Donna's Fantasy World

So I’ve got a new job!! It’s a heckin adult job with benefits and a salary and actual HR (never had this stuff before this is a big deal for me lol).

I’ve spent the last little while doing interviews and orientations and courses for work and now I’ve just finished my first week!

And I’ve also been involved in a situationship with a guy (🙄) that’s been taking up a lot of my time and stressing me out lol. It’s still going on and idk what’s happening with it and that fact alone is pissing me off but whatever.

I haven’t abandoned my writing, I’ve just been super busy and super stressed. I do plan on making a third part to Riding lessons and also starting a new series, I’ve just got a lot on my plate right now and I haven’t had time to write.

Anyway, I love you all so much and I can’t wait to post more for you guys❤️❤️

Din was on Coruscant. It was…one of the first jobs he took after Grogu. To be honest, everything that happened after the Jedi Luke Skywalker had taken Grogu with him was a blur. Cara had taken care of Moff Gideon. The Mandalorians…had left, Bo Katan was still scowling at him about his responsibility now that he was carrying the Dark Saber. There was a part of him that seriously thought about just…getting rid of it. He was pretty sure it would bring him a huge amount of credits. 

But it was a Mandalorian-made weapon. He could feel its power everytime he just brushed his fingers over it.

So, abandoning it was out of the question. That didn’t mean he had to get familiar with it though. 

Din could ignore the Dark Saber, but he couldn’t stand having constant company. Everyone was just really getting on his nerves and he needed… Losing Grogu had changed him. He needed to find a way to move on. 

So when Boba had offered him a ride to Tatooine, he took it. And once he was there, he had paid Peli for a ship and gone onto Navarro to visit Karga and pick up some bounty pucks. 

Because that was what he knew how to do.

Hunting down bounties was in his blood.

And blood was what he was after. His mind only seemed to be able to calm down when he was on the hunt—even more so when the bounty was struggling and he had to use his fists to shut them up. 

He didn’t have to think about the next step—he just knew it. And if he didn’t have to think, he wouldn’t think of the kid. All the better.

It wasn’t like he had anyone else in his life. No family, no loved one, no soulmate…

Sometimes, he wondered if he would ever find his soulmate. If he was deserving of them. Of meeting them. Of finding the other half of himself, the one carrying the same mark like he did on his body. 

So here he was. Din Djarin. Bounty hunter. Apparently a king? He was sitting in the back of a shady cantina watching his bounty. He could just get up, walk over and take care of the Twi’lek. But he was… distracted. 

He was distracted by you. 

You were sitting on his bounty’s lap in your little sparkly dress. Even from across the cantina, Din could see your red painted fingernails dragging over the cheap shirt the bounty was wearing. He could see his greedy fingers on your thighs, and Din flexed his fingers to keep himself calm. 

He shouldn’t be touching you. 

The bounty leaned to his side, talking to a Rodian sitting next to him. You pouted, letting your gaze wander through the room until your eyes landed on Din. Din knew his face was hidden inside his helmet, yet it seemed like you were looking directly into his eyes. He saw your red painted lips purse before they switched into a small smirk. 

He frowned behind his helmet. He couldn’t deny the attraction he felt towards you. You were...beautiful and sexy, and there was a part of him that just wanted to stalk over there to break the bounty’s undeserving fingers and take you with him.

The bounty spoke into your ear then, and you nodded, biting your lip. You leaned in to kiss him, and Din took a deep, steadying breath. 

He watched the bounty speak to you again, and fuck, he could hear your giggle all the way across the fucking room. You kissed the bounty again before you got up. He slapped your ass, and you grinned at him over your shoulder. 

The bounty got up too, sliding his arm around your waist before he kissed you again, his hand squeezing your ass as he guided you out of the cantina. 

Din saw you turn your head to look over your shoulder, somehow finding his eyes again as you gave him a wink before you were out the door. 

Din all but jumped out of his chair, his hand hovering over his blaster. But he stopped himself from doing something rash and shook his head to clear his mind, taking a few more calming breaths. 

What was it about you that made him so...possessive? 

He wanted you. He needed you.

He’d never felt like this about anyone else before.

Thoughts about capturing the bounty were the farthest thing from his mind.

He decided to follow you at a distance. When he exited the club, he saw the bounty walk into the hotel across the street, but you were nowhere to be found. 

