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THE BOOK OF BOBA FETT 1.05 • "Return of The Mandalorian"
#ours#by elio#the book of boba fett#tbobf#the mandalorian#swedit#starwarsedit#starwarsfilms#starwarsblr#swsource#tvedit#tbobfedit#themandalorianedit#usernik#usersalty#useraurore#userisaiah#underbetelgeuse#userfanna#usershale#usertina#tusermalina#userbarrow#userhella#tuserlou#userallisyn#tusertha#userzo#usersnat#usermandie
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What do I think would get Han Solo, bounty hunter hater, to fully accept Luke and Din being together? I think back on when Han was released from the carbonite, that bubbly farm boy who was his best friend was pretty much gone. Replaced with the stone faced ever calm Jedi. Sure Luke was still Luke, that fun loving farm boy still shines through the Jedi mask now and then but he’s different than before.
Except when the mandalorian is around. Whenever that guys with Luke that same twinkle in Luke’s eye is back, that same smile that reaches his eyes, that same bubbly laugh he can’t hold back whenever the bounty hunter tells him something even remotely humorous. Han can even see the effect Luke has on Mando, the cold brick wall that crumbles every time Luke steps into the room. They’re disgustingly sweet and way too obvious, but if anyone can break his friend’s mask, bring Luke Skywalker back to himself, they’re alright in Han’s book
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The Mandalorian: A show about an old man who finds a force-sensitive child
Skeleton Crew: A show about children who find a force-sensitive Old man.
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My mood this holiday season
#lounging #the look of a man who finally gets to rest
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I have missed drawing Boba so much, so thank you Anon for asking for this in particular! I hope you're around to see it after so long since you asked for it. I also hope that you like it :)
Polyamorous/platonic poses for sketching (I will complete the requests I've gotten, I am just taking a while apparently, sorry ^^;)
and the other drawings I’ve made for them
#poly sketches#my art#bobadinluke#boba fett#luke skywalker#din djarin#the mandalorian#the mandalorian fanart#tbobf fanart#star wars fanart#I've drawn clones most of the time this year which has been a little bad for my visual lilbrary#but I still missed drawing Boba in particular okay I really did#I'd spent the most time on him in this whole drawing XD#Din also used to have a flesh and squish face in the initial sketch but.... I figured I'd rather let him keep his helmet on#the last mando triad is almost done too#I just didn't have a steady enough hand to line it yet ^^;
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#star wars#sw memes#the clone wars#the mandalorian#the bad batch#obi wan kenobi#obi wan kenobi series#tales of the jedi#ahsoka tano#caleb dume#kanan jarrus#revenge of the sith#jedi fallen order
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Some sketch with them 🩶
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Mallory… 🫢
This is incredible! 🤩🤩
Love the little simple but so full life they build together, the immense love they share, how they care for each other…🥹
And I absolute adore how Din is so supportive of her and her job… 😍 How he helps her, first behind the scene and then being the co-star.. and what a co-star I dare say! 😮😮
They are so incredibly hot and the smut was absolutely amazing! 🔥🥵🔥
Thank you for sharing! ✨💙✨
Fifteen Months
Din Djarin x Cam Girl Reader AU
Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: You've known and loved Din for Fifteen Months. Here's a glimpse into your life with him. Warnings: Smut, unprotected p in v sex , oral (m and f receiving), fingering, voyeurism, fucking on camera, cum eating, lap dance, sex work, din carries you, duck pond emotions, a spray painted mandalorian helmet, goats!, farm life. Words: 8,700
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—-
“Morning,” a rumbly voice says against your forehead with a kiss. “We have two new kids.”
Your eyes open wide, your heart leaping with excitement as you jump out of bed quickly. Din hastily backs away with a grin on his face.
“She had them?!” you ask as you pull on a pair of pants and grab your robe.
“She did. She’s doing good,” he says, smiling at your excitement. “The babies are healthy and happy, already nursing and everything.”
You run down the steps, Grogu at your feet. Boba’s waiting at the front door, standing guard, his tail wagging in greeting when he sees you.
Din leans over and kisses you as you throw your jacket on and step into your boots.
“Oh, good morning, by the way,” you chuckle as you throw the door open and feel the early morning chill of spring in the air.
You wrap your jacket tighter around you, your boots squishing in the dewy grass as you follow Din to the little shelter on the side of the main goat pin.
Dorothy looks up at the sound of the gate creaking. Your favorite goat looks peaceful as her two new babies are cuddled close to her.
“Hi, sweet girl,” you coo, softly stepping towards her before kneeling down to pet her head. “Look at your babies. They’re perfect.”
“Were you up all night with her?” you turn and ask Din.
“Just about,” he yawns.
“You could have come and got me,” you say, rising and dusting the straw off your knees.
“I wanted you to get some sleep,” he replies, his eyes heavy with fatigue but a little brightness, too. “Besides, I wanted to surprise you.”
Din steps closer, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you back against him.
“They’re so perfect,” you muse, watching the little kids stand on wobbly legs and find their footing in the new world.
“They are,” he admires, tightening his hold. “Cobb’s on his way. He’s going to take care of everything since I was up all night.”
—-
As the weeks turned to months together, the long-distance from Din almost became unbearable, it kept getting harder and harder to leave Din and his farm every time you’d visit him.
So, you sold the townhouse you had worked hard to pay for on your own and moved across the country to live with Din. The idea of being separated any longer had become too much to bear, so you left behind all that was familiar to be with him.
That was five months ago. Dorothy, your favorite goat, started showing signs of her pregnancy only a couple of weeks after you moved in.
Wicket the rooster's crow is now your alarm clock, waking you up every morning in Din's arms, his handsome face only inches away. It’s hard to pull yourself away from his warm arms and soft lips, but the farm chores are waiting for both of you.
Together, you tend to the herd, milking the nannies and bottle-feeding the playful kids who frolic in the pasture. Din's gentle patience for you and all of his animals never fails to fill your heart with love.
During the afternoons, while Din takes care of the farm repairs and building projects, you tend to the garden–your hands buried in the rich soil as you plant and nurture fruits and vegetables that will eventually grace your table.
Evenings are spent in cozy domesticity with Din and your dogs, curling up next to him on the porch swing to watch the sunset paint the sky as Din’s fingers caress your skin.
At night, after all the chores are done, you still do your webcam shows, but no longer for private customers–a decision you made on your own once you left Din’s home the first time.
Din always helps you set up the equipment and watches off-camera, his heated gaze watching your every move.
You’ve embraced Din, his farm, and his life—much like he embraced you and your choice of career. You could never imagine your life without him. This life, with its simplicity and authenticity, is everything you never knew you needed, a blissful escape from the hectic pace and superficial trappings of your old life.
