Thinking about Mando’s reaction to you getting a loth cat while he was gone
mdni 18+
the most important thing to know is that mando didn’t want the cat.
he hardly tolerated the kid, hardly wants to shell out the credits to feed him, and feed you. Never mind himself.
You knew that, you knew better than to ask him for it. Choosing to beg for forgiveness after the fact instead.
It would’ve worked, you swear it would’ve. The cat was locked in the fresher, the kid down for a nap, all you had to do was get to Mando, pull down his pants, and perform out of this system oral.
You didnt hear him come in, strike one. instead, his presence was announced by the clattering a steel pet bowl and the sound of a beskar knee pad hitting the ship floor hard enough to make it vibrate. strike two. you don’t even have enough time to get out of your cot, hardly a chance to explain because all of a sudden he’s there, holding the dented metal in front of your face. You offer him no apologizes, no explanation, not even a shitty lie. No, instead you whisper a meek “surprise?”
Mando hates surprises. strike three.
That’s how you found yourself on your knees, face pressed into the hard floor of the ship while his cock rams into from behind. His hand is on the back of your neck, gloved fingers pressing on either side of your windpipe as he pins you down.
Like an animal, you scramble for purchase on the floor, nails scratching uselessly at doonium beneath you.
He splits you open without mercy, harsh breathes catching in his modulator with every thrust, the only sign he’s as ruined as you are.
“I’m sorry-“ you choke, voice wet and rough as you try to speak. “Please Mando I-“
“You what?” He curses, agitation evident. “Thought you could be cute? Thought because I fuck you, you can get away with anything?”
You gurgle, body going limp as you feel him shift. He places a foot on the outside of your hip, keeping one knee bent for leverage as he pulls you back onto his cock.
“What do I need a pet for,” he spits, “when I got you?”
anyway you wake up the next morning with bruises on your thighs in the shape of beskar armor and find Mando in the captains chair, the cat fast asleep in his lap.
“Gonna call it muddy”
wrote this the other day for my friend @iamthatonefangirl and I can’t stop thinking about it
Summary: When you decided to move to Nevarro to open a bakery the last thing you expected was to fall in love with a grumpy Mandalorian. Takes place following Season 3, after Din moved to Nevarro and has been living there with Grogu. This is just a collection of one-shots that all take place in the same world. Listed in Chronological Order!
Warnings: Individual warnings will be in issued in each chapter. The reader is not described any way, but is soft. Din is a little OOC. Please be gentle this is the first time that I've ever written for him.
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Where'd You Come From?: An adorable customer wanders into your bakery and introduces you to someone you've never met, who piques your curiosity.
What Is This Feeling?: Din can't seem to stop running in to you, and he can't figure out why he likes it.
Didn’t Anyone Warn You?: When you're tasked with bringing pastries to Parent's Night at the local school, a guest appearance makes quite a stir.
What Did I Say? : A trip to the market takes a turn for the worst when you run into a bounty hunter that doesn't take no for an answer.
What Did I Do?: When your brother drops in for a surprise visit, it has an odd effect on Din that you can't understand.
He's Your What?: When you finally get the courage to confront Din, you find him in a vulnerable position.
What Are We Doing? : Moving is hard, but being in love with your roommate is even harder.
Why Did You Lie?: All you want is for Din to tell you what you mean to him, but your brother and his best friend have other plans.
Are You Well?: Who knew that buying a bakery sight unseen on an almost desolate planet in the Outer Rim would be the best decision you ever made?
“Don’t leave the ship” those four words had been echoing in your head all week.
For months you’d never really minded following your Mandalorians orders, most planets he landed on for bounties were backwater scugholes whose inhabitants were low level creeps and criminals. You were perfectly fine staying within the safe compounds of the ship normally…but this planet was different.
Ceralis 3 was known for its bustling city full of high quality clothing stalls, the tastiest food establishments, musical performances, and oh how you couldn’t stop thinking about the renowned city square that’s lit up like starlight when the suns go down and everyone gathers to dance. You’d seen so many brochures advertising Ceralis 3 as a top vacation spot. And now you were finally here… stuck on a ship.
