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The Arrangement

Din Djarin x f!Reader | WC: 1.7K | read on AO3

Summary: Keeping up with your agreement to give yourself to the Mandalorian in exchange for keeping the bounty off your father's head, Din struggles with his growing feelings for you.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit for smut. Relationship based on transactional sex.. at first. Soft!Din. Soft dom!Din. Fingering. Unprotected piv. Come eating. Aftercare. Din is a total simp for you.

A/n: Wooo! My second Mando fic in forever!! I wanted a bit more of a romantic take on my guy, he who withholds his feelings very well 🩶 this fic takes place after season 2.

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The only sound is the low, steady hum of the ship; only the lights on the control panel provide a soft glow to the cockpit as you sit on the flat surface, the Mandalorian nestled between your legs as he gazes at the wonder of you, surrounded by the starry night outside the windshield. It's always quiet now that the Child has gone, and Din needs you now more than ever.

He gently traces his thumb along your lips, pausing a moment before slipping the digit into your mouth, his gaze locking onto yours through the visor. He lets out a shuddering gasp as you swirl your tongue over it, sending a current of desire straight to his cock.

His fingers gently slide underneath the drenched fabric between your legs, gently tracing your slit. He's so close to losing his self-restraint. Only you can undo him this way. Only the safe harbor of your welcoming warmth gives him hope.

His fingers slip inside, reaching deep, surrounded by your warm, wet channel as his thumb rubs circles against your clit. "Oh my," you gasp, pleasure swirling in your veins.

"You're always so sensitive.. such a needy little thing aren't you?" He crooks his fingers, his smile hidden by his helmet as you wail in pleasure, wiggling around him. "What am I going to have to do with you, cyare?"

"I want to ride you.. please," you whimper.

The sound of you begging for him does not diminish his joy at hearing it. "You're so sweet when you ask for it. Go on, then. Take what you want.."

Your breath catches in your throat as you undo his pants, forcing yourself to take it slow despite the urgency running through you, the slick already pooling in your underwear. Your hands on his chest, he lets you gently push him into his pilot's chair.

Freeing him from his own underwear you push aside the drenched fabric of your panties and slide him into you. The air rushes out of your lungs. You've had other lovers, but none that can make you gasp with a singular intrusion.

"Keep going, just like that," he commands softly.

Obediently you moan yes, swiveling your hips to the tempo that he likes.

He lets out a low hiss as you move. Oh, he remembers this. How you always know exactly what he wants and exactly how he needs it. "Mmm, good girl, just like that.. keep going, I want to watch you move."

You keep rocking your hips, your hands wrapped around his neck, seeing yourself in the reflection of his helmet. "You feel so good.. better than anything."

It's been two cycles since the first time, when you snuck aboard his ship and pleaded for your father's life. He was a low-level thief but Din had his orders. You couldn't offer money or information, so instead you offered your body in exchange for your father's freedom.

It was an offer he couldn't deny, having kept away from the closeness of human contact for so long, only using his hand when his desires became too much to rein in. You were so sure in your conviction, ready to prove yourself. He'd nearly escorted you out with a firm hand on your shoulder but you were quicker, your hand cupping his crotch. His sharp intake of breath and the twitch of his long-neglected cock beneath your touch told you he couldn't refuse you.

He'd taken you there, against the wall, making sure you were sure, pinning your wrist to the wall when you'd tried to lift his helmet to kiss him.

And then it became a habit. He told himself he would check up on your father, make sure he was keeping on the right side of the law, staying under the radar. And you would come on board to reestablish the terms of your agreement, and he'd have you again, sometimes more than once. You still didn't know what he looked like.

You got used to him coming around, anticipated it with each skip of your heart and a need growing between your legs. And now you're right where you want to be.

He groans at your sweet sighs and the tantalizing flutter of your softness surrounding him. You're so beautiful like this, so damn beautiful. His hands firmly hold your thighs, pulling them up so your feet rest on either side of his thighs on the chair. He begins moving his own hips beneath you, bucking up into you, letting you feel him deeper.

Your face scrunches in pleasure. "Stars! Keep doing that and I'll come!"

"Come then, cyar'ika, make a mess for me. Let me see you lose it for me."

