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Shower (Part 1)

Summary: Set directly after The Believer. Din has lost his child, his creed, so what else has he got to lose by finally giving into his feeling he's been keeping a secret from you for all this time?

Warnings: Smut and Din being adorable and shy as usual

Words: 2106

He comes up behind you in the shower and crosses his arms around you making you sob even more rubbing his arms up and down up your sides. You stay like this for a while until he moves his left arm and ever so gently moves your hair from your left shoulder and places his arms back where they were rubbing up and down soothingly. Then, feather light as ever, Din leans down and places a kiss on your shoulder, so gently that you weren’t even sure you felt it. Then he does it again, moving higher so slightly and you instinctively move your head to your right, giving him access to your neck. He gets the hint and makes his way up, still being so careful. As soon as he reaches just below your ear he stops.

“Cyar’ika, we’ll get him back. I swear it” he says just above a whisper.

At this you turn instantly and hug him crying into his chest, his strong hands rub up and down your back and eventually you start to calm down, only slightly though. You position your head in the crook of his neck and keep your eyes focused to the side. Not looking at him. He looks down at you and realises this.

“Y/N, it’s ok, you can look at me” he says

“No”

A long pause.

“You don’t want to look at me? You didn’t like what you saw?” As he says this he pulls away but you clutch onto him keeping him still

“Din of course I want to look at you, but I can’t. Your creed”

“My creed is broken. It’s ok”

You pause and he senses something else is up

“Talk to me Cyare, please” the last part comes out as a plea

“It wasn’t your decision. You don’t want me to look at you because that’s what you want, you want me to look at you because I can… on a technicality. I always wanted it to be on your terms that you allowed me to see you” you fade off

“I want you to see me, to really look at me, I’ve wanted it for the longest time, I just haven’t been able to ever voice it out loud because I know even if I asked you, you wouldn’t do it because of my creed”

You freeze.

“Y/N, look at me”

You slowly move your head up and let your eyes wander over his strong jawline, his pouty lips just begging to be kissed, his moustache, aquiline nose and beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Your eyes well up

“Hi Din”

“Hi Cyar’ika”

He puts his hands on your face, thumbs running across your cheeks catching your tears and leans his forehead on yours.

“I love you, I always have and always will” he whispers

“I love you too” you say almost too fast and he smiles. Wow, just seeing him smile is something you never though you could personally make happen.

He looks directly into your eyes and asks

“Can i kiss you?”

You nod and he leans in, so slowly. You can feel his breath across your face as his adjusts his angle to get it just right. You know Din is inexperienced, so you let him find his own pace and rhythm and It’s magical. His lips move against yours so slowly and you can’t help but let out a moan and this spurs Din on, he pushes his lips against you harder and you grab his hair, making him moan this time. As he does, you use this to your advantage and slip your tongue into his mouth, he’s hesitant at first, but then his tongue touches yours and Din grips you tighter. You feel every inch of him… every long… and thick part of him presses up into you. You pull back for air, and he pulls back worried

“Was that not ok? Was that too much”

“Din, it was amazing, I just need to breathe” you say with a smile

“Oh, right” he says slightly embarrassed

He continues “I’ve never done this before, any of it”

“Do you want too?”

“Yes, I mean, yes but, maybe not all of it, not all the way, I want too, with you, but, maybe not right now?”

“Din, what do you want to do?” You press up against him again

“Tell me exactly what you want to do and we can do exactly that”

He pauses all shy

“Tell me”

“..I want to touch you”

“Where?” You know you shouldn’t be messing with him like this, but you can’t help but smile at your big strong Mandalorian all shy like this

“Everywhere” he whispers

“Then do it” and you turn your back to him and lean against him and wait.

He moves your hair from your shoulder again and starts his path from your shoulder to your neck, kisses more pronounced this time and infinitely much better, this time he doesn’t stop when he gets to your neck. Should you give him tips? Is that the right thing to do? Fuck it.

“Open your mouth a bit and use your tongue, teeth too” and he moans and complies and then does the same thing on your other side

“What else do you want me to do? Tell me”

Oh fuck, this is going to be good.

“Use your hands, touch me like you want”

He stops, and just when you think you went too far, he leans over you and grabs the soap and lathers up his hands. Smart man you think.

His hands go straight to your stomach and you wonder if he’s going to move them up or down, he just makes small consecutive circles as his tongue goes back to your neck, leaving marks no doubt.

“Din please, move” you whine

And he slowly moves his hands up and under your breasts, the first touch so electrifying that you feel it all over, he then moves his hands to the swell of your breasts and squeezes ever so gently

“Harder you moan” and he complies. He moves his thumbs in concentric circles around your painfully hard nipples and you can feel it all the way to your clit. You moan. Which makes him moan and grind against you. He continues his ministrations until you speak up again.

“Din please, lower” you beg.

Obedient as ever, he lowers his hand to the juncture of your thighs, and you legs instantly part for him. He runs his fingers up and down your drenched folds missing where you want him the most. You huff out and he whispers in your ear

“Let me take my time with you” while you appreciate the sentiment, all you want is for him to fuck you senseless. He takes on of his hands and brings it back up to your nipple and pinches lightly

“Harder” you say and you hear him groan

“Tell me what else”

“Touch my clit, please, I can’t hold out anymore”

And he lowers his hand and then hesitates. He’s waiting for you to give instructions. For a slight second you forgot that Din has never done any of this before, so of course he’s going to need guidance

You take his hand and lead him to where you’re aching for him

“Right here - ahh” you let out. He starts moving his fingers but it’s not right

“Do it like this, slow and tiny circles with slight pressure” and Din being Din catches on straight away.

You can’t help all the noises you’re making, it feels so fucking good to finally have Din touch you the way you’ve only dreamt about.

“You like that Cyare? Hmm? You like when I touch you like this? You make the prettiest noises. You know I hear you when you’re in your bunk at night right?”

“You do?” You somehow manage to get out

“Yeah, do you know how many times I’ve wanted to come in and finish you off myself?”

“Oh fuck” you manage to get out, but what you really wanted to ask was why he didn’t, but there was no way you were getting out a coherent sentence with him touching you like this.

“Faster” you mumble, he speeds up and the noise you make isn’t even human. The coil deep inside you finally releases, your head snaps back, legs turn to jelly and you’re pretty sure you blacked out for a few seconds. Heart rate increases, you can’t see or think straight and it’s all bliss, and it just won’t stop, but neither are Din’s fingers. You scream out Din’s name as you hit your second climax, you didn’t even know you could do that one after the other.

You shakily try to move Din’s hands away and he does. But not before swiping his fingers through your folds once more and bringing them to his lips for a taste

“So sweet and all for me” you hum in acknowledgement and clutch onto him, knowing if you let go, you’d fall to the floor.

You stand like this for a while in comfortable silence as you try to get your breath back.

Eventually you untangle yourself from Din and turn in his arms to give him a proper kiss. As his hands go around you, he pulls you into him and you can feel his hard cock pushing against your abdomen. You pull back and look at him with a devilish grin

“You don’t have too” he says. How sweet, but you’re having none of it. While looking into his eyes you start to lower yourself to your knees and he inhales sharply.

‘I know I don’t have too, but what if I want too?” You say as you pull your hair to one side and lean in. Ever so slightly you let your lips run on the underside of his cock. He balls his hands into fists, you notice this and take one of his hands and start to kiss each knuckle slowly until he relaxes, you do the same with the other side.

“Just relax Din, I’ve got you”

You repeat the same motion again with your lips and notice that his hands stay open but look awkward.

“Try this” you say and put his hands on your face. “You can guide me”

He still looks nervous “Baby, it’s ok if you want me to stop” and you start to move back, but he grips you tighter, you look up at him “What is it?”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes”

“And you don’t think that I’m demeaning or disrespecting you by letting you do this to me?” He says.

Din Djarin is THE most caring and sweet person you have ever met. A fucking scary bounty hunter, but you can tell how much he really and truly does care about you.

“Not at all, I want to do this, I want to make you feel good with my mouth, I want to make you cum with my mouth, I want to feel your cum slide down my throat” he groans and you look down and see pre cum leaking out. Without breaking eye contact you slowly lick it up and he throws his head back and moans again.

“Ok, but I won’t last long”

You lean in and lick from base to tip slowly

“Cyare..” He warns.. You don’t need to be told twice

You relax your jaw and take him in until he hits the back of your throat, adjusting to his size, you bob up and down a few times. Just as you’re placing your hands on the base of his cock to touch the parts of him your throat can’t reach he grips you tighter and thrusts into your mouth two times and cums instantly. And he keeps cumming and cumming all while chanting your name and how good you are for him and how he’s so lucky to have found you. And just like you said you would, you swallow everything he gives you sucking him completely dry.

He pulls you off him “fuck” he exhales and pulls you up into a kiss tasting himself on you which you both moan at.

He pulls back and rests his forehead on yours “I told you I wouldn’t last long” he says

“It’s ok, I’m sure you’ll last longer next time” and he hums in response.

You stay like this for a while in the comfortable silence, under the warm mist of the shower

“I love you, and I promise we’ll get him back, we’ll have our family back”

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Bath

Warnings: 18+ kinda tame, but depends on if you think handjobs are tame

Words: 1096

“Hey, y/n” he calls from the bath

“Yes Din?” You say instantly as you pop your head in, the tub is facing away from you which means all you can see is the back of his helmet-less head.

“I nee- Could you.. I ca-“ the words fall empty on his tongue.

“Do you want me to help you?”

“Yes, I can’t lift my arms up high” he whispers, almost embarrassed.

You make your way over to the tub and kneel down behind him, careful not to move too much so you don’t see his face. But he seems to be unbothered even if you did. Today was the day that they snatched Grogu from you, he’d just left him on the rock to protect him for a second, it wasn’t Din’s fault but he didn’t see it that way.

You start by washing his hair from behind, leaning forward to gather water, but not looking at him. Ever so gently you start to scrub his scalp and you hear the faintest moan.

“Harder” he demands, and you comply 

He starts moving his head back chasing your fingers

“Easy Din, be careful” you whisper

“Cyar’ika, what does it matter anymore?” And at this your heart breaks

“I care, don’t” and at this he stays silent

You finish scrubbing his scalp and wash the suds away

You then move your hands down to his neck and shoulders, washing all the grime away from this awful day. Giving him a massage in the process. Rubbing small circles into the base of his neck where he’s the most tight

Once you’re done. You freeze.

