Just got my second does and man am I feeling it :( If anyone has sick!reader fic suggestions or wants to write one please let me know
Just got my second does and man am I feeling it :( If anyone has sick!reader fic suggestions or wants to write one please let me know
‘Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum’ i love you/i know you forever
Welcome to May the Books Be With You, a bookstore that is simultaneously cozy and crazy, located in all times and all places, housing a multitude of words and pages. As the store owner, you take pride in finding the perfect story for any creature that makes its way through your doors. Whether it's a historical narrative for an amphibious Jedi, a calming romance for a battle-weary clone trooper, or a fun collection of children's poems for a new Mandalorian father... Your store has it all, and you are more than eager to help every patron walk away with their next happily ever after.
Din Djarin and Grogu
It had been a rather slow day for you, the kind that usually made you restless and just a little mad. It hardly surprised you this time of year, with the weather being so nice and the trade season starting to pick up. It was not the best time to hunker down with a book. But that understanding did not help pass the time by any easier. You wished you had saved your weekly shelf dusting for today. Instead, you had squeezed it into the same day as you'd stocked the new shipment and paid the utility bills, like a dumbass.
By mid-afternoon, you had completed yet another round of pacing through the shelves, realigning books that weren't actually askew, pretending you hadn't seen some of the titles before and skimming the first few pages. You made your way back to the front counter and let yourself bend over it with a frustrated huff.
Stretching yourself over the wooden surface felt nice. Just as you were starting to think maybe you could try some yoga moves, there was the familiar jingle of the little bell on the front door handle. You jolted upright, hoping the customer hadn't noticed you unprofessionally, and probably unflatteringly, contorting yourself over the counter.
"Good day," you smiled up at the unusual figure standing awkwardly in the entrance. He was entirely clad in what looked to be beskar armor, with a shiny helmet, flowing cape, straps of ammo across his chest, and what looked to be some sort of weapon poking up from behind his back. He had a bag slung over one shoulder, and nestled in the crook of it by his hip, was a little green creature.
You knew from your perusal of certain demographic books that your customer of the day was a Mandalorian. The T-shaped visor alone was indication enough, but you were aware of the significance of beskar, too; Mandalorian iron, it was sometimes called out in these parts. It was also safe to assume that he was some sort of bounty hunter.
But the creature at his side gave you pause. You were sure you had seen its kind before, but you couldn't pinpoint any specific names or memories. Whatever its species, it sure was adorable. Its eyes blinked slowly while its large ears quirked from side to side as it took in its surroundings. It held a curiosity that most of your customers tended to have, despite it seeming so young. You felt your smile lingering as you gazed at it.
The Mandalorian took a few hesitant steps inside, turning his helmeted head around slowly.
"Can I help you find anything?" you asked, used to this kind of behavior. Sometimes people came into your quirky little shop with a purpose, while others simply ended up there, unsure why they felt compelled to enter, and unable to walk away. As if pulled in by a magical force.
The Mandalorian shifted. "Um, I was hoping to find something for the little one."
His voice was filtered through his helmet, but you could still hear the shyness, how he carefully enunciated his words, how he seemed to be hiding his true nature.
You came from around the counter, still beaming at the "the little one" in the pouch. Its face titled up at you and its little hands grasped at each other in comfort.
"Did you have anything in mind?" You looked between creature and helmet, hoping one of them would give you something useful to go off of. You had a knack for finding the right book for the right person, but you needed some kind of starting point.
The Mandalorian shrugged. "Some kind of activity? Something to keep him busy, so he stops messing with the buttons on my ship."
He said the last part more quietly, like he didn't mean to be upset about it but still found it tiresome. You briefly wondered what their connection was. It wasn't often you saw a bounty hunter toting around a kid, and of a vastly different species, no less.
But you pushed that thought aside so you could consider the challenge at hand. An activity book....
"This way," you said after a beat, as you headed down an isle toward your left.
The shelves weren't arranged in a pattern, and the books on them weren't in a logical order, either. You liked it that way. It ensured you would always be needed.
You snaked through a few rows before arriving at your destination, the Mandalorian and his little friend directly behind. You stooped to wiggle out a thin book from one of the lower shelves and splayed it open between you and your customers.
"Maybe something like this?" you asked, slowly flipping between the pages so he could see. Each page was a photo of a whole mess of random objects; brightly colored marbles and unique figurines and letters in funky fonts and countless other items that made for an interesting landscape.