You utter a low curse as you feel your climax originate in the pit of your stomach. At his command you come, your body crashing down on his, drenching him. Watching you come is like watching a star explode into a million pieces. It's so beautiful, he needs to see it every day for the rest of his life.

He chuckles deeply. "Good girl. Such a good, sweet girl for me. Look at you, so beautiful like this.. such a messy little thing."

Your body eventually slows to a stop and you rest your head on his armored shoulder. You always look so cute when you're spent, he thinks, stroking your hair. He relishes the quiet intimacy of this moment, wishing he could make it last.

"Mmm," is all you can say, your mind a sweet blank.

"Too tired now, huh? Used up all your energy?"

"No.." your voice is raspy. "I still haven't satisfied you."

"Is that so?" he purrs. "You want to be my good girl and take care of me, too?"

"Yes I do." No sooner have you finished saying that than he picks you up and perches you back on the control panel. "Let me look at you, cyare," he croons, his fingers tracing along your thighs before gently coaxing your legs open. He can't help letting out a soft groan at the sight before him. "Look at you, all spread out for me. Such a beautiful thing. You want me to fill you again, don't you, mesh'la?"

"I want it.. need you.. so much," you whimper with desperation.

He grunts, the sound of your pleading for him setting his blood afire. This is exactly what he wants. "Say please.."

"Please.."

Your legs hook behind his hips as he starts to take you again. "So damn tight, so damn good," he murmurs.

You moan as he rocks into you harder. "Don't stop, don't stop.."

"I won't," he swears, even his voice modulator is unable to keep the strain in his voice.

You gasp deeply, seeing stars behind your eyes as you come clenching around him hard. Din groans loudly, the sensation pushing him over the edge. "F-fuck.. that's right.. just like that.." he pants before coming into you with a barely-restrained growl.

"Give me all of it," you coax him. "Every drop."

He lets out a string of curses in Mando'a, his body shuddering with ecstasy as he empties himself into you. "All yours, every last drop.." He's a man of pure discipline, reduced to a panting hot mess. His body shudders with the intensity of his release. He holds onto you, his arms wrapped around you tightly as he rides out the waves of pleasure that crash over him. His breaths come in harsh gasps, his eyes closed tight. He feels as if he's been shattered and then put back together.

For the thousandth time you wish you could kiss him, look him in the eyes without that pesky helmet in the way, but you close your eyes, smiling as you cool down together. He finally pulls away from you, fixing up his pants. He can't help but glance at your body, glistening, still shivering from aftershocks.

"Like what you see? How you wrecked me?" you tease, spreading your thighs apart a little wider, your dewy essence and his milky white spend combined in a beautiful web between your legs. He takes a swipe with his finger and brings it to your lips. You suck it off greedily, and the glazed look in your eyes makes his heart feel funny.

As he cleans you up he wrestles with the notion of asking you to stay a little longer. Stay the night. Stay forever. He sees the possibility of your saying yes as you give him that look, eyes wide and longing.

"I'll never get to see your face, will I?" you ask quietly. "In all this time.. I still don't know you."

"That's not true," he rasps, watching you fix your hair into place. "I think you know me better than most."

There's a charge in the air, something that goes beyond purely sexual, something sweeter and softer, like the feeling Din gets after landing his ship safely; when he's able to put his head down to rest after fulfilling a mission. It's a feeling like coming home. He's ignored his baser instincts so long, and when he finally gave in he only found there was another, deeper layer to his needs.

Are you ever going to stop fooling yourselves that you only see each other per your agreement? You're each other's habit now.

No. Din rebukes that word. You're each other's safe haven.

"Until next time?" Your voice breaks through his thoughts, and for a single moment his emotions dare to pull him forward, give his body the command to go to you and take you in his arms without the intent to do anything more than hold you.

Maybe he's trying to replace Grogu with you. He's learned he likes having someone to care for, someone to protect and give him utility. He thinks on how you would adore the child and he can see you holding the little creature, smiling and bonding with him.

Only for him has he ever lifted his helmet and shown his face. And if you only asked, if you merely suggested it he'd do it in a heartbeat. So that you can know him, so that he can fully love you, taste you, pull you into a kiss that would be his entire undoing.

Ask me.. ask me and I'll do it.. do anything for you, anything to keep you here. I'll step away from my creed and be your servant.. just ask.. he begs in silence.