“Din, do you want me to wash the rest of you?” He pauses.

This is the most intimate you and Din have ever been. The most you’ve done is sleep next to him whilst you’re both fully clothed.

“Please Mesh’la”

“Ok, but put your helmet on. Please” you beg and pass it to him

He puts the helmet on and you stand to move in front of him, you try to ignore the big, naked, wet Mandalorian who you’re clearly in love with sitting in the tub waiting for you to touch him.

You think about the best way to do this and come to the conclusion that the best way forward is to get in the tub with him. So you start removing layers until you’re down to your undergarments. You move your hand behind you to undo your breast band and-

“Wait, don’t” he says. You look at him in shock and start to curl into yourself, he notices this straight away

“No! It’s not that I don’t want to see you, because I do, I mean, you’re beautiful, I just.. Please don’t, not right now, I’m too exposed” he almost yells at you

And you realise that Din is embarrassed, you wonder if he’s ever seen a naked woman before. You imagine every time he fucks someone it’s in the pitch black to protect his creed. You ponder his comment about being too exposed

“Do you want me to throw a towel over you?” You ask

“No, that’s not what I meant, and the water is getting cold” still unsure of what he meant, you get in the bath with him clothed and rest yourself on his knees facing him

“Is this ok?” You whisper

“Yes” he replies

You start with his neck, maker you love his neck, you’d love to know what it felt like against your lips as you ran your tongue up and down it whilst ridin- focus y/n!! You can’t be having thoughts like this, because right now, your Mandalorian needs you. Your Din needs you.

You move down his neck and start on his strong and sculpted chest littered with the scars of his past battles. You wonder if one day he’ll tell you the stories of how he got them all. You eye catches a particularly interesting one, crescent shaped where his neck and shoulder meets

“Palliduvan bit me” he says almost reading your mind.

“Kinky” you whisper

“Not really, we were both after the same bounty, she somehow managed to trip me, climbed on top of me and bit me”

“Din, what part of that is not kinky!?” You say with a laugh, moving back to start on his legs, you’ll come back to his stomach later

“I don’t really know what is and isn’t”

“You don’t have any preferences? Likes, dislikes?”

“I… no, I’ve never, so I don’t” he whispers embarrassed. So the Mandalorian is a virgin. Interesting.

“It’s ok, what did you mean when you said too exposed earlier?” You ask trying to deflect onto another topic trying to ease his embarrassment. Little did you know it had the opposite effect. You move back up to his stomach and start lathering him up, staying just above the water.

He doesn’t speak, you look directly into his visor

“Tell me, please” it’s a low blow with the please, you know Din never can resist when you say that to him, but you really are curious

He exhales. Here we go

“Cyar’ika, if you got naked with me in here, then I wouldn’t be able to control myself, not like that, just like, you know, I wouldn’t be able to control that and that would be too much” he spews out.

You’re even more confused

“Din, what? That made no sense”

He throws his head back

“What I’m trying to say is that if you took off your clothes, and I saw you naked, then I would get an erection, which is not appropriate, and disrespectful”

Din can be so adorable sometimes

You look him straight on, and slowly start moving your hands down his stomach, stopping just above where you can feel coarse hair

“I don’t think it would be disrespectful at all, in fact, I think it’s a compliment, but if you want me to stop, then I will” you whisper with confidence

After a brief pause he speaks.

“Don’t stop” and you lower your hand feeling him half hard already

Din throws his head back against the edge of the tub making the most delicious noises chasing your hand, then with a loud grunt he finishes. Well he did say he was a virgin.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, no! I didn’t mean to, fuck!” He blurts out breathless.

You shush him “it’s ok, do you feel better?”

“Yes, but you didn’t” he says trying to catch his breath

“It’s ok, it wasn’t about me”

“Well lets make it about you then”

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Cherry’s Masterlist

Gloves

Running Your Mouth Part 1 - 18+

Running Your Mouth Part 2 - 18+

Tight Space

Acid Burn

Why Are You Bothering Me?

Cloud Cake and Drinks

Sick

Lingerie

Riduur (Part 1) 18+

Riduur (Part 2) 18+

Bath 18+

Shower 18+

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Riduur (Part 2)

Warnings: yes. 18+ - Can be read alone, but you should read part 1 for obvious reasons. Dom Din / Sub Reader

Words: 2520

As he leads you into your shared bunk you can’t help but get extremely nervous. It’s not like you and Din hadn’t fucked everywhere on this ship already. But something is different this time. Din always let you take control, let you set the pace, scared incase he ever hurt you. But tonight? Well it seemed like tonight your new husband was to let go and finally fuck you in ways you had only ever through about alone in the fresher’ before you were even together.

Realisation finally dawns on you that this time you won’t have to cover your eyes, that you’ll finally be able to watch Din dominate you. And in that moment, you realise you’re soaked.

“If I go too far tonight, make sure you tell me Cyare”

You nod

“Words”

“I will tell you if you go too far. But I don’t think you will. I want this”

“What’s the safe word?” He asks

“Uhh..” You say the first thing that comes to your head “Mudhorn?”

He chuckles at that, and you realise that this is the first time you’ve ever seen Din laugh without his helmet. Remove my armour Riduur”  You love him so much, and the way his eyes crinkle and that one dimple he has, you’re mesmerised.

“My love, remove my armour” he repeats.

You know his routine and you slowly start removing his armour, noticing that your hands are shaking he takes your hands in his and gives them a feather light kiss on each knuckle, all the while glaring lovingly into your eyes

“You’re doing great, keep going” he whispers

Eventually you remove his beskar leaving him in his plain black underclothes. “Remove your clothes” you glance down and notice his very prominent erection already starting to show.

“Did you hear what I said” he says louder and snaps you out of your thoughts.

“What?” you reply and he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him

“Oh that’s not good Cyar’ika. Not good at all. You need to pay attention to everything I say tonight or there will be punishments, and that’s twice you’ve ignored me, make it a third and you’ll see what happens”

“Sorry” you mutter

“Don’t apologise, just do better” he says as his lips graze against your sweet spot on your neck that he knows drives you insane.

He pauses.

Oh shit! You quickly start to remove your clothes

“Slower” he demands as he goes back to kissing up your neck

You take a deep breath and remove your boots, followed by your shirt and your pants, leaving you in your underwear and pause.

“I didn’t tell you to stop did I?”

You go to remove your bra band and hesitate. You realise that this will be the first time that he sees you with the lights on and you’re not blindfolded so you’re aware of your surroundings. You don’t know why you’re nervous, but suddenly you are. Din picks up on this and pulls away from you.

Realising what’s happening you blurt out

“I’m not ignoring you! I’m just.. I don’t know”

He nods. “Do you want to stop?”

“No” you instantly reply.

He nods again in understanding

“Then be good for me and remove your clothes” and he pulls back to get a better view of you

You remove your bra band, nipples instantly hardening as the cold air hits them.

Din reaches his hand out and you remove your panties and give them to him.

“Cyare, these are soaked, completely ruined. You want me that much?” He walks towards you forcing you to the bed

“Yes” you reply

“Then lie back for me. Hands above your head. Do not touch me. If you do then I will punish you. Understood”

“Yes” you whisper as you lie back and raise your arms above your head.

Din removes his shirt and starts crawling up your body finally giving you a searing hot kiss. Instantly your hands fly down to his head, and as soon as you touch him he pulls away.

You whine in protest

“That’s three”

Fuck

Just as you had him where you wanted him he moves down you body and waits for you to move your hands to their original position.

He starts by lifting your right leg and pushing it to the side, opening you up for him and giving him a great view of your soaking pussy. Being exposed like this is turning you on even more. He ever so gently starts moving his lips along your ankle, up to the inside of your knee and higher up to the apex of your thighs. Then stops and repeats the same thing on the other leg. You whine in protest and he starts to chuckle

“You were warned” he says. He has a point.

Just after he finishes his ministrations on both legs he starts again, but this time he lets his tongue poke out slightly. Same thing happens, he goes up the right leg, doesn’t stop where you want him too, then repeats the motion on the other leg. But this time his face hovers over your pussy and he blows right onto your clit.

You moan out his name and barely register that you’ve moved your hands, but you remember just in time and move them back.

“Good girl” he says, and with that, he licks one long and slow stripe up your centre, placing a kiss on your clit.

“Don’t cum until I say” he says into you, and the vibrations alone are heavenly. He uses his tongue ever so slowly, but he’s pulling the most noise out of you that you’ve ever heard yourself make. He’s got you so wound up that you could explode any second, but you can’t.

You look down and can see exactly what Din is doing to you, you can see his eyes closed in bliss and tongue moving in ways that makes you think he’s spelling his own name on your clit, marking you, branding you as his own.

Fuck. You cum.

Din not wanting to ruin your orgasm, speeds up his ministrations and he has you screaming his name out in pure bliss. Your hands automatically move to Din’s hair and tug and you feel him moan into you which prolongs your orgasm. As you start to come down from your high you think he might be mad, but when you look down you see him smiling up at you, lips glistening with your juices and you get lost in his beautiful brown eyes.

“Someone is eager tonight” he says

You wait until your breathing is back to normal

“I just.. I’ve never been able to watch you do that before, and that set me off”

“Yeah?” He says as he crawls up your body “You liked watching me eat your sweet pussy cyar’ika?” You always love it when Din talks dirty.

You nod as he kisses you, plunging his tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself. He pulls back

“But you did ignore me when I said you weren’t allowed to cum, so you’ll have to be punished again”

“What!? But, don’t I get another 3 strikes?”

“No”

“Why not!?”

“My rules. Now hands”

And you return them to above your head once more

He moves down your body and kisses down the valley between your breast and you realise just how aching your nipples are. You start moving your upper body hoping he’ll get the hint and just touch your breasts. After he’s covered all your chest he starts at the side of your right breast and kisses, licks and nips his way right up to your nipple then stops short. To make things worse, he doesn’t change sides instantly, he works his way back down and methodically kisses every part of skin to get to your left breast. This Mandalorian is going to kill you.

“Diiinnnnnn” you whine. He ignores you.

You weren’t used to this. Din never teases you, always gives in to exactly what you want and when you want it and it was heavenly. This, was torture. Heavenly torture, but still torture. And by the grace of the maker he finally lets his tongue circle your nipple and you cry out, still careful not to touch him. It feels so good, unbelievably good, so good that you feel like you could. Shit, no, no, no, do not cum. Do. Not. Cum.