“Must be nice..” you mumble head resting flat on your arms watching the suns set from behind the glass of the ships viewport. The twinkling lights in the distant mocking you as if to say “here we are shining so bright and you’re stuck in a dark smelly cockpit”.
Ok so maybe that’s an exaggeration.. but still you were minutes away from going crazy with boredom.
“Don’t leave the ship” he said from the bottom of the ramp like he always does before leaving for a bounty.
Bounty hunting usually doesn’t take a week though… ugh
You lean up on your arms watching the twinkling lights of the city getting brighter. What was everyone doing now? Drinking? Dancing? Having 1000x more fun than you were right now??
You glance at the small data pad that Din gave you. When he was finished with a bounty he usually sent a quick message through.
You checked it again for the millionth time.
No new messages…
What if you just went for a quick look… no
No you couldn’t do that, din would be angry if he found out.
If he found out…
If…
You check the data pad again. Every time he sent a message it usually took him a decent amount of time to get back to the ship, he’d usually stop for supplies and whatnot.
So you had time even if he messaged you while you were out…
But could you break his trust so easily-
*pop pop pop*
Bright strands of fiery light shot up from the skyline in the shapes of flowers.
Well he didn’t need to know everything…
You sprung up practically jumping down the ladder to your small closet.
You smirked pulling out the one nice “out for a night on the town outfit” you owned. A stark contrast to the usual travel outfits you donned.
You applied some light makeup, grabbed your satchel and were off the ship in record time.
You took note of the pathway, and kept the data pad close to your hip in case that all to familiar beep sounded and you needed to rush back..
You gasped nearing a well lit archway taller than anything you’d seen before.
Giddy with excitement you ran in and were immediately overtaken by a rush of… well everything.
The streets were lit bright with lanterns, full of laughing and singing people.
The smells were making your mouth water wondering what on earth could smell so heavenly, and the buildings.. oh the absolutely breathtaking carvings. You didn’t know what to do first!
So you did the first thing that you saw, you ate from several stalls, bought a bunch of jewelry and souvenirs that you absolutely didn’t need, watched a few performances, drank some juice being served on a tray that you didn’t realize had alcohol… and then made your way to the famous square.
Oh and what a sight it was… like someone had the most dazzling dream and brought it to life. Everyone was jumping and dancing to live musicians. You wondered briefly if your Mandalorian could dance. Probably not.. but maybe if you really asked nicely he would.. or if you just dragged him..
You wished he was here.. you usually weren’t separated that long so it’s been a little lonely.
You sighed watching the couples dance and hold each other warmly. Some kissing some just gazing into each others eyes…
Ok more than a little lonely..
Maybe you should head back..
You sipped on your juice walking back in the direction of the ship.
What lovely juice, so sweet and spicy at the same time..
Mmm juicy juice so lovely
Hmm you peeked at a stall in passing, maybe you should get him something? Yeah that’s right, he wouldn’t be mad at you for leaving if you got him a gift!
Maybe you’d get some more juice while you shopped and then maybe——-
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Ugh why is my head pounding so bad…
You wince sitting up in the cot holding your head with a hand.
You blink slowly regaining your senses, the previous nights memories ending in a blur. You didn’t even remember coming back to the ship…
Ugh you were so stupid, the “juice” was alcohol and you’d had so many of them..
You panicked a bit not seeing your satchel on the hook but then calmed seeing it on the floor.
With a sigh you reached in pulling out the data pad and pressing the button.
*new message*
Oh kriff..
*Heading back. Shouldn’t take more than half a day.*
Half a day… wait when did he send that!?
The sky was so bright outside how long had you been asleep?? You looked down seeing you were still dressed up from last night.
I better change before he gets-
You stumble a bit feeling your leg let out a painful throb.
Oh no was I stupid and injured myself last night?
Quickly you pull up your clothing expecting a bruise or a cut or something but instead what awaited you was infinitely worse.
“Oh maker what have I done…”
You vaguely remember wanting to get something for Din but why on earth did your drunken state think that was a good idea!?!?
Kriff what did I do!?!?
You wobble quickly to the mirror to get a better look at the new addition to your outer thigh.
An abstract outline of your mandalorians helmet with his name cursively written under it.
