection the droid had collapsed, and the gun the man held was placed back in it’s holster. Standing in silent inspection as you swallowed thickly, whoever this man was. You couldn’t help but silently thank his humanity.

Note: oop- sorry for such a short chapter but this is a prologue per say which is at the end of Episode 1! Let me know if you like it and if let me know if you’d like me to start a taglist for you guys!

Things you said when we were drunk with Din x Reader

Meve your brain is massive

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

Warnings: none, allllllll fluff, so much fluff

WC: 475

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

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

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

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

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

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

You laughed again. “Yeah, okay.”

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

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

He still said nothing.

“Din, are you serious?”

He gave a simple, “Yes.”

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

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

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

“You would really marry me?” you whispered.

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

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

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

He was quiet for a long time.

“Are you going to sleep?”

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

You smacked his arm and laughed softly into the night.

“You’re an idiot, Din Djarin.”

Pretty Picture

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din would do anything to keep any outside threat from touching his clan.

Warnings: Mostly fluff, mentions of expanding a clan, slightly steamy, helmetless!Din, Grogu being a menace frogs were devoured, blood, sniper, protective!Din, slightly unhinged!Din (only briefly).

A/N: Took me a lot longer than I intended, but here we are. @sofasoap This is for you❤️ Happy Star Wars Day✨

It’s a cute house.

Small and cosy. With a wide backyard you know your son is going to enjoy taking advantage. No neighbours for miles, and you’re sure your husband is going to thoroughly appreciate not having random people bother him at any given time of the day.

It’s a really cute house. A new beginning for your little family.

“Do you like it?” Din asks from behind you as you quietly walk through the door, taking in the interior.

He can’t see it yet but you’re already smiling. Beaming with joy. You don’t remember ever being this happy in your entire life. It is everything you could’ve ever dreamed of and so much more.

You were going to have to thank Karga later for this wonderful gift.

You feel your husband’s solid armour pressing at your beck, his arms wrapping around you with a gentle strength. “Riduur?”

The word jolts you out of your reverie. You lean into his embrace, restraining the urge to laugh in utter glee. You just have so much to say, so many thank you’s lining your tongue all at once.

Instead, your head shifts enough so you can press your lips on the side of his Beskar helm. “It’s perfect.”

“Are you sure?” You can hear the genuine worry in his voice. It was the need for him to have everything in place. “We can change a few things if you want.”

He’s always like this. Stoic on the outside, but secretly wracked with nerves if you wouldn’t like something. But anything he always gives you is always heartfelt and therefore, it is perfect just the way it is.

However, you tap your chin whilst pretending to contemplate. “Maybe the couch… or the curtains.”

As expected, he’s already backtracking. He releases his arms around you in an instant. “We can go right now–”

“Din, I’m kidding.” You turned around, giggling as you threw your arms around his neck. He was so easy to mess with sometimes. “This…”

The house. The child. The peace. Him. All of it. These are the things you didn’t think you would ever attain after Moff Gideon resurfaced. But after facing the impossible, after defeating him and his army, you can finally rest assured, knowing that nothing and no one can hurt you and your little family again.

“This is all I’ve ever dreamed of from the moment I fell in love with you.”

And you fell hard. You don’t think you can imagine your future with anyone else. The mere thought alone doesn’t sit right with you and you hope you never have to face the possibility of such a reality.

“You and me.” Your fingers trace the edge of his helm. “And a few little warriors running around our house as we grow old together.” His grasp tightens around you in agreement. “It’s all coming true now.”

“Part of it.” he says, glancing around. “We have the house, but…”

“But?” your brows raise in question.

“We only have one little warrior.” Heat floods your cheeks at his words.

This wasn’t something you and him have not spoken about before. Din has made it known that Mandalorians were raised with the ideals of family centred around them. And he has made it known that he wasn’t against the idea of expanding his clan. In fact, he was eager.

“What are you suggesting?” you asked slowly, smiling.

The heat of his gaze simmers lowly as he slowly backs you further into your new home. A slow progression of desire building between you and him that is only going to implode somewhere in the near future. 

“I think…” He unhurriedly pulls the helmet off and you can finally see the heat in his brown eyes. It drops to the floor when the curve of his nose brushes against yours and you can feel the warmth of his breath against yours. “The little womp rat needs a sibling.”

 “Or two.” You peck his lips. “Maybe three.”

A second later, his lips press against yours. It’s slow, heated, melting into your bones. You don’t hesitate to lace your fingers through his soft hair. He hums into your mouth as he clings to you, murmuring, “or four” into your mouth. 

You were right about one thing. Din is really going to appreciate having no neighbours.

Karga thoroughly enjoyed the fresh pastries you baked with your brand-new oven. 

“Keep feeding me like this and I'm going to grow larger by the day.” He bites into another cupcake while you laugh.

“You eat almost as much as the kid.” Din adds next to you, making you laugh harder while Karga almost chokes.

It's true. The only person who loved your sweet pastries more than Karga and Din was your son. Grogu never wastes a second to ‘help’ you in the kitchen when you’re baking, when really he’s just waiting for the chance to lick the batter off the spoon when you’re not looking. He is currently sleeping through a sugar coma in his floating pod.

In the midst of fixing his pillow, you glance around the small cafe to see an abundance of people. Some faces you were familiar with, but most were new.

You smile when you think about how different Nevarro is, compared to a few years ago. This little town is thriving in the best way possible. You were going to like it here.

Din doesn’t think he’s going to like it here.

There’s too many new eyes, too many unfamiliar faces. Granted, crime rates had lowered significantly after the scum of the earth was cleared out from this town, a lot more people came to settle down here.

Of course, that’s not a bad thing. It really isn’t.

But why is it that every time a strange face looks at you a certain way, alarm bells ring in his head?

He doesn’t want to be paranoid. However, he has been a bounty hunter for years. And if those years have taught him something, it is to always trust his gut.

And his gut is telling him that one of the new residents of Nevarro does not have the best intentions. For that, Din hardly catches a wink the following nights.

There's always that nagging feeling at the back of his mind that he's being watched. Or worse… you're being watched.

It's midnight when he sits next to you on the bed and watches you sleep. His bare fingers gently graze your cheek, careful not to stir you awake. That's one of the things he regrets; you quickly become a light sleeper because of him. Never felt safe enough to fall into a deep sleep when you know that someone with malicious intent might be lurking nearby.