And this fucker conveniently moves his thigh right to your core and you instantly start humping his leg. Getting the friction that you so desperately need.

“Dinnnnn, please, please just let me cum, I can’t I just, I can’t, I need it, please” you ramble

And surprisingly he says with your nipple still in his mouth “then cum” and bites you hard.

You cum even harder than the last time.

You’re shaking and hyperventilating. “Shhhh Cyare, you’re doing so well for me, only one more to go before you can finally have my cock”

It takes a moment to register what he says, but you get there eventually

“Wait, one more what? Why can’t I have it now?”

“Did you forget? I told you that I would make you cum at least 3 times before I fucked you, I intend to keep that promise sweet girl”

“But Din, please? I can’t, I don’t think I can cum again, let alone twice!”

“You can, and you will” he says as he leaves the bed to remove the rest of his clothes, showing you how hard and leaking his cock is.

“Let me put it in my mouth” you beg

“No, tonight is about you”

“It’s your wedding night too Din”

“Maybe later” he says and runs his hands up and down your body, moving it down to your pussy

“You know I thought you were soaked earlier, but now you’re gushing” and he moves his right hand to your clit and starts to rub, while his left guides his cock around your cunt covering him in your juices. He takes his left hand and slowly starts to jerk himself off. The noises are so lewd, but oh so hot.

“Touch your nipples my love”

And you don’t need to be told twice, you can feel your orgasm approaching already, you don’t even know how Din is doing this. He moves his hand from your clit to your thigh

“Rub your pussy for me, let me see how you do it” he says and you freeze.

“Are you ignoring me again?”

“No!” Almost yell and your hand flies to your clit, ignoring any self conscious thoughts that were invading your mind.

You start to rub small circles in a slow but steady pace, noticing that Din slows his strokes on himself to match your movements. His eyes, fixated on your core.

You go to move your fingers down and he catches your wrist.

“No” he grunts.

He moves your fingers back up and he takes his index and middle fingers and puts them in your mouth. You lick them covering them in your saliva, not that he needed to do that, you’ve practically ruined the sheets. But you know Din has a thing for you doing that to him.

He inserts those two finger into your core and you almost leap off the bed from how good it feels. His right had that was stroking his cock moves to pin you down. You can’t help but notice how wet his hand is and realise he’s been leaking his pre cum all over himself.

“Din, baby, please, just let me touch you” you beg

“No, not until you cum one more time”

“So I can cum?” You ask

“Yes”

And with that his fingers speed up inside you and his thumb replaces your fingers and he always knows the exact pressure you need. Without warning he crooks his fingers up and hits your g spot and you fall apart all over again. Cumming all over his fingers, leaking down his wrist. You see stars and you’re pretty sure you blacked out. You don’t know how long it is until you return to being coherent again. But when you do, Din is looking at you hesitantly.

“What’s wrong love?” You ask with your noticeably horse voice

He leans over you, kissing you softly “you still want me to fuck you, or are you done for the night? Or do you want me to go slow?” He asks concerned

You will never get enough of this man. You look down at his cock, still painfully hard and leaking and know what you want straight away

“I want you to fuck me, don’t hold back, we have a safe word for a reason” and Din becomes serious again.

“On your hands and knees” and you instantly follow orders. Legs still shaking from those impressive three orgasms he’s just given you.

And finally, as though this is what you’ve been waiting for all your life, he finally enters you. Slow at first, making sure you’re used to his impressive size, then he starts to speed up. And then he starts pounding into you, really drilling into you but it still feels like he’s holding back

“More Din, please, I can handle it”

“Fuck” he utters and starts slamming into you at an ungodly pace, forcing you into the bed

“Yes Din yes, just like that, fuck yes, I’ve always wanted you to fuck me like this”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I used to touch myself in the fresher’ thinking of you like this, used to make myself cum replaying this in my head over and over”

“I’m the only one that gets to make you cum from now on, that’s an order, if I…. Fuck… If I catch you touching yourself without my orders then I’m going to punish you even worse than.. worse than I have tonight” His words start to falter as he’s getting close.

He pushes you down and flips you over so you’re on your back and he’s back inside you within seconds, still keeping that same pace going.

“You’re such a good girl for me cyar’ika, so fucking good” you insides clench when he calls you a good girl, obviously he notices

“Fuck, you like that? Like it when I call you a good girl? You like it when, fuck I’m so close”

“Me too Din, me too”

“Then cum, do it, cum on my cock, you first then me, just how it will always be”

He lifts your legs up higher so he’s now somehow reaching even deeper inside you and you start cumming again and you finally feel him cum inside you too. You feel his thick ropes of cum coat your insides and you’re in heaven. Instead of slowing down, Din just collapses on you and now it’s your turn to comfort him.

“You did so good Din, so so good for me, it was perfect, you’re perfect” you get out in barely a whisper.

Eventually he lifts his head up and kisses you once more

“No cyare, you’re perfect”

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Riduur (Part 1)

Basically, it got really sappy and cute and Din kind of started turning into Anakin a teeny bit, which is quite funny when you think about it. But then it got sexy. I just like making Din horny

Warnings: yes. 18+ although part 2 makes this look like fluff

Words:1527

‘Din what’s wrong? You’ve been off all night”

He stays silent, what a surprise

“You can’t get angry at every guy that wants to talk to me, and especially not with me”

“I’m not angry because of that” he says as he gently strokes your hair

You pause this time, letting him have his space to open up to you

“I just. I didn’t like how you called me your boyfriend earlier. I mean I am, and I’m so grateful to be, but, I just didn’t like you calling me that”

“Then what do you want me to call you?”

Another pause. Longer this time.

“Your riduur”

Without even thinking you say “Well Din, you’re going to have to marry me first”

“I intend to” he says with conviction”

With Grogu fast asleep and the crest initiated in ground security protocols, you could technically go out for a drink in the nearby cantina while Din picks up some new pucks, right? Wrong.

“Hey pretty lady, mind if I buy you a drink?” This smarmy Twi asks you

“No thank you” you say as you turn to face the other way.

“Come on, one drink won’t hurt”

“It won’t hurt me, but it’ll sure as hell hurt you”

“What?’

“No, go away”

“Why not!?”

“Because my boyfriend won’t like it”

“Yeah and where is your boyfriend?” he says with a sneer

You move your head dramatically to the side signalling that your big, sexy Mandalorian is behind him.

The Twi turns around still laughing “Oh shit! Oh no, hey dude I don’t want any troub” Din grabs him by his lekku and drags him out the cantina. You hear the Twi screaming and then one distinct gunshot. Just when you think Din had gone too far, you hear the Twi screaming in excruciating pain. That’s better then killing him, right?

Din walks back inside and heads straight for you

“Are you ok Meshla?” His gloved hand caress your face.

“I’m fine tha-“ You get cut off by the Twi screaming outside

“Din, what did you do to him!?”

“Shot him in the dick” he says

“That’s a but dramatic don’t you think?”

“I showed him mercy by not killing him. He should be grateful” Another scream “come on, lets head back to our ship”

As you start to walk back you can sense that something is off, Din seems distant and more quiet than usual. You know he’s jealous, but it’s not fair to harbour on to this and bring it home.

As soon as you get into the ship Din heads for the ladder but you grab him and pull him into your bunk. Slowly stripping him of his beskar and boots in the process.

“Get in, I’m going to check on Grogu. I’ll be right back”

Grogu is sleeping soundly, just as you left him, you tuck his blanket around him a little tighter and crawl into your shared bunk with Din. His arms instantly wrap around you, and you rest your head on his chest.

After a moment of silence you speak.

‘Din what’s wrong? You’ve been off all night”

He stays silent, what a surprise

“You can’t get angry at every guy that wants to talk to me, and especially not with me”

“I’m not angry because of that” he says as he gently strokes your hair

You pause this time, letting him have his space to open up to you

“I just. I didn’t like how you called me your boyfriend earlier. I mean I am, and I’m so grateful to be, but, I just didn’t like you calling me that”

“Then what do you want me to call you?”

Another pause. Longer this time.

“Your riduur”

Without even thinking you say “Well Din, you’re going to have to marry me first”

“I intend to” he says with conviction”

“Cyare marry me, be my riduur, lets be bound to each other for longer than an eternity. You’re the only one for me, it’s only ever been you. I didn’t think I’d be able to have any of this, I didn’t think I could love someone the way I love you. I love you so much that it hurts me every moment we’re not together. You are my everything”

“Yes” you say with no hesitation. “Din, I’ve only ever been sure of two things in my life. 1, that Grogu is mine” He laughs, “ours, but go on”

“Ok ours” you laugh. “And that I’ve only ever wanted you and that I want to marry you. To be your wife, your riduur”

“Marry me now” He whispers

“What?”

“Marry me right now Cyare, we can say our vows to one another and we are bounded forever” Then he pauses. “Unless you want a big wedding, which we can do, I want whatever you want”

“Yes” you reply, still shocked at his words.

“Yes to what?” He asks

“Yes to marrying you right now, I don’t need a big fancy wedding, I just need you”

He nods and you both stand up facing one another holding hands

“We’ll say it in Mando’a first, then in basic”

“And that’s it?”

“Yes, then we’re bound”

He slowly starts.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde”

Your Mando’a is awful, but you try your best repeating everything word for word.

Then he starts in basic and you smile finally understanding what you were promising, and you happily repeat after him.

"We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors.”

You finish your vows, meaning every word of it and stare into his visor with the biggest smile.

“OK Cyare, I’m ready”

“Ready for what?” You ask confused

He places your hands on the sides of his helmet “ready for you to see my face, for you to see the real me”

You freeze.

“Din, I didn’t marry you because I wanted to see your face, I married you because I love you. You are my everything. Even if we go for however long without me seeng your face then I’m ok with that. I need you to know and understand this”

“What if you don’t like what you see?” He asks, and you can hear the vulnerability in his voice.

“If I looked different would you still love me? Would your feelings change in anyway?” You ask

“No. But it’s a bonus that you’re hot” he says and you can’t help but chuckle at that.

“My love we don’t have to do this now”

“We do, I want to” which has to be the most unconvincing thing Din has ever said to you. So you try a different tactic

“You know I basically know what you look like already, and let me tell you, it’s something”

“Seeing my body isn’t the same as seeing my face Cyare” he says exasperated.