"There's prompts to find certain objects," you explained, "but even if he can't read, it's still fun to look at.
The Mandalorian brought the satchel around and you lowered the book so the child could see it.
"What do you think?" the Mandalorian asked him. The child cooed and held his hand out at it, his eyes unblinking as it scanned over the open page. The Mandalorian chuckled a little. "Looks like we'll take it."
You happily handed the book over, but you didn't feel fully satisfied. You squinted your eyes into the distance, feeling like there was more this odd duo could use.
"Do you read to him?" you asked, though you didn't wait for an answer. You headed off down the isle and turned the corner.
"I don't really have the time..." the Mandalorian said. He pulled up as he came around the corner and found you crouched at the end cap.
"Here," you said, having found what you were looking for. You didn't display it this time, passing it to him confidently. "It's a book of poems. Nothing fancy or weird. They're really cute. Most are short, too, so it'll fit into your busy schedule."
You winked playfully, but couldn't tell if he'd noticed or was looking at the book instead. He opened it and carefully thumbed through the pages with a gloved hand. You added, just as an extra selling point, "Most kids like being read to. It's comforting. Helps them grow."
The helmet titled up a bit and nodded at you.
Maybe you were imagining it, but he sounded just a little excited. You held back a self-satisfied grin and instead looked down at the kid in question. The Mandalorian followed your gaze and you both noticed the creature had pulled a book off the shelf next to him. He somehow seemed even more enamored with this one than he had the other book.
"What do you have there?" The Mandalorian angled the book to get a better look at the cover and you laughed. It had the silhouette of a man's head covered in chainmail. You suspected it reminded the kid of his own armor-clad caretaker.
"It's a story about a hero defeating monsters and becoming king of the land," you explained. "It's been translated from a very old language, so it might be difficult to read aloud. But it's a good story, so might be worth it."
The Mandalorian sighed. "Then I guess we'll take that one too."
He fished out some coins from his pocket and deposited them into your hand. You followed the pair back to the front of the store, wishing you'd found a way to keep them here longer, but recognizing the life of a bounty hunter meant keeping on the move.
"I hope you two find your way back here again someday," you said in parting. The Mandalorian paused with a hand on the doorknob, his helmet glinting in the afternoon sun that poured through the windowed doors. "I'd even watch the little guy for you, if you needed."
The Mandalorian chuckled, a soft and pleasant sound. "I just may take you up on that offer. Thank you for your help."
He gave you one last nod as he pushed through the doors. You tried waving at the child, but he was too busy cooing at all his new books. You watched as they made their way down the street and out of sight, and then turned back toward your empty store.
Now, about that yoga....
I Spy: A Book of Picture Riddles, Scholastic publishing
Where the Sidewalk Ends, by Shel Silverstein
Beowulf, translation by Seamus Heaney
what if Din was the imposter
Summary: A short, alternate take on a scene in Chapter 3: The Sin.
New Mando and Grogu cute piece in works - should I draw Din with or without helmet? Tell me your opinion, I have couple of hours to work on setup and background before doodling him💜
Get into that spooky, supernatural mindset with my Haunted Din playlist on Spotify!
Beautiful commission from the amazing @ashleyrguillory for the latest chapter of my fic, Naberrie Blooms, Black Lilies. Din’s definitely having a hard time keeping his hands to himself, lately. 🔥
Thank you SO MUCH ASHLEY!!!! 🖤
✨NO SAINTS CHAPTER NINE WILL BE POSTED ON THURSDAY 22ND APRIL AT 6PM BST✨
Rating: E, Eventually (maybe, if it’s what The People want)
Chapter Words: 2,741
Summary: Five years after the Child - after Grogu, and the Jedi, and the destruction of the Razor Crest - Mando is still just a simple bounty hunter trying to make his way in a cruel, uncaring galaxy. He has to make credits somehow, and when old friend Peli Motto offers him a job, he's bound by his honor, his Creed and the sizable payment involved to say yes.
He didn't count on transporting two passengers instead of one.
Warnings: Angst, hints of PTSD, two standoffish mysterious idiots who won’t talk, baby
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Chapter Two - The Promise
Mando is too used to being alone.
He can’t remember the last time he traveled with a passenger on this ship - if, indeed, ever. He’s been a nomad since- He’s been a nomad for a very long time, traveling from place to place without need or concern for another’s presence. But suddenly, the silence of the cockpit is oppressive, and the company of his own thoughts leads him to dark places where he never thought he would return.