Din hopes your sleep pattern might change back to the way it was before. He wants you to rest now. To be as comfortable as possible.

Your steady breaths are gentle waves washing his guilt away.  It soothes him in a way. Your peace. The lack of fear or worry. It makes him feel like after all the hell you went through while you were travelling with him, he's finally done something right to make you feel safe.

This little home on the outskirts of town is all he wanted for the kid and for you. A place where his clan can finally settle down and take root without any risks.

But this precious dream of his is being threatened again.

If he could allow himself to give into the thought of taking off his armour and lying down next to you, he would. But the pestering sensation of being shadowed by outsiders won't go away.

He reluctantly draws his hand away from you and puts his gloves back on. He makes sure the windows are locked and goes to the other room to ensure that Grogu is safe as well. The baby is just as blissfully unaware of the dangers outside as you are.

Din is determined to keep it that way for tonight.

“Staring is rude, you know.” you mutter behind your book before taking a sip of your juice.

Din tenses. “I’m not staring.”

“Maybe not at me.” You hum, your eyes crinkling as you turn another page. “The man behind me seems to be unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of your ire.”

He hates that you’re so perceptive. Your eyes are still drawn to the ink on the page, but it feels like you can see right through his armour. Din knows that you can most days.

The man sitting in the booth behind you isn’t as subtle as he thinks he is. Another stranger in town, another new Resident of Nevarro. This one claims to be here to start a new business. Something about selling rare droid parts. Din claims bantha shit. Karga would’ve told him about it yesterday at lunch.

This particular individual’s presence doesn’t sit well with him. Din isn’t sure he likes the way he looks at you.

“Only because he’s either trying to see what exactly you’re reading or he’s spying on you.” Both options make him burn with barely contained rage.

He hates this. After all that he’s been through to make sure his little family is alive and happy, it all amounted to nothing because this one person is making him feel uncomfortable in the one place where he’s supposed to be safe.

“Should we go back home?” You close your book and reach into the floating pod next to you, gently adjusting Grogu’s clothes so you can get a better look at him. “I think the kid’s had enough sunshine for today.”

The kid fell asleep not long ago. A couple of hours of frolicking around wiped him out.

Din stands up and helps you gather your bag. The pod is sealed shut and when he is sure it’s secured, his hand never leaves the small of your back as you make your way out of the cafe.

All while he is overly aware of your stalker’s eyes boring a hole in the back of his head.

He’s not surprised when Axe Wolves tells him that the man is a spy for what was left of Moff Gideon’s forces. Apparently the man claims to be starting a fresh page by settling on Nevarro. At least that’s what he told the entire town. If Din’s instincts didn’t scream imposter every time he looked at this man, he almost might believe him.

Almost.

The Mandalorians that had stayed behind on Nevarro mobilized immediately when Din voiced his concerns. They fully supported him, as they were also worried about their safety if they didn’t stay on guard.

Din should warn Bo-Katan. He doesn’t like the idea of more Imperials on Mandalore. One army of them was one army too many. The Empire had done everything it possibly could to destroy that planet and everything to do with it.

“From what we’ve gathered, he’s been scoping Gideon’s abandoned lab.” says Koska. “Amongst other places.”

Abandoned. But not forgotten. Karga hadn’t gotten around to clearing out that base and utilising the land for expanding more of the town. If the late Moff’s spies are still sniffing around, obviously, there must be something worth looking for there.

“Other places?” Din looks at him.

His lungs already constrict when he thinks about you and Grogu. You’re both at home, probably relaxing your worries away. He can already imagine you; laying down with a book in hand while watching over a sleeping baby with a serene expression. If there was someone watching you–

“We think he’s been spying on your home too.” Din’s jaw clenched tightly. “Given that it’s located in a remote area, I’d say he’s planning for an ambush.”

He didn’t need to hear another word. He was already on his way back to the house.

For all of the men he’s killed, this one brought out a certain maddening rage within him that he didn’t bother to temper once Koska was done getting information out of him.

The same man from the cafe had been terrified when he was caught. It didn’t take much for him to start talking. Gideon’s most loyal soldiers, those that survived anyway, needed resources. He was only sent there to see if the abandoned lab on Nevarro still had anything worth salvaging. And he was also told of a Mandalorian who lived outside the perimeter of the town. That he has a wife and child.

“I wasn’t gonna do anything, I swear!” he panted harshly after coughing up blood. Din had enjoyed torturing him. “I was just told to spy on them!”

The man’s hands were cuffed behind his back as he knelt against the rocky ground. His hair was dusty and skin was stained with blood from being kicked and beaten half to death. He was found not too far away from the house outside the town, laying against a rock with one eye closed. The other looked through the scope of a rifle.

The target? You. Enjoying a cup of chocolate milk on the porch as you watch Grogu hunt for frogs.

“Really?” Koska’s sarcastic barb. She dropped a bag with his belongings and held up one pouch. It clinked when she shook it. “Sounds like you got paid a lot more than to just spy.”

“I’m guessing that’s only half of it.” Axe scoffs, shaking his head. “He was going to collect the other half to get the job done.”

He would know that. Any experienced mercenary would.

If Din had been a second late, he would’ve returned home to find the scene of a crime. He would've lost you or the kid or worse. This world would've come crashing down.

Axe faces him, raising an eyebrow. “What do you think we should do with him, Din?”

What should he do? What he was already planning to do. He already knows what he's going to do to anyone who threatens the life that he's built here. To anyone who threatens you and Grogu.

“I think…” Din draws his vibroblade. The prisoner's eyes widened significantly, and it fills him with a sick satisfaction.“We should make an example out of him.”

Finally, for once, he gets to dole out justice. Rid the galaxy of one less vile monster. Make your world a little safer.

“If the others want to try something stupid, then they should know that there are consequences.”

Axe and Koska regard him carefully before both of them break into slow smirks. All three Mandalorians look at the prisoner.

A man, scared and helpless. Almost hard to believe that he was ready to stain his hands with the blood of a mother and her child. A family that had nothing to do with him. Innocent blood. Scum like him are lower than dirt.

He is not going to live past today.

And he knows it.

“No…” He shakes his head in denial, trying to crawl back away from them. “No, please–”

“Riduur?” Your sweet voice is all he could hear when he holds you in the dark. “Everything okay?”