“No, but, I know your skin colour, I know your hair colour, you’ve told me you have brown eyes, I’ve felt your face in my hands, on my body, between my thighs” Your move closer to him.

“I know you have a strong jaw, a talented tongue that loves being inside me, a prominent nose that likes to nudge my clit and if it’s not your nose, then its your pillowy lips sucking hard on my nipples, just how I like. I know you have facial hair, the burns all over my body can attest to that. I know what your voice sounds like without your vocoder, when I’m wearing a blindfold and am on top mercilessly riding you, pulling those delicious noises from deep within. Am I close?” You ask

“I’m ready. Really this time, let’s do it”

And he places your hands on the sides of his helmet again.

Your heart beats so loud that you’re sure he can hear it, you hear the latch open, and your slowly start to lift it off.

Something inside you makes you feel as nervous as he is, maybe more, which is ridiculous after that pep talk you just gave him. As you lift his helmet you see a strong jaw, with a light smattering of stubble, golden skin just like you’d predicted. Higher you lift and there is that talented mouth, that prominent nose and there it is. His eyes, his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, looking back at you with so much love.

“Hi Din” you say trying to hold back your tears.

“Hi Cyar’ika” he whispers

His thumb reaches up and wipes your tears away as he leans in for your first kiss as husband and wife. You pull back but he pulls you inn closer, his tongue making its way into your mouth, you can’t help but moan in satisfaction. You both pull back for air and you eyes instantly find his. So you start looking at him, really looking at him.

He starts to fidget “What is it? What do you see”

“Just one second” you whisper as you continue to get a really good look at him.

“Just had a thought” you say

“What?””

“My husband is hot, like really really hot, fuck”

‘Cyare, I think in this relationship you’re the hot one”

“That’s debatable. Now are you going to take your wife to bed and fuck her senseless or what?”

“I’m going to take my riduur to bed. But first I’m going to take my time, savouring every part of you I can touch, making you yearn for me. You will cum for me at least three times before I finally get to be inside you. You’re mine Cyar’ika, forever, and I’m going to remind you of that. I want your whole body to ache tomorrow because of me. I’m going to take my time and mark you. I want everyone that sees you and thinks they have a chance with you to know that you’re taken, that you’re mine and only mine. Do you want that Cyare? Do you want me to dominate you?”

You nod.

“Use your words"

He backs you into the wall and whispers

“Who do you belong to?”

“You”

“Say my name”

“Din Djarin”

And with that, he leads to to your shared bunk.

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Lingerie

Sometimes you really have no idea what the Mandalorian is thinking. And what’s even worse, you’re oblivious to his signals

Warnings: No smut per say but smut, but suggestiveness, it’s kinda sexy, swearing, kind of?

Words: 1003

The crest was surprisingly warm for once, which was a little bit upsetting, tonight you’d have no reason to snuggle up to the Mandalorian and use his body….heat. Taking advantage of this warmth you slip on an old t-shirt and pair of shorts. The old raggedy shirt stops right above where your shorts end, hitting you mid thigh. Sexy you think and start laughing to yourself.

You head out of your ‘room’ and go sit on one of the crates finding something to snack on. Some time goes by and Din emerges from the cockpit in full armour as usual, silent as always and heads into the fresher. You hear a lot of banging and wonder if he’s ok. Eventually he comes out and heads straight for the ladder.

‘Hey, you ok?’ You say

‘M’fine’ he grunts out and makes his way back up to the cockpit.

Usual Din you think.

You head up to the cockpit thinking, if he’s annoyed at something, you might as well make it worse by asking him to talk to you about it.

You head up the ladder and walk to the cockpit doors but they don’t open. Why did he lock it?

“Din open up!” Silence

“Come on, let me in, I’m bored and annoying you right now is the only thing getting me through this heat”

You hear shuffling and, was that? Did you just hear a zipper? Is he really that hot that he started removing his clothes? Thinking nothing of it, you wait patiently and eventually the doors open. You sit in your usual space behind him.

“So-“

“Do you think what you’re wearing is appropriate?” He blurts out

You stay silent. He didn’t mean that of course.

But how could you know that what he really wanted to do was take his gloves off and run his bare hands up and down your soft legs, going higher and higher as he reaches the apex of your thighs. Then do the exact same thing with his tongue driving you crazy, just begging for him to use his tongue on your cunt and make you scream out his name in ecstasy. But no, how would you ever know that?

‘I’m wearing an old shirt? I even have shorts on, see?’ You raise your shirt showing your shorts meanwhile exposing your midriff to him. You hear him exhale sharply. Do you really repulse him that much?

Meanwhile all Din can think about is raising that shirt higher exposing your, what he assumes, no, what he knows are your perfect breasts and using his thumbs to roll your nipples as you grind on him in his pilots chair. Eventually using his mouth suck on them and even bite down ever so slightly making you squirm.

“I could be wearing something far more scandalous!’ You retort, angered by his words.

“Hardly” he mutters and turns back to face his controls.

Annoyed you stand up and go to your bunk, if he thinks this isn’t appropriate, then he’s got a shock coming to him.

You don’t speak to him the next day, occasionally taking Grogu into your room so Din doesn’t have the pleasure of spending time with him. Petty you know. You play games with him and intentionally make him laugh louder than usual to annoy Din and make him wish he was a part of all the fun. As soon as you put Grogu to bed you head to your bunk and dig out an old birthday gift. A deep red lingerie set with the matching silk robe. If you can even call it a robe. A friend gave it to you with the instructions ‘good luck’. You’ll be needing that luck more than ever now if you’re really going to be doing this. 

You wait until Din is down in the hull and you open the door to your bunk and try to stand as provocatively as possible. Naturally he doesn’t move even though he knows you’re standing right there.

“Hey Din?’ You say sweetly

“Yes” He doesn’t look at you

“What do you think about this?” He finally looks up and freezes. The usually stoic Mandalorian is even more stoic, who knew that was possible.

“Din, I asked you a question”

“Maker, you’re trying to kill me” he whispers, his vocoder barely picking it up

“Do you think this is more or less skimpy than the old shirt I was wearing yesterday? Because if you ask me” you lower your robe and spin slowly for him to have a great view of your ass “I would say that this is more scandalous than the old shirt and shorts” you say.

He doesn’t move.

You turn back to face him, robe forgotten on the floor and run your fingers down your neck to the swell of your breast fully staring him down.

“Are you going to comment on my clothes again?”

“No” he barely gets out

“Good. Sweet dreams Din”

“Sweet dreams” he barely gets out.

Who knew it felt this good to tease the Mandalorian like that. You might just start making this a regular thing. Meanwhile in the hull, Din barely makes it to his bunk before he’s pulling himself out and stroking himself furiously to the image of you in practically nothing. All the while wishing and yearning for you to be the one touching him right now, wishing that you’d use your mouth on him, lick his shaft up and down working your way up to his sensitive tip, he could even teach you how he exactly likes it, slow at first, building up, then he’d want to push you so far down that he hits the back of your throat feeling you gag. And with that he cums all over his sheets. But you wouldn’t know this, you simply think all that noise is just Din releasing his energy in a far less sexual way. Regardless, tonight has given you a multitude of ideas for the future.

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Sick

I know the crest doesn"t really have a small bedroom, but lets all just imagine that there is one for story telling purposes. Also, slight nod to ‘Running your Mouth’

Warnings: Suggestiveness & fluff. A lot of suggestiveness

Words: 1043

It had been a strange day, you"d hardly seen Din at all and a small part of you started to worry that maybe he was avoiding you? You hadn't done anything wrong, or at least you were fairly certain that you hadn’t done anything wrong. But still, he would’ve emerged at some point today. Din is in the small closet that you somehow managed to get a bed into, it's not comfortable and it smells awful, but you love it because Din emptied it out just for you, even though he was currently using it…

Maybe you should go check on him, as you walk towards the door you feel something tugging at your pant leg, you look down and see two sad eyes staring up at you. You pick him up in your arms “It's ok Grogu, I"m sure he"s fine, let"s just check on him. Quietly now" *shhhhh* you whisper into one of his ears and he starts to giggle.

You knock on the door softly. Nothing. Not wanting to jostle him from his sleep you knock a little louder "Din, are you ok?" Nothing again. Now you start to worry. You slowly push the door open “Don't I"m n-!" “We won"t look!” You say as you realise he’s not wearing his helmet. Not wanting to break his creed you face the floor and slowly walk into the room clutching Grogu. You perch on the side of the bed right next to him.

“Are you ok? We were worried, it’s not like you to stay in here all day” Silence from Din. Well that’s not unusual. ‘Did… Did I do something wrong?” Silence again, and you get up to leave but his hand stops you. Just as you’re reaching to take his hand *achoo” Ah, that’s why he’s in here

“You’re sick”

“No I’m not” He argues back in an obviously stuffy way.

“You are, Grogu, go to your bed please, I don’t want you catching this” You set the child down and he runs out of the room.

“You shouldn’t be here too” He says

“Well someone has to look after you” You say with a smile, unsure if he can see you or not. You lift your hand and slowly move it in the direction of where his face is. You find his neck and he/s burning up, you slowly move your way up from his neck to his cheek, and if you weren’t mistaken, it almost felt like he leant into your touch. You feel the light stubble on his cheek as you move your way up to its final destination, his forehead. “Din, you’re burning up, let me get you something” You make your way up and his arm finds you again “I’ll one right back, I promise”

You leave the room and head to the kitchen, there you make him some broth, get him some fresh cool water, and you dampen a washcloth and head back. You stop at the door “Din do you think you could cover your face whilst I walk in? Knowing me I’ll trip over nothing in the dark”

You hear him chuckle, unsure to be offended or not. “You can come in” he says.

You turn the room light on slightly and make your way in, you have to stop yourself from giggling at the site in front of you. Your big bad Mandalorian is lying on an old dirty mattress with his blanket pulled up covering his face. You perch on the bed, much closer to him this time and face the wall again. “Ok, I’m not looking” you say, signalling that he can pull the blanket down.

You reach your arm out to touch him again, forgetting that you’re much closer to him this time. As you reach out you touch his big broad chest, unsure why, but even this has heat pooling between your legs. Just the thought of you on top of him, riding him till yo- Din’s hand grabbing yours snaps you out of your daze.