He knows why, of course. Knows why but won’t allow himself to think it. He’s long since walled off that part of himself with durasteel and Beskar, sworn he won’t ever put himself in such a position again - and yet, here he is. Thinking. Remembering. And it’s like he can’t catch a full breath; like suddenly he’s trapped in this ship, in his armor, in his head, and he doesn’t know how to escape.
With a grunt, Mando pushes himself up away from the controls, out of the pilot’s seat, and leaves the quiet contemplation of the stars - and himself - behind.
He’ll just avoid her, he thinks, he won’t approach her quarters again until they arrive at their destination, and with any luck he won’t have to see the woman - or her cargo - until she’s walking down the ramp of the Guardian, never to be seen or thought about again.
Mando is, of course, wrong.
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It finally took me 17 hours !
Din Djarin NSFW Alphabet
Warnings: smut, obviously. NSFW below the cut
A/N: This isn’t proofread so I apologise, but I had thots. Also sorry for comparing him to a grandpa who hates technology but it’s true. We’ve all seen what he flies. I’ve also had about five glasses of champagne and it’s past midnight. That’s a warning on its own.
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Affection is something new to him so while he’s melting he is also a little awkward at times as he takes his literal and metaphorical armour off. Considerate, and will get you anything you need. Once he’s comfortable with a partner expect that man to be wrapped in with you and won’t let you go until Grogu wants attention.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Din’s never really thought about his favourite body part but he has a particular appreciate for his hands, wielding weapons with deadly precision and bringing you precision.
As for yours he is far from a fussy man, the sight of you naked is enough to make that man melt. But he’d have an appreciation for the less sexual parts of you and those which reflect your strength, arms, legs, shoulders even.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
He prefers the intimacy of cumming inside of you, which is eventually how he catches on to the fact he has a breeding kink but there’ll be more on that later.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Din is a quiet man with a mysterious past, no doubt he has some secrets. But his would be his sexual experience, wild and badly thought out flings he had in his twenties on missions with people like Xi’an, solely for pleasure and his own exploration. But eventually that excitement/curiosity wore off as they left him feeling empty, and he hadn’t been with anyone for quite a long time, leaving him not inexperienced per say having to rediscover sex.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
See above. He’s had a handful of partners, most who have likely tried backstabbing him eg Xi’an. Knows how to do it well enough but never really explored what he likes in particular, just how to get from point A to B. That changes when he finds a serious relationship with a person he can trust.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
When he’s feeling intimate, missionary, especially if he isn’t wearing a helmet. But if he is wearing a helmet then likely doggy or bent over somewhere on the Razor Crest. He wouldn’t be opposed to being ridden in the cockpit either. Long missions lead to lots of different places and positions to explore.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Pretty serious in the moment, in a long relationship he may be more lighthearted in foreplay and afterwards, but in the moment itself he’s focused on your pleasure and then finding his.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
It was something he never really cared about before being in a relationship, even then he probably wouldn’t think twice about it unless you mentioned. Although the man puts enough care into his grooming to have a fine moustache and groomed facial hair so if he’s feeling fancy he may do a bit of grooming. And as for does the carpet match the drapes we have that one Narcos scene as a visual.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Incredibly intimate. Sex in the past had been cold and purely physical. Once he’s with someone he views sex as an act of intimacy rather than pleasure. Will make every moment as meaningful as he possibly can, preferring to show his feelings for you through touch and the intimacy of sex as words can sometimes fail him.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
When he was in his twenties and exploring his body he likely did it often, but as he got older and his sex drive decreased he never really thought about it, he would prefer to get his thrills from bounty hunting. But once he starts having sec regularly and if he’s separated from you for a prolonged period of time he’d likely have some very x rated images of you in his mind while going about his business.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Breeding kink: something that was a bit of a surprise to him. Kids were never on his mind until he adopted Grogu, then when he saw you with him it drove him crazy, romantically and sexually. Between coming inside of you and imagining you pregnant it took a surprisingly long time for him to realise, but once he did he started hoping having a child with you would become a reality.
Power play: nothing violent or degrading, but simply a give and take of power depending on your needs at the moment. Sometimes he just wants to lie back and let you take power, take care of him. Other times when everything is getting to him sometimes he just wants to be in control, be dominant.
Light Bondage: Sometimes he likes to use restraints on you, play around with the arsenal he no doubt has on the Razor Crest, but nothing too extreme. Also can’t lie, he’d find the image of you tied up with ropes extremely erotic, to him it’s art.
