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Expectations

Din Djarin x Afab!reader

Word Count: 2,300

This is gift No. 2 for @pedrostories Secret Santa 2022 for the wonderful @prolix-yuy 🎁🎁🎅(Gift No. 1 here)

Her prompt was "Didn't go as expected"

Summary: Over time your employer becomes your lover. Din exceeds your expectations in every way possible. But when it comes time to finally see him...Din did not expect for you to be the one terrified to see his face.

A/N- for the sake of this story, the creed has no loop holes.

Warnings- 18+ mentions of fingering, oral and PiV. Injury. Time skips.

Din was never what you expected. When you went to work for him you expected the job to be short lived. He had a reputation in the guild for being the best but maybe not the most liked. You mistook his silence for callousness, when in fact, it was simply a sort of shyness.

"Are you afraid of me?" He flat out asked after weeks of you not mentioning things you needed, depriving yourself and keeping conversations short. He noticed.

"No. I don't know. I…I don't know…you're quiet and I don't want to piss you off. This is your ship, your rules, your credits." You sat in the dim hull on your makeshift bunk.

He shifts his weight before he speaks. "I'm used to being alone and I understand most people don't live as simply as I do. I'm worried…about you. We're partners now, I need to know if you need something."

Keeping things professional, you replied, "You're right. I'll be a better communicator. I'm sorry." But you were still surprised,"You worried about me?"

Din nodded, "I know you're here for your mechanical skills but I need you to have my back, can't do that if we're not…aligned. It gets dangerous out here." He motions between the two of you.

The next day you handed him a list and when you landed at your next stop he helped you get the supplies you needed for comfort.

It was so simple, but suddenly he was much less intimidating.

In those early days you did not expect him to be gentle. He was always so tough about his own injuries. He never even let you help him. You assumed he'd have a 'suck it up' type of attitude when you finally got your own that warranted assistance.

He heard you scream and he flung himself from the cockpit, down the ladder, to your side.

"What happened?" He was urgent.

You groaned through heavy breath, unable to answer. Unsteady on your feet.

"Look at me. Breathe. What happened?" He was calm, his hands rested on your shoulders. The timber of his voice grounded you.

"Soldering iron. I dropped it, tried to catch it, so stupid." You grunted. You shook.

"Let me see." He carefully pulled your clenched fist towards him. He attempted to uncurl your fingers. But the pain had your whole body in a knot. "Easy. Breathe easy."

You wavered and leaned into him, ready to lose consciousness. His voice was so gentle in your ear as he guided you to sit somewhere softer. Your eyes were shut tight as you rocked, trying to find a rhythm in the waves of searing pain in your hand that radiated up your arm, deep to the bone. You hardly noticed Din leave and return.

He spoke softly right in your ear. "Breathe steady okay. You're okay Kiddo. Look at me."

You opened one eye and looked into his visor, you mumbled, "Kiddo?"

"It just came out. What's that?" He pointed, you looked, drawing your attention away as he stealthily thrusted your hand into a bowl of something cool and slimy.

You squeaked but kept as still as you could. You leaned forward onto his metal chest. Your stomach lurched.

"You burnt the shit out of your hand. Dank farrik." He didn't sound angry, like you expected. He was concerned.

Tears fell silently down your cheeks.

His voice was comforting, protective, "Any better yet? Please say something, I hate seeing you cry."

You sniffled and looked at your hand that soaked in bacta. His hand absentmindedly rubbed your thigh before you watched him take his gloves off. He plunged his hands into the bowl of bacta and carefully uncurled your palm. You winced, "Ah!"

"Sorry, sorry, we need to make sure it makes contact."

You stared at his bare flesh.

"Did you think I was a different color?" He wiped the bacta off his hands with a towel. You could hear his smirk.

"I didn't think…I didn't think anything." You cleared your throat.

"I want you to lay down. Don't move your hand from this bowl." He brushed a stray tear off your cheek.

…

When the kid came along, that's when you finally got a full glimpse of the man behind the mask. You both needed no convincing it was the right thing to do. Saving Grogu. It didn't go as expected of course. He lost his tribe but he gained a clan. He gained patience. He didn't change so much as he revealed the paternal side that was always there.

…

Your first time didn't go as expected because it was unexpected. It just appeared, like arriving to a planet out of hyperspace. You knew where you were going, it'd been inching closer for months, but it still amazed you.

"The kid is asleep. Finally." You plopped down in the copilot seat.

"You're great with him." The streaks of hyperspace painted Dins armor. He watched you.