“You’re really hot” you blurt out

“I know” He replies instantly

“Temperature wise” You blurt out again

“I know” He replies again

You reach for the wet cloth to give yourself something to concentrate on and move it in the general area of where you think his forehead is, you poke him in the eye and a small “ow” escapes him, before he grabs your wrist and positions the cloth on his forehead whilst still clutching onto your hand. You hear him sigh in content. You unwillingly remove your hand from him and hand him the cup of broth you made.

“Drink this, it’ll make you feel better”

He reaches for cup and his hand brushes yours, if you knew any better you’d think he actually wanted to touch you. He takes a sip and you frown. “All of it. I can wait” He surprisingly obliges and drinks all the broth.

“Thank you” he says in a small voice. You take the cup and sure enough, his hand grazes yours again. You get up to leave and head to the door. “I will be checking on you, but I won’t look, I’ll just make sure you’re breathing and probably not overheating, so you can keep your helmet off. I promise I won’t see anything” you clarify.

“I know you won’t, I trust you” you nod and turn to leave.

“You know you don’t have to do this” he says in a small voice so low you barely hear him

“I know, but, Din, at night, when we’re all alone out here in space it’s just us three. We have no one else, and I’m not saying that I’m looking after you because we have an obligation, because we don’t, not really at least, but, you protect and watch out for me in so many ways, that this is the least I can do to say thanks. And I want too, I want to be there for you…” You stop rambling and quickly close the door before you can hear his reply. You always have to run your mouth, maybe one day something good will come out of it, or go in it...

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Cloud Cake and Drinks

Just something short and cute I had in mind, also, cloud cakes are a real thing in Bespin, can be read after ‘Gloves’ if you want a slight backstory. Can obviously be read as a standalone

Warnings: language I guess? Just cute fluff

Words: 645

“No way did they make fun of you!” You said in disbelief

‘Yes, they did, constantly” Din said.

You were both on your 4th round of who knows what this alcohol was that you found shoved in the back of the crest, but you were starting to really like it as Din was opening up to you more and more.

“So what would they say?” You eagerly ask

“You know.. the usual”

“Come on Din! Tell me, please?” You know that’ll get him to talk

“It’s things that shouldn’t be said in polite conversation” he argues

“Fuck polite and tell me!”

“Fine” he exhales “They would just say things like ‘oh Djarin’s probably never had his cock sucked, or he’s never felt pussy before”

You pause “Well they’re not wrong”

“Yes, but that’s not the point” he argues back.

“Come on, all their teasing can’t have just been about you being a virgin”

“It was, and they would say things that I’d never even heard of which made it worse”

“Things like?….”

“Things like ‘I bet he’s never even spooned before’ Like I know what the fuck being spooned is”

You pause

“Din, you know we’ve spooned, right?”

“What!? When!? How!?”

“Relax big guy, it’s not sexual, well it can be, but not really the way we’ve been doing it” You say with a sad twinge in your voice

“What is it?”

“You know when it gets cold on the ship and you hold me from behind, strictly for warmth purposes, well, that’s spooning”

He nods in agreement “You’re right, there’s nothing sexual about that” and your heart sinks at that comment, hoping he felt the same way about it as you did. Your favourite thing in the world is when Din holds you in his arms and you wake to still finding him clutching onto you for dear life.

The crest makes a beeping noise and Din rises to his feet “I have to go pull us out of hyperspace” and he leaves and you’re left alone knowing that you’re going to tell Din you’re cold tonight just to touch him again. Din is weird with his touch, he won’t touch you when you’re together, not even putting a hand on your shoulder as he walks by, its like he’ll do everything in his power to avoid touching you. But when you’re sleeping next to each other, his hands are all over you, not in that way of course, but still.

Not long after you go up and join Din in the cockpit, wondering if he’ll divulge anymore information tonight.

“Hey Din’

“No”

Well, I guess that’s all the information you’re getting from him tonight.

You stand up and stretch you legs coming to stand behind him

“So where are we?” You ask

“Just moving passed Bespin”

“Bespin!? Oh Din we have to go, they do the best cloud meringue cakes!” You say excitedly

Din is silent, did you do something wrong? You look down at him and notice that in your excitement you’ve placed your hands on his pauldrons.

“Oh shit sorry Din” you say as you lift your hands up but he grabs your wrists and slowly lowers them back to where they were “you were saying?” He says casually

“uhh… what was I saying?” You say flustered, why are you flustered!? You’re not even toughing his skin, hell you’re not even toughing him through his clothes! You’re touching him through his beskar

“Something about cake’ Din says

“Oh yeah, Bespin do the best cloud cakes, we have to go”

“No”

“Why not!?”

“It’s a waste of fuel and credits”

“Please?” There you were, using that word again, knowing he couldn’t say no to you

He exhales “ok” and starts the landing sequence.

Cloud cake and getting to spoon Din, well this was surely going to be a fun night for you.

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Why Are You Bothering Me?

Summary: One night on the Razor Crest you can’t handle just how cold space can get, so you finally decide to do the only logical thing. Snuggle up to a very warm Mandalorian

Warnings: none, super fluffy, kinda suggestive, just cuteness

Words: 1,084

It was a cold night on The Crest. Usually you’d be able to get through the cold by bundling yourself up in all the unused blankets on the ship, and occasionally throwing on one of Mando’s old capes. But tonight you couldn’t handle it, your whole body was going numb, you were sure you were going to die from hypothermia. You both decided to take it in turns who gets to sleep in that tiny cot Mando calls a bed. Well it was more you forcefully telling him that he’s not allowed to fall asleep in his pilots chair on long nights, he needs a good night sleep just like everyone else does. So much so that that particular night, you sprinted up to the cockpit and practically threw yourself in his chair so he would have to go sleep in the cot. Kinda funny at the time. But with Mando in the hatch, it’s now the warmest part of the ship, and you’re stuck shivering in his chair in a big ball of fabric.

This is it, this is how I go you think to yourself. What would Mando think when he found your cold lifeless body in the hanger, would he care that you died? He might care a bit. It’s hard to get a read on him sometimes, half the time you don’t know if you’re annoying him with your presence or if he actually wants you around. You start finding it hard to breathe from how much you’re shivering.

Fuck it. Theres no other option, or is there? Nope, there definitely is no other option. Mando is like his own space heater, he radiates heat even through all that beskar. But waking up a Mandalorian from his rest doesn’t sound like a good idea. To be honest, he petrifies you sometimes, not intentionally, but it’s just the way he is, so stoic all the time, it feels like he’s constantly watching you, which he’s clearly not, why would he? But this time, you have to man up and do it. It even hurts to get off the chair and make it down the ladder. Eventually when you get there you knock gently on the compartment door.

*knock knock* ‘Mando…. Nothing is wrong! So don’t worry, Grogu and I are safe” you manage to get out. You hear shuffling and a grumbled “Then why are you bothering me?” He sounds different, you realise it’s because he doesn’t have his helmet on! Of course he doesn’t, he doesn’t live in that thing, although you had your suspicions…

“I’m sorry, I’ll let you get back t-“

“What do you want?” He cuts you off.

“I.. I’m cold’

“Then get a blanket”

“Mando I have all of them”

“…Then grab one of my capes”

You whisper so quietly that you’re unsure he’ll even hear ‘I have that too”

Silence

“You’ll need body heat” he says. This was not the plan you had in mind, but he’s right, you had ALL the blankets in the ship, you need something nice and warm and firm and har- stop it. Your mind is wondering again.

The lights go out in the hull and you know he’s waiting for you. You press the button to open the compartment “drop the blankets” he says and you can feel his voice trembling down to your core.

“What side are you on?” You whisper “Your left”the replies.

You drop the blankets and hurriedly get under his, facing away from him.

“You’re shivering sweet girl” Theres that nickname again. You nod as he pulls you closer into his arms.

“It’s ok, just relax, I’ve got you” he says into your hair, calming you instantly.

Moments pass before he speaks again. “You should take your clothes off, I mean, take off what you’re comfortable with, like, down to your underwear, like me, so I can warm you properly” If you weren’t so damn cold and embarrassed you might’ve realised just how flustered the Mandalorian is getting.

You slowly start trying to remove your sleep top, but struggle, the feeling still hasn’t come back to your fingers, sensing your frustration, Mando places a warm hand on your hip and ever so slowly moves it under your shirt, undressing you carefully whilst turning you around to face him. He removes your top and you cling to him shivering as he rubs a warm hand up and down your back. You like this you think, as you still continue to shiver. “Your pants need to go” He says, you nod and make no move to remove them yourself. The hand that’s caressing your back moves slowly down your back and under the waistband your your sleep pants as he slowly starts to lower the fabric, using his feet to kick them the rest of the way off, “wrap your legs around me” he says as removes your leg to rest over his. His warm hand goes back to stroking up and down your back soothing you. You try as hard as you can not to think about what is pressing right up against your core currently.

Eventually, you stop shivering and start to relax. You snuggle up to his warm broad chest even closer and. Shit. Mando said ‘take your clothes off like me’ didn’t he? You shuffle around slowly trying to move back and he grabs you tight “please stop moving” he says. Yep, he’s definitely in his boxers and you definitely don’t have a bra on.

“Unless you’re uncomfortable?” He whispers?

“I’m comfortable” You lie. You’ve never been this close to anyone, let alone this close to anyone whilst half naked.

“I can feel your tension, we can stop, you’ve warmed up” he says as he starts to pull away, but you grab him tight.

“It’s just.. I’ve never been.. This is just..I..” You stutter

“Me too”

“Really!?” You blurt out “I mean, I didn’t mean that, ignore I said that” you plead, and you can sense how tense he is now,

“Mando I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel unco-“

“I’ve never been this close to anyone either” Oh, well that’s new information.

He continues “And I’ve never taken my helmet off in front of anyone else, you’re the first”

“I can’t see your face, so it’s ok, right?” He doesn’t answer, he just hums into your hair and very slowly, you start to drift off into the best sleep of your life.

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Acid Burn

Summary: ***I don’t know why, but you have to stay back on Nevarro for what I'm sure is a good reason***

- You have to leave the Mandalorian and Grogu for a few days, but when you reunite, things aren't exactly as they used to be. You start to doubt everything until an accident on the ship brings out your true feelings for one another

Warnings: Super super fluffy and maybe a teeny bit of sexiness? Maybe if you look really hard

Words: 3,279

‘Din, I need to stay and help’

‘What?’

‘I can’t go with you, they need me here, you know that’

The Mandalorian nods his head curtly ‘How long will you be?’