Din swallows hard, letting the words he wants to say dissolve in his mouth leaving behind a bittersweet taste.

"Until next time," he agrees, telling himself the sentiment in your eyes is just in his imagination.

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Wrapped In His Arms

Here’s a little touch starved Din drabble I came up with while trying to sleep last night, enjoy!

Warnings: none really just fluff, soft!Din, some swearing, helmet comes off, no use of Y/N, no reader description.

Word count: 490

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You startle awake to the mattress dipping at your hip, and the weight of a body pressed into your lower back.

Your eyes are still bleary with sleep as you open them facing the metal wall of your bunk on the Crest. The small room is dark with only a faint green glow coming from the door control panel.

Groggily, you fling an arm out and behind you in a feeble attempt to fight off whatever it is that’s still pressed against you. As your hand flies through the air it’s caught by another clad in soft leather, causing you to yelp and at the sudden contact.

Your hear you’re name called from above you. “It’s me, Din.” Came his soothing deep voice.

“Mmm, Din? Your back.” You say, still half asleep.

He sweeps his thumb over your hand and gives it a squeeze to confirm that he is.

Your legs are still facing away from him, but you turn your body around to gaze sleepily at his dark silhouette. You reach your hand out to skim it over the metal contours of Din’s helmet, but when your hand makes contact it’s not cold metal it meets, but soft warm skin and the beginnings of a scratchy beard.

You gasp, pulling your hand away and suddenly feeling wide awake.

“Shit- Din, your helmet!”

Although you couldn’t see the man’s face you didn’t know how he felt about you touching it, and you bite your lower lip, worried you may have just compromised his creed.

“It’s okay, you can’t see me and… I need… this.” Din said.

You could hear now his voice wasn’t modulated, and the sound of his unfiltered gravely tone makes your heart squeeze in your chest.

You reach your hand back up, slowly as to give him a chance to change his mind.

He doesn’t, and as your fingers make contact again, the tips of them weaving through soft curls and your thumb brushing along his cheek, you feel the breath of his sigh skitter down your arm, and feel him lean in to your touch.

You turn fully towards him now, and with your other hand you take his own and gently tug on it, pulling him down and closer to you.

Din obliges and nudges you over so there’s enough room for him to lie down next to you, and once he’s settled you snuggle into his side. His arms wrap around you, and your cheek rests against his chest, your arm stretched over his broad chest as your hand finds its way back to his jawline.

You feel Din relax, listening to his heart beat in his chest, and his breaths evening out. The rhythmic sound begins to lull you back to sleep, but before you can completely drift off you feel the stubble of Din’s chin against your forehead, and his plush lips as he brushes a soft kiss to it.

“Goodnight, mesh’la.”

Edit: read Din’s side of the story here!

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WINKTOBER DAY 3: Anal (Din Djarin)

Din Djarin is soft. Raise your hand if you agree.

What is the term the counselors and healers call uptight people on your world….oh yes, ”anal keeping”--“anal” for short–that’s Din, anal.

This gun goes here, this crate is only for munitions, this cargo net is full even if it looks half-empty, this isn’t a toy, this isn’t the day we have bone broth, this helmet stays on, this is the way.

And once every cycle he’s down in the hold of the Crest with you, his silent, sulking, hulk of a form taking up the space as he slowly and meticulously cleans each weapon in his locker, one after the other, whether he’s used it or not.

His presence is unnerving, and so you begin to talk, telling him stories while you work on the ship’s wiring–terribly dull stories of your care-free childhood, your loving parents, your prosperous village, the boring, safe, idyllic life you had before getting off that rock and flying away with a Mandalorian who just wanted his ancient heap of a gunship to keep flying.

But before long, you notice that the more you speak, the longer it takes for him to clean his weapons.

And after that...you learn to see beyond the scowl of the visor to the melancholy beneath, recognize his voice not as irritated but battling something like shyness, his need to keep the tools of his trade clean not so great as the draw to be here, to be confided in, to let his heart be lightened by someone’s laughter and, ultimately, to be near the one gentle person in this lonely galaxy that doesn’t seem to be frightened or intimidated by him....someone that has so many interesting stories to tell....