And you couldn't be more grateful for it all.
—-
“Din,” you whisper in his ear and leave a kiss against his cheek. “Cobb just left. It’s almost time for my show.”
Big brown eyes blink open, a smile lights his tired face.
“Hey,” he yawns. “Can’t believe I slept that long.” His hand reaches out and grabs your hip, pulling you into bed with him. His stubble scrapes against your skin as he rolls you onto your back and kisses you. His hands run along your body, slipping under your shirt to caress your soft skin. You melt into his touch, fingers tangling in his messy curls, and you sigh against his lips.
He trails kisses along your jaw down to your neck, his tongue tracing lazy patterns on your skin. You can’t resist him, arching into him, your legs wrapping around his hips to pull him closer. His broad body covers you like a warm blanket.
His hand slides lower, hooking into the waistband of your pants. Just as he starts to tug them down, you very reluctantly break the kiss.
“Hold up,” you pant, struggling to catch your breath. “Ugh, the show…”
He groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I knooow,” he grumbles.
You laugh softly, soothingly running your fingers through his hair. “Want to help me tonight?”
He lifts his head, an eager and mischievous glint in his eyes. “I do.”
“You want to pick what I wear?”
Without a word, he rolls off you and strides over to the dresser, rifling through your collection of lingerie. After a moment of deliberation with his eyes studying two different bodysuits, he puts them away and grabs the same blush pink lingerie you wore the first night he and you slept together.
“Really?” you arch up an eyebrow. “That one?”
“Call me sentimental,” he smirks. Tossing you the soft, silk outfit. “Put it on pretty girl.”
“Sentimental, huh?” You grin as you shed your clothes, Din’s eyes darkening as he follows your every move.
The silk slides over your skin as you remember the first night you stayed with Din - the nerves, his declaration of love, the tenderness of his touch, and the realization that he meant everything to you.
You smooth your hands over the fabric, straightening the straps and admiring how it fits.
“Beautiful,” he whispers.
You heat under his intense gaze. “Come on, we need to set up,” you say, grabbing his hand and leading him to your studio.
—-
You’ve noticed a change in Din since you moved in with him. He’s no longer the solitary man—quiet, reserved, and focused solely on his work. As your love blossomed and you grew closer, he began smiling more readily and laughing more freely, his eyes always sparkling at the sight of you.
He used to be guarded—even a bit gruff—but soon, you saw beneath that exterior, sensing a tender heart. Now, you see that tender heart every day. The way he gently cradles a newborn kid in his strong hands. The way he kneels down on the floor to pet and hug his dogs every morning. The way he always makes your tea the exact way you like it every evening.
He’s actually playful, sometimes chasing you across the house before capturing you and ‘attacking you’ with his mouth, or dipping you for a kiss in the middle of the kitchen.
Sometimes he’ll surprise you while you’re outside hanging laundry, sneaking up and wrapping his arms around your waist before gently tackling you onto the grass. His strong arms enveloping you as he pins you beneath him, his eyes twinkling with love.
“Caught you,” he rumbles before pressing his lips to yours.
You love seeing him like this, happy and carefree. He was once your customer in a dark box, just a curious stranger, and now he’s everything to you.
—-
You check the lighting and adjust the camera tripod while Din settles into his usual spot just out of frame, putting on a pair of headphones, close enough to be heard but not seen.
You take your familiar position on the bed, knees bent to your side, with one hand supporting your weight as you lean back. As you pout your lips and adjust the strap on your top, you nod at Din, signaling that you're good to start.
“Ready?” he asks, his finger hovering over the button to start the stream.
Taking a deep breath, you slip into your online persona. “Ready.”
The red light blinks on and you smile at the camera. “Hi everyone, thanks for joining me tonight…”
As you interact with your audience, you can feel Din’s eyes on you. You steal glances at him between poses, noticing how his breathing quickens whenever you arch your back or run your hands along your thighs.
“What should I do next?” Your question is directed at your viewers and yet you know Din can tell you’re asking him.
He grins, lifting his hand into view, his finger curling in a beckoning motion.
“Yeah? You want me closer?” you purr. The chat explodes with messages of excitement.
You lean forward and crawl slowly towards the camera, risking a glance at Din, sitting in his chair shrouded in darkness, his brown eyes turning almost black when you wink at him.
Your hands trail sensually over the silk fabric of your tank top. “What should I take off first?” you ask temptingly.
“The top,” Din’s voice rumbles from off-camera. “Slowly.”
A shiver flows through your body at Din’s voice, this is the first time he’s ever spoken while you’re performing. You reach for the buttons on your shirt, teasingly undoing them one by one. The silk falling open to reveal your bare skin underneath.
The chat goes wild.
“Like this?” you ask, shrugging the garment off your shoulders and letting it fall to the mattress.
“Perfect,” he growls. You can see him palming himself through his sweatpants out of the corner of your eye.
You bite your lip, fighting every urge inside you to look directly at Din. The camera and your customers demand your attention, but you can only feel his eyes on you.
“What next?” you ask breathily.
Din’s voice husks through the air. “Touch yourself,” he commands in a low tone. “Slowly.”
Your hands slide down your body, tracing delicate patterns across your stomach before dipping lower. The silk of your shorts feels smooth against your hand as you tease and rub yourself through the fabric.
“Feels so good, when your hands are all over me,” you moan into the camera. “Feel how wet you make me? I’m so fucking soaked for you baby.”
Din grunts from the darkness as you arch your back and press your breasts together.
“Should I take these off?” you ask, pushing down the waistband of your shorts.
The chat dings with responses, but you wait for Din’s command.
“Yes,” breathes out from his lips.
You slide the shorts down inch by inch and toss them playfully towards Din’s direction before spreading your legs wide, your hand slipping between them, stroking yourself slowly. You moan as you work your fingers in small circles, your hips rocking against your hand.
You hear Din’s breathing grow heavier.
“Mm, it feels so good,” you purr. “But chat… do you think I should have some help?”
He leans forward, his brows rising in surprise. You’ve never asked Din to join in your cam sessions before, but seeing him in the background, watching you every time has become too much. You want him to be a part of it now.
Your audience sends a wave of thumbs ups and enthusiastic messages.
“Baby,” you say breathlessly, “come here.”
He hesitates for a moment before standing up and moving to the side of the bed, just out of frame. His brown eyes are wide with surprise and desire as he reaches his hand out towards you. The chat goes wild as his hand comes into view on camera, trailing up your leg.
His touch is warm and reverent as his fingertips finally brush against your wet folds. “That’s it, touch me,” you moan, relishing in the feel of Din as your customers watch.
His fingers explore you slowly, spreading your wetness and tracing lazy, soft circles around your clit. You lock eyes with him as he slips a finger inside you, momentarily forgetting about the hundreds of viewers on the monitor.