Oh now you remembered.. bits and pieces as you stumbled into a tattoo stall and scribbled on a paper demanding it be the bestest bestie best tattoo ever, you even remember the guy asking if you wanted to wait until you were sober but then you cried until he did it.
Kill me now…
Ugh Why why why!? How was I going to explain this to Din!?
As if the universe was punishing you even more you heard a familiar beeping and gasped feeling the vibrations of the ships ramp moving.
Of kriffing course he would arrive now!
You quickly pull your clothing down and try to look as nonchalant as you can watching as Din walks up the ramp into the hull.
His bounty blocked your view of him but he was fighting and throwing some curses but Din is quick to throw him in the carbonite freezer.
You gulp as he finally turns around to regard you.
“Welcome back..” you tried to sound like your normal self. Key word being tried.
Din stood still for a moment then his helmet slowly shifted from your face down to your body then up again.
Oh yeah my outfit and makeup…
“You look…nice” he said a bit confused.
Maybe you could spin this…
“Oh well I um wanted to um surprise you… I really missed you Din..”
You hoped your nervousness would be taken as you just being embarrassed to dress up for him.
He tilted his helmet a bit, his stance relaxing ever so slightly and he took a couple steps in your direction.
“Yeah?”
Oh how easy men could be sometimes…
“Yeah” you smiled stepping forward too and wrapping your arms around him. “You were gone a while this time..”
He pulled back a bit to see you but his strong arms were still held firm around you.
“Yeah the bounty was more work than I originally anticipated, sorry you had to be alone so long.”
“It’s alright..you’re back now that’s all that matters…” you smile up into his visor knowing his eyes are deeply peering into yours just as lovingly.
His hands slide a bit and he grips you a bit tighter “if I knew you were gonna dress up just for me, I would’ve forgotten all about the bounty and rushed here..”
“Mm I’ll have to remember that for next time…” you lean up tilting your head to the side to kiss the bare skin just under his helmet. He breathes in, deep and crackley through the modulator.
Your hands reach up about to lift his helmet off when suddenly his head moves to the side.
“Din?” You frown a bit following his gaze then when you do your eyes widen a bit at what you see.
A beautifully beaded tote bag overflowing with items leaned against the wall, a strand of pearls strewn across it along with a shimmery scarf and a bottle of “juice”. Oh Kriff just how drunk did you get last night!?!?
“What’s that?”
“Oh um just some old stuff I pulled out when I was trying stuff on for you..”
He pulled away and you knew you had messed up.
“Din..?”
He approached the bag and knelt down. He picked up the bottle with one hand.
“And you just happened to have an alcohol that’s only produced on this planet in your storage?” His voice had completely shifted from gentle and loving to interrogative typical pre meeting me Mando.
“Well…”
He abruptly stood up with a sigh.
“You left the ship” he stated with a huff.
You bite your lip looking away from the intense stare.
“…”
“What’s the one thing I told you never to do?” You could tell he was angry but was trying to hold it back.
“…go against your orders..”
“Go against my orders and what did you do?”
“I left the ship… I’m sorry but I was so bored and lonely and I just…” maker could you sound any more pathetic and whiny.
He let out a huff of annoyance, “you put yourself in danger because you were bored?”
“Din..”
“You don’t know this planet, and I have a million enemies, I don’t tell you to stay on the ship for the hell of it” he bit out getting more frustrated.
“I… I know… I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking..”
You heard a sigh again and hesitantly looked up. His shoulder relaxed a bit his tone a bit softer but still plenty stern. “I can’t go after bounties and worry about you too..”
Well now you felt like absolutely shit
“Oh Din I’m so sorry, of course you can’t, shouldn’t actually. It was dumb and stupid and reckless and I promise I won’t leave again. No matter how tempting it is..”
He stood for a moment deciding you were sincere in your words, he held out a single arm motioning for you to come closer again,
You do and hug him muttering another apology.
“So you didn’t dress up for me huh..?”
Oh..
You peek up from his chest finding his gaze on yours,
“Well… not exactly but my first thought when I looked in the mirror was how I wished you were by my side to see me… does that count?”