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Second Chances

Mand'alor!Din x Fem!reader (No y/n see notes)

Din finds you one night on Coruscant, in the gutter, a starving artist that has hit rock bottom. He knows he's seen your face before but can't place it. It was years ago, before he had a foundling, no clan of his own and before he was Mand'alor to his people. You and Din come from vastly different backgrounds but find that your struggles are not so different and your attraction undeniable. Despite obstacles like, assassination plots, a battle for the throne, crippling depression, trouble with the Darksaber, and rival clans; you are, as Din's friend Boba Fett says, fated.

Note on Reader Immersion: In reader format and not coded to any race. Your name is Malla (Mal) Horne, and if you didn't guess from the summary, you have undefined mental health issues, you could also be considered neurodivergent, so you may project onto her however you want. Three vague physical descriptors, short hair (not described but applies to character development so it stays in), Din is taller than her, 35 years old. To me she is not an OC (Yes I saw myself while writing but also lots of other women while writing this fic) but maybe she's nothing like you! I do hope you are able to walk around in her shoes for awhile and fall in love with Din Djarin through her eyes. This fic is inspired by all my favorite movie rom coms and romances and has taken me two years to complete.

This is canon divergent after TBoBF and was 95% written prior to season 3. So, all characterizations are based off of season one and two. I stick mostly with what we learned in canon. Paz is an unfortunate nemesis and this author has never really liked the Armorer.

18+ explicit this fic needs edits but Im leaving it up as is because it's dear to me and I want folks to keep finding it

Act I | ONE TWO THREE FOUR! FIVE SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE !

Act II| TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN! EIGHTEEN

Act III| NINETEEN! TWENTY Epilogue

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Warm Hands - Part 3

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Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader Warnings: Menstruation/Periods, Period Cramps, Blood, bleeding through clothing on your period, some cursing Words: 1.3k Tags: Extremely self-indulgent, established relationship, comfort, fluff, supportive partner, author is touch starved and it shows lmao

It was early when you woke up, groggy for several long moments before the familiar and uncomfortable feeling in your core and the ache in your lower back came into focus.

You grimaced, the warmth and wetness concerning enough that you knew you needed to go to the restroom to check. Hopefully, you at least had woken up early enough to not have bled through to the sheets.

Din’s arm was slung over your belly, as he snored lightly as he lay beside you. His solid and warm presence had been apparently enough to help keep the worst of the cramps at bay while you slept even when the pain killers had worn off.

With all the stress of recent events, your monthly cycles had been thrown off a bit and it just seemed to make your periods — when you got them — particularly horrendous. Thus you had gone to bed with not only Din and his comforting presence, but also enough pain meds to help with the edge, a nice heating pad, your reusable period absorbing underwear.

Your riduur grumbled as you moved his arm and got up, but a gentle shush from you, telling him that you’ll be right back to bed, settled him back into the bed.

As you stood up you had to catch yourself from swearing aloud, the feeling of the ship’s artificial gravity encouraging your period to well… travel downwards and out. Maker be damned… this was not feeling promising.

You did a quick pat-down of your side of the bed in the dark. The sheets were warm, but it was thankfully not wet. Though it would not be the first time you had bled all over the sheets it just was not something you wanted to have to deal with in the middle of the night if you didn’t have to.

Fumbling in the dark you make your way for the refresher, not even bothering to put on “proper” pants. The metal floor was cold beneath your feet, as you became more sure your underwear was feeling very, very… soggy.

Rushing for the toilet, you stripped and actually cursed this time.

There was no delicate way about it, your flow had very clearly been too much for your reusable period underwear. Blood seemed to be literally everywhere. It had smeared on the insides of your upper thighs, dripped onto the toilet seat as well as onto the floor as you pulled your underwear down. Fucking huzzah.

As you sat on the cool metal of the toilet, you tried to plot out what to do next. Seeing as it was the fucking middle of the night you hadn’t thought to grab another pair of underwear much less pants.

Sliding the underwear all the way off you let them land in the bottom of the sink and started the cold water going to try and rinse out of the worst of it. Maker, it looked like you had committed a murder or something with how much bright red blood was swirling down the drain.

Groaning, you leaned forward over your legs as your cramps also reared their painful head again. The pain killers were obviously needing to be retaken and seeing as you didn’t have your space heater of a riduur like you had in bed at the moment? Well, your body was letting it be known it was not happy with the current situation. It just fucking sucked and you weren’t exactly sure what you were going to do next. Sure you could get a shower, but you also needed clean clothes as well now.