Din nods his head towards the screen, reminding you that you’re at work. You look back at the camera, as Din slowly fucks you with his thick finger.
“Fuck, you feel so good inside me,” you pant for your viewers, losing yourself in Din’s touch. His thumb finds your clit, brushing softly against it. “Just like that.”
He smirks as he watches you unravel beneath his touch. Your back arching as you push your breasts together and tug at your nipples.
“More,” you gasp between moans, your body beginning to tremble as the chat goes crazy watching you lose yourself under Din’s touch.
He responds immediately, adding another finger and stretching you. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he says, his voice thick with lust.
Your hips lift to meet his hand, seeking more pressure, grinding your pussy against his palm. "Talk to me baby, they want to hear you talk to me,” you beg.
His brows furrow in thought, his thumb brushing circles against your clit while his fingers fuck you deeper. “Let it go baby. You’re gorgeous, you like my fingers?”
“Yes, god yes,” you moan as his hand worships your cunt.
“Cum for me baby, show them how I can make you cum.”
“Oh god,” you cry out, your head falling back onto the mattress as you surrender to his touch, breathing hard as your hips cant against him. “I want you,” you beg, leaving the thoughts of your hundreds of viewers behind.
“I’ll give you what you want soon enough,” he promises. “Keep going for them.”
The pressure is building within you, your heart racing and when Din angles his fingers up, that familiar heat pools in your core, every nerve ending dancing and tingling across you.
“Gonna—” you whimper.
“Just a little longer,” he urges, his voice low. “I want them to see how much I love making you feel this way.”
You nod, breathless, your body set alight. You can hear the distant sound of notifications and gifts pinging from the chat, but all you can focus on is Din and his thick fingers.
"I'm so close," you gasp as his thumb presses firmly against your clit. He quickens his pace, fingers moving faster and deeper until your body can't take it anymore.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Cum. Cum for them.”
Din pilots you closer to your peak. Your thighs quaking around his hand, your cunt clenching his fingers as your body begins its ascent towards bliss.
“Oh god,” you moan.
“Cum for me baby,” he growls. “Let go.”
The world explodes around you, stars floating through your eyes as your entire body convulses. Your breath hitching, the world narrowing to just you and Din as you orgasm, gone are your viewers, gone are the dings from the speakers.
“That’s it baby,” he coos. “Look at how fucking beautiful you are. You’re so fucking gorgeous when you cum.”
Your body trembles in the aftershocks as he brings his soaked fingers to his lips, eagerly tasting you. Only you can see how his eyes close in pleasure as he licks his fingers clean.
“You did so good for me—and them,” he praises, his own breathing ragged as he pulls down his sweatpants.
"Thanks for tuning in chat, now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go get fucked by my helper,” you say winking before clicking the DISCONNECT button.
Din pounces on you, pinning you to the bed with his muscular body. "Be careful!" you yell. “The equipment!”
Din grins widely as he kisses you. “Don’t worry about the equipment, I’ll set it back up later,” he growls against your lips. “Right now, I’m going to take care of you.”
With one smooth motion, he flips you over onto your stomach. You gasp in surprise as his strong hands grip your hips, pulling you up onto your hands and knees.
He kneels behind you, his hardness pressing against the cleft of your ass. You moan and push back against him, wanting to feel more of him. He chuckles at your eagerness and gives your ass a playful smack that makes you yelp.
“Guess you liked helping me?” you breathily ask.
“I did,” he runs his hand down your spine. “You want my help again?”
“Always,” you breathe, arching your back to present yourself to him.
He groans at the sight of your glistening pussy, swollen with desire for only him. He leans down, placing a tender kiss at the base of your spine. “Look at you, all ready for me, pretty girl.”
His strong thighs brush against yours as he lines himself up with your aching cunt. The broad head of his cock teases your folds as he coats himself in your slick. You moan and push your hips back as you try to take him in.
His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as your pussy accepts him into your tight heat inch by inch.
He sheathes himself fully inside you, filling and completing you. A low groan rumbles from DIn’s chest as he bottoms out inside you, his hips flush against your ass. “You feel incredible,” he rasps, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips.
“I’m yours."
“Yeah? You’re mine? This tight, wet pussy is all for me?” He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back as he nuzzles into your neck. His stubble scrapes across the sensitive skin. “Mine,” he hisses possessively. “My beautiful girl.”
He fucks into you faster and harder, the bed you use to touch yourself for your customers now creaking and thudding against the wall from Din’s power. You fist your hands in the sheets, holding on as Din pounds into you. You feel another orgasm in your orbit, the stars beginning to show behind your eyes.
“I’m close,” you whimper. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” Din pants. “I’ll never stop loving you, taking care of you, making you feel this good…”
His words makes your orgasm rocket through you, your pussy clenching rhythmically around Din’s cock as you see a galaxy across your eyelids.
Din keeps thrusting, grunting with exertion as he fucks your soaked cunt, chasing his own release.
“Fill me with your cum,” you urge breathlessly.
“Fuck, I love you. I’m gonna—” his hips stutter and with a deep thrust, he buries himself inside you. A warrior’s moan tears from his throat as his cock pulses, painting your walls with his cum.
Your arms give out, and you collapse onto the bed, Din follows you, lying down next to you. The two of you lay together, panting for air, a tangle of sweaty and sated limbs. Din wraps his arms around you, pulling you close against his heaving chest. You nuzzle into his neck, planting soft kisses along his jaw.
"That was amazing," you murmur. "Having you with me on camera like that. God, it was so hot."
"Mm, it was," he agrees, his voice a low rumble.
"Maybe we should make it a regular thing. I'm sure my viewers would love it."
“As long as I don’t have to show my face, I’d love nothing more. I love watching you, but being able to touch you in front of your audience. I can’t believe I used to be one of your customers.”
You chuckle softly, snuggling closer against him. "And now look at us. I know way more about goats than I ever thought possible and you know way more about live streaming sex shows than you ever thought possible.”
He laughs and tilts his head down to leave a kiss against your forehead. “I never imagined I could be this happy. This farm feels like a real home now, with you here.”
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
—-
As the warm, late spring weather rolls in, your days on the farm become even busier. The goat kids are growing bigger and braver, exploring more of their surroundings each day. Your nights are spent performing shows for your many viewers, the addition of Din’s hands and voice have driven you watcher views up. You both notice more gifts and chat messages from female viewers, it empowers the two of you to put on even more of a show for them. With a bit of ingenuity and a can of silver spray paint, you’ve come up with the perfect solution for him to not show his face.
Din sits in his office, going over invoices and the calendar as you saunter in wearing one of your favorite dresses.
"Din," you catch his attention.