‘Three days’ you say quietly

He nods and moves to make his way to the ship

‘Will you come back for me?’ You whisper, unsure if he even heard you

He stops and turns back to you ‘of course I will, if that is what you want’

‘You know I do’

He slowly walks over to you and rubs your cheek, softly pulling your forehead towards his, you realise he’s giving you a keldabe kiss. ‘You know what this means?’ He whispers

You nod

‘Then know that I will always come back for you Cyar’ika’

After a moment you pull back and pick up Grogu

‘Look after your father buddy, do everything he asks and try not to drive him too insane ok?’

He gurgles an unhappy noise

‘I know sweetheart, I’ll miss you more, but its only for a few days, I’ll be back with you before you know it’ He starts to cry and your heart breaks, you hand him back to Din, utter another useless bye and watch them board the Razor Crest.

*Three days later*

Your heart leaps as you watch the Razor Crest come into view and land in front you. It feels like an eternity since you’ve seen them. The ramp opens and Grogu runs as fast as his tiny legs will let him down to you. You scoop him up and spin him around as you both laugh, you spot Din standing at the top of the ramp waiting for you to come inside. You freeze and stare at him, wow, you forgot just how wet he makes you. Grogu touches your face and you’re brought back to reality, you make your way onto the ship.

‘Did you miss me?’ You say coyly

‘I did’ he replies, and you think that’s all you’re going to get out of him for a while. You make your way up to the cockpit so you can get away from this place.

You put Grogu down into his seat and notice a piece of paper stuck to the wall of the crest. You examine it closer, it looks like, a Callander? A countdown of some sort? Then it hits you

‘Oh sweetheart, did daddy make you a chart to countdown till I got back?’ He nods and mumbles, you assume he’s explaining what the chart actually is, you nod in mock understanding. ‘He couldn’t understand the concept of days, every now and then he would go to the door and wait for me to open them so you could come back to us. So I made the chart for him to have as a countdown’ Din explains.

‘Did it help?’

‘Yes and no. He understood that every morning when he woke up we would cross another day off, but then he started to think that after every nap he could cross a day off. Worked for me, since I didn’t have to battle with him to go to sleep’

‘It’s ok honey, I’m back now and I don’t expect to leave you again like that, ok?’

You pull a black pouch out of you pocket

‘I got a present for you’

You pull out a small stuffed mudhorn toy and hand it to Grogu, who is already making grabby hands at it. And just like that, he’s using it as a chew toy.

‘Hey kid, can I see it? Please?’ Din says as Grogu reluctantly hands it to him.

Din looks over the wet toy in his hands

‘A mudhorn?’ He questions?

‘Yeah, there was an old lady making toys at the market, I asked her to make it for me, she gave me a weird look, but you pay anyone enough and they’ll make whatever you want’

He does say anything as he hands the toy back to Grogu

‘I thought it would be cute, ya know? A mudhorn toy for clan mudhorn….. I know it’s silly’

‘No it’s not, it’s.. appropriate’ he says. You sense he wants to say more but you don’t push it.

Within the hour you’re in hyperspace on your way to your next destination, Din said he’ll take you to a nice remote place, somewhere it’ll just be the three of you for a few days, and you couldn’t think of anything better. Din has however been quite distant, even though it’s only been an hour since you’ve been reunited, you can tell there’s something he’s not telling you. After all this time you thought you were making progress with him, getting him to open up more to you but only if he felt comfortable doing so, which he said he did. You hope three days apart haven’t set you back all those months you’ve been on his ship. You decide to go speak to him about it.

After checking that Grogu is sound asleep. You head up into the cockpit where he’s shut himself up.

‘Din?’

‘What!?’ He snaps

‘Excuse me!?’ You say in shock and disbelief. He’s never been disrespectful like this to you

‘I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean that, you caught me off guard, I wasn’t thinki-‘ he rambles and you cut him off

‘What’s wrong?’

He pauses.

‘…I haven’t slept at all these past 3 days’ 

You nod in understanding

‘Me too’

‘Really?’

‘Yup’ you say with a smile

‘You realise that doesn’t make me happy’

‘I know, come on, lets have a nap’

You lead Din down to where his makeshift cot is. You could lead him to your bed, but you want to be as close as possible to Din, so the tiny storage area will be perfect, he doesn’t question you on this, probably thinking he has the same thought pattern. Which he does.

You kick your boots off and start helping Din with his armour. Your heart flutters each time you get close to him like this, even if it is to help with his beskar. When he’s in just his under clothes you crawl into the cot and get under the blanket waiting for him to join you.

As soon as he lies down next to you, he turns the lights off and you hear the familiar clicks of his helmet coming off. His arm is instantly around you and for the first time in three days, you both fall fast asleep.

When you wake you don’t know how long it’s been but Din isn’t next to you anymore, which isn’t unusual for him, but you did wish that he’d stayed until you woke up seen as you’ve missed him so much. Something is still definitely on his mind, but you’ll just have to wait until he’s comfortable enough to tell you. To be honest, you’re sick of this routine, pretending that you both aren’t madly in love with each other. It's exhausting, but you’d rather have whatever this is, then not have anything at all with Din.

For the rest of the evening you try to stay away from him as much as possible which breaks your heart, but you want to give him his space to think, you don’t want to overbear him with your thoughts and feelings. Maybe he didn’t miss you like you thought? Maybe he liked having time away from you? No, that can’t be right? Can it? Your mind starts to wonder to places that you don’t want it to go. A life without Din and Grogu isn’t the life you want. But maybe its the life he wants? You decide to get Grogu ready for bed, deciding to occupy your mind with something else for the evening. Once he’s bathed and fast asleep you contemplate going up to the cockpit to sit with Din, this is usually the time where you would have one of your long chats, or play stupid games, but tonight you’re just not in the mood. You undress to your simple black panties and throw on one of Din’s old shirts. And as you slip under the covers alone in your bed, you fall fast asleep dreaming of the only man you’ve ever truly loved. Din Djarin.

You awake to a searing pain on your right side, it’s burning and it’s getting worse, then you feel something dripping onto you burning even more, you scream in horror and run to the fresher.

‘Y/N!?’ Din screams as he jumps down the ladder, blaster in hand at your side

‘What’s happening!?’ He follows you to the fresher

You look in the mirror and notice there’s a hole in the shirt your wearing and your skin underneath it is raw and red

‘Acid!?’ You say as you lift the shirt up high on your right side, exposing your breast to Din to get a better look in the mirror. The burn goes from just under your right breast all the way down to the top of your underwear.

‘Acid?’ Din repeats and goes to check in your room. You hear muffled noises but the room starts to spin from the searing pain. ‘Shit, there's a leak!’

‘Din, I think I’m gonna…’ you clutch onto the sink for life trying not to pass out, instantaneously Din is at your side lifting you up and putting you on his cot

‘No passing out, do you hear me, stay with me’ he says but you just writhe around in pain, the burning is getting worse and you’re struggling to stay conscious. You hear Grogu stirring from his sleep ‘Keep him away!’ You yell.

Din runs off and comes back with the bacta spray, you assume he’s locked Grogu away somewhere. The last thing you need is him trying to heal you and then him passing out, no amount of pain is worth injuring Grogu.

‘This will help, ok? but.. but I’m gonna need to open your shirt’ he says panicked

‘Just take it off!’ You yell as you start to shake, modesty is the last thing on your mind right now, but Din being Din, is the only person to ask permission to remove your clothes before he treats you for excruciating acid burns.

He lifts the shirt as high as it will go and liberally sprays you with the bacta, instantly you feel a slight relief. 

‘We don’t have any bacta patches, so I’m just going to have to keep spraying you with the bacta spray, ok?’ He says in a shaky breath as he pulls your shirt down and takes your hand in his

Your eyes are still shut tight, but you manage a nod.

True to his words, after a few minutes he lifts your shirt again and starts spraying, you don’t know after how many times he does this, but you can feel the pain subsiding and you open your eyes.

“I have to check on the kid, I’ll be right back’ he says

You slowly try to sit up, but Din rushes back and tries to push you back down.

‘Woahh easy there, you need to rest’ he says

‘No, I need to shower’ you say as you shuffle down the bed

‘Shower!? I don’t think so, you can barely stand’

You try to get up, but your legs fail you as Din supports you

‘Cyar’ika, please, just lie down and rest’ he pleads

‘Din, I can’t, I feel all sweaty and gross and I’m sticking to these clothes, to the blanket and I’m burning up I just need a shower to relax, there’s no way I can rest like this’ you utter helplessly

He doesn’t say anything.

‘If it makes you feel better you can watch me, I really don’t care’ you say as you make your way to the fresher. You can feel the bacta slowly kicking in.

As you get in the fresher you start to undress and turn the shower on and get under the cool water

‘Door stays open and I’m going to stand here and make sure you’re ok’ you look over and see him with his back to you.

The room starts to spin again as you hastily let the water run all over you and you’ve cooled down, you wrap your towel around you and walk over to the sink

‘Fuck’ you whisper, the room starts to spin even worse but Din catches you just in time again. He holds you tight to him and you breathe his scent in, calming you instantly. He pulls back and places you against a ledge, confident you won’t fall ‘hold on’ he says, he comes back with another one of his shirts.

He places the shirt over your head and you pull your arms through, once the shirt is on and it’s covering your knees, he carefully drags the towel off you and throws it to the side.

‘Hold onto my shoulders’ he says as he gently helps you into a new pair of underwear he’s brought over trying not to let it touch your burn. He carries you over to the cot and lays you down, pulling the bacta out and spraying you once more. He pulls back to take his armour off, and lays down beside you pulling you tight into his arms, careful not to hurt you. You’re both lying on your sides facing each other, your head resting on Din’s shoulder.

‘I’m going to turn the lights off, if that’s ok’ he says. You nod.

The lights go off, and his helmet comes off. What he does next, surprises you.

You can feel his breath on your shoulder as he holds you close, and then you can feel his lips follow suit. A small kiss is left on your shoulder and he whispers ‘I can’t believe I almost lost you’

‘You didn’t lose me Din, I’m ok, I’m still here’

‘But I could’ve, if that acid had gotten all over you then… I don’t know what I’d do without you’ he kisses your shoulder again, this time leaving his lips on you

‘Shhh, don’t think like that, I’m ok, everything will be fine’ he drags his lips from your shoulder to your forehead and gives you one last kiss. And with that, you fall asleep in the arms of the one you love.

