Hi, I would really like to request Din comforting wife reader near their daughters first birthday when reader still hasn’t lost the baby weight. I get really self conscious about not fitting in my bras and could just imagine Din being so sweet and loving about it and maybe taking her on a shopping spree at their next stop to get some new lingerie that make reader feel pretty and smutty times ensue with some amazing smutty praise 😍
This is just darling. It's PRECIOUS
Reader-Specific Writing: Body After Baby
Din Djarin x Female Reader
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Word Count: 4.6k
Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)please read these warnings thoroughly, as there may be triggering aspects written here.
Body insecurity, parenting, mentions of pregnancy, breeding kink, lactation kink, body worship, helmetless Din, vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, established relationship/marriage, reader is a mama, I thiiiiiink that’s it
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A/N: I really, truly adore this. And what's even better is I made it for my best friend. I hope you love it bb <3
Okay, dear lord baby Jesus, let me find the strength. This was, um, LEWD. I LOVED IT!!! Y'all already know what a country accent and daddy kink do to me.
Favorite line: You’re always teasing him with the term ‘daddy’ to get him horny and feral, but what would it do to you? Just thinking about the reaction you may have was enough to fuel his next words. “I can’t get enough of your pussy babydoll, it’s just so warm and tasty.”
Another short one but does that even matter? This was so sexy
Favorite line: ' "Please baby, it would make daddy so happy." He growls into your neck, folding his arms under your bust, he nips your jaw. "Show daddy where you need him." '
Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) king!Din, possessive Din (Jesus yes), size kink, breeding kink, spanking, brief choking, female masturbation, semi-public sex, mentions of battle, brief mentions of death.
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A/N: good lord this was so fun to write, also co-written with @phnyx. Shocker, ikr? There’s some Mando’a in here too, but I have the translations for y’all in quotations after the sentences where it’s used ♥️
you’ve been working with Din for a while, and you’ve grown quite fond of him and you suspect the mandalorian feels the same but you know he won’t make a move on you. He’s too stoic. Man of a few words. You’ve been dancing around each other, occasional touches, lingering gazes and all. You decide to take matters in your own hand because you’re a little brat, so you gradually do little mundane things to play with him, like being messier with your clothes, the strap on your tank tops falling down, no bra, etc. Mundane things that you know he’s gonna notice and drive him wild. One day you land on a little planet with lots of fresh water, so you decide to undress in front of him to bathe, making sure you look at him the whole time but making it very nonchalant and casual, keeping your usual cool and cold temper which drives him nuts
DO AS YOU PLEASE WITH MY THOTS ❤️🔥 im not a writer so I’m leaving these thots with you for a lil request idea🥺🥺🥺
Hun, I love this. I fell in love and ran away with this prompt and your ideas, I hope you like it <3
Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) angsty Mando, arguing, dirty talk, light choking, some hair pulling, somewhat rough sex, vaginal sex (the helmet stays on oof), mentions of Grogu (we love and miss the baby), and I think that’s it lol
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A/N: I hate to jump on the “I hate Din’s new ship” bandwagon, but I hate Din’s new ship lmao. So, in here, we’re gonna pretend the Razor Crest is still around. This fic also takes place after The Mandalorian season 2 finale.
At this point, you’ve lost track of how many fights the two of you have gotten in. And it wasn’t just an everyday occurrence, it happened multiple times a day. Whether it was over who ate the last granola bar, who was currently in the shower, or who was snoring too loud, the two of you always found something to argue about.
Part of you supposes it’s due to your close quarters. Since the child left you and Din had been on the ship alone, with only the two of you to keep each other company. And usually, spending time with Din wasn’t bad. You didn’t always fight like this; he’d become quite irritable since the child left, still in mourning and honestly angry at the world. It’s not like he was dead, but he was gone, he was definitely gone. Before he left, though, you and Din were quite fond of each other. It got to the point where you genuinely thought you were seconds away from forming a true relationship. But when the child left, and Din got the dark saber, everything changed. He became so much colder, so much harder and rougher around the edges.
