#djarin

[shadowpuppetteer]

That's "Sir Din Grogu" to you! May the 4th be with you all! Quick Mando comic to celebrate. Love that Mando and Grogu finally get to relax and chill, but now my sister and I can't stop saying that Grogu was knighted by Lizzo! In the words of that lovely artist, "It's about damn time!" Haha!

[pianju]

din really said “hey you were right this planet ISN’T cursed :D” fifteen minutes after he was saved from being slowroasted in his own blood

[trukoo]

Sunflowers  🌻

[mlys05]

[b3dh3d]

Star Wars Art Dump!

Once again, suffer lmao

[pendingfeels]

The Mandalorian—

1.08 CHAPTER 8: REDEMPTION

[jonberry555]

Din Grogu, I am Your Father' - Star Wars on Facebook #starwars #themandalorian

[hotpinkboots]

if they put Bo and Din together I'll be pissed for some reason. also Grogu doing all that stuff and piloting the ship and stuff was far fetched to me?? idk i wasn't as much of a fan of this episode :( ALSO MANDO TAKE UR SHIRT OFF PLS I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA BE DADDY 😻 I guess that would be weird with Bo there though idk. but yeah if her and Din end up crushin' on each other I will be so mad

[pinkiemme]

Valentines resin collection 🥰

[strwbrry-qrtz]

Gahaaaosksm his first name isn’t Din 😭

No spoilers

But like

I just finished season three of The Mandalorian

And just found out Din is his last name and Djarin his first 😭😭😭 they never specified before and now I feel so confused inside

[ddin-djarin]

Up and coming country music star The Mandalorian and his band The Bounty Hunters give us the inside scoop on the hottest country fashion trends of this year. Legends Never Die: Drummer Boba Fett recounts his deadly experience working for “the wrong people,” and how he plans to give back. 

All and more inside this edition of Vogue Nevarro!

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ao3: @ddin_djarin

[queenlyfae]

I just know for a fact Din Djarin got his force sensitivity from his mother, no I will not cite my sources on this, this is the way I have spoken

[pianju]

din djarin, once again, in his home depot dad “i can fix it myself” era

[cal-kestis]

hi ily poopoo bye ❤️

what happens when i don't think before i text

[mlys05]

[galactic-star-bruiser]

Fear pt. 5

Pt. 5

pt. 4 , masterlist

light cursing, lots of angst, maybe an uncomfortable scene of unwanted touches, lots of feelings

//////// a few hours later ////////////

mandos POV

“I need to send you on a mission” I said bluntly, staring at the flight controls. 

“Oh, is that so? Does that mean you’ve taken another bounty and want me in on it?” She said in a slight teasing tone that took everything in my power not to respond to in a flirtatious way. 

“Yes... is that okay?”

“More than okay, handsome.”

Fuck me 

“We’re going back to Tatooine and you’ll need to get information on how to enter a specific spice trade.”

She leaned forward in the copilot seat, obviously intrigued which made me harder than I could’ve imagined. “Okay,” she continued, “Do you have a specific plan in mind?”

“No.” I’d been so focused on keeping my hands off of her that I hadn’t had time to think of a fully fleshed out plan.

“Okay, well, I’ll do whats worked for me in the past” she answered with a smug smile. 

“Don’t do anything stupid.” 

“No promises” she winked. fuck she winked “Ill just need to borrow some old clothes of yours”

The thought of her in my clothes sent my mind spiraling, “why would you need that?”

“I’ll need something you don’t care about to make me look like I’ve stolen the clothes off of someones back...make them look ragged, ya know? Men love to see a disheveled woman they can take advantage of” she rolled her eyes, “I usually flirt my way back to their place and once I’ve gotten the info I need...game over.”

 It honestly wasn’t a bad plan, but just the thought of a man looking at her like prey made me feel sick.

/////////////

Mando handed me an old olive green worn out t-shirt that fit me like a short dress and I wore tight shorts underneath. 

The smell of him still lingered on the t-shirt and it almost hurt to wear, knowing the smell had a chance of fading.

I looked at myself in the small mirror I had brought in my flight bag. I guess he didn’t really need one since he never took off that helmet. that damn helmet.

I ran my fingers through my hair, haphazardly, making it seem like I hadn’t been in a position to take care of myself for a long while. With a few patches of brown eyeshadow smeared on my face... I was ready.

The Mandalorian strolled behind me, an ever present gloved hand on his blaster. He was as quiet as ever and made no attempt at going over the plan once more. 

He never let me be lost to his sight as I strolled into a bar, hips swaying seductively with a Doe eyed pout plastered across my face. 

Jackpot. 

Heads turned as I walked in, a seemingly meek, pretty young girl was in the lions den and every man in there was looking for his next release. The thought of their hands on me made me feel sick, but I swallowed the bile that came into my mouth. 

I had spotted a potential target who brandished the all too relaxed look of someone who had just inhaled spice. 

I sauntered up to him with a smile and huge eyes, “Hey handsome, you look happy.”

The blue creature of a man snorted, but was obviously amused. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him, his cronies chuckling behind him. 

“You wanna be happy too?” He replied in a whisper into my ear, his rancid breath almost breaking my facade.

I played back, nodding my head ‘yes’ and letting him drag me to a small, dark, secluded corner of the bar where we wouldn’t be seen. I watched as he dragged a hookah pipe closer to him and filled it with the bright red dust, then pulling on it himself first before tilting the tip towards me. 

I acted shy, making myself blush I’d be lying if it wasn’t mando I was thinking about in order to make myself blush on cue.

Giggling like a school girl I asked, “wait, wait, where’d you get this? I heard some isn’t as good as other” I leaned in, “and I want the best.”

He howled in laughter, “where? Well you haven’t been on this planet long, have you girl?”

I shook my head and pouted... I was so close to the information I needed. 

“Well I bet the spice ring around here would like a pretty little thing like you to run their product to locals... we get everything from just under this bar.” He smirked and grabbed my thigh, caressing it higher. 

That’s all I needed. 

I was about to thank him and leave... that was until I heard a blaster taken off of safety.

My head shot up and my hand instinctively reached for the blaster I had hidden, strapped to my thigh.

/////////////

“Get your hands off of her.” I said in a more vicious than calm tone than I had anticipated.

She looked up in fear until realizing it was me, then she shot me a worried wide eyed glance and shook her head ‘no’ as if to say she had handled it. 

In this moment, I couldn’t possibly care less. I didn’t care about the bounty money, I didn’t care about justice, I didn’t care about spilling this mans blood.... I just cared about her.

“I won’t tell you twice” I said, blaster now pointed to kill.

“Mando...” She whispered as I watched him slide off of her. I never once looked away or removed my blaster from his line of shot.

The creature of a man crouched away with his hands up, mumbling to himself, “jealous boyfriends, hate them...”.

Even from his vile lips, the notion that I was her boyfriend lit a flame in me.  

Once he was gone, she ran up to me, small hands beating on my armored chest. “I had him, you didn’t need to do that” she growled at me, rage in her eyes. 

////////////

“What the hell were you thinking” I half screamed, half whispered,  beating against beskar like a whining child. 

I guess I was whining. He made me feel like I needed his protection... I didn’t. I did this for a lot longer than I had even known him.

All he did was turn his gaze down upon me, watching my temper tantrum. 

When I couldn’t even get so much as a fake apology, I walked away in anger.