A slow smile crept over your face, "You're staring again Din."

"I know." He leaned back, his legs spread. His gloves were off. You both stared at each other in silence, calibrating your desires, synchronizing your heartbeats. In the silent void you found the invisible thread. It tied you to him and as though your body was on autopilot you found your way to his lap. His fingers slid into you as though it was their only purpose. Your mouth around his length was where it was always supposed to be. And when he finally entered you…the whole universe was an abstract concept except for the two of you.

…

Everything finally made sense. Except one thing. The Creed. Your love was clear, so you thought. But you had…a fear. You told Din one day you'd be ready. You'd let him show you his face. You expected to be ready but you're not and Din insists you are. You're on your way to Tython. He wants to show you now. The boy is sound asleep.

You're sobbing. The tears spill faster than you can mop them up. "I'm sorry. Din. I'm shallow. I'm a piece of shit."

His voice is low, "You're not. Don't say that. I..I just..I can't. My creed is my life and this is the way it is."

You want to rip your hair out, you pull on the flesh of your cheeks as you wipe away your tears. "What if…can I, maker it sounds dumb. Can I feel you? In the dark? Can I feel your face?"

"No. We've been over this."

"The only way, the only way, is if I vow to be the last person to see you? If you take off your helmet and show me, with my eyes or by touch, that's it. If I...perceive your face, I marry you or you're soulless and cast out?"

"Yes."

"How can you not see how cruel that is?!" You pace the hull. "You love me?"

"You know I do. You love me too. I know you're ready. Stop pacing!" Din raises his voice and clenches his fists.

"DON'T YELL AT ME!"

"I'M NOT! MAKER…" Din stops himself with silence. He fills the moment with a chuckle through his modulator.

"It's not funny."

"This isn't going how I expected," He huffs, "I'm supposed to be the nervous one here kiddo. I'm supposed to be scared." His hands rest on his hips.

"Aren't you?" Your face twists in wonder.

"No," he says with confidence. "What do you like? Tell me what you hope I look like."

You sniffle and stop pacing, "What?"

"You're a shallow piece of shit…" Din raises his hands, "Hey, your words. What do you like in a man, what is attractive to you?"

"What!? Really?"

"Really."

You sit on a crate and wipe at your drying tears. "You go first."

Din shifts and laughs under his breath. "Fine. Okay. I uh, I Iike green Twi'leks."

"Everyone likes green Twi'leks Din, they're beautiful people. Blonde, brunette, thin, fat…human Din." You roll your eyes.

"I don't have a type." Din flips his palms up and shrugs.

"That can't be true!"

He laughs as he speaks, "It is!"

You glare at him.

"You're my type." He crosses his arms.

You roll your eyes at him and try to hide your smile. "There isn't anything you can think of?"

Dins finger taps his elbow as he thinks, "Okay…well…Remember when you got your hair stuck in that rotator part and you had to cut it."

"Yeah?" You look at him confused.

"I thought you looked really beautiful with short hair. So…maybe that's a thing. But,I also like it this way. So…" He shrugs again, trailing off.

You shake your head, "How are you so impossibly sweet..." you sigh, "Din, that's too easy."

"Why?"

"Because hair is changeable. I can't change my nose or my eye color or the shape of my mouth. You'll be stuck with this face."

Din is quiet. He approaches and stands in-between your legs. His voice is soft through his modulator, "I don't want a different nose. I like your nose, your eyes…" you watch his hand and then close your eyes as his thumb grazes your lips.

"I like pale blue eyes," Din's hands rest on your thighs. "But I really love brown eyes. I like a full head of hair, sandy blonde or dark…mmm yeah, I like dark hair and brown eyes best," Your eyes are still closed. "I'm sorry but he's gotta have all his teeth."

"Benefit of the helmet, I have a perfect set and my nose has never been broken."

You open your eyes to meet his visor. You lean your forehead against his, "Din, I'm sorry. I'm just so scared of hurting your feelings and ruining your life. I wish appearance didn't matter to me, I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. Close your eyes again. Keep going."

"Ugh. How do you know? Fine. Thin lips creep me out. I love a strong nose. In fact a broken nose adds character…so…negative one point for you Mando," You feel Din back away from you.

"It's points now?"

"No, I guess not. I like a kind face, but I like strong features, and a strong jaw. I don't really like beards and messy whiskers all that much."

"But those things don't count right? That's changeable."

"Fair enough."

You hear a hiss and throw your hands up over your face and groan. "Din. Oh maker…Din." You start crying again into your palms. Your body shivers from the anxiety.