He turns in his chair, an adoring smile lighting slowly spreads across his lips. "Yeah baby?"
“I thought of a solution for you to not show your face,” you say with a small smile. “Close your eyes.”
He tilts his head and raises an eyebrow, giving you a curious look before he obeys and shuts his eyes.
You quickly open the closet and pull out the surprise, placing it in his hands.
“Okay, open now.”
He opens his eyes to find a silver helmet in his hands.
“So, that one dude you like from that space movie? I ordered one of his helmets…”
He admires it, turning it in his hand.
“The bounty hunter “ he muses quietly. "My favorite."
“I was worried about copyright soooo I painted it silver instead. But this way… you can be on camera with me without anyone seeing your face.”
His dark brown eyes look up at you, a wicked smile spreading across his lips.
“Put it on Din.”
His handsome face is slowly covered by the silver helmet.
“It even modulates your voice a bit…”
Din sits clad in his black sweat pants and black t shirt now with the silver helmet atop his head, making him look even larger and more intimidating. His shoulders sit higher, giving off an aura of power and dominance.
“How’s it feel?” you ask, staring at your bounty hunter disguised boyfriend.
“Good, just fine” his voice comes out different from the speaker. A little more tinny, crinkling with feedback—just like how you first heard him through your computer speakers. You’re ridiculously turned on by it.
“You look… good," you admire. “Really good baby.”
His posture shifts as he leans back, resembling a king with the helmet on… like it was made for him.
"Then, come show me how good I look, pretty girl."
You saunter over and kneel down in front of him, placing your hands on his knees slowly sliding them up his strong thighs as you look up at the expressionless helmet. Your heart races, imagining his eyes watching you behind the visor.
“Is this what you want?” you ask, fingertips grazing the growing bulge in his sweatpants.
“You know exactly what I want,” Din’s modulated voice responds, sending goosebumps across your skin.
You lean forward, nuzzling your face and placing a kiss against the softness of his inner thigh. Your hands move to the waistband of his pants. “May I?,” you ask, tugging gently. He lifts his hips, helping you slide them down.
His cock springs free. Your hands wrap around the base before you give it a firm stroke as you look up at the helmet.
“I love how you look in this,” you muse, before leaning into give the tip of it a kiss. “My bounty hunter.”
The sound of Din’s breath hitching is distorted through the helmet’s speaker. Slowly, you take him into your mouth, savoring the familiar taste of him on your tongue.
You hum around his cock at his praise, taking him deeper into your mouth. You know exactly how he looks under the helmet now. No longer your black square mystery. You can picture his eyes squeezed shut, his bottom lip captured in his teeth, the middle of his eyebrows creased in pleasure.
“Fuck,” he grunts. The modulator gives his voice an extra edge, an extra growl.
Your tongue swirls around his sensitive head already leaking for you, imparting the bitter, salty taste of him against your lips.
“Look at me,” he softly commands.
Your gaze lifts to meet the dark visor of the helmet, imagining the deep brown eyes behind it.
“That’s my pretty girl,” you can hear the smile in his voice.
Your cheeks hollow as you suck him harder, his hips softly thrusting into your mouth.
“So good,” his voice crackles through the speaker. “Always so good to me.”
You take him deeper, choking on the length of him as you relax your throat. His breathing grows heavier, punctuated by grunts of pleasure and your name.
“Hold on, hold on,” Din says suddenly, gently pulling you off him. “Come here baby.”
He helps you rise to your feet, before pulling you onto his lap, your chest meets his. His strong arms wrap around you.
You straddle his lap, the heft of his hard cock presses against you through the thin fabric of your panties. His hands roam across your body, caressing you with reverence and adoration. The cool metal of his helmet brushes against your cheek as he leans in close to you.
“I want to feel you,” Din’s modulated voice rumbles through you.
You nod, lifting your hips as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down in a swift motion and tossing them aside.
A gasp leaves your lips as you sink down on him. You begin to move on him, rolling your hips in steady waves. Your hands grab his broad shoulders, relishing in the warmth of his body.
His voice comes low and husky through the helmet. “Take what you want pretty girl.”
“You feel so good,” you moan. “So big inside me. Just perfect baby.”
Din’s hips thrust up to meet you, his cock hitting deeper inside you.
“Din,” you moan, resting your forehead against the cool metal of his helmet. The rapid beat of his heart thuds against your hands when you place them on his chest. Pulling back, you look into the helmet, unable to see his face, but knowing the exact intense look of concentration he always has when he’s close.
He slides his hand between your bodies, and finds your clit, swirling it in sweet circles against it. A gasp escapes your lips and you smile at the pleasure coursing through you. Your hips instinctively buck against his hand, craving more of him. The pressure builds as his thick cock and skilled finger make you move more frantic. Your hands move up his neck to grip the base of his helmet.
“I…want to kiss you,” you whimper as you lift the helmet, exposing his handsome face.
The sweat across his dewy skin makes it glow even more golden. His plush lips are slightly parted as he looks at you with his big brown eyes. Leaning in to kiss him, the helmet slips from your hand and lands on the floor with a thud.
God, you’ve missed seeing him. Your fingers tangle into the soft, dark curls of his hair as you lean forward. “I love you,” you breathe out against his chin, kissing your way down to his neck, licking the slight salt of his sweat and tasting him.
Din's thumb increases its pressure on your clit as he thrusts up harder into you. "I love you, so much," he pants, his voice rumbling against you with desire and adoration.
Your core tightens, the familiar tingle that only Din can give you washes over your body. You trail your tongue up to his mouth and kiss him hungrily.
"Din," you gasp, breaking the kiss as your orgasm lights through your body. Shuddering in his arms, clenching around his thick cock. You lean back, letting him fuck into your slickness as your muscles grow loose.
With a guttural groan, he thrusts his hips against you, his movements stuttering as he follows you over the edge. His thick cock pulsing inside of your walls as he cums. You feel his warm breath on your neck as he buries his face in the crook of it.
For a moment, you both stay still, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms and trying to catching your breath. Din's hand runs soothingly up and down your back as you come down from your high.
"You're incredible," he murmurs, voice thick with reverence and awe. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."
"I'm the lucky one," you whisper back, reaching up to cup his jaw. "You've given me everything I never knew I needed.”
“Maybe I should wear the helmet—for your next show?” he asks, his eyebrow tilting up.
“I think you should,” you smile, guiding his face down to yours, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss. “I’ll let the fans know to expect something different.”
—-
As the weeks pass, you notice Din spending more evenings out in the old barn on the edge of the property. He always kisses you sweetly before heading out, promising he won't be long. But the hours stretch on, and on some nights, he’s out there long past bedtime.
Curiosity gnaws at you, but you respect his wishes to let his trips to the barn remain a mystery.