He turned his head to look for you, and he found you walking towards the hotel too. You looked over your shoulder, and Din took a step back so you wouldn’t see him. His hand came up to his helmet as he zoomed in his visual feed, locating the roomkey in your hand and noting the room number printed on it.

He watched you all the way until you were inside the hotel before he stepped out of the shadows. Then, he made his way up to the roof of the hotel to drop down onto the balcony of the penthouse suite. 

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You usually didn’t do this. 

Yes, you agreed to be arm candy, to spend time with whoever was paying you. But you never, never had sex with your clients. 

Because the men who paid you to spend time with them were mostly… not your type—not that this Twi’lek was your type, but frankly, one of your friends had told you about how great sex with a Twi’lek was, and you were curious. Okay, and a little horny. It had been some time for you. And he was funny. A little handsy but nothing you couldn’t handle. 

And you were completely focused on him all evening, enjoying his hands on your body…until your eyes landed on a Mandalorian sitting in the back of the cantina. You had felt like someone had been watching you for a while, and when you found his visor fixed on you, even if you had no idea if he really was looking at you, you were pleasantly surprised. He tried to blend in, seated in the dark corner, but his silver amor wasn’t exactly easy to hide. 

You had always been fascinated with Mandalorians. 

You had studied them back when...well, before you had to start letting strangers pay for your company to survive. That was like another life. On another planet. 

Now, you were walking down the hall of a way-too-expensive hotel on your way to sleep with someone. Someone who would be paying you for it. For the first time in your life. And you thought you would feel…strange or dirty about it. But you didn’t.

You never had taken this last step. Not that you were judging sex workers. You had nothing but respect for them. But it wasn’t your…plan. 

Your plan involved a place near the campus. A job to teach at the university. A soulmate who loved you. Maybe kids…

It didn’t involve your father dying, leaving you with debt too high to pay, forcing you to give up your dream of teaching to become a… sugar baby?

But it wasn’t the worst? Most of the people who paid you were just looking for company and someone to talk to. Of course, there had been offers before. But up until today you never really entertained the thought. The number of credits that would wander into your pocket after this night were a big bonus though. 

You took a deep breath, checking the blaster in your purse before you used the keycard to open the door.

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Din was standing in the shadows on the penthouse suite’s balcony. 

It was raining, and the water was slowly creeping under his armour and soaking his flight suit. He could have come back tomorrow. He didn’t need to wait out here. In the rain.

The bounty wasn’t likely to leave. He had been here on this planet for at least a year. He felt safe. But Din knew he would spend the night thinking about what his filthy hands would do to you if he would leave now. 

Why was he so intrigued by you?

Since the moment he had first laid his eyes on you, it was like you crawled all the way inside him and wouldn’t leave. 

Now he was here, watching you like a fucking creep as you pulled your dress off, and fuck, of course you were completely naked underneath. 

Out of all the things he had done before, watching someone about to have sex was probably the creepiest. But he couldn’t stop. It was like he was…pulled towards you, and he couldn’t fucking explain why. 

He clenched his teeth as you climbed into the bounty’s lap. You were smiling as his greedy hands touched your flawless skin. You were grinding on top of him, and fuck, you looked so fucking sexy. He imagined it was him, not the bounty, beneath you. He would let his hands explore your body, wrap his lips around your stiff nipples, his fingers seeking your slick warmth. He wouldn’t stop until you were screaming his name. 

His cock twitched with interest in his pants. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had been with someone.  

He closed his eyes, taking a few calming breaths. Why was he behaving like this? He was feeling possessive over someone he had never even talked to. When he opened his eyes, he tensed. The bounty’s hand was wrapped around your throat, his other hand holding both of your wrists behind your back. You were gasping for air while struggling against his hold, and the bounty was grinning darkly up at you. You fought against him, your legs kicking and scrambling to get away from him.

It only took seconds for Din to jump through the window. The loud crash of his sudden entrance surprised the bounty enough that he let go of you. And before anything else could happen, Din shot him straight between the eyes. He fell back with a grunt while you jumped and fell to the floor, your hands on your throat. 

Din stood in the middle of the room, water dripping down onto the floor as he looked at the dead bounty. Din was panting, cursing to himself for losing his cool like that. He just lost a big fucking portion of credits for shooting his bounty. He could have brought him in warm.