He arrived home in the middle of the night after a successful hunt with Axe and Koska. He found you in Grogu’s room, making sure that his window was closed so that the midnight chill doesn’t bother him.

The fury of his violence still burns hot in his veins. It still occurs to him that you could’ve died today. That your life would’ve been cut short. He still wants to go back to that corpse, the one strung high on a pole for intruders to see and do even more damage than what was already done.

He wants Gideon’s remaining allies to see what he’s capable of. How far he’ll go to protect his clan. And how much farther he’ll go to avenge it if it ever comes to that. Din prays it’ll never have to come to that.

“It will be soon.” His embrace tightens.

He has no intention of ever being the cause of your distress. And he'll be damned if he lets anyone try to hurt you or his son ever again.

Your fingers graze the side of his helm. He's almost startled by your gentle tone, “Is this blood?”

“It’s not mine.” He did not realize how hollow he felt until he heard his own voice.

This entire ordeal drained him. Worrying over you. Finding the intruder and making sure he took his last breath. All of this rage, this despair flooding his chest, it’s taking more of a toll on him than he thought.

It doesn’t, however, mean he’s ever going to stop being on the lookout for any more threats. Karga is going to have to monitor any more incoming settlers and visitors to prevent this from happening again.

You’re quiet for a moment before you make a rhetorical inquiry, “Do I even want to know?”

Din removes his gloves behind your back and picks you up. You make no qualms as you allow him, legs wrapping around his waist and hands clinging to his neck as he carries you.

“I’ll tell you later.” 

If you have any worries about the blood staining his armour, you give no confessions. You, instead, lay your head against his shoulder. He feels your ease, your lack of judgement or resistance. You know that whatever it is he had to do, it was for the clan’s safety.

He holds you closer that night in bed. The violent fury slowly disintegrates with each kiss and each caress. Every second of the night, you fill the hollow space in his heart. You whisper to him, thanking him for protecting you and the child. For taking care of both of you.

His heart is content knowing that you would rather ride the stormy seas with him than sail in smooth waters with anyone else. All his life, he never would’ve imagined he’d come this far. He had always pictured dying on a battlefield with either a blaster or a blade in his hand.

But this? This is far better.

It’s the prettiest picture you’ve granted him. And he’ll cherish it for the rest of his life and beyond that.

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[slow-burn. eventual smut, 18+. MDNI. series complete.]

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↬      ❝  your hands shove hard into his breastplate, fingers immediately aching at the impenetrable hardness of the armor. “just to be clear, I did not do this for you.” you spit coldly, glaring upwards against the glare of the sun. the Mandalorian normally stands more than a foot taller than you, but soon he’s so close that you see yourself in his visor, a menacing finger pointing down the bridge of your nose. at his words, your whole body trembles. “do not put your hands on me.” his voice is threatening, deep, low. “ever." ❞

part i - salvation

part ii - gratitude

part iii - ka’ra

part iv - compromise *

part v - trust

part vi - promise*

part vii - unforgiven

part viii - vengeance* 

[series is complete!]

Fire Meet Gasoline

Pairing: The Mandalorian x F!Reader

Word Count 2.6K

Warnings: Just some good ol' pining

Author's Note: So this is my first ever Din fic! It's totally self indulgent, I was listening Fire Meet Gasoline by Sia and got in my feels about teaching Din to dance. Feedback is always welcome, hope you guys enjoy!

During your time on the Crest you'd grown accustomed to moments of quiet. When you'd first encountered the Mandolorian you'd found it hard to imagine there was a real person underneath the armour and his silence had made you nervous.

He had hired you to take care of the child whilst he tracked down quarries. Never would you have guessed that in a matter of months the ship would become the closest thing to a home you've ever had, the little womp rat and grumpy wall of beskar burying their way into your heart.

Mando had warmed to you over time. The changes so subtle if he were anyone else you wouldn't of even noticed.

He revealed it in the way he was more at ease with you around, where at first he was tense whenever you came near, he now relaxed when he heard your footsteps.

He liked to watch you playing with the child, chasing the happy little ball of energy around the ship until the kid's giggles were echoing off the walls and you were glowing with joy. He relished the times you'd keep him company whilst he was cleaning weapons, filling the usual silence with little stories from your past.

As his trust in you grew, Mando would tell you stories of his own and these moments you treasured the most, tucking them away in the tender corners of your heart. Moments like this you could almost glimpse the man he was behind the armour.

You've grown to find comfort in the sound of his voice, which makes the stone wall of silence he's currently projecting that much more suffocating. He's returned from a hunt in the foulest of moods. Living with him you'd nearly forgotten the reputation he has until you were faced with a dangerous energy so fierce it almost sends a spark of fear down your spine.

When you had heard the sound of his boots coming up the ramp you had rushed with the baby in your arms to meet him. He was 3 days late returning and you had been more worried than you would dare admit out loud. But before so much as a greeting could pass your lips he had swept past you, smelling of sweat, blood and ash, disappearing to deal with the quarry.

The anger that had poured off of him in waves was nearly enough for you to turn and run to your room, but the little creature in your arms was babbling excitedly at the smallest glimpse of his Buir and you knew a meltdown would ensue if you had kept them apart any longer.

Now you're sat in a deathly silence with Mando whilst the child coos in his crib, playing with a small toy frog you'd bought for him on one of the last planets you'd been on, completely oblivious to the negative emotions in the room.

The radio is playing softly and you notice Mando staring in its direction like he can't decide whether he doesn't mind it or he wants to smash the thing to pieces.

"I put it on for the baby" you say quietly "he grows anxious when you're gone too long but the music calms him."

He only nods at your explanation and you sigh, not wanting to push him for conversation but also desperately searching for a way to possibly lighten the mood before the silence drowns you.

As you both sit staring out at the stars a different song plays on the radio and it's one you recognise.

Just like the first time you met the Mandalorian, your body is up and moving towards him before your brain can register the consequences. He turns to you questioningly as you approach and you stand between his knees, hands held to him.

"Dance with me" your words are loud, only amplified further by the silence that follows. He's taken aback by your request, not that you can tell, his head tilted to the side the only visual indication that he heard you.