This is what you’re thinking about as you lay on the sand, rubbing your toes into the soft yet gritty texture of it. The warmth radiating from both the ground and above felt nice, the tropical breeze blowing by allowing you to breathe. There’s a vast ocean sitting before you, covering most of the planet, actually, and is more a tinted turquoise than pure blue. Glee Anselm, a world you’d never be to before, but one Din has frequented in the past. Covered with mainly small and isolated islands, it was the perfect place for the two of you to rest and rinse off. The Crest’s water tank was out and well, actually, you’d rather not get into it. You’d already fought about it enough earlier.
While the planet is covered in a wide variety of terrain, Din made sure to find a beach when docking the ship. He found an island big enough for the Crest to land on while still being too small to inhabit much life. The color of the sand is almost white, the water clear enough to see through to the bottom before it gets too deep. Trees scatter the small piece of land, as well, some nearing the shoreline and others casting off to form a small grove. It’s warm too, the sun hot though not powerful enough to burn your skin. And as you’re taking in the refreshing scenery, you decide it’s finally time to hop in. With a quick glance back at Din, you call his name.
He’s further behind you, still near the Crest. He’s taking apart and cleaning his weapons, off in his own mess of a world. The Mandalorian looks up at you upon hearing his name, only slightly regretting telling you it.
“Yeah?”
You jerk your head back in the direction of the ocean. “Can I get in?”
He sighs, groaning slightly and shaking his head as he returns to his weapons. “I don’t care what you do.”
Okay, so he’s still annoyed. Great. And besides, it’s not like you were asking permission to go in the water, you just wanted to know if there’s anything dangerous you should look out for. He is more familiar with this planet than you are. But fine, you’ll just have to go it alone.
“Are you just gonna sit there?” you sneer, turning back and twisting your face up at him as you begin to undress.
“What? You think I’m gonna look?” he snaps back, visor still trained on the metal piece he’s cleaning in his hand.
“I don’t know,” you continue on, provoking him further without even realizing it.
“Go do whatever the hell it is you want to do.” He finally shouts, “Just make sure you do it away from me.”
You roll your eyes, turning back toward the ocean. What a fucking drama queen. Grogu leaving has really gotten to him. But just because he was dealing with his son’s absence didn’t mean he had to take it out on you.
With a few quick movements, you’re in your underclothes, deciding that you no longer care if Din sees. And while he’s hell bent on not seeing you, on focusing on his current task, your naked body walking into the waves is almost impossible to avoid. His blood boils inside, certain that you’re testing him. Din tosses the piece of metal down into the sand, leaning forward and placing a hand on his knee, leaning on his other forearm as he now blatantly watches you. He wants to test you back.
Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) excessive amounts of dirty talk, slight praise kink, slight innocence kink, size kink, spanking, degradation, helmetless and possessive Din (that’s how we like him best), oral sex and mentions of it (m and f receiving), vaginal sex, and suggested cumplay.
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A/N: we are just gonna imagine that the Crest didn’t get destroyed for this one lmao. Also, this fic had a ton of typos for some reason, so lmk if I missed any!
You’re a mess, but in all honesty, when weren’t you? Situations like these made you almost go numb; it was that overwhelming. It’s as if you’d never been fucked before, and you suppose that before Din maybe you truly hadn’t. Really, nothing compared. It didn’t matter if another was bigger than him or if they had more muscle, no one took care of you the way Din did. No one broke you the way he did.
It was early morning when you’d woken up, just barely managing to get a peak of him as he slipped away. The lowering of the Crest’s ramp made your eyes momentarily burn, the morning sun invading your black hole of a home. It was always so dark in the Crest, and similar to its previous comparison, it seemed as if time was nonexistent when inside the ship, too.
He was leaving for a hunt and trying to do so quietly. Din always did his best to sneak away when leaving, knowing how upset it made you to see him go. Sometimes, he’d be gone for days. You wouldn’t know where he was or who he was hunting or when he’d be back. It made you incredibly needy, to say the least.