One night, as you’re sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea and splitting corn bread with Grogu, Din returns through the back door with Boba happily trotting behind him.
“Welcome home,” you wink, standing to pour him a cup of tea.
“Mm,” he hums happily.
“Am I ever going to find out what you’re doing out there?”
“You’ll see soon enough, pretty girl,” he assures with a dimple deepening grin.
He steps behind you wrapping his arms around your waist as you pour him a cup. He nuzzles into your neck peppering your skin with soft kisses.
“Be careful,” you order, “the tea is hot.”
“Mm,” he tugs on your shoulder, turning you to face him. “I no longer want the tea.”
He grabs your ass, lifting you up into his hold. Your surprised yelp echoes through the room as you quickly wrap your legs around his waist for support.
“Din! What are you doing?” you giggle breathlessly.
He strides to the kitchen island, carrying you in his arms like a prized bounty and places you atop the cool butcher block.
“I want a taste of you,” he grins roguishly. His large hands skim up your thighs, bunching up the fabric of your dress.
“Oh god,” you roll your eyes. “You’re ridic—”
Your breath hitches as his hand reaches the apex of your thighs.
“No panties, huh? Were you waiting for me, pretty girl?” he asks, his finger tracing lightly along your bare skin, finding you already wet for him.
“Always,” you breathe.
He sinks to his knees before you, spreading your thighs wide and hooking your legs over his broad shoulders. His stubble scratches against your inner thighs as he nuzzles closer to your core. The cool wood and his warm touch sends a shiver through your body.
You gasp at the first touch of his tongue against your sensitive clit. He works his way around it with slow, deliberate licks and kisses, gently sucking and pulsing his tongue.
You moan loudly, tangling your fingers into his dark hair. He hums with appreciation against your skin as you pull the soft waves, urging him on. He laps at your arousal, drinking down the wetness you spill for him.
You press yourself harder against his eager mouth, he devours you, his thick tongue delving in and out of your eager cunt.
“Fuck,” you whimper. “Oh my god.”
Your muscles begin to tense, your thighs begin to quake. Din’s tongue works tirelessly again your cunt.
“Close,” you gasp, your hips rolling against his face.
He groans as his tongue journeys up to your clit before flicking it rapidly against you. Two of his fingers slide into you, the stretch of them and the slow drag in which he pulls them in and out of you transports your orgasm higher. The familiar galaxy of stars Din always brings you twinkle behind your eyelids as you pulse against his fingers and tongue.
You fall apart atop the cool wood, with Din’s hot mouth against you working you through your orgasm, lapping up every drop you give him.
Your fingers comb through his soft hair, massaging his scalp with affection as he places soft kisses along your thighs.
“My tea’s probably cold by now.” he says, rising from between your legs and giving you a kiss. “Guess we should just take this to bed, huh?”
You chuckle breathlessly. “It’ll be a hell of a lot softer on my back than the countertop I can vegetables on.”
A wide smile spreads across his face as he lifts you up into his arms and carries you upstairs.
—-
“Ready for this?” You ask, holding the helmet out to him.
“I am,” he nods.
“I love you.”
He leans in, giving you a kiss before raising the helmet up to his head. “I love you too.”
Din sits on the chair, clad in his new helmet and his black sweatpants, his muscular, golden chest on full display for you, and soon, your viewers.
You hit the link to your show’s room. Your mouth drops at the amount of viewers waiting.
“Holy shit,” you gasp. “We have over 2,000 viewers.”
A rumbling hmph leaves the helmet.
“It’s just you and me,” you remind him.
“Hit connect baby,” he says, sitting up straighter and folding his arms across his chest.
You do as he says and hit connect. Hiding your nervousness and shock behind a sultry smile.
“Hi everyone,” you purr. “I see a lot of new faces here tonight. I guess word got around about my new costar.”
You sway your hips slowly and teasingly, the messages of your viewers illuminating the contours of your body as you let the anticipation build. Din watches intently, his helmeted head tilted slightly.
“Tonight,” you say, before glancing back to Din, “you’re going to watch me fuck my boyfriend.”
The chat explodes, gifts and tips fill the sidebar. Turns out, there is a market for this.
You turn away, stepping closer to Din, each movement slow and sensual as you dance across the room. You can see his breath hitch behind the visor as he takes in every inch of your body and each roll of your hips.
His face is totally concealed by his helmet, and yet you feel his eyes stalking you as you dance for him and your viewers.
Bending over, you plant your hands atop his thick thighs, gripping them and staring into the visor as you give him a wink and mouth “I love you.” His body tenses as he keeps his arms folded across his chest.
You turn your back to him, giving him a full view of your ass barely covered in the silver fabric of the thong he picked out specifically for tonight. You begin to move in rhythm with the music softly playing in the background, gliding your hands along the soft skin of your thighs. You turn slightly to look over your shoulder at him as your hands travel up to your silver bra unclasping it and baring your chest to the camera.
The speaker on the headset amplifies his breathing, reminding you of the first night you talked to him. Deep, steady breaths, sometimes a small grunt, maybe a light whimper.
You dance along to the song, dipping low before popping up with a twist of your hips, your hands charting a path across your skin, pinching and pulling your nipples before dipping down to the shiny straps of your thong. The snap of the fabric against your hip stings when you give it a playful tug then let it go.
"I’m soaked for you,” you moan, running your hand across the wet seam of your thong.
Turning to face him, your lips curl into a teasing smirk at the sight of him. The silver helmet may conceal his face, but his body's response to your dance is evident. His chest rises and falls in sync with his deep breaths, his arms now uncrossed and resting on his thighs as his hands grip tightly.
Slowly, you slink over to him and straddle his lap., reveling in the power you holder over him with your movements. Your hands land on his broad shoulders as you grind against the hardness straining against his black sweatpants.
“You like what you see, baby?” you purr, loud enough for the mic to pick up.
“Always,” his modulated voice rumbles.
You rock your hips, rubbing yourself against his bulge. Soft gasps and moans spill from your lips, your head falling back in pleasure.
“Do you want me to keep dancing for you?” you ask, swirling your hips.
“Yes,” he hisses.
“No touching,” you kiss the cool metal of his helmet. “Okay?”
The helmet tilts when he nods an affirmative.
Sliding off Din's lap, your fingers run along his chest as you rise. With a sultry smirk, you turn and sway your hips as you walk a few steps away from him. The beat of the music pulses through the room as you begin to dance.
Your hands glide over your body, fingers trailing across your skin as you arch your back and roll your hips.
Slowly, you turn to face him, his helmet is tilted as he watches intently.
When you reach him, you place your hands on his wide shoulders and lean in close. "Eyes on me, bounty hunter,” you whisper, your breath fans across the cool metal of his helmet.