You wake up, almost a full day later and again Din isn’t with you, but you notice your little green bean snuggled up to you. You lift your shirt up and notice that your wounds have healed, but you do still feel extremely weak. After popping a kiss on Grogu’s sleeping head. You make your way to the fresher and have a real shower this time, as soon as you’re dressed, Din appears. ‘How’re you feeling?’ He asks, voice land with concern

‘A lot better, thank you’

‘Can I see?’ He asks. You lift your shirt up and show him, his hand reaches out to touch you, but at the last second he pulls back. This action hurts you and you remember that he’s been acting extremely weird ever since you got back.

‘You should get some more rest’ he says as he makes his way back up to the cockpit. You decide to have something small to eat and not let his actions bother you.

As you finish eating your bread and berries, you notice Din has parked the ship in a field somewhere. So he doesn’t actually need to be piloting the ship, he’s just up there avoiding you. Tears start to prick your eyes, you grab a blanket and go lower the ramp to sit outside and get some air.

After sitting outside for a good few minutes, you hear Din’s footsteps as he comes to sit next to you, none of you say a word. You decide that he’s not going to tell you himself so you might as well ask.

‘Din, is something wrong? You’ve been off with me ever since I got back’

‘I’m sorry’ he whispers ‘I know I’ve been difficult and distant, and that’s not my intention to be like that with you’

‘Then what is it?’

‘I….. I got you something, but I don’t know if you’re going to like it or not’

‘Why would I not like anything you give me? You could give me trash and as long as I know you got it for me, I would love it regardless, because it came from you’

‘Thats nice to hear, but I guess its not a question of if you’ll like it, I guess I’m worried that you won’t accept it’

‘What is it?’ You repeat

He pulls out a small black bag and hands it to you.

You open the bag and inside is a small metal charm. You examine it closer and see exactly what it is ‘mudhorn’ you whisper

He nods ‘while you were gone, I had the armorer make this for me out of scraps of beskar’

‘Why would I not accept it?’

He pauses and says in such a faint whisper ‘if you accept this, then it’ll mean you’re apart of my clan. Clan mudhorn, I mean I’ve always seen you as part of my clan, I first saw it when I told you my name all those months ago. But I only realised it when we spent time apart. Those 3 days were the worst 3 days of my life, and it made me realise that I don’t want to spend any time apart from you, ever’

He says in a louder voice ‘but nothing has to change if you don’t want it too, I mean, we don’t have to be together, like that’s not what I’m trying to imply, but obviously if you wanted too then we could..’ He starts rambling

‘Din, do you want to?’ You ask, knowing his answer

‘Yes, you already know I’m madly in love with you, I’m not good at any of this stuff, but at least I would think that much is obvious. You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted any of this with. My life was terrible before you came into it, and I’m still so grateful you’re still with me. I can’t give you what you deserve, what you need, all I can give you is my undying love’

‘Din, all I need is you’ you manage to get in

He finally turns and looks at you ‘Really? You really mean that?’ He says shocked

‘I would be honoured to join clan mudhorn, if you’ll have me’

‘And what about being with me?’ He whispers

‘Din Djarin, I love you more than anything, you’re the only man I have ever or will ever love, you are everything I need and more. Please, don’t ever doubt my love for you’

‘Never’ he whispers as he leans in for your second ever keldabe kiss. Secretly longing for a real kiss.

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Running Your Mouth Part 2

Summary: It’s late one night, Grogu is safely asleep down in the hull, and you’re sitting in comfortable silence with Din in his pilots chair and you in your co pilots seat. He’s being extra quiet tonight and you wonder what’s going through his mind, until he abruptly brings up an incident that happened with you both a few weeks ago.

Can be read as a standalone fic

Warnings: Smut all throughout

Words: 824

‘Remember that night on Coruscant? He says abruptly turning to you in his chair

‘The night where I got so drunk and ran my mouth? Yeah what about it’ 

‘is your offer still available?’ 

‘Huh? What offer?’ 

‘Never mind’ he says as he spins his chair back round

‘What offer did I make?’ 

He stays silent 

‘What the hell did I sa-oh OH!’ shit, you remember. He means your offer of giving him a blow job, he couldn’t be serious could he?

‘My offer still stands’ you say slowly. He turns around to look at you again 

‘Din, do you want me too?’ 

‘Yes’ he whispers 

You get up from your seat and make your way over to him 

‘I wanted you to that night, but you were really drun-HEY!’ He grabs your shoulders as you get on your knees in front of him, holding you in place

‘You don’t have to do this’ he says looking into your eyes You smile ‘Din, believe me, I WANT to do this’ after a moment of hesitation he gives you a curt nod.

‘Undo your belt’ you whisper, as though speaking loud will ruin the atmosphere

He undoes his belt, and lifts his shirt to reveal the tanned skin of his abdomen, you’re close enough to see the fine hairs that travel down beneath his pants. You stick your tongue out and trace that line and you hear his gloved hands grip his pilots chair and a faint gasp his vocoder picks up.

You start to unbutton his pants, seeing the evidence of that one lick already showing through his black boxers. As you pull the zip down you let out a ‘oh my’ his head snaps down to yours ‘something wrong?’ He asks worried ‘No, you’re just bigger than I thought’ you say as you pull him out of his boxers. He stays silent. ‘That’s not a bad thing Din’ you say as your tongue licks a long stripe from base to tip. His head shoots back ‘Fuck’ he gaps.

You gather all the spit you can and let it drip on to his tip as you pump him a few times, his grip on his chair gets tighter, but he stays silent, and you know he’s trying to be quiet on purpose. As you finally take him all the way in hitting the back of your throat he lets out an ‘Ahh!’ As his hands shoot to pull the hair from your face. You bob your head up and down finally hearing his words of praise ‘yes Cyar’ika’ ‘So good to me’ ‘Always so fucking good to me’ ‘Yes mesh’la’ you feel his pre cum dripping down your throat, you release him still pumping your fist up and down and look him in the eyes, or where you think his eyes are, you stick your tongue out which is already covered in his precum, you want him to see it on you, and you lick what is remaining on his tip and swallow all while keeping eye contact.

‘Fuck’ he whispers as his hands guide you back on to him. You puff out your cheeks and take him all the way in and that does it, it doesn’t take him long. ‘Yes yes yes yes you take me so well so beautiful’ he chants over and over thrusting into your mouth and spilling his seed into you. It’s so much you start to gag but this spurs him on more and you almost hear him growling your name, once he starts to slow his thrusts and you’re able to breathe again after swallowing what you can. You pull back and sit on your knees and start licking his cum off your palm ‘that was, yeah that was really’ he starts to say but he’s panting too hard and brain is too fuzzed to make coherent sentences. ‘Yeah it was’ you say laughing at how adorable he looks. This big bad Mandalorian that many in the galaxy feared turned in to a mess, and that’s all because your tongue did that to him. You feel a sense of pride in that

As you start to get up, he muffles a small ‘thanks’ ‘don’t thank me for that, that’s weird, but if you want to return the favour, then that would be a great way to thank me’ you say as you sway your hips and make your way out of the cockpit. You don’t hear a response, and you live in hope that maybe one day he’ll reciprocate.

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Tight Space

Summary: After realising that The Mandalorian can’t fix the issue with his ship, you decide to fix it for him, not realising just how close you two are about to get

Warnings: Fluff? I wouldn't consider this smut, some bad language I guess

Words: 599

‘Mando I can fix it, don’t worry’ you huff out as you make your way out of the ship

‘yeah but I know my own ship better than you’

‘it’s a small area, we won’t both fit’

‘Exactly, so I don’t need your help’ he retorts

‘you’ve been in there for the past 4 hours and it still isn’t fixed! Just let me fix it and we can finally get off this damn planet’

You get on your knees shuffle into the tiny crawl space located at the back of the ship to access the cables

‘you know there’s a door, right?’ Mando says as he walks in inadvertently pushing your chest against the wall *click*

‘Dank Farrik’ Mando utters

‘what was that!?’ you say thrashing around trying to turn around, but Mando’s pressed up tight around you

‘stop moving’ he growls in your ear

‘Mando I don’t do well in tight spaces! We have to get out!’ You move around not realising you’re rubbing directly against him

‘Just stop moving!’

You continue to try to turn around, but his hands grab your shoulders and he yells ‘Dank Farrik stop moving!’

‘I do not do well in tight sp-’ you freeze finally realising that there’s definitely something hard and thick pressing against your lower back.

‘Really Mando?’ you say exasperated, his erection is the last thing on your mind right now

‘I told yo-’ he starts

‘yeah yeah stop moving I know’ you spit out

‘it’s not like I was intentionally thinking about you against me, I mean, it’s because you’re so close, and I did tell you to stop, but you were rubbing yourself and I can’t control it it’s an unconscious thing that is inevitable with how close we a-’

‘Mando stop talking’

He notices the way your chest is heaving, you don’t like small spaces and he realises

‘just breathe’ he whispers in your ear

You close your eyes, try to ignore the Mandalorian pressing his hard on against your back and just try to breathe, your breasts are pressing against the cold metal in front, hardening your nipples ever so, feeling so good………… This isn’t working.

‘I have an idea, just trust me and don’t move, ok?’ you say sheepishly

‘ok’

You slowly start to turn around so you’re face to face with him and avoid looking at his helmet, you can feel his eyes pressed into you, you’ve never been this close to him before, your chest heaving against his. ‘just, open your legs’ you says as you kick his legs apart.

‘here we go’ you whisper as you lower to your knees, hands coming to cover your face. As you slowly make it down, the back of your knuckles slide down his rock hard cock.

‘This is your plan!?’ he chokes out. You ignore him and lower your head, pushing against him even more and your head finally makes it through his legs.

Once your head is free, you can crawl out of the small compartment you shoved yourself through earlier, open the door for him and run off to lie down in the open. Eyes closed you try to control your breathing. You hear him walk up the ramp into the ship and climb the ladder to the cockpit, you try to ignore what you think he’s about to do.

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Running Your Mouth Part 1

Summary: You have a little too much to drink and end up pissing the Mandalorian off and making him an offer he can’t refuse

Warnings: Language gets a bit spicy when the offer is put forward

Words: 1,403

After a long and tiering week, you find yourself in yet another cantina with Din as he tries to find more work. Being able to relax knowing Grogu is safe and asleep on the ship, you sit at the bar and before you know it, you’re 4 glasses in of who knows what, and all you know is that you’re having the most boring conversation with a Twi’lek.