A quiet rapping at the door, made you jump slightly even though you logically knew it only could be Din.

“Cyare? You alright? Are you feeling sick? You didn’t come back to bed.” You heard your husband’s concern even through the door as he waited for your answer.

Still bent over your legs, you turned and gave a half-smile to the door and your husband on the other side. You should have known he wouldn’t have actually gone back to sleep when you had gotten up. He knew how bad your monthly cycles could be, and while he tried not to worry and he did try to be helpful and supportive when you needed him.

“I’m okay… just… a little overwhelmed,” you replied. “My flow is heavier than I anticipated so it got sort of everywhere. Can you get me some new underwear and my backup period leggings? They’re in the top drawer.”

The door opened just a crack as you were talking as Din listened to your instructions.

“That bad?” the concern in his voice clear.

“Yeah,” you said, grimacing when you saw the blood on the floor again. “Actually, could you get me a new shirt too? And check I didn’t bleed on the sheets? I didn’t find any earlier, but it was dark. I think I need to hop in the shower and just start over tonight.”

He hummed in response, you could clearly imagine the thoughtful look that you knew was on his face.

“You want me to grab some pain meds too?”

“That would be amazing,” you respond, feeling a bit of the stress start to ease from your shoulders.

As Din went off to collect the supplies and clothing that you needed, you hurried to turn the shower on and got the water running as hot as you could handle. There were some tried to true ways you could find relief from cramps and hot showers always were a favorite.

Tonight though you made sure your hair was all up and out of the way so you could focus on washing your body. Thankfully the blood was easy enough to wash off.

As you stepped out of the shower, toweling off as quickly you were surprised to see that your bloody underwear was nowhere to be seen, instead of having been replaced with your requested clean clothing and a little cup with the pain medication.

The floor had also already been cleaned up, your riduur having apparently worked quickly and unobtrusive while you had showered. If you hadn’t already been in love with Din Djarin, this was certainly something that would have made it inevitable.

As you finished dressing, you peeked around the door, looking for your husband. He was waiting for you, leaning against the wall and hands stuffed into the pockets of his sweatpants, just like you knew he would be.

“Hi,” you said, slightly shyly even as you went to him.

“Hi, sweetheart. Feeling any better?”

Stepping into Din’s welcoming arms, his strong body warm against you even as you still radiated heat from your shower, you hummed at the simple pleasure.

“Vor entye, ner kar'ta,” you murmured into Din’s sleep shirt as you leaned more heavily into him. His presence and scent, as always, were a grounding comfort.

He pressed a long kiss into your hair, just as content to be with you like this for the time being as the water recyclers hummed to life further in the ship.

“You’re always there for me when I hurt,” he explained frankly. “I’m glad I can help you when you need it too.”

You gave a huff of laughter even as you snuggled into him more as you teased, “True, you do get blood on stuff sometimes more often than I do.”

Your riduur gave a gruff laugh, his hands pressing firmly into the two spots in your lower back that made you melt and purr in his arms.

“Come on, back to bed with you,” he ordered softly.

“Can I get more snuggles?” You ask, looking at him with large pleading eyes. Not that you needed to, you knew Din wouldn’t say no to such a request.

He smiled at you, affectionally bumping your chin with his knuckle.

“I think that can be arranged.”

Translations:

Cyare - beloved Riduur - spouse Vor entye, ner kar'ta - thank you my heart 

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How bout this: the mandalorian has always touched his forehead against the readers. The reader thinks it's a sweet act but doesn't understand why he does it. Until one day they are in some public space and there is an intimate moment and he does it again. Then they kinda split up for a bit and an onlooker smiles and makes a comments about it. the reader asks if they know anything bout what it means and they explain. Then the reader's all happy and you can take it from there! YOU ARE AMAZING!

Keldabe- Din Djarin x Reader

Summary: A kind old lady informs you that not everything you do with Mando you know about.

A/n: I used this gif becuase it was me writing this. :)

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It’s something you just expect now. The way he always greets you with a press of forehead to helmet. He’ll cup the back of your head and tenderly pull you towards him so he can rest his helmet against your forehead.

When he first started doing it, he seemed almost shy. But now, it’s second nature to you two. He never actually told you why he does it, so you’ve just figured it is some culture thing from his creed. Like some way he would address friends and people close to him.