Repeating yourself when he doesn't respond, you're little less sure now your mind has had the chance to catch up. He's still just watching you and your heart sinks in your chest, embarrassment causing your eyes to dart away from him as your hands lower back to your sides. You go to turn away, determined to flee to the safety of your room and away from the intensity of his gaze that's searing your skin.

"I'm sorry, it was a stupid suggestion, just forget I-"

A warm hand on your wrist halts your attempt to escape and the shockwaves that roll through your body from his touch should carry their own warning label. Oh stars, this is the first time he's ever touched you without his gloves and it's enough to make you light headed.

"I don't know how" he states simply. And for a second you think he's going to leave it at that and the subject will be dropped, never to be spoken of again. But his hand is still holding yours and his thumb is absentmindedly drawing small circles on your skin.

You turn back to him slowly, scared if you move to quick he'll get spooked and pull away, you offer your other hand which to your relief he takes without question, lacing his fingers gently through yours.

"I'll teach you" you smile down at him, giving a small tug on his hands and he rises to his feet, eliminating any space there was between you both and you feel breathless slightly before you've even begun.

Releasing a shaky breath you put one of his hands on your waist before raising your hand to his beskar covered shoulder. If this was anyone else, you think, they would look ridiculous. But the sight of Mando before you, holding you like this, is making your heart gallop in your chest and your mouth run dry.

You take your first few steps, hesitantly taking the lead until he gets the idea. In all honesty you haven't really got a clue what you're doing, everything you know is from holovids and the occasional times you've had to dance at weddings. You really have no business teaching anybody but stars, you'd become a pro if it mean't getting to be close to him like this.

He stumbles and steps on your toes a bit at first, too concerned with looking down and watching the way your feet move instead of just letting the movement flow between you. He mutters short apologies and if you could see his face under the helmet you would see an embarrassed blush painting the seemingly stoic warrior's cheeks.

"Hey it's okay don't worry, just look at me" you soothe, smiling as his helmet tilts up to indicate his eyes are now on yours.

His footing becomes more sure of itself as he stares into your eyes, on auto pilot as if your bodies were always meant to be moving in sync together.

He twirls you away from him before pulling you back tightly to his chest and you can't help the little gasp that escapes your lips.

"I thought you didn't know how to dance" you say almost accusingly and something that sounds like a small amused chuckle drifts through the modulator of his helmet.

"I've never danced myself but I have seen other people do it, it's not like I live under a rock" he huffs.

Laughter bursts from you, momentarily stunning the Mandalorian, his eyes wide as he drinks you in, radiant in your delight.  It hits him then that he can never go back to the silence after having this, having you, eyes glittering and face glowing as he holds you in his arms. He'd dance with you until his lungs run out of oxygen and the bones of his legs splintered if you asked it of him.

You've awakened something in him he's never felt before, there's a heat that's been curling under his skin, steadily growing the longer he's with you. Despite the cold beskar covering him he feels scorched in all the places your body touches his, yet still he craves you closer.

"Mando!" You shriek with laughter when he leads you into an outrageous dip, your hair brushing across the floor. He yanks you back up until you're flush against his chest, his helmet lightly coming down to touch against your forehead.

Being this close to him is so overwhelming it's as if the air suddenly evaporates from your lungs and all you can do is stare into where you think his eyes should be, panting slightly.

"Too much?" He breathes, eyes darting from yours to your lips. He's torn between cursing the helmet he wears for not being able to feel you against him and being thankful for it hiding the hunger for you that's displayed clearly across his face.

"It was perfect" you whisper. Nothing this man ever did would be too much, you wanted it all, craved every piece of him he had to offer.

You're hardly dancing anymore, your arms are wound tight around his neck, no space left between any parts of you as you sway slightly trying to keep up the pretence of why you're this close together. Maker you could die happily right now knowing what it felt like to be held by him, you daren't let your mind wander to more. The idea alone threatens to send sparks of lightening through your veins.

Unknown to you, Mando has let his mind wander and it's stoked the heat in his blood to boiling point, he's almost desperate to know how your skin would feel against his, how your lips would taste. His fingers tighten against your waist as he asks,

"Do you trust me?"

Your head pulls back slightly to look at him, dazed almost, when you answer an immediate yes. You trust this man with your life, he would protect you and his son until his last breath, but you're not sure why he's asking. That is until he raises a hand to cup your cheek.

"Close your eyes" he whispers

You look at him quizically but he only strokes his thumb across your cheekbone and repeats himself.

"Close your eyes cyar'ika"

Your eyes flutter closed, heart pounding when he pulls away. For a moment there's silence and then a small hiss of air, followed by a thud of something heavy being placed on one of the chairs. Your heart is hammering at your ribs now as you hear him make his way back to you.

That couldnt be what you thought it was, no way did he just-

Warm calloused hands cup your face and he's drawing you closer towards him. Your body is trembling and you swear you'll crumble to dust if his body isn't flush against yours once more. That train of thought is ripped from your mind when only centimetres away from you he murmers "Keep them closed for me mesh'la."

You don't even have time to register the bolt of pleasure that rips up your spine at hearing his real voice before his lips are on yours and you're lost.

The heat between the two of you swells as his tongue swipes your lower lip for entrance, that you grant with small moan, deepening the kiss and thouroughly exploring your mouth. Mando swears his knees almost buckle at his first real taste of you.

His grip on you would be almost painful if you weren't utterly delirious from his kisses, your own hands plunging into his hair and earning you a choked groan that makes the flames in your belly burn brighter.

He's walking you backwards until you meet the cool wall, doing nothing to lessen the burning of your skin as he presses up against you. His hands grasp yours pulling them up and above your head pinning you in place as he bites your lower lip, sucking it into his mouth gently to soothe the hurt.

"Mando!" You gasp as he drags his mouth across your jaw, teeth nipping slightly as the trail leads down your neck.

"Din... my name is Din" He rasps against your lips, returning to delve back into your mouth again. You're eyes are squeezed tightly shut, head spinning and you feel drunk from the combination of how he feels and the fact he's just given you his real name.

You're heart almost bursts with the trust he has put in you. It only makes the feelings you have for him intensify and you kiss him with everything you have, hands fisting in his hair to anchor him to you.

But just as you begin to lose yourself in him once more, a shrill cry fills the air. With the most unfortunate timing possible, the child has woken from his nap in a fit of tears and demands consolling. 