Straddling his lap once more, you begin to grind against him in rhythm with the music. Your hips roll and swivel, creating delicious friction between you. Din's hands clench and unclench at his sides, fighting against the urge to touch you.
“Remember," you purr, "no touching."
A groan crackles through the helmet's speaker. You grin, knowing exactly how much he wants to touch you.
Rolling your body on top of him, your breasts graze against his chest before you lean back, your fingers tracing the curve of your breasts and down your stomach to the waistband of your thong.
Din's breathing grows heavier, the sound crackling through the helmet's speaker.
You rise off of him and turn to face the camera, your fingers hooking into the waistband of your thong, teasing at the thin silver fabric. You lock eyes with the camera as you slowly peel the garment down, revealing your soaked cunt to your viewers.
Facing Din again, you lower yourself to all fours and crawl to him. Your hands gliding up his thighs as you rise, nuzzling your face against the tent of his pants before pressing your body against his. You can feel the heat radiating off him and the tension in his muscles as he fights not to touch you.
Turning around, you lower yourself onto his lap, your back to his chest. Your ass grinds against his hardness, feeling it strain against his sweatpants.
You’re aching and wet for him, each light whimper from his headset pools even more wetness between your legs.
“Go ahead and touch me baby,” you moan.
Din's hands immediately grasp your hips, pulling you firmly against him. His hands roam your body, one sliding up to cup your breast while the other dips between your thighs. You gasp as his fingers find your clit, circling it slowly.
“Feel how wet I am for you baby?” you moan.
A muffled groan escapes the helmet's speaker, Din’s fingers exploring your slick.
You roll your hips against his hand seeking more of his touch.
“You want me to fuck him, chat?”
A splurge of thumbs ups and resounding yeses fill your screen.
You rise off Din's lap and turn to face him, hands gliding down his muscular chest to the waistband of his sweatpants. Slowly, teasingly, you tug them down, freeing his hard cock, his tip thick and glistening with precum. There’s something about sharing Din’s gorgeous cock with thousands of your viewers. One of the first glimpses you ever got of him was his golden toned cock, and now, here in the home you share, you’re sharing it with the world.
"Look how hard you make him, chat," you purr, wrapping your hand around his length and giving it a slow stroke. Din's hips twitch at your touch, a hiss of breath crackling through the helmet's speaker. You smile at him, proud of his bravery and enthusiasm for your job.
You straddle his lap, the tip of his cock nudging against your soaked entrance.
Bracing your hands on his broad shoulders, you take all of him in when you settle on his cock. His hands slide around to grip your ass, as you begin to move on top of him.
The stinging stretch of him inside you feels so familiar, and yet everything is different now. Now, thousands of people are watching you take his cock as he stays concealed behind the shiny, silver mask.
You grin down at Din’s exposed chest under the helmet before leaning down and taking his nipple into your mouth, sucking on it hard. If you can’t kiss his lips, you’ll kiss his body.
Din’s hips jerk forward, his cock hitting deeper against your tightness.
You lick your way up his body and kiss the metal of his helmet. "This isn't fair," you breathe out against it, "you look so fucking hot."
Din growls into the speaker, his voice modulated and deep as his hands slide up your sides possessively.
“Face them, show them how you take my cock.”
You moan loudly, at his words, quickly turning in his hold and sinking back down on him, taking all of his thick cock.
Your back presses against his broad chest, his hands wrapping around to cup your breasts and pinch your nipples.
"Ride me just like that, pretty girl," he rumbles. "Take what you need."
Din’s hands roam over your body, strong and calloused against your soft skin. His fingers find your clit, rubbing and flicking it just the way he knows you love it.
Din growls again, his hips snapping up to meet yours with force. You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you as you reach behind him and grip onto his thick thighs for support as you ride him.
You can see the comments flooding in on your screen, filled with praises.
"I'm close baby, so close," you whimper, arching your back against his broad chest. The cool metal of his helmet presses against your shoulder.
"Cum for me," Din commands. The rumble from his speaker transports you right back to the nights you used to spend together, thousands of miles away from each other. Now, you’re here in the home you both share, taking his cock for your audience.
Everything sends you over the edge. You want to shout Din’s name, but you also wish to respect his anonymity... so you decide on a compromise.
“Mando!” you scream as your orgasm bursts through you. His breathing grows more rapid as your walls clench around his thick cock. Your head thuds against the metal of his helmet, your eyes squeezing tight, your lip capturing between your teeth as you you cum for Din—and your audience.
He lets out a groan that crackles through the speakers as he spills himself deep inside you. You collapse back against him, your bodies slick with sweat and chests heaving.
For a moment, you forget about the camera, the viewers, the chat still going wild as you listen to the cadence of Din’s breathing through the helmet’s speakers.
Slowly, still quivering in the aftershocks of your intense orgasm, you rise up from Din's lap. His softening cock slips out of you as you stand on wobbly legs. Turning to face the camera, you give your viewers a sultry smile.
"Look what he did to me," you purr, reaching down to spread yourself open with two fingers. Din's cum begins to drip out of your well-fucked pussy, glistening on your inner thighs. You trail a finger through the slick mess, bringing it to your lips to taste the mixture of you and Din.
The chat explodes with comments and tips, everyone going wild at the sight before them. You can’t look away from the image of Din on the monitor, sitting back in the chair, his broad chest heaving as he catches his breath. He’s naked, his cock laying heavily between his legs, glistening with a mixture of your collective orgasms.
"Mmm, he always fills me up so good," you moan appreciatively, scooping up more of the creamy fluid leaking out of you. You slip your fingers into your mouth, making a show of licking them clean and savoring the taste of Din's release.
Behind you, Din stands. You watch in the monitor as he stalks forward.
The chat window is full of flames, hearts, and messages. Encouragement for the two of you flowing in by your viewers. You smile at the camera as Din comes up behind you, pulling you close against his body and wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Hope you enjoyed everybody! We’ll see you next week.” The silver of Din’s helmet glints in the light when he nods as you shut down the show.
“Holy fuck!” you scream when you see the money from tonight’s show in your account, more than you’ve ever dreamed of earning. You turn around in his hold, lifting the helmet up and giving him a kiss. “Din, the audience loves you.”
—-
The wooden bench with its chipping paint and indentations from years of use overlooking the little pond the ducks gather in is your favorite spot on this earth. Better than the clubhouse in the woods behind your childhood home that you used to call yours as a curious child, better than the sanctuary of a townhome you used to call yours with all of your belongings, better than the bedroom you now share with your boyfriend who you love with all of your heart.
The sun has long gone down, the little lantern hanging on the wooden post swings in the night breeze as the moon sits high and full in the sky.
A warm jacket is placed around your shoulders. It smells of Din.