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“Stay close to the ship. Don’t go too far.”

You nod at his commands, turning to face the busy street market. Energy is bubbling from all the commotion the people are creating. It’s not a bad energy though, it’s light hearted and filled with excitement.

“Make sure that you’re not being followed.” He reminds you.

“I know. It’s not like this is my first time going out by myself.” He can hear the amusement in your voice, “Can I go now, mother hen?” A smile forms on your lips, lighting up your entire face.

“Just remember to be safe.” His entire body is anxious with worry for you. “Oh, do you mind picking up some more snacks for the little one?”

“Of course, do you want anything?”

“Just for you to be safe.”

“Maker, Mando. I’m not ten! I can go to the street market by myself for a few hours without dying.” You roll your eyes at his brooding. “I’m going.”

He smiles under his helmet. “Wait, you forgot something.”

You turn around and laugh at how out of place he looks. People are conversing and walking around him in the busy street. He is just standing there, shiny as ever.

Walking back to him, you stand on your tiptoes and lean your forehead against his helmet. His hand snakes around your back to cup your head, pressing the both of you closer.

“I’ll be fine, tin can.”

“I hate it when you call me that.”

“That's why I do.” You shimmy out of his hold, flash him one more big smile, and walk into the crowd of people.

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A colorful fruit stand catches your eye first. A kind looking older lady seems to run the stand.

“Hello dear!” She greets you as you approach. “Can I get ya anything?”

“Do you have anything that children really like?” She throws you a knowing smile. Although, you’re not quite sure what she knows.

“Yes I do suga’, these berries are quite popular amongst the youngsters.” She points to a large basket of maroon berries. “Here try one, hon.”

Popping one into your mouth you moan at the taste. It’s sweet and plump and practically bursts of flavor.

“These are so good! Can I get a bag of them.” She nods and starts to pack them. “Actually, two bags.” You already know that a certain mandalorian is going to steal most of them.

“You and ya Mandalorian are too cute. I remember when ma husband and I were still in our honeymoon phase. We acted ‘bout the same as ya two.” She giggles to herself. Your face is tinged red at her assumption.

“Oh, no, we’re not anything.”

“WHAT?” You jump at her sudden question. “Then why wa y’all o’er there kissin’ in front o’ everyone?”

“KISSING?” Now it’s your turn to scare her with a loud question.

She frowns before leaning close to you. “Is he takin’ advantage of ya? ‘Cause ya can just nod ya head and I’ll give ‘m a fine wackin’.” She rolls up her sleeve and shakes her fist.

“What? No, not at all. But what do you mean kissing?”

“Ya mean to tell me, ya don’t know what a keldabe kiss is?”

She sighs as she sees the bewildered look on your face.

Rolling down her sleeve she continues, “Oh, darlin’. He’s given’ you a big ol’ smoochin’ e’erytime he presses that metal ta ya face.”

“Really?” It comes out hushed as your mind plays back every time you’ve apparently kissed him.

“He a Mandalorian right?” You nod your head. “Hon, that there is how they kiss.”

“Oh.” Suddenly your feet are more interesting to look at than her.

“Here are ya berries. I think ya need to go work this out with ‘em. Because, hon, I know a man ‘n love when I see one.” She hands you the two bags.

“Thank you.” You go to hand her the credits.

“Oh no, deary. This is on ole Marguerite. Go getcha a man. But I want ta see y'all when a couple munchkin’s are runnin’ ‘bout.” Your skin is ablaze at the thought of having Mando’s children. Thanking her again you turn and walk back into the crowd.

“Good luck, but ya won’t be needin’ it!” She hollers to you.

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When you arrive back at the Crest, the child runs up to you with outstretched arms.

“Aw, did you miss me?” The child coos as you pick him up and walk into the main hull.

“Cyar’ika, you’re back!” He grabs the bags of berries from you before moving to touch his head to yours.

“Wait!” It comes out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. His visor snaps up to meet your eyes. You can’t help but think he looks like a kicked puppy. “I want to know the meaning behind our little head touches.” The nice old lady already told you, but you want to hear it from him.

He looks down at the ground and you can practically see the gears moving in his head.