With a sigh Din turns quickly redress so the baby won't see him and you make your way to the little one's crib by ear, only opening your eyes once you reach it and you're sure there's no chance you'll catch sight of Din.

Picking up the sobbing infant, he only grows more upset as you try to comfort him, little hands reaching out towards his Buir. You smile towards a now fully covered Din, offering over the child who's crying stops immediately the moment he settles against his armoured chest.

Din strokes one of the child's big ears before leaning down to softly touch his forehead towards his ad'ika.

"He missed you while you were gone...we both did" you say almost shy, eyes falling to the ground like you're not sure how to act now you're not touching him.

Footsteps approach you as fingers reach to grasp your chin lifting your eyes to his visor.

"And I you. The quarry fought harder than expected, I hate that it kept me from you both for so long" he says, the warmth in his voice wrapping itself around you as he goes to pull away. Suddenly he stops, turning back towards you and leaning in close to your ear.

"Oh and cyar'ika... don't think I'm finished with you just yet" he whispers before slipping out of the room to take care of his son, leaving you with wide eyes and the fire in your blood warming you once more.

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a place among the stars - masterlist

a little au fever dream where din djarin is poe dameron’s father; a tale of how he found you, and how poe came to be.

*follows the general timeline of the mandalorian season 2 and book of boba fett, obvious changes to poe’s story (it is an au after all)

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- I just really wanted to write a din fic and this au idea was 10000% an edible-induced fever dream but I don’t care - obviously ignoring poe’s timeline and going by the few details in the sequel trilogy (in the actual timeline he’d be about seven years old during mando’s storyline but HERE WE ARE) - mostly just me talking out of my ass and using the wookiepedia like a bible

18+, no minors allowed, chapters with smut are marked with *, no use of y/n

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chapters

1 - the rescue

2 - the marshal

3 - the goodbye*

4 - the return*

5 - the bounty

6 - the tragedy

7 - the aftermath

8 - the reunion

9 - the beginning

10 - the end

bonus - snapshots

*coming soon*

Rough Day (The Mandalorian x Reader)

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 3.1K

Summary: When you woke up this morning, you didn’t really think it would be a “fixing Mando’s knife wound and then giving him a handjob” kind of day today but hey, who knew that agreeing to babysit a bounty hunter’s weird, green little child would be so full of surprises.

Warnings: Smut, language, handjobs (duh), dirty talk, Pedro Pascal (deserves his own warning), mentions of blood, spoilers for the Mandalorian.

Maker, why is this even a thing?

You don’t know his name.  You’ve never seen his face.  He barely says a word, doesn’t even move much unless he needs to.  If he didn’t have such an obvious complex about droids, you would’ve thought he could be one himself, quietly forged and hidden beneath gleaming beskar armor for an untold number of years.  You know practically nothing about him other than the few things you’ve heard about his culture—most likely either grossly exaggerated or just flat out nonsense.  Everything about him is an enigma, even down to the vaguely impersonal things, such as the technical name for his “poof gun” or what insane percentage of his body weight metal has to account for.

But that doesn’t stop you.  Nope, the fact that you’ve never even seen a strip of his skin doesn’t stop you from nursing a stupid, helpless crush on the quiet bounty hunter.  Stars, it’s ridiculous.  The modulated, low baritone, the intimidating way he carries himself, so stoic and dark and foreboding and tall—

He terrifies you.  You’re absolutely terrified of bothering him, of being too forward or inquisitive.  You sit in the cockpit with him for hours in dead silence, kid perched on your lap in the copilot’s seat to keep him from touching anything, hypnotized by the way his helmet subtly reflects the streaks of hyperspace as they race by and thinking about all the impossible things you want to know but can never ask about.  The last thing you want to do is accidentally test his patience, possibly get marooned on some backwater planet somewhere because you just couldn’t accept something so beautifully mysterious for what it is.

So you ultimately strive to be almost as quiet as he is, always helpful but never in the way.  You troubleshoot mechanical issues with the vessel when they make themselves known, take the baby in one of the secluded areas of the hull and play peekaboo for a bit when he gets too fussy, or just pick up a rag and start cleaning when there’s nothing else to occupy your time.  You sleep occasionally, curling up on the floor of the hull with a blanket to avoid taking up too much space, living out of your suitcase and making a generous ten percent of his commissions just by copiloting and keeping watch over the child while he works.  With the strict schedule he keeps, your pay is always handsome and consistent, even if it is all a bit boring.

Watching him wrestle his bounties into carbonite is admittedly the most exciting part for you, the rest of your days filled with nothing but the interior of the vessel as it either travels through hyperspace or sits stationary on a planet.  He always returns to you bruised and dirty, manhandling and shoving his bounties up the ramp and into the carbonite chamber one by one, not bothering with the fuel needed to collect payment until at least three or four have been retrieved.

You try not to constantly replay the incredibly vivid memory of one of them snarling something sexually obscene at you once and how quickly the bounty hunter whipped his fist out and broke his nose before freezing him.

“Isn’t… isn’t he still conscious in there?”  You remember asking, studying the disgustingly crooked angle of the man’s shattered silver nose, to which the Mandalorian shortly replied, “Yes,” before clambering into the cockpit and taking off.

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Fill

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18! Minors, DNI!

Summary: Anon request, “Okay then, he ya go … This is for Din. I have a thing for brat taming, and every one knows that Din has that ✨Breeding Kink✨. So, I think after a day of teasing and trying to work him up so he will just wreck your shit, he decides that your punishment is not to fully get the Mando D, but he is still going to fill you up. Just barely pushing inside so that he can make sure that you will be stuff with nothing but his cum when he decides that your punishment is over. 💀”

Pairing: Din x fem!Reader

Warnings: Dom!Din, very light name calling (brat is the only one used), unprotected p in v, breeding kink, very light choking, teasing, general season 2 spoilers.

Word Count: 4.5k (look, at least it’s less than 5k; that was the goal)

You didn’t need to see his face to know that Din was angry.

You could feel the ire rolling off him in waves as you stood by his side near the speeder bike and watched Cobb Vanth place the Mandalorian armor on the back. Din was pointedly looking away from you, his visor trained on Cobb, as his hands flexed at his sides. His patience was running thin, you knew that, but you couldn’t help pressing your luck as you smiled at the marshal of Mos Pelgo.