“Hi,” you turn and smile at him.
He gives you a shy smile and joins you on the bench, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer.
You breathe in the familiar smell of him along with the wet dirt and the dew left on the grass. It smells of home.
He sighs, his fingers against your shoulder tap nervously.
“You alright?” you ask.
He looks at you, deep brown eyes meeting yours and nods with a soft smile.
“I still can’t believe you’re here with me sometimes.”
“I know, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He hums in agreement.
“I think we were destined to be together, like it was somehow written in the stars,” he says, his voice deep and introspective as he gazes up at the twinkling stars above. “I used to dream of being in space and looking down on earth, like I never belonged down here. But now, with you, I feel like… I belong.”
You lean your head against his shoulder and look up to the dark sky painted with stars.
“I couldn’t agree more,” you smile, tracing a constellation with your finger. “These can be our stars.”
Din’s hand gently covers yours, his thick fingers lingers on your ring finger.
“I like those,” he says with a nervous breath. “They’re ours now.”
He pulls away, turning to look you in your eyes, a shy smile deepening his dimple. “Would you stay here with me forever as… my wife?”
Your eyes widen in surprise and tears prick at the corner of your eyes. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” you breathlessly say.
Your breath hitches in your throat and your heart races as he reaches into his jacket, pulling out a beautiful golden ring with delicate stars etched onto it.
“This is what I’ve been working on in the barn all those nights. I made it myself.”
Tears fall down your face as Din takes your left hand and slides the ring on your finger. It fits perfectly, as if it was meant to be there all along.
You stare at the golden band, captivated by how beautiful it looks on your finger. This is where you are meant to be, with him.
“I love you,” you whisper, your voice full of emotion.
“I love you too,” Din replies. “We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all.”
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Fifteen Years Later...
Two quiet giggles awaken you from your sleep.
"It's Christmas! Can we go downstairs?" Bo asks excitedly, bouncing on her feet, her face lit with an excited smile. "I think I heard Santa last night!"
“No you didn’t,” Greef responds, rolling his eyes. “The chimney’s on the other side of the house.”
“Greef, ” Din sternly commands as he rises out of bed. “Be nice.”
“Sorry dad,” Greef apologizes.
You smile sleepily at your children's excitement, stretching as you climb out of bed.
“Come on!” Bo yells as she runs out the door.
"Alright, alright, we're coming," you yawn, quickly pulling on your robe and slippers.
Din wraps his arm around your waist as you make your way downstairs, following the pitter-patter of little feet racing ahead of you.
It was around this time ten years ago that Din sat you down and told you about Greef and Bo, the twin foundlings in need of a family. As a former foundling himself, Din couldn't bear the thought of the twins not having a safe and nurturing home. With tears in your eyes and love in your heart, you both made the decision to become the parents of Greef and Bo. The call to Cobb was made, and what used to be your livestream studio, turned into a nursery.
That first Christmas as a family of four, Din had planted Christmas trees on your farm. Now, one of those trees is sitting proudly in the corner of your living room, covered in twinkling lights and handmade ornaments.
"Look! Santa came!" Bo squeals, pointing at the cookie crumbs.
"Can we open presents now? Please?" Greef asks, barely containing his excitement.
“Hold on, let me get the coffee going,” Din chuckles, heading to the kitchen to turn the coffee maker on.
The kids vibrate with wonderment, taking in all of the brightly wrapped presents underneath the tree.
“Okay, have at them,” Din says, settling onto the couch next to you and pulling you close.
The kids don’t hesitate, diving for the presents. Bo chooses a soft, squishy package while Greef grabs a rectangular box, tearing into the wrapping paper.
"A new stuffed animal!" Bo exclaims, hugging a plush bear to her chest. "I'm gonna name her Chewie."
"Awesome, the new flying game I wanted!" Greef grins, examining the box. “Can we play it later, Dad?”
“We can,” Din nods with a warm smile. "I'm a pretty good pilot if I do say so myself."
You spend the next hour watching the kids open gift after gift, their faces lighting up with each reveal. There are new books, art supplies, clothes, and toys scattered across the floor. Fifteen minutes has turned into fifteen years. A black box of mystery has turned into a house full of love.
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A/N: Thank you *SO* much for reading. I loved writing Din and his cam girl, and I hope you love the glimpse of their future life together.
#whocaresstillthelouvre#din djarin#din djarin x reader#the mandalorian#fanfic writer appreciation post#fic recs
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sw boys x reader (ft. luke skywalker, han solo, anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, poe dameron, din djarin) backtrack: “rewrite the stars”, zac efron + zendaya inspiration: this is part three of my little series (pjo version here and hp version here)
luke skywalker
giving: words of affirmation / acts of service
the problem with luke is that he changes, see. in a new hope he’s bright eyed and bushy tailed. by return of the jedi the poor dude has seen some stuff. in a new hope though, his giving love language is totally words of affirmation. he called leia beautiful, and while it’s kind of weird to think about because they’re, uh, brother and sister, it was still sweet. another love language for luke--in both a new hope and return of the jedi--is definitely acts of service. in episodes four and five, it’d be in a naive, following you around like a lost puppy kind of way. he’d jump at the opportunity to do anything for you, you’re literally his goddess, say the word “water” and he’ll be sprinting to get a glass of it for you. in return of the jedi though, he likes to do things for his partner in a more mature, protective way. he’d place more importance on making sure you’re safe, and he deems himself your protector until his dying breath. a runner up for return of the jedi luke would be quality time. he and his friends have been through war, and he knows how dangerous jedi life is. so he treasures every quiet moment he can have with his loved ones.
receiving: physical touch
LOOK HOW FLUSTERED MY BOY WAS WHEN LEIA KISSED HIM (never mind that it was mildly concerning given they’re siblings!). luke absolutely melts for physical touch, moreso in episodes four and five but in six as well. his face will get bright red, he’ll start stuttering, my man does not hide it well. his friends, especially han, will tease the f-- out of him. he’ll deny it vehemently, but he’d get on his knees for you if you so much as touch his shoulder. he likes every sort of physical touch, it doesn’t have to be kisses. he’ll be bursting with joy even when you’re just linking pinkies during meetings; he’ll be constantly bouncing in his seat and will absolutely not be able to pay attention. also he definitely clings onto you while you’re sleeping like you’re a stuffed animal.
han solo
giving: gift giving
legitimately, I think sometimes when han smuggles physical materials, he’ll pick the best thing and steal it from the cargo and just give it to his partner. han’s not rich, but he wants his partner to have the best things in life, especially since he doesn’t think he can offer much else (except for his dashing good looks, of course). does it sometimes get him in trouble when his bosses notice that the biggest diamond is missing from the cargo? yeah. does he care? nope.
