Listen, listen, I know I’ve never so much as mentioned Star Wars here, let alone the Mandalorian buuuut…. I could not resist. This blog is multi-fandom after all, so what’s more fandom to add to the variety?
-Din Djarin-
Whenever you’re in new areas, he always goes first to do a quick look around of the area – make sure it’s safe for you and Grogu and, if not, where the closest exit is. Then, he’ll usher you two in
He’s always hovering a step away until he’s 100% certain this new place is safe, intimidating strangers and making it very clear you’re under his protection
He just likes having you close, being able to have you in his arms and shelter you from everything else
He doesn’t touch you too often in public, simply because a Mandalorian being a bit too touchy could draw unwanted attention. It’s the little touches that convey just how much he cares for you: little nudges on your back when you need to walk past suspicious people faster, brushing against your shoulder just so you know he’s there
Scared of losing you in crowded areas, so he’ll gently grab your shoulder or the back of your shirt to avoid losing you
As protective as he is though, he isn’t suffocatingor anything. He lets you be independent and have fun, and keeps his paranoia to a minimum for your sake
Whenever trouble is rising, his body subconsciously shifts to stand between you and the danger
Hewilluse himself as a shield for you
Sometimes he has nightmares of bad things happening to you or Grogu. The best way for him to get through them is to just check up on you in the night, which usually results in him standing guard outside your bed/room for awhile
He teaches you the basics of combat after a particularly bad nightmare, so he could have some peace of mind
When violence arises, he always directs you and Grogu away from the gore – neither of you need to see that
Any sign of fear in you literally breaks his heart. He’s a protecter, and sees it as his job to keep you safe
If anyone so much as jokes about your safety, Mando will see red
The same brutal hands that pull triggers and end lives will be so delicatefor you, tucking back your hair and rubbing your hand
Mando has given you very specific instructions on what to do if something ever happens to him – safe houses, friends who owe him favors, where to find weapons/money, etc, so that you could basically survive without him in case… you know
Summary: Mando offers a lesson in restraint. And blasters.
Word Count: 4000
Warnings:Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, grinding, descriptions of male and female bodies, allusions to sexual acts, female masturbation, descriptions of PiV sex, we’re fantasizing about one (1) sexy space dad in this house.
Notes: Don’t we all just love some weapons training? Someone explain to me why it is so attractive when Mando does it, because I have never found it sexy in real life. I’m also dedicating this installment to my Star Wars sister @amywritesthings because we just keep yelling at each other about how much this trope worms into our brains and I feel like she’s owed this as a treat.
Takes place directly after A Sweet Response to Tragedy. Like literally the next day.
The blaster in your hand is warm, sweaty along the grip and sticking to your palm. Your wrists are tired, your trigger finger stiff, but you raise the barrel to aim again before firing a bolt.
Zzzst!
“Miss,” Mando says, and you sigh comically, dropping the blaster from its durasteel target and tilting your head up to the sky.
“I don’t think this is a ‘practice makes perfect’ situation, Mando,” you huff, looking over at him. He’s sitting on a fallen tree, one elbow on his knee as the child stomps around in the dirt.
Glorious. Utterly glorious! This has redeemed my shitty day. Thank you.
Thank you for the lovely comment! I’m so glad that Mando’s competency kink made your day! This was a super fun one to write, and I’m so glad you enjoyed it!
Summary: In the aftermath of illness, Mando takes another step.
Word Count: 3200
Warnings:Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, illness (not graphic), descriptions of male and female bodies, fingering (f receiving), grinding, male masturbation, allusions to sexual acts, we’re still yearning because we have trouble letting ourselves have nice things.
Notes: First I’m making up things about space banks, now we’re speculating about space doctors. I hope in the great Star Wars universe they’ve figured out things like (galactic?) health care and insurance premiums. Poor little Grogu is suffering in this one, but I promise he’s in good hands.
I read this before bed and now I am mad as hell that I have to just go asleep without being taken care of by a board man in armour!
Look at my baby making moves now, he saw an opportunity and he took it. Yes, throw caution to the wind! Then he let her sleep.
Then getting off on the thought of giving her pleasure.
Also, the I feel like this is the most Grogu sentence ever written “….he tipped his ration pouch out onto Mando’s lap while looking him right in his visor, deadpan baby face daring you to be angry about it.”