“Good luck with everything, Cobb,” you hummed as you reached out and placed a hand on his bicep. “Hopefully, this will give you guys a fresh start and put Mos Pelgo back on the map.”

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Watchful

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18! Minors, DNI!

Summary: Boba likes an audience and so do you. What happens when Din needs to speak with Boba but your lover isn’t ready to let you go? Well, he lets Din watch, of course.

Warnings: A little choking, mentions of murder, canon typical violence for Boba, voyeurism, exhibitionism (and I think that’s it?)

Pairing:  Boba x fem!reader (ft. Din)

Word Count: 4.8k (….my bad)

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Though you’d been gone for over a month, the palace was exactly as you last saw it. People milled about, blasters holstered at their sides and weapons slung across their back. Credits exchanged hands as tracking fobs were passed to their respective hunters. Spotchka filled jars littered the little nooks and crannies of the stone structure, waiting for the next guest to take a sip.

It was the exact opposite of what you imagined for your future but it was comfortable and familiar and you were glad to be home.

As they had done since the day you stepped foot into the palace by Boba’s side, the guests that roamed the halls averted their gazes as you sauntered by. Those who were regulars rarely gave you a second glance, even when they felt certain no one was watching, lest they draw the ire of the man who was now king. Those who were new quickly learned to do the same.

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THE BET

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rated E | 8.3k words | 1/1

“What if you had picked up a bounty? For me.”

Back on Nevarro there were rumors of his tracking prowess and his ruthlessness. It had intimidated you, before you met him.

“In a city like this?” He pauses for a long moment to mull it over, “I bet… I could have you back on this ship in an hour.”

Your mouth drops open, deeply, incredibly offended, “An hour? Are you kriffing serious? Is that all?”

Or - a playful bet with the Mandalorian goes south when you question his hunting abilities. What will happen if he catches you?

Tags: Semi-Public Sex, Praise Kink, Rough Sex, Fighting as Foreplay, Bounty Hunter Foreplay. Reader is mentioned having a cybernetic eye. 

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Bred

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: E | 6.1k words

“Don’t push me.” His voice is lower than you’ve ever heard it, practically a growl.

“Or what?” You taunt, your self-preservation disappearing faster than credits at a sabacc table, “You’ll fuck a baby into me?”

The silence that fills the room is absolutely deafening.

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Or - Mando realizes he has a Breeding Kink

Tags/Warnings: Breeding Kink, No Pregnancy (but talks of it), Praise Kink, light sub/dom-ish, did I mention praise kink?

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"little jedi" — din djarin

minors, this isn't for you <3

pairing: dom!dindjarin x f!reader

context: the mandalorian has been working with you, a Jedi, for some time now. your most recent mission has sparked an argument and some interesting words to be shared between you

contains: smut (obvi), small agegap?, rude!dindjarin, teasing, use of pet name (little Jedi), oral (both receiving/giving), insulting, unprotected piv, kinda rough sex?, blindfolding, may contain false stuff abt jedi's appearance and clothing lol idk, pls tell me if i forgot anything :p

wordcount: 3.4k

no use of y/n

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"Don't walk away from me." Din's voice is loud and clear through the deserted path to his ship. He watches you pick up your pace as you hear his threatening voice.

Without a word, you enter his ship, ignoring the tension in the quite small space. Your eyes dart towards him, wishing you could see the scowl on his face, but you didn't need to see it to know it was there. You knew his brows were knit tight, his brown eyes glaring at you and that same disapproving look you could also see in his body language. Din watched you as you removed your robes, leaving yourself in a simple cream coloured shirt and brown pants.

"Stop staring." You demands, your harsh voice catching him off guard. Though his helmet is made of Beskar, Din thought the heat radiating from him might just melt it and his entire armor off his body.

Turning away, he sighs, raising his voice slightly at you. "You didn't listen to me — I told you to stay put! Do you know the risk you put us in?"

"Sorry, didn't know I signed a contract agreeing to obey every damn thing you say. I can make my own decisions, you know that right?" Youe words come out quick, sharp like the looks you were throwing at him. You watched him whip around to face you, quick and long strides making their way to tower over your frame.

"You agreed to accompany me, Jedi. Not the other way around." His voice is deeper from behind his helmet, the shiny metal almost making you want to ruin it from the anger he fueled inside you.

A sarcastic laugh left your lips, almost without your permission. "You're right, I forgot. I totally agreed to letting you boss me around, talk to me like I'm some brain-dead girl that can't think for herself!"

Angrily, you waved your hand in front of his face. However, his sudden movement, his harsh fingers around your wrist, made you stop and still in your place. Doe-like eyes stared back at the visor on his helmet. You wondered what was going on behind it.

Din's head dipped lower to your height, your wrist still in his grasp as his threatening aura made you slightly back away from him. "You sure do act like it, Little Jedi."

Youe throat caught his attention as you swallowed, your chest rising up and down as the air suddenly seemed too thick to breathe. In its own twisted way, you crumpled like a leaf over his nickname for you. He knew exactly when to use it, how to use it and when to repeat it. He wasn't one to show affection or much emotion, but the way his words sounded like venom when they said your name or your nickname was enough for you to stand down. He seemed dangerous when angry.

"Let me go." Your attempt at sounding confident, bigger than him only failed when he took a step, and then another and backed you up in a corner.

Din couldn't help but stare at your flushed cheeks. Your lips turned red when angry, but he knew you was more flustered than angry. He wasn't stupid to know the appeal he had on you.

"Where's that loud mouth now, huh?" He mocked you. Turning your face away from him, you forcefully took your wrist out of his grasp, rubbing the sore spot. You tried hard to ignore the close proximity, the way his heat radiated off of his body and almost melted you before him. Or how his chest pressed up against yours. "C'mon, Little Jedi."

With a harsh look, you glared back up at him through your lashes, hair falling over your eyes slightly. "What? What do you want?"

"Admit it. Admit you love going against me just so I can corner you like this."

Din's words caught you off guard, almost making your jaw detach itself from your face. Your widened eyes only made him more amused at the situation, at his newly found discovery about you. The way your heart rammed against your chest and your sweaty palms gave you away, allowing him to read you like an open book.

A nervous chuckle sounded from your throat, shaking your head and looking away from him yet again. "You're insane."

Your legs tried to move, to free yourself from him, but he was like a wall; not moving or even budging to let you leave. "Seriously, come on. You're being fucking annoying."