He heard you gasp as you tried to breathe. His helmet snapped towards you. 

You were cowering in the corner of the room, shivering, your hands clutching your throat. You were completely naked.

Din sighed. He shouldn’t take advantage of your vulnerable state, shouldn’t be admiring your body right now, but fuck, you were so beautiful. Once again, he was thankful for the helmet hiding his face as his eyes lingered a little too long on your tits. He flexed his fingers, uncertain of what to do next. 

You were shaking, one hand coming up to run your fingers over your cheek. You were bleeding. But that was not what made Din inhale sharply. 

There was a soulmate mark just under your right collarbone. A mudhorn in deep black ink. 

Had you met your soulmate already? No… No, you couldn’t have… Din had seen that same soulmate mark countless times. He…. He… He had to tell you…

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You didn’t know exactly when everything went wrong. In one moment, you were grinding against the Twi’lek, and in the next moment, he was choking you so hard you almost passed out. Everything was a blur. There was a loud crash then a blastershot, and you fell to the floor, scrambling to the other side of the room, clutching your throat.

You were breathing harshly, trying to get air into your lungs. 

You were aware of someone else being in the room. You ran a hand over your forehead, before you heard a sharp inhale of breath. Finally looking up, your eyes met beskar. Beskar you had seen before. 

It was the Mandalorian, his armour wet with rain, dripping to the floor.

Had he been outside? Had he been watching? 

You were still shaking, now aware of your very naked body in front of the very big Mandalorian. His helmet seemed focused on you, likely watching your small mental breakdown. Abruptly, he turned away from you, only to turn around and hand you a blanket. You reached your hand up, taking the blanket and pulling it around your body. 

“Thank you…” you said hoarsely. 

“Are you hurt?” his modulated voice asked. 

“Just my dignity.”

You heard a sigh. 

“I…I saw you at the club…” you croaked. 

You saw him rest one of his hands on his hip, his helmet tilting down to look at you. Why was he so big and broad? You should be screaming for help, yet here you were ogling the Mandalorian. 

“I was.”

“What were you doing there?”

“Your… companion. He had a bounty on his head.”

Your eyes widened. 

“And now my cut is gonna be significantly lower because he’s dead. Because I saved you…”

“I didn’t ask you to—” 

He interrupted you by taking a step towards you, and you swallowed, looking up at him. 

“He would have choked you to death. And then he might have still have taken advantage of you. Do you even know who this is?” the Mandalorian hissed. 

You hadn’t thought about that. Of what could have happened to you after you agreed to spend the night with someone you basically knew nothing about than the amount of money he paid for you. Maker… But still…

“He was supposed to be my next paycheck. Now I have to search for a new one,” you snapped back. You were getting angry. Who did he think he was? You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before you opened them again. The Mandalorian had turned to his side, staring out of the broken window.

You took the time to look at him, really look at him and that was when you saw it. A mudhorn. On his pauldron. It was a signet that looked exactly like your… Like your soulmate mark. That… That couldn’t be a coincidence? 

This… This… No… this couldn’t be. 

You reached for the blanket around your shoulders to pull it closer around your body, much like a protective shield. 

“You’re…. Do you… Do you have a soulmate mark?” you whispered.

The Mandalorian turned around to look at you, and you felt like the air around you changed all of the sudden. 

“Yes,” he said. 

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “Is it… is it a mudhorn? Like on your armour?” you whispered, gesturing up towards him, the blanket shifting so your mark was on display for him to see. 

He took some time to answer you, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as if he was deliberating. Finally, he spoke. “Yes,” he whispered. 

“Is it… Is it on your collarbone too?”

“Yes,” he said right away, and you gasped. 

“Are you…?”

“Your soulmate?” the Mandalorian asked, and you nodded. “I have the matching mark. So yeah. Yeah, I think you’re my soulmate.”

It would certainly explain why you felt this…pull between the two of you. 

“Show me…” you whispered, and he shook his head. 

“Not here. Not… I am not… My armour stays on when I’m not… I can’t show you. Not here.”

You took a deep breath. You had read about Mandalorians. There were some who never took off their armour or helmet in front of anyone other than family. 

“What… What does this mean? For us?”

“I think we have to stay together,” he said, and you frowned. 