"You're the bravest, smartest woman I know," Din approaches and grabs your wrists carefully, "shush, come on, it's okay. Just touch. Okay? We'll go slow."

You steady your breathing, "okay…okay yeah, I can't believe this is happening. Okay," Din eases your fingers up.

"It's been awhile since I shaved…so, keep that in mind." Din brings your fingertips to his lips and he kisses them delicately.

You smile, you feel the grit of his whiskers, gasp and pull away.

"They won't hurt you."

Almost laughing, "Din I know..okay. I'm just gonna go for it." And with that you slap both palms onto his cheeks and he laughs. He pulls away and cackles. The tone of his laugh outside of the helmet makes you forget your fear.

He's wheezing, "Sorry, sorry, that was weird for me. This is…I'm a bit overwhelmed now."

And without realizing, you've opened your eyes. Din is catching his breath and looking to the ceiling. He's raking his fingers through his hair. His face is scrunched up to show all the lines around his deep brown eyes. His dark helmet hair sticks up at the crown.

"I'm an idiot," you say simply.

"You're…"Din looks from the ceiling, his eyes meeting yours,"not."

"I am."

Din stands frozen. He watches you watching him. Your tears fall silently now. Of course, this is the face that goes with that voice and that body.

You've patched him up. You've seen much of him. You've felt, most intimately almost all of him. Every part but where his creed forbids. That T visor has kept so much from you. You don't get to sleep by his side every night, you've never showered or swam together.

You raise your hands. You want to try again to feel his face. Din takes your cue and approaches.

You cup your palms over his whiskered cheeks. You swiped your index finger down the length of his nose.

Din closes his eyes, while you take him in with all your senses.

He wants to ask if he's what you expected. If you're willing to still love him. His mouth moves but no words come out. He tries again, "Am I…what you expected?"

You wrap your legs around his hips and run your fingers through his hair. You're excited, all the moments kept from you are in your future. "No."

"I'm sorry Kiddo."

"Why?"

"I'm not what you expected."

"Oh..oh Din. You're better." You laugh under your breath, "I'm sorry, I disrespected your creed, I get it...this is very profound. I'm unbelievably honored…unbelievably," You pull your legs around him tighter.

"You still love me?"

"For the rest of my life. I'll love this face, you, for the rest of my life." You kiss the tip of his nose and then his forehead, his cheeks. You drag your lips to meet his. He shivers. "Are you okay? Tell me."

Your foreheads touch as he nods, he speaks softly, "I…I really want to kiss you. But…"

You press your lips to his and take your time, kissing softly. You ease your tongue delicately in-between Din's lips and enter his mouth. Carefully he returns your favor. Your fingers weave into his hair as his beard scratches your face. You pull away, "But what?"

He smiles, "But nothing."

Masterlist

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Mando Finale Thots (Spoilers Below Cut)

I was honestly disappointed with the Season Finale. Was it fun? Sure. Did it have everything I ever wanted for Din and the gang? Almost. But this is why I can't be happy with what we got:

What happened to Paz?? If he died this heroic death why was he never brought up again? I'm glad his son got his baptism finally but like... what about his dad's funeral?? You're telling me that Din wouldn't be mourning the loss of his childhood rival?? Either Paz isn't dead and will make a return next season in a villainous role or the writing was weaker than white people's tolerance to spice

What was the point of the Dr. Pershing episode?? It took precedence over the premiere AND the finale yet nothing came of it?? That whole episode could've been a fucking email if it wasn't that important to the season's overall plot

What happened to the armor the Armorer gave to Grogu?? It was never brought up again and you can't tell me Season 2 and BOBF Din WOULDN'T have been sobbing under his bucket upon seeing it. Also, who bathes Grogu?? Din is a parent is he allowing his son to be a stinky stank and that's how he never saw the armor?? Whack.

How could the darksaber, an ancient indestructible weapon that is capable of slicing through beskar... be defeated in a Ghetto Stomp. Either that wasn't the real darksaber or they got lazy and tossed a major SW artifact out the window because it no longer serves them and they wanted the easy way out hoping no one would notice

Why was everyone suddenly okay with Bo-Katan?? She's a racist terrorist who not once had gone in depth or atoned for her war crimes and I'm genuinely disturbed that people chose to forget that. It's like cheering on Hitler because you liked him as a person outside of his political beliefs. I wanted Bo's redemption to be fulfilling while holding her accountable cause like what the actual fuck how is anyone okay with Bo's leadership after so many failed attempts and lies

The build up was to show that Gideon is so full of himself he had to clone himself?? I doubt that was the big reveal, what they saw in the lab on Navarro wasn't Gideon. I refuse to believe they needed Grogu just to make a more OPed version of Gideon. Gideon isn't stupid why would he clone himself with powers he doesn't have when he knows he'd just overthrow himself? That was bait and I'm not buying that or that he's dead that was a clone

Whomst the fuck wasn't watching Grogu and how did he manage to save Din without being detected????