‘We’re leaving’ Din grabs your arm and pulls you out the cantina making a huge scene

‘No we’re not, what the hell Mando!’ You protest but he just keeps walking.

You try to get free from him, but his grasp is like a vice grip. You dig your feet into the ground to make a point and he actually stops. You think you’ve won this round. But without another word he grabs you and hauls you over his shoulder.

‘HEY, PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN NOW!’ You scream, but he continues to walk towards the ship, if anyone saw, they’d think you just had a bounty on you, so screaming is pointless.

‘If you don’t put me right down now I swear I’m going to throw up all over you’

‘I can wash the beskar’ he retorts, you can hear the hatred oozing from within him.

‘Why are you doing this!?’

‘I’m saving you from something you’re going to regret, you can thank me later’

‘Save me from what!? I wasn’t doing anyth-‘ you pause as it dawns on you what he means

‘Mando, I wasn’t going to have sex with him but it’s great to know that’s what you really think of me’ you spit out

‘If you weren’t, then why were you all over him like that!? Talking, laughing at his jokes, letting him touch yo-‘

‘He did NOT touch me!’

‘Yes he did, you’re just too drunk to notice it’

‘Where did he touch me?’ You ask genuinely interested, you would’ve remembered if you were touched, you’re drunk, but not THAT drunk.

He pauses.

‘Well?’

‘Your knee’

‘Oh he touched my knee, now I must take him to bed! You’re such a hypocrite Mando it’s unreal’

‘How?’ He asks confused

‘Oh like you’ve never allowed a Twi’lek touch you before, huh? You make me sick’

He stops walking ‘what did Xi’an tell you?’ He asks slowly

‘Oh do you really wanna know what she said?’ You move to position so you’re right by where his ears would be. ‘Huh Din? do you really wanna know what she said word for word’

He continues walking and whispers a ‘tell me’

You’re gonna have fun with this you think. In your most sultry voice, you whisper

‘She told me that she gripped your thick, hard cock in her hand, but just as it was getting good, you pulled away because you wanted to fuck her instead. You’re disgusting Mando, I thought you were better than that’

‘Can I talk now?’ He says

‘No, don’t get random hand jobs from Twi’leks, the fact that you let her touch you is nasty enough’ you spit out, disgust in your voice evident

‘Oh so you can get touched by a Twi’lek but I can’t? He argues back

‘This was through my clothes Mando, there’s a difference!’

‘So was this!’ He says. You pause trying to understand, maybe you were drunker than you originally thought, he continues

‘This was years ago, we were on a job and it was going on for too long, I hadn’t slept in days and she caught me off guard’ he stops.

‘And?’ You prompt, wondering where this is going

He inhales and continues ‘And.. she grabbed me for point 5 of a second and I threw her off me, probably broke a few of her ribs in the process, and no, I did not throw her off to fuck her later, I told you, don’t listen to what she tells you’

‘Ok but were you hard?’ You blurt out, not caring because of your intoxicated state

After a beat he says ‘No’

‘Interesting…. Well Din, if you ever want a real hand job then you know where I am at all times, and if you’re lucky, I might even use my mouth on you’ you whisper and you feel him stiffen, you continue feeling a rush through you ‘we could do it in your pilots chair, I bet you’d like that, I know I’ve thought about it before, you could feel something other than your hand wrapped around you for once. Or maybe we could do it right after you get a bounty, you know it does things to me when I see you go full Mando on their asses’ just as you finish your sentence a wave of nausea hits you forgetting everything you just said

‘Din, everything aside, I really think I am going to throw up and I don’t want to do it upside down, please put me down’ he stops walking but doesn’t put you down ‘please’ you utter helplessly, he slowly puts you down and you lose balance, but he’s right there keeping you steady. You rush over to the right of you and start throwing up everything you’ve just consumed within the past hour. With your back to Din you hear him move to walk over to you. ‘Don’t come over’ you say. ‘This is your fucking fault I’m throwing up’ you continue and hear him ignore you and come over, he bends down behind you and holds your hair back. The sentiment is not lost on you. Eventually once your stomach is empty, he hands you a canister of water and you rinse your mouth ‘this is still your fault, you’re not forgiven’ you mutter.

You slowly stand up and start to walk, but your legs turn to jelly ‘don’t put me on your back!’ You almost yell at him.

He exhales, then gently with one arm under your legs and another on your back, he picks you up and starts walking to the ship, which you can see is not too far away.

‘Din, I genuinely wasn’t going to do anything with that Twi’lek, I need you to know that, I’m not that type of person’ you say under your breath. He’s still silent. You slowly start to lose consciousness as your drift off to sleep.

You awake the next morning in your cot on the ship with the most awful headache. You look to see you’re still wearing the clothes from last night, sans boots, and somehow, your head is at the end of your bed. You groan and cover your head with your blanket and try to wish the pain away. Just then, the door to your room opens and you stay still, trying to remember what happened last night, you know you have a tendency of running your mouth when you get drunk. You don’t remember what happened, but an instinct tells you to not look at Din, so you don’t lower the blanket.

He walks in and sets something on your table, ‘take this, it’ll help’ he says, then hurries out of the room. You look over to see there’s some pills and water, you down everything then roll over in bed and try to remember what happened last night. It can’t have been that bad could it? One moment you’re in the bar talking, then the next thing you’re over dins shoulder then-

Shit. You offered to give the Mandalorian a blow job. Shit shit shit shit shit!

You think about what you’re going to say, you want him to know that you’re sorry for saying it, but that you did mean it and the offer still stands, no that last part is dumb. You should just apologise for everything. Cover all bases you think. You might as well get this over with, its not like you can ignore him forever. You get up and slowly make your way to the fresher, hoping the hot water will give you any idea of what to say to him. It doesn’t. When you’re dressed, you make your way up to the cockpit, he’s sitting in his pilots chair and you sit in the co pilots chair behind him. He turns in his chair to look at you, but you sit to the side facing Grogu’s seat. Luckily, the child is still asleep, so you can make your apology, then rush away.

You start. ‘I would like to apologise for what I said yesterday I was way out of line and I shouldn’t have said what I said I tend to run my mouth and blurt whatever thought is going through my mind that day and I’m sorry I embarrassed you and I shouldn’t have told you what Xi’an told me it was inappropriate and I’m sorry for making a scene at the cantina and I’m sorry for whatever else I did that I don’t remember’ you say in one long breath. You’re met with silence, which is not unusual, but you wish he would say something, anything!

‘How’s your headache?’ He asks, well I guess its something.

‘It’s ok, those pills helped, thank you’

‘I’m also sorry, I shouldn’t have pulled you out of the cantina, I could’ve spoken to you first. Then dragged you out’ you chuckle, the tension in the room diffusing the slightest.

He goes ‘I’ve been trying to decide all morning I should drop you off at the nearest port and make my way to Coruscant alone’

Your heart sinks, that’s it. He’s going to drop you off there and you’ll never see him again ‘why?’ You whisper.

‘Because I’m 90% sure that’s where Xi’an is right now, but I don’t think I want you to come with me because I’m going to go full Mando on her ass and if what you said-‘

‘OK OK this conversation is over!” You say as you almost fall down the ladder trying to get away. Very faintly, you can hear Din start laughing to himself, well, at least he found all of this funny.

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Gloves

Summary: You begin to ask questions about your latest obsession. The Mandalorian’s gloves

Warnings: Cute fluff and Din getting embarrassed at his confession

Words: 632

Din had parked the ship on a remote part of who knows where, but with the kid in the ship sound asleep, you and Din are sitting next to it on a patch of grass with a fire burning between you both.

‘Don’t you ever get tired of wearing gloves?’ You burst out of your thoughts

‘What?’ He replies genuinely confused

‘I mean, like, you know what I’m like whenever we go to a market, I can’t help but not touch everything and anything I see, I always need to feel whatever I’m about to buy, I don’t think I could do that if I was wearing gloves’

‘I’ve never really thought about it before. I’ve always had my gloves on’ he says with a slight tilt of his head.

‘Just something to think about I guess’

‘Do you ever miss not touching things with your gloves?’ You say after a moment

‘What’s your obsession with my gloves tonight?’

‘No obsession, I’m just trying to understand, it’s even small things like, I don’t know, holding hands, it’s not the same with gloves on, it just doesn’t feel right’

‘I wouldn’t know’ he says without thinking

‘Wouldn’t know what?’

‘I wouldn’t know what it’s like to hold hands with someone’ he says slowly, as embarrassment washes over him, thankful for the helmet he’s wearing to cover up his red face.

‘You haven’t held anyone’s hand with your gloves on before?’ You ask genuinely trying to understand.

‘Gloves on or off’ he says quietly.

‘Well if you ever want me to be your first, I give you permission to hold my hand whenever you want, gloves on or off’ you can feel his embarrassment at his confession, but it doesn’t bother you in the slightest, and you want him to know that. In fact, your heart races at the thought of doing something as small as holding his hand.

 To lighten the mood, you make a confession.

’You know, I wasn’t 100% sure you weren’t part droid when we first met’

‘A droid!?’ He says offended

‘All covered in beskar from head to toe, no skin visible, maybe that’s why you wear your gloves all the time, to hide those droid hands’

 Din shakes his head slowly, then pulls the glove off his right hand

‘See, a normal human hand, I think? No droid parts’ You can’t help but stare at the tanned skin exposed to you. Almost too fast you say

‘Put your glove back on Mando, that’s too scandalous even for you’ you joke, albeit extremely flustered at his hand reveal.

 ‘Din’ he says as he puts his glove back looking at you

‘What was that?’

‘Din Djarin, that’s my name, the one I was given at birth’

You nod slowly, he continues

‘And I want you to call me that when we’re alone together’

‘Who else have you told that to?’

‘No-one’

You nod in agreement

‘But I want you to know, you’ve given me no reason to ever not trust you, and you’re so easy to talk too that I’ve told you things that I’ve never told anyone before, good or bad and you’ve never judged me for what I’ve done, or not done’

‘You’re not a bad person, no need to judge when your heart is as pure as yours, I see how you are with the kid, how open you’ve been to allow me on your ship, from my point of view, you’re a good man’

 He nods slowly then utters a faint ‘thank you’

 After a pause you let his name fall from your lips

‘Din Djarin. Its a nice name, I like saying it’

‘I’ve missed hearing it’

You nod, and sit in a comfortable silence as you wait for the fire to burn out.