You felt overly clingy, like a child – lost in the world without him. But when he came back, it all seemed to be worth it. Sometimes he liked to pretend it bothered him, like your incredible attachment to him was annoying. But in reality… Din loves it, he loves how fucking needy you are. He feeds off of it. It was cute, really, watching him do his best to push down his emotions when the first thing he’d do when he got inside the Crest was practically jump on you. Your overwhelming emotions would be embarrassing if it were anyone else but him. But with Din, you had no reservations when it came to expressing yourself – and neither did he.
“Oh,” he chokes out, grunting slightly as he punches himself down your throat. “Your pretty mouth takes me so good…”
He looks down at you, helmet having been thrown to the side so he can see you with his naked eyes. One of his hands stays on the back of your head, keeping your close. The other messily brushes the hair from your face, moving to cup your jaw once he can see you. You glance up to meet his eyes, mouth currently full of him. His lips part, a low gasp forced from his throat as he stares down at you.
For just a moment, he’d slowed his motions, just to get a look at your face. And his heart almost stops as he takes in your innocent expression, so willing to sink down to your knees and pleasure him. He hadn’t even washed himself, still sweaty and grimy from his day-long hunt. And you found it incredibly tempting, the thought of sucking him off while he’s still filthy from pursuing his prey. You can smell him, the musk of his sweat mixed with the irony tinge of his sacred armor, as well as the scent of plasma from the blaster he almost always carries at his hip. You can also taste him, the salty drops accumulating along his skin, clear evidence of how hard he’s worked today.
“That’s it…” he groans, voice strained as he throws his head back.
His pelvis slaps against your mouth as he repeatedly dives inside, holding you with both hands while yours remain behind your back, just where he’d told you to put them. He likes to see you vulnerable, likes to have you completely at his mercy.
“Ner laandur dala,” he sighs out. “I’ve been getting hard all day just thinking about you.” (my delicate girl)
You moan around him, the sound forcing some of your spit out past your lips and around his cock. His lips curl when he feels this, head dropping down to watch your drool fall onto your chest. He’s amazed by it; you really do swallow him so well.
“Baby,” he suddenly huffs out, jaw dropping completely as his brows furrow in the center. “I’m, I’m gonna cum.”
The happy hum you emit is what sends him over the edge, swirling your tongue around his thick member and moving your mouth even quicker for him. His thrusts force your head back against the wall, the motion so vigorous it would’ve hurt if his hand wasn’t in the way. He continues to hold the back of your head and the right side of your jaw, fucking himself down your throat. Those deeply focused brown eyes close, pinching shut as he’s finally engulfed by the incredible wave of his high.
“Mm…” he roughly sighs out, hips pressed firmly against your face and sandwiching you between himself and the wall.
The first spurt shoots from his tip, hitting the back of your throat with a few droplets landing on your tongue. And more comes, of course, filling your mouth with a liquid warmth you’ve become especially fond of. It’s more bitter than his sweat, not as salty and definitely thicker in its consistency. It oozes down your throat, your tongue ushering it back with small swallows. Din’s hips continue to rotate against your face, no longer thrusting but just rubbing himself against you as his cock sits at the back of your throat. He’s looking down at you now, breathing out of his open mouth, in absolute awe of the pleasure you never cease to deliver.
Even though he’s just cum, he remains firm on your tongue. His body’s not done, not yet satisfied. With that realization, he retracts his hips, leaning down and hauling you up by your biceps. The motion is so quick that it provides enough momentum to lift your body up, allowing Din to easily place you on your shared cot in the Crest’s metal bunk. His hands then move to your hips, shoving you backwards and further into the modest metal space. In a few quick motions, he’s able to flip you onto your stomach, lifting your hips into the air until your legs bend to settle on your knees.
He's become quite the expert in shedding his armor, specifically at such a rapid pace. He admired the sacred adornments and treated them with respect but didn’t have time to place each one in their case during moments like these. So, he settled for laying them out on the ground to come back to when you were done. Within just a few moments, he’s bare and climbing into the bunk behind you. He settles near your backside, pelvis pressing against your ass with his cock resting between your cheeks. Both hands come to rest on your backside, giving you a small squeeze. His right one leaves you quickly though, hips and fingers moving to rub his head against your lips from behind.
“Tell me you want it,” he then says, voice breathy and rough. “Tell me how desperate you are for it – how much you like to be used.”