The Mythosaur deserved better. I'm glad it's getting it's centuries long nap in, but I still refuse to believe the darksaber or Din being a himbo was the reason for her seeing it and then barely remembering to mention it again in the end like if it doesn't come back I'm suing Disney

Why was Din made out to be such a damsel until it was convenient? You're telling me this man easily passed out sinking to the bottom of a historic well despite knowing how to swim and his armor being canonically light, but was able to take down half an army by himself?? Din in the finale was the Din I knew who would never have perished from just being a dumb ass not watching his step. Even Grogu conveniently using the force after refusing to all season felt cheap and you can't change my mind

It's great Din adopted Grogu and all but he still hasn't called him his son?? Just his apprentice?? We spent three seasons with everyone else calling Grogu his son and Din his father but the titular character can't?? Where was that cuddly fatherhood from season 2 and episode 1 of this season? He's been treating Grogu like a nephew at most and I just... give me my space dad back

And why did they name drop Dooku but not Satine? What were the stakes? Why is there a season 4 when there's nothing that really needs to be said or done? Going back to the space western season 1 and 2 promised is fantastic but like... at what cost? Are they going to pretend season 3 never happened? Will it all be a dream? Will the peace be destroyed and Din and Grogu need to save Mandalore themselves and the galaxy with the friends they made along the way???

Life Update + Fics

Hello, everyone! I am not dead! I am so sorry for the lack of responses in my inbox and fics, but I haven't had the energy to do a whole lot outside of work. August was not kind to me and I'm just starting to come out of recovery, but I want everyone to know that I will be participating in Kinktober along with dropping a fic by the weekend so please stay tuned! And thank you to those who have reblogged and commented on my posts and followed me!! I'll catch up in a few days, thank you for being patient with me!!

Long story short, in August:

I had a LOT of travel drama

my Airbnb hosts turned into absolute psychopaths trying to get me to pay for a lamp I didn't break on top of damaging their

kitchen when I didn't and it took 2 weeks to resolve this going back and forth with them to where I had to get Airbnb involved and had them blocked on there and I had to block their numbers as well from texting and calling me

my diseases started to flare up again to where I had to up my medication and I'm afraid they still aren't helping as much as I needed them to

all specialists in my area are booked at least 4 months out so I have to consider either finding help hours away or moving (which I want to do but I'm still saving up before I make that commitment)

my best friend who I have known since high school decided to end our friendship in a really traumatic way all because I put my foot down regarding one of my boundaries and she took that personally. Traumatic as in not only she blocked me on all platforms including Pinterest and Venmo, but she also got her husband, parents, sister, and a mutual friend to all block me instead of talking to me and ending our friendship on a note that we were both worthy of rather than whatever the fuck this was. Reminder: we're in our 30s. So this completely blindsided me on the last day of August while I was at work on break.

I feel like I'm missing something but that's the gist. I'm being vague but if anyone wants more details, just DM me and I can tell you what happened in more depth for clarity or I might just make a post about it later depending on how I'm feeling but yeah it's been a lot. I'll respond to everyone in the next few days, thank you again for your patience. I love you all!! Be safe!! Look forward to some beautiful and horny fics coming your way!!

The Fiddle Concerto album by Mark O'Connor. Using the term "played like a fiddle" in the most literal sense possible, I see.

ur government assigned gender for the day is the first thing u get when u click this link to a randomised wikipedia article. NO REROLLS . i am the  trollsteineggje mountain in norway

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[slow-burn. eventual smut, 18+. MDNI.]

* indicates smut.

↬      ❝  your hands shove hard into his breastplate, fingers immediately aching at the impenetrable hardness of the armor. “just to be clear, I did not do this for you.” you spit coldly, glaring upwards against the glare of the sun. the Mandalorian normally stands more than a foot taller than you, but soon he’s so close that you see yourself in his visor, a menacing finger pointing down the bridge of your nose. at his words, your whole body trembles. "do not put your hands on me." his voice is threatening, deep, low. "ever." ❞

part i - salvation

part ii - gratitude

part iii - ka’ra

part iv - compromise *

part v -

part vi -

part vii -

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