"Me? Annoying?" Your heart skipped a beat at the tone of his voice, "You, on the other hand... You think I like putting up with you, Jedi? Your outbursts, those goddamn tantrums you throw like some kid... You're nothing but a piece of wood between my fingers, Little Jedi."

"Stop calling me that."

He cocked his head to the side, catching your attention with his sudden movement. "What? Does it bother you?"

Of all your time knowing him, he never smiled, or laughed. Maybe the occasional snicker, but this time — this time you could hear the smirk in his voice.

Din's finger reached under your chin, forcefully turning your head to face him. Another swallow goes down your throat and it does something to him in the pit of his stomach. The grip he's got on you through his gloves and the harshness in his movement results into a quiet gasp to leave your lips.

"What am I going to do with you, hm?" His grip turns your head to the side slightly, an uncomfortable look across your features, "I could always turn you in. How's that sound?"

You moved against his grip, lips parted at his words. "You-You wouldn't..." But even you weren't sure if he would or wouldn't. He was unpredictable.

"No? What's stopping me, Jedi? Give me a reason, come on."

You bit back a harsh answer, keeping your tongue in place. Shutting your eyes for a moment and sucking in a breath, you finally saw there's no compromise. "Fine! Fine — I'm sorry, okay?"

Din finds your apology surprising, never before getting you to apologize as quick. Usually it took an entire week.

"Sorry about..?"

His teasing only maked you feel smaller and he knows it — he can feel it. He knows that beyond the insults you throw at him and glares he receives, you'd crumble and fall into his hand perfectly.

Your brows knit in discomfort. "About being insufferable. About not listening to you and—and screwing with the mission. There, is that enough?"

He tuts, shaking his head. "Not even close." The heat in his stomach only grows when he sees your puzzled look and innocent eyes. "Show me. Show me just how sorry you are."

His eyes catch a glimpse as the realization washes over your face. It feels as though he's sucked the air out of your lungs and left you empty, nothing but a shell with a barely beating heart.

You felt the heat between your legs grow, scorching hot and it takes all your power not to fumble before him. Your palms raise to grip the sides of his helmet, looking at the ground and squeezing your eyes shut as you lift it over his head. Din's breath catches in his throat, but he knows you'd never disobey that one order he made you swear to respect. With nothing but darkness before you, your knees bend and fall to the ground.

The sight makes a smirk reappear on his rugged features. Your palms resting on your thighs and your face looking up at him with your eyes closed. Din's fingers reach for the material from your robes, pulling one that was small enough to cover your eyes.

You felt his fingers against your cheek and the familiar material over your eyes, tied tight at the back of your head.

"You see, Little Jedi?" He keeps his fingers close on your face, thumb rubbing your cheekbone. "It's so easy to just listen, and follow my rules, right?"

He feels his pants becoming tighter around his crotch as his bulge hardens, making the pain almost unbearable. The sight of you nodding makes the grin on his face widen, pulling you up on your feet. You stumble, gasping when you collide with his chest and use your palms to steady yourself.

"Go ahead," His tone is almost dehumanizing, monotone as he waits for you to continue, "You know what to do."

With unsteady hands, you glide them down his chest, to his waist until you finally land on his utility belt. Your now shaking fingers undo his belt, holding it up for him to take it. Once he does, you finds the pieces of armor on his body, detaching them and leaving him in his black shirt and black pants. He pulls his gloves off his hands, moving his fingers around until he feels comfortable.

"Good... You're already progressing well."

The entire time, your mouth is bone dry, lips parted and brows knit in concentration. You don't know that he keeps eyeing your blush or down the cleavage of your shirt that he messed up. But the feeling of not knowing what comes next excites you; it makes you bite your lip and grow more and more wet between your legs.

Din's sudden movement startles you when he grabs your forearm, moving you to where you assumed was the bed he was too lazy to make earlier that day in the morning. You heard him sit down and pull you back down on the ground, wincing as your knees hit the harsh floors of his ship.

"Why the urge to rebel against me, huh?" He questions you, fingers running through your messy hair. "What pleasure does it bring you?"

Your throat closes, lips parted yet no words seeming to come out. "I-I don't know... There isn't... Any pleasure."

Your ears pick up his dark laugh. "Don't lie. You enjoy this. You know when we come back, that I'll tie your eyes and use you how I like. That's it, isn't it?"

You licks your dry lips, coating the inside of your mouth with saliva. Understanding that he's already got you where he likes, you don't even try to deny him. "Y-Yes..."

"Oh, Jedi, I'm sorry. Didn't quite catch that."

"You're right, Din. That's it."

At the low mention of his name, you hear him groan, taking your wrists in his hands and placing them on his thighs as he sits before you. The uneasiness in your movements makes him impatient, yet he loves the pleasure that comes with the pain of anticipation.

Moving on your knees, you inch closer so that you're fully between his legs and find the buttons and zipper of his pants. Your heavy breaths echo around his head, listening to the zipper as you pull it down.

"I-I can't see where—"

"Here."

His hand positions your palm over his growing cock and you almost flinch. Finding the hem of his underwear, you pull it down and feel further. Your soft and unsure fingers along his skin only make him throw his head back, exhaling. You wraps your fingers around the base, using one hand on his thigh to balance yourself. With a gentle thrust, your voice cracks open once again.

"What do you want me to do?"

Din smiles as he closes his eyes, soon bringing a hand to the back of your head. He feels his precum drip down his cock and onto the fingers wrapped around him. "What do you think, Little Jedi?"

He knows you'd never say it out loud so he watches as you give him a few pumps and bring his tip to your lips, tongue swirling around the head of his cock. A sudden wave of confidence finds its way in your chest and you simply stay at his tip, not moving further down. Din's groans and hisses grow louder, the same way the slick between your folds grows wetter through your underwear.

"Jedi..."

His tone is demanding, a warning disguised as a simple nickname.

"Hm?"

A dark laugh erupts from his chest at your innocent hum and he forces your head down his cock, looking at your cheek bulging as you take him. Your saliva coats him fully, staining your cheeks when he pulls you off to let you catch your breath. A string of your saliva keeps you connected to him and he can't help but admire the mess in front of him. You were practically glistening.

"You can try all you want, Little Jedi. I'm in control here."