Weapon kink?: not in a violent way but nothing can get that man off like watching you with a blaster, it stirs the Mandalorian in him.
Cockwarming; he craves intimacy, combined with that and his breeding kink he absolutely loves nothing more than to stay inside of you after you’ve both finished.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
The Razor Crest. That man will take you on every surface of that ship given the chance.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Fighting, any sort of adrenaline rush can easily lead to other urges. Even something as primal as seeing you hot and sweaty after a fight can spark something primal in him. Other times when he’s a bit softer, seeing you with the kid is everything he needs to want to give you a child that you can raise together.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Nothing that would hurt you. His job is filled with violence, it’s the last thing he wants with you. He might not be opposed to marking you up a bit with his mouth but he refuses to lay a hand on you. He sees you as a mother to Grogu, his riduur, treats you with the upmost respect. Even if you wanted him to delve into BDSM he would be extremely hesitant. You two definitely might have some rough sex that could result in some bruises on the hips but nothing beyond that.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
If he won’t take the helmet off then he genuinely does feel apologetic for not being able to return the favour, hence him feeling a bit guilty about receiving under those circumstances. But if he’s comfortable taking it off then he’s between your legs, exploring every inch of you. At first he might not be thinking about it when he’s kissing up your thighs, then notices how you react when he reaches the apex, curiously deciding to explore more until he realises how much pleasure it gives you. While uncertain at first he tries his best, letting you guide him, it may take a little time but he’s an eager learner. As for receiving as long as he can give back he’s more than happy to receive, absolutely becoming a mess when you pleasure him, to him even that is an extremely intimate act and he will smother you with affection after returning the favour.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on the mood. If he’s feeling soft then slow and sensual, intimate and drawn out. But if he’s stressed or particularly turned on after a dangerous bounty or whatever it may be then he can be fast and rough, however will definitely take extra care of you afterwards.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
With a kid sometimes it’s the only chance you two get, but if you have alone time or strategically allow some of your friends on Nevarro to babysit for a night then he will take his time with you, all night long.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He can definitely take some risks while in the right mood, not much of an exhibitionist as he wants to be the only one who sees you like that, but as for experimenting, locations and positions, you name it, he’ll be up for almost anything you want to try unless it involves pain or degradation.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
On a long night he can go for a while, until you find your pleasure and some. Alternating between mouth and cock and fingers. He will keep going until you can’t take anymore, or until it’s both so late you two are exhausted. But if it’s a regular night then he’ll go one solid round, likely getting you off once already before he takes you. Regardless he likes to make sure you come at least twice on any given night, focusing on your pleasure is a distraction for him from all the danger in your lives.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
That man hates droids, he is the equivalent of a grandpa who hates new technology (I’m sorry but it’s true.) He will be opposed to it but after some convincing he might find himself liking the idea of watching you with a vibrator and using it on you every once and a while. But over all will much prefer to get you off using his own body, and will insist on it even if you do convince him to use a toy on you first, which would be a miracle on its own.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Verbally and physically he will tease you in public, or if you have to wait to be able to get it on, but once you’re alone he prefers to get to it. On long nights he might be a bit of a tease, drawing your pleasure out but ultimately will make sure you get it and more. And he doesn’t like to be teased, he really just wants to be loved and thoroughly.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Grunts, he tries not to be too loud but damn does he sound good. And when you take him in your mouth, he loses all self control and that’s when he gets loud.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Paranoid as hell about Grogu walking in on the two of you. That kid gets up to enough mischief as it is, honestly Din will triple check the kid is in deep deep sleep before doing anything, and checks three more times again that the door is locked. Grogu is the worst cockblocker in the universe but Din loves the kid too much to ever admit it.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Longer than average, thick, big but not painfully huge. At first he has no clue how big he is until you tell him and he tries not to appear flattered but he’s blushing beneath that helmet.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Was pretty low for a long time as he didn’t make it a priority, preferred bounty hunting for thrills, but once he started having sex with you he craved it, and would take the chance every time it appeared to him. With a kid it might not happen as often as you’d like but he makes the most of it.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He is constantly alert, so it’s hard for him to relax enough to sleep, but slowly with you he lets himself relax enough that he might doze off with you afterwards, but often he likes to lay there holding you while you sleep and he keeps an eye out.
Luke: *destroys 50 imperial droids on the way to Grogu*
Din: thats literally so freaking hot