He lets out a scoff and lowers his hands “No”
You pout
“But I know how you can make it up to me”.
His hands are back on you stroking your thighs kneeding them softly when all the sudden you yelp.
He pulls away shocked “what’s wrong?”
“Oh uh nothing just got caught up in the moment…”
His head tilts and boy for someone with a helmet on his expressions were clear as day.
“Wanna run that by me again?”
“I had a cramp?” You lamely ask.
Seconds of silence pass before his hands are reaching for the tips of your dress.
“Ah wait no!”
You jump back not ready now or ever for him to see your latest mistake.
He freezes, now that’s something you’d never done before.
“You hurt yourself didn’t you?” He crosses his arms.
“I did not..”
“Then what are you hiding?”
“….”
He sighs again loudly “you have three seconds to show me before I do it myself.”
Kriff…
You hesitate not knowing what to do.
“One”
Ugh what now!?
“Two”
Maybe you could lock yourself in the fresher…
“Three”
You make a dash for the open door but make it all of two steps before strong arms pull you back.
“Really?” He huffs annoyed.
“Din wait!”
“Just relax what’s the worst it could be?”
No way you couldn’t show him, you catch him off guard by fighting his hold.
“Hey stop that”
“Enough!” His bark cuts through you like a knife and you freeze.
He spins you around, his hands locked onto your arms.
“Din...” you plead but he won’t budge.
He maneuvers your hands into one of his while his other reaches for your dress. You can’t help but try one more time to evade him and use the one move he taught you in self defense,
Of course because he’s who he is all it buys you is three seconds before he has you sprawled over his knees.
How ironic… if only he knew how you’d fantasized about this exact position.
“You really wanna make things hard don’t you?”
“Din please you don’t understand! Just leave me alone-“ and just like that the delicate freshly tattooed skin was exposed to the cool air of the ship and his searing gaze.
Then it was silent..
“I-I didn’t mean to I got drunk by accident and then wanted to get you a gift and for some crazy reason I thought a tattoo would be a good idea and…and…and-“ your nervous ramblings continued until you suck in a sharp breath feeling soft fingers caress the area just around the tender area.
“You did this…for me?”
“W-well yeah…”
You try to turn your head to see him but it’s impossible in your condition.
He silently caresses the area around it as if he…wait no way!?
“Do… do you like it?” You asked hesitantly.
He let out a breath.
“Can’t say I hate it…”
Oh my maker
“R-really?” You question an eyebrow raised.
“Mm” you flinch a bit feeling his fingers trace over the sore area.
He pulled you up so you were straddling him facing his visor.
“Sorry I left the ship…” you say after a few moments of silence.
“Swear you won’t do that again..”
“I promise..”
“Are you angry with me?”
“Yes” he said without hesitation.
“Really? After all the trouble I went through getting you your gift” you smirk a bit wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
His hands gripped your thighs squeezing softly, “Yes…” you smiled knowing by his voice he was all talk. You already had him in the palm of your hand.
“Want me to make it up to you?” You whisper near the side of his helmet.
He makes some sort of hum through the helmet and you take that as a yes, you push him back a bit so the distance between you is closed, your core pressed against him deliciously.
His hands travelled around squeezing and caressing in the ways only he knew how you liked. You’re about to lift his helmet up so you could finally kiss him when he pauses his movements.
Ugh not again
“What’s wrong?”
“You were drunk…?”
Ah Kriff, why did I have to let that part slip out.
“Y-yes but just a bit…”
He looks at you in a no nonsense way,
“Ok maybe more than a bit but it really wasn’t my fault, I didn’t know the drinks had alcohol..”
He sighs
Man if I had a credit for everytime I made this man sigh…
“I know I know, it was dumb and reckless and I won’t do it again, can we go back to what we were doing please? Remember the tattoo I got for you?”
I push his helmet towards my thigh.
He lets out a little laugh, “alright alright I get it”
His thumb strokes it again, “it suits you”
You let out a laugh, “I think it suits you more…didn’t realize you were that type of guy…but honestly it’s growing on me too, he did a good job didn’t he?” You peer down admiring the details. Not realizing Dins fingers had froze.
“He?”
“….”