He doesn't give you time to respond and tightens his grip around the strands of your hair and pushes your mouth back down on his cock, getting off to the sound of you choking and gagging around him. He seems to ignore the grip you have on his thigh or the small taps you give him to get him to stop. He moans when his tip hits the back of your throat, pulling you off of him forcefully.

Stumbling back, you fell onto your butt, gasping for air and feeling the tears from your eyes stream down your cheeks. In your own way, you enjoyed his torture, his rough hands and anticipation. Your coughs grab his attention and he takes your hand, somewhat gently and pulls you off the ground. You stumble in his hold, sitting on the mattress.

"If only you could see the mess on you right now," He whispers in your ear, crouching between your legs afterwards and squeezing your soft thighs. You feel a whimper leave your lips, unable to even sit up straight. "You're practically glowing from how wet you are... Let's see if it's the same here."

There isn't a chance to respond in any way you might want to because he pulls your pants down along with your underwear, making you back fall onto the bed and he pulls you forcefully to the edge of the bed. Your small gasp echoes around his head yet again, but the sight before him sends him into a frenzy. You hear his dark laugh once more.

"Practically dripping, aren't you? So pathetic — getting off on sucking my cock, huh?" Your silence and uncomfortable shifting makes him climb on top of you, noticing you flinch when you feel his weight on top of you. "Come on, Jedi. I want to hear you. Let me hear those dirty lips."

You shudder underneath him. "Mhm..." You nod your head, telling him you'll obey his wishes. He mockingly nods as well, well aware you can't see him, but he can't help himself.

His finger falls between your folds and you slightly jump, spreading your legs further apart. He's quickly coated with your slick, your heat practically radiating off of you. Din's nose touches your skin and then his tongue swirls over you, hearing you breathe in and grip onto his sheets. With a smirk, he pops his tongue inside you, not giving you a warning beforehand.

"Shit..." You stammer on your words, back arching at his tactics.

"That's it, let me hear you. How's it feel, hm?" Not that he cared, but Din enjoyed listening to you stutter and jump over your words as if you had never spoken before.

"Good — Please, I want more, Din."

Your tummy rose up and down before him as his fingers found your clit, circling it agonizingly slow. "Want? Oh, no, Jedi, this isn't about you. It doesn't matter what you want, as long as I get mine."

"Please, Din..." You moaned at his movements, afraid you'll come undone all over his fingers. He wouldn't approve of it. "I'll-I'll do whatever you want me to. Just, please—"

He pushed a finger inside, your moans music to his ears as you cried out. Thrusting his finger in and out, he inserts another one and feels you clench around him, sucking in a breath. "Look at you; so easy to mold. Where's this obedience when I need it, huh? You love to torture me, don't you?"

"No, I promise—" Your words are quick, defending yourself as if your life depended on it. "I don't do it on purpose."

"I find it hard to believe, Jedi. You don't convince me well."

His thrusts become rougher, using his thumb to press down on your clit and hearing you moan out. He wasn't sure if it was because of pain or pleasure, but he didn't seem to care either. "You act like a brat out on missions, but down here, you're just as pathetic. Letting me use you," he thrusts in, "Break you," out," And mold you just how I want you to be."

You find his hand, pushing him away and scurrying away from him. You breathed quickly, overstimulated by his words and actions. Soft whimpers sound around him and his weight suddenly appears above you.

"Don't tell me you're done?" He teases, fingers brushing away loose pieces of hair from your face. The newly formed tears on your face catch his attention as he wipes them away, his lips kissing the side of your head, on your temple. "I told you, Little Jedi; there's a consequence to everything, right?"

"Y-Yes." You nodded, melting against his touch. His sloppy kisses over your neck leave you wet, feeling his hands go under your shirt and leave goosebumps all over your skin. "Din..."

"I'm listening."

His head stays dipped to your neck, unbuttoning the few buttons on your shirt with one hand. He pushes it open, exposing your breasts to him.

"I-I need you. Please..?"

"How bad?"

His lips graze over your collarbones, noticing how you clenched your legs together and bent your knees, pulling your thighs close to your stomach. He took your breast in his mouth, feeling your back arch up.

"Bad — Din, please. Please, I promise I'll be good — I'll listen to you."

He smiled, positioning himself between your legs. He came down to your face, his breath fanning your cheek as he positioned his tip near your entrance.

"No, you won't."

You feels him stretch you out, both of your moans mixing with one another like a symphony. He held you from under your thighs, hips hitting your bare skin with his own. He finds himself in a daze, smiling at the girl sprawled over his bed, your tits bouncing up and down as he fucks you mindlessly.

"F-Fuck — That feels s-so good." Your brows knit together, fingers gripping onto his arms, hoping to find some stability. "You're so good."

"Yeah?" He groans out. He pulls out of you, flipping you on your stomach and pulling you up by locking you in place with your arms behind your back. Your back is pressed up against his chest, his breath fanning your neck as he enters you again, rougher this time.

His thrusts are selfish; working only to please himself, but it drives you crazy too, knowing you're the reason he was hard in the first place. Another moan leaves your lips, a hazy smile on your face as you begin to see stars behind the blindfold. He catches a glimpse of your smile, shaking his head.

"What a dirty girl, aren't you, Little Jedi?" He hears your moan in response, as if confirming his statement and he thrusts harder into you, his cock coated with your juices. "Don't lie, I know you like it when I call you that."

His hand grabs your breast, massaging it in his hand as he squeezes your nipple. He feels himself twitching inside of you when you clench around him, almost making him come without his permission.

"I-I do. I fucking love it." You admit, your head falling back on his shoulder. He feels you grow tired against him but still alive enough for him. "Fuck, Din... Please, keep going, I'm-"

He closes his eyes, cutting you off, "I know, I know." His thrusts become sloppy yet hard, listening to you beg him and cry out his name like a prayer. His groans enter your ears, making you shudder against him. "Come on, Jedi. I got you."

His cock twitches inside you again and it's enough to get you to unravel, falling limp against him as his come coats your walls, a loud groan leaving his lips. He lets go of your body, watching you fall onto the mattress with his cock still inside you. He rides out his high, kneading your ass in his large hands.

He comes up from behind you, whispering in your ear. "You promise you'll be good, Little Jedi?"

You lazily nodded your head, promising as his fingers trailed up and down your back.

You never kept your promise.

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