“I don’t even know you. I can’t just…” you shook your head at him. 

“It’s not like we can break the soulmate bond,” he said, like neither of you had a choice, “so we better accept our fates now and…”

That was true. You had heard the stories of soulmates who met but chose to not spend their time together who died because their soul couldn’t handle to be apart from each other. 

“I could kill you,” you deadpanned. “That would break the soulmate bond, wouldn’t it?”

“You could try, but…” he shrugged and let his words trail off.

“Be very careful of your next words,” you warned. 

“Look, I’m a bounty hunter, you could try to run but sooner or later I would find you. And…why fight this? The universe wants us to be together…”

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This was not how Din had planned this day. He…had changed in the last months. Even more so since he had to let Grogu go. He longed for someone to…love him. And here you were with his clan sign on your collarbone, and you were beautiful and didn’t take anyone’s shit. 

Yet, here he was threatening you…

He sighed. 

He was going about this all wrong. 

“You know how the soulmate bond works,” he said. “We will be miserable and eventually die, if we don’t stay together now that we’ve met.”

You raised your eyebrow at him.

If he wanted you to go with him, he had to make you trust him. Trust him as your soulmate. 

He took a deep breath and grabbed his vibroblade. He offered it to you, handle first.

“There’s a spot just below my helmet on my neck that is not covered by beskar. If you truly don’t want to get to know me, which I can understand after how I’ve behaved, just end it now. There’s a ship docked in the hangar on slot 77. The entrance code is 209887. You will find credits in the compartment under the pilot’s panel. The ship will be yours. Kill me and take it if that’s what you want.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You stared at the vibroblade in his hand before you looked up at him again. Slowly you reached for the blade, clicking it on. 

It burst to life, flickering in your hand. You looked at the blade and then up to the Mandalorian. 

Ever since your soulmate mark made itself known all those years back, you had the romantic idea of running into your soulmate one day and living happily ever after. Never in your wildest dreams did you think it would be like this: naked and vulnerable. But…you looked down at the blade in your hand again. He had made himself vulnerable too. 

Yes. Yes, he was a complete stranger, but you couldn’t deny that you felt pulled towards him—from the moment you saw him in the cantina. Was this really the soulmate bond?

If it was, you knew that he was right and that you would eventually die if you didn’t stay with him.

What reason did he have to lie to you about something like that? He… had to be your soulmate, right? He had the matching mark right there on his armour. That must mean something.

You got familiar with the weight of the blade in your hand, gripping your fingers more tightly around the handle. You could kill him. Just like that. You’d have credits and a ship, and you could go wherever you wanted and never again be dependent on other people paying you for your company. You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, missing the way the Mandalorian’s helmet was fixed on your soulmate mark that was peeking out under the blanket. 

But if you killed him right here, you would never experience the things you’d only ever read about. Soulmate bonds are supposed to be sacred. If you found your match, you were destined to be perfect for each other. 

You looked up at the Mandalorian. 

You couldn’t deny how you felt towards him since first seeing him in the Cantina. You never reacted that way to anyone before. You just had to have a little faith…

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Din waited, not moving a muscle as he watched you decide what to do. He knew if you did try to kill him, he could block you in seconds, but he wanted to give you time to decide for yourself what you wanted to do. 

He wanted you to choose this. Choose him. 

Soulmate bonds were sacred. If you really killed your soulmate, you would never be happy ever again. He didn’t think you’d take that risk.

He watched you shut off the vibroblade and hand it back to him. 

“I have to get to my place to…get some stuff.”

“Okay,” he said, breathing out a quiet sigh of relief.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook here. This doesn’t mean anything. I just… I always dreamed of meeting my soulmate. And…. While this is not how I imagined the meeting would go, I am…strangely fascinated? I need to see where this goes. For myself. And… I trust you to not kill me. For some reason. So I’m going with you.”

“That… That’s good. I’m glad. You won’t regret it.”

“I think the universe will make sure of that,” you said, giving him a small smile.

Din felt like he couldn’t breathe. You were…so beautiful. 

“Well, how about I take care of the bounty and you meet me at the hangar? I would go with you but—”

“Oh no. Take him and do…whatever you have to do with him. I don’t want to end up costing you anymore credits,” you said. 