Oh Kriff
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I’ve been on a huge Mandalorian kick lately and had this little idea. Hope you enjoyed! Also please excuse the lazy editing❤️
Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin and Teen! Reader
Christmas Special 2025
Mouse Note: Happy Holidays!
“Did you see that?” said (Y/N), emerging from the tunnels where they’d been on their apprenticeship training. “I killed that exam.”
“We killed that exam,” corrected Miyan.
The other trainees dragged themself out after Miyan and (Y/N), who had saved their asses while proving themselves far and above the rest of them.
“I led,” said (Y/N), shrugging.
“You did not,” scoffed Miyan.
(Y/N) smirked at him. “Who noticed trouble?”
“Who distracted the creature?”
“Who killed it?”
“Who suggested we help the others?”
“Who—”
“Perhaps we thought a little too highly of our apprentices,” said the Armorer, watching Miyan and (Y/N) squabble.
Bo-Katan sighed. “I thought they were doing better.”
“Still rivals,” said Mando. He preferred it that way. No need for any sort of…other things. (He wasn’t ready for (Y/N) to grow up. Not that much).
“And immature,” said Bo-Katan.
“Alright, enough,” said the Armorer, a bit amused. (Y/N) and Miyan were very hard-headed Mandalorians, and it was nice to see Mandalorian children being children even while learning how to be proper Mandalorians. “Miyan Nyk. (Y/N) Djarin. You two have passed the training exam.”
(Y/N) grinned, and Miyan glanced at them, helmet moving subtly. They were exchanging a satisfied look.
“As for the rest of you…extra training rounds,” said the Armorer. The other apprentices groaned. “After first aid is administered to anyone who encountered one of the creatures.”
“I’ll organize a patrol to go through and check other training fields for more dangers,” said Bo-Katan.
“I can help,” said Mando.
“Go and enjoy yourself,” said Bo-Katan, waving a hand at Mando. “Celebrate (Y/N)’s latest win.”
Mando nodded. He looked at (Y/N) while people started to spread out. “Good job today.”
(Y/N) beamed at the praise. “Thanks. Got a little freaked out for a second there, but, hey, I handled it.”
“You were brave, Verd’ika,” said Mando. “And you acted quickly.”
“I tried to handle it like you would,” said (Y/N).
Mando paused. He was a bit stunned. He hadn’t expected that. It was flattering. He smiled beneath the helmet. “Oh.”
“Yeah, buir,” said (Y/N), nudging him. “Are you surprised?”
Mando pretended he wasn’t flattered and a little nervous. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” said (Y/N), shrugging with a smile.
Grogu babbled and jumped up. (Y/N) caught him. “Hey!” Grogu babbled, and (Y/N) smiled. They looked at Mando. “I think he’s jealous I get to do all the training.”
“I get worried,” said Mando. “He’s small enough for anything to eat him.”
“And he can barely talk,” said (Y/N). Grogu frowned at them, affronted. (Y/N) just grinned at him.
“Verd’ika, you’re going to be a full Mandalorian,” said Mando. “Quickly.”
“Still a lot of…tests and judgements by the elders and all the ritual and spiritual stuff,” said (Y/N).
They played it off as nonchalance, but in reality, they were very nervous that someone would think they weren’t ready or worthy of being a Mandalorian and throw them out (even if that was ridiculous. Mandalore the Great themself chose them, (Y/N) was clearly fine. Still, couldn’t blame a bit of nervousness.)
“You’re doing fine,” assured Mando. He had complete faith in (Y/N). In fact, he believed they were going to be one of the greatest Mandalorians in history. That was the type of potential they had. “And I’m very proud, ad’ika.” (Y/N) smiled. “I…have something for you. As a congratulations.”
“Another gift? Buir, you’re spoiling me,” said (Y/N).
“You’ve earned this,” said Mando, pulling out a small box.
(Y/N) took it and opened it to find a gauntlet. It matched their other one, complete with the bronzy-orange color. “Another piece of armor. I—”
“If you say you didn’t earn this, you’re wrong,” said Mando. Piece by piece, they were getting stronger, and he wanted them to have armor and weapons to reflect that. His ad’ika deserved to feel strong and supported.