“Mm, Din…” you whine out in protest, feeling bashful now that you’re on full display for him.
“Tell me.” he continues, his tone surprisingly calm while he rubs his erection across your plump skin. “Just a few minutes ago you had your mouth wide open, begging me to fuck your face. You gonna beg me to fuck your cunt, too?”
“Please baby.” you whimper, your aching sex throbbing as you wait for him to enter.
The harsh sting that shivers across your backside serves as a reminder of what’s to come if you’re bad, what you’ll be punished with if you don’t respond.
“Please baby.” he callously mocks. “I know you can do better than that.”
“Diiiin,” you girlishly groan, face nuzzling into the sheets. “Baby, you make me so wet, I thought about you all day. Thought about how I rubbed my pussy against your cock last night, how you let me sit on your face until your tongue made me cum. Make me feel good again baby, please, I want it.”
“There she is,” he proudly says, warm palms rubbing over your cheeks. “There’s my needy girl.”
He’s smiling behind you, so much so that his dimple shows. His head drops down, smile remaining as he positions himself. The sigh that hits the air is similar to that of a hiss, the tip of him returning to the warm, welcoming place he’d spent hours in beneath the blanket of darkness within his ship.
“Keep talking, baby girl.” He breathes out, staring down as he continues to slide in. “You were so shy just a minute ago… but I know you.”
Series Summary: Your new life on Naboo brings you back to your old roots, unfortunately cutting ties in the process; however, making a home on the bountiful planet proves to be wise, allowing you and Din to rest and connect in peace while contemplating when he should begin his search for your clan’s foundling. But just as new life begins to bloom, the return of a Sith Lord threatens the family you’re about to create.
Original series trope: friends to lovers
(*) = smut
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Anticipated to be between 15-19 chapters in length.
Blurred Lines - Chapter Thirteen: Which Path To Choose
Din Djarin x Force Sensitive F!Reader
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Word count: 6.6k
Warnings: mentions/descriptions of death, gore, very dark-themed, existential dread
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Summary: Din and Cara are determined to find you, and once they do, they swear they will never let you go. Unfortunately, they don’t get the chance to keep their word. What will happen when you’re given the option of a new life, or death?
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A/N: Okay y’all, this is it, the last chapter of our series ☹
You want to say it’s strange, but for him, it’s not. It’s soothing, so comforting, for both him and you. You think it may be because he’s lacked touch all his life, lacked the feel of another’s warm skin touching his own. Not only was Din deprived of touch, but he was also deprived of nearly every other sense he had, too. The armor he adorned left him secluded inside his own metal cage of a world. This is also likely what fueled his curiosities.
Din was so experimental, so curious, especially with his tongue. He wants to put it everywhere, in every hole and crease he can find. It’s filthy the way he yearns for it. He begs to taste you, to roll his hot tongue over your skin. The saltiness of your skin after he’s railed you into oblivion, the taste of your spit with or without his cum on your tongue, the sour tang of the liquid dripping out of your cunt. He wanted it, he wanted it all.
But then there were times when Din took a gentler approach, times when he felt soft and sweet and just wanted to be held. This was one of those times.
Sometimes, Din just wanted to kiss. He wanted to feel your lips on his as you molded them together, massaging them against the other’s. He’d feel the softness of your skin run against his lips, tenderly tasting and exploring your mouth. He’ll do this for however long he wants, working himself up to the point where he just has to slide his tongue inside, has to rub his crotch against your leg and remove his gloves to feel your warm, soft skin. He likes your feel, your taste; you truly made Din’s body run wild.
He’d pulled you aside once the ship jumped into hyperspace. Your following destination was further away than the last, and Din could think of no better way to spend that time than indulging every one of his senses in you. And you were compliant, like usual.
After the very first time you had experienced Din’s body and what he could do to yours, you couldn’t get enough. You spent every day by your partner’s side, watching the armor-covered man walking through the streets and sending terror in whichever direction he pleased. You watched him fight, watched him plan, watched him hunt, all while knowing how warm his skin felt and how long and soft the curls beneath his helmet were. Your heart’s beat skipped at just the thought of him taking you, the thought of his bare body on yours. It wasn’t fair he had to hide himself from the world, from you when outside the Crest. You couldn’t touch him when he had his armor on, not really. But when it was off, you touched every place you could.