receiving: quality time
han’s constantly on the move with his job. he doesn’t have time to relax, since he’s often looking over his shoulder for bounty hunters. when he has free time, he’d love to play a relaxed game on the falcon with his partner. his favorite is the one with the holograms that c3po and r2d2 play versus chewbacca. he usually doesn’t go all out because he’s usually playing against chewbacca, and they’re good buddies but han doesn’t really want to find out what would happen if he won against the wookiee. but against his partner? oh he’s going all out. he’s not a gentleman. he’ll absolutely obliterate you and laugh about it. it’s kind of charming though.
anakin skywalker
giving: words of affirmation
okay, mister “are you an angel?”. mister “you are so beautiful”. mister “I’m haunted by the kiss you never should have given me”, even though that line was kind of awkward coming from nineteen year old anakin. I don’t know how he can be so terribly unarticulate, but at the same time the most romantic smooth talker in the whole star wars universe. I just know he’ll be showering his partner with all sorts of lovely, poetic compliments. he’s a charmer, he’ll swipe you right off your feet with his words.
receiving: physical touch
like father, like son, I guess. without a doubt, anakin’s also a physical touch guy (partly because I want him to be, but also because I genuinely think so). the poor dude’s had a rough childhood, so he’s starved of love. and most importantly, he’s touch starved. show him some love, please. hugs, kisses, cuddles, holding hands, anything of the sort. he’ll constantly whine if he can’t be physically affectionate with you, even though you both know it’s because you’re trying to keep your relationship a secret. he’s also a big cuddler and would 100% be a hidden little spoon, although he’ll be kind of embarrassed about it. when you put a hand on his cheek, he’ll immediately lean into your touch. also, I just have this thought that he’d love it when you ruffle or play with his hair. please do it. he’ll even bend down so you can reach his hair if there’s a big height difference between you two. but also, I feel like I can’t gloss over the fact that anakin is in serious need of some words of affirmation. he never gets it, even though he’s done so much for the jedi order. please tell him you love him and he’s awesome. he’ll melt.
obi-wan kenobi
giving: acts of service
I mean, do I really have to explain? obi-wan would be the perfect boyfriend. he’s an absolute gentleman. he’d be the best at princess treatment, always making sure you never have to lift a finger. however, some people are not into being babied or taken care of to that extent, and obi-wan knows that. he’d completely respect his partner’s independence and competence to do things for themselves, but he’d love to just take care of his partner as well. mostly, he wants to make sure his partner is protected and safe at all times, similar to return of the jedi luke.
receiving: quality time
obi-wan’s literally dedicated his life to the jedi order. not much is known about his childhood, but it’s safe to assume he started training really young (much younger than nine, at least, since anakin was deemed to be too old at that age, which is ridiculous) and for a really long period of time. he’s been so busy with training anakin and trying to keep up with him that he doesn’t have a lot of time to rest. so when he does have downtime, he’d want to spend it with his partner trying to form a deeper emotional bond. because really, obi-wan would definitely prioritize an emotional connection with his partner, and you can’t really make that happen when you’re fighting for your lives every day. I think he’d want to either change the jedi’s practices or leave the order because he’d want to spend time with his partner and be like an actual family (ahem ahem “had you asked, I would have left the order for you”). although I also think he’s touch starved and would get easily flustered by physical touches.
poe dameron
giving: words of affirmation
poe’s a charismatic guy, kind of a charmer. he’s brash and abrasive when he’s mad, but he’s generally quite the relaxed (as relaxed as you can be when you’re fighting for your life every day, I guess), cheeky guy. you know he has a few good pickup lines in his back pocket. he pulls them out any time he wants to charm someone. half of the time it’s because he’s doing it as a joke, but other times he genuinely tries to be slick with it (heads up, he’s not). something also tells me he’d like giving gifts to his partner too, to spoil them rotten (even though I can’t imagine he has that much money, sorry poe).
receiving: physical touch
why was I kind of at a loss for this one? I guess poe is just pretty touch starved too, it’s not like he has a partner in the movies and he’s under a lot of stress every day with the resistance. I feel like he’d lowkey get migraines or muscle pain pretty often, and he’d literally melt if you gave him a massage. he just likes being close to his partner, although he’d probably let slip a dirty joke every now and then. he’ll definitely tease you if you get flustered about it, but a little slap from you and he’ll shut up.
din djarin
giving: acts of service
acts of service is basically the thing that defines din’s life, lol. he’s catching bounties for people, he’s helping npcs with their side quests (what? who said that?), and just look at how much he cared for grogu and how dedicated he was to the cutie. he literally gave up the dream life with omera for grogu. for his partner, he’d go to the ends of the galaxy. he would risk his life. he’d sacrifice his life. it takes him a while to warm up to people--he’s a slow burn romance trope, don’t even mess with me on that--but once he’s found his soulmate, he’ll give his heart, mind, body, and soul to you. he’s at your service, completely.
receiving: quality time
din’s life is constantly changing. people come and go as he floats through space, taking jobs and completing them. he really appreciates those quiet nights on his ship with his partner. it’s just the two of you floating through space, and he can almost forget his busy life and just focus on you. I think he wishes he could have a slower, peaceful life. look how happy he was with omera on that one planet that I forget the name of. he was literally so tempted to stay, and I think he definitely would have if it weren’t for grogu. similar to obi-wan, though, he’s touch starved, so he’d appreciate a little physical touch every now and then as well. nothing huge, especially in the beginning, but just simple hugs and holding hands in private.
for this post I added in han because I can’t believe I forgot him in my last sw post. this is also unedited because I'm tired and I spent like two hours writing this
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inspired by that one panel of Wayne Family Adventures
Luke crash lands on Mandalore and is taken under the protection of the friendly king.
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Thank you and enjoy the end of 2024!
my new shop <3
#dinluke#star wars#skydalorian#the mandalorian#luke skywalker#luke skywalker x din djarin#din djarin#comics#my art#sw art#hearing that there will be no mando in 2025 either#well...i guess I gotta live up to 2026#itch is sooo ugly but atm the best option for adult art TT_TT#I hate the current climate online. give the freaks a break
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🎁GIFts🎁 Pedro Pascal as Din Djarin in The Mandalorian
for @dilf-din 💕
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@pscentral EVENT 34: FANTASY & SCI-FI THE MANDALORIAN
#pscentral#the mandalorian#themandalorianedit#din djarin#star wars#starwarsedit#swedit#starwarsblr#themandaloriandaily#starwarscolors#usergif#skyshippergifs#*themandalorian#it's been a long time since i've giffed mando#when i was looking for clips i was reminded i haven't watched this in forever!#time for a winter rewatch i think#i really loved seasons one and two
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Cutest in the Galaxy
Star Wars Japan Instagram
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