“It's- In Mandalorian culture,” He looks up at you and you nod, egging him to continue, “It’s how they show love.” He takes a shaky breath, “It’s called a keldabe kiss. It’s how I can kiss you with my armor still on.”

You can tell he is preparing for rejection by the way he is slightly leaning away from you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

That’s the last thing he expected you to say. “I didn’t want to scare you, cyar’ika.”

You nod, “And why do you always call me that?” Deciding you might as well ask now that it is question time with Mando.

He takes a moment before answering. “It means…” He trails off searching for the right translation, “beloved.”

“Oh.” Heat rushes to your cheeks. Sucking in a breath you reach out for him, pulling his head against yours.

It’s like he has never had hands before, they flail around before catching hold on your sides.

“I like it.” You murmur to him.

He squeezes your sides in a loving manner, “I like it too, cyar’ika.”

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I hope this is kinda what you envisioned and wanted. I am loving all your asks! 

Love, Lordy. 

[sirenreading]

Rest and Relaxation 🧼

Writer Wednesday #1

pairing : Din Djarin x f!reader (wife!reader)

warning : soft!Din, honeymooning , implied intimacy, helmet-less Din, Din loves his wife, after-care, fluff, no use of y/n.

word count : 600+

A/N : this is my first time submitting to Writer Wednesday @autumnleaves1991-blog @clydesducktape enjoy <3

“Ahhh s-stars.” You let out a final moan as Din exited your body, you lay out on the bed pulling the silk sheets up to cover your chest, You turn to look over at your newlywed husband, Sir Din Djarin, The Kashyyyk’s moon staring up in the sky illuminated onto his gorgeous face. Giving you light to all of his handsome features that rested on his face.

You let a smile cross your face as your husband looked over to you, Smiling as soon as you got a glumps of you. “How are you feeling, my love?” he says as you both take in the scent of your intimacy.

“Fine, but I’m sweaty, and my body hurts a little.”

“Ah, how about I run us a bath? I’ll wash you, and you can just relax, then we can get some sleep.” He moved your hair to leave left soft kisses behind your ear.

“I like the sound of that.” You grabbed his face pulling him into a kiss before he got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom; you giggled at the sight of him running naked to the bathroom.

”Make sure to add bubbles!” You yelled, turning in the opposite direction, sitting up to get a good view of the planet. It was on my first time visiting.

The wetness of the planet lingered in the air, and you could still feel it on your fingertips like you’d just washed your hands. And the foggy air was beautiful. It gave the green of the planet a pale look to it, which you loved.

You turned your exhausted body to see Din standing over the tub, Watching him as the water filled the tea-green-colored tub. He put his hand to the water to fill it, immediately flinching, you assuming it was too hot. Busting into a fit of laughter at your husband’s mistake.

Din stormed toward you, “You think that was funny, riduur?”

“Just a little.” He smiled, giving you a glimpse of the dimple that you loved so much.

“Here, the water should be ready.” He gestured you to stand. He sat up, almost instantly feeling the pain between your legs hit you.

“Din, it hurts.” You point down towards your pelvis.

“Sorry, cyar’ika. I’ll be gentle next time.” You remove the sheet from atop of you, picking you into his arms. “Maybe I don’t want you to be gentle.” You bring his chin down to your face, holding his jaw, his shaved stubble already growing back.

He slowly lowers you into the tub, Getting in behind you, The warm water already helping with the ache that your husband caused between your legs. You felt his soft kisses as he began to wash along your back, which you could feel sweat dripping from.

“I’m glad we decided on this planet.” You smiled, looking out of the blinds on the window that gave you a view of the foggy lake right outside of the home you were staying in. The wookies welcomed you and Din with open arms to stay on their planet during your honeymoon. “I wouldn’t mind staying here for much longer.”

“How much longer.” Din rose an eyebrow, smirking.”Just a couple more days, my love, not forever.”

“Hmmph well, I’m glad we chose it too, Can’t believe we almost went to Hoth. We’d be freezing half to death right about how.”

“That and that wookies here are so nice and helpful. Din cupped some of the still slightly steaming water into his hands, letting it drizzle down your now clean back as you washed your arms and chest. You leaned against him, feeling his breath on your neck and his kisses to your hair.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days with you, Cyar’ika.”

“And I you, Din Djarin.”

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Translation

riduur : husband/wife

cyar’ika : darling/sweetheart

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