Summary: Memories from the past flow freely through your mind, leading the two of you confess your intentions to Greef and Cara. The future feels bright but an unexpected moment quickly tears that thought to shreds.
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A/N: ok wow I put my heart and SOUL into this chapter. I really love how it turned out, and I hope you guys love it too!
It was hard, it was really fucking hard. Childbirth was not something you expected to be this difficult; it took everything from you. Everything you could possibly give, you gave to that child, putting all of your energy in bringing them into this world. It was more than anything you could’ve prepared for, absolutely tearing you open from the inside and exhausting your body to its limit.
But, after all that, you had him. A son. A little baby boy that was half you, and half the man you loved. You can’t believe it, he’s so tiny and precious. Grogu would’ve loved to have a little brother to play with.
“Can I…” Din starts, entirely hesitant as he fiddles with his gloves. “Could I, could I hold him?”
“Din,” you giggle softly, cradling the newborn in your arms. “Of course.”
Blurred Lines - Chapter Eleven: Focusing on the Future
Din Djarin x Force Sensitive F!Reader
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Word count: 4.8k
Warnings: descriptions of fighting, soft!Din, not too much else lol
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Summary: Your partner and previous master strike a deal regarding the child’s fate, spurring a playfully-competitive nature as you work together once again. Once the task is done, Din surprises you with a promise unlike any other.
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A/N: I love this, I love this so much. The relationship the reader and Din have makes my heart melt, not to toot my own horn lol. I just really REALLY love this series.
Also, next chapter has some big Ahsoka x reader moments, Cara x reader moments, and some intense surprises. I can't waittttt
Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) possessive!Din, mention of an age gap, praise kink, voice kink, slight nipple play, oral (m receiving) vaginal sex.
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Summary: Thanks to the revelation of your truth, your relationship with the Mandalorian has grown to new heights. Your reunion with your old master then changes your mission’s timeline drastically.
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A/N: *sigh* something about calling him babe/baby just gives me a vibe. Also, we will definitely be getting more moments between Ahsoka and reader, so stay tuned (;
Warnings: little bit of gore, vaginal sex, teeny bit of butt play (f receiving), oral (f receiving), dom! Din, moral angst lol.
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Summary: Your feelings of power quickly return when you complete a mission on your own, allowing you to fully reclaim your bond with Din. Just when things seem calm, you’re spiraling all over again when you hear an old friend’s name.
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A/N: Ahhh more Din sexy time hell fucking YES!!! Also, this was my first shot at gore, it was kinda fun lol, let me know what you think!
Warnings: no smut in this chapter, just character angst and soft Din <3
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Summary: An inn on Trask offers an ounce of privacy for you and Din while recovering. After meeting the Mandalorians of another covert, Din ventures off on a mission, causing you to look for some work of your own.
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A/N: God I’m so glad I’m writing for this series again I missed my baby so much. Many apologies to everyone who looks forward to this series, I took way too long of a break from my tin can man and baby green guy.
Side note: I named this chapter “Gray” because I just get an overall neutral vibe from it. Beside from the very beginning and the very end, it’s pretty chill. From the rainy weather on the planet of Trask to the tired yet loving moments the reader and Din share, it feels like we really get to see them relax for the first time in a hot minute. I hope y’all enjoy <3
Summary: A friend from Tatooine turns out to be more than you’d assumed, and Din’s possessiveness for you continues to sky-rocket when meeting this mystery man. Din’s ever-growing emotions prompt him to craft a special gift.
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A/N: Oooooh yes I like me some Dom! Din.
Yikes this was longer than expected but I love it lol. Before you guys come for me, I absolutely love Cobb Vanth, he fucking stole that episode, but I can imagine Din’s reaction isn’t subtle when Cobb gets a little handsy. I feel like there’s a lot going on in this chapter but if you’ve seen the show it shouldn’t be too hard to follow along. Lol, enjoy
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