Din flinched. “I’m—I shouldn’t have—”

“Yeah. Yeah,” you cut him off. “Apparently, you’re going to have a lot of time to make up for it. So…” You turned away from him, searching for your little sparkly dress and put it back on. 

Din was hard as a rock in his pants as he watched you slip the fabric over your body. 

You smoothed it over your hips and faced him again. “I’ll see you on your ship then I guess?”

“Yes.”

He watched you leave, taking a deep breath when the door clicked shut behind you. Din looked down at the dead bounty. He took his com out, informing Karga about the unfortunate death and sent him a confirmation, getting an answer and the notification of payment right away. Karga would have someone take care of the body for him. 

And that meant Din had enough time to make a quick stop inside the city to make sure nothing would prevent him from keeping you to himself. 

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You were clearly insane. 

Why did you say you would go with him? A man you didn’t know? 

You didn’t even know if he was a man. You were pretty positive he was one, though you couldn’t say why. A smile sneaked to your face as you packed some of your clothes. 

You had met your soulmate. 

Finally.

Even though the circumstances weren’t anything close to what you’d imagined, you couldn’t help but be…happy. You felt it—the bond. It was real. You were attracted to the Mandalorian. You wanted to be close to him. After knowing him for less than an hour, you wanted… You wanted to be with him. 

There was nothing holding you back here. You had the chance to see the universe with your soulmate by your side. 

You laughed to yourself. 

You would be happy with him. This was fate. You and the Mandalorian were made for each other. 

You grabbed your little bag full of clothes and some personal items before you quickly made your way towards the hangar. 

To start your life with your soulmate. 

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When he told you he had a ship, you thought about…well…a ship. A ship you could board and sleep in to join him on his travels. You weren’t expecting a N1 starfighter. The midlife crisis of spaceships. 

There was no way you would be able to fit in that tiny passenger bubble. 

He was sitting in the cockpit when you got there with your tiny bag slung over your shoulder. It was disturbing how few possessions you owned. He pulled himself out of the seat to help you with your bag. 

“Where…will I be sitting?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

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You had changed. You were wearing boots, dark pants, and a green sweater. You looked…It sounded stupid but you looked even more beautiful. You didn’t need glitter and sparkles. He wanted you just like this. 

“I admit I might not have thought this through,” he sighed, slightly frustrated with himself while the thought of you having to ride in the cockpit with him was…anything but unpleasant. 

“Where are we going?” you asked him. 

That was a good question. He had to return this ship. He had gotten a message from Peli that she had found a Crest. He had listened to her rambling about it being a newer model and complaining about being able to get a better ship, but he had insisted it had to be something he was familiar with. 

Once he switched ships he wanted to take you somewhere where the two of you could be alone. He wanted you to himself. He needed you to trust him, get to know him. To love him. 

“I have a new ship waiting for me. It’s a real ship. With sleeping cots and a fresher. And then… Then we can go wherever you want,” he promised. 

He felt his mudhorn mark throb beneath his beskar.

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Wherever you want? Where did you want to go? 

You looked at him, the imposing Mandalorian who was your soulmate. All thoughts of doubt seemed to have disappeared once you had made your decision to just let fate do its thing. If the universe decided the two of you should be together, it must have a plan.

“I want to go somewhere with an ocean. Somewhere—somewhere I can take a deep breath. Somewhere where we can get to know each other? Like, are you even a human under all of this?”

He tilted his helmet at you, and you swore you could hear a chuckle. 

“I am a human. Trust me.”

You narrowed your eyes playfully, and he took a step closer to you. Your breath hitched as you stared up into his visor, wondering if or when you would be able to see his face. 

He was so close you could hear him breathe under his helmet. 

“I will show you. Once we’re alone in space, deal?” he whispered. 

You sucked your bottom lip in and nodded. 

“Are you okay with riding in the cockpit with me? It’s a short trip. Seven hours.”

“Seven hours? Sitting in your lap? An hour after meeting you?” you asked.

“I promise to behave?” he asked, and you were rolling your eyes. 

“Just get us out of here, Mando,” you said, shaking your head.

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Din did not think this through. 

The cockpit was tiny, and you were everywhere. You made a point to stay away from his crotch which he was thankful for. Once he had brought the ship up into hyperspace, you looked into the stars like it was the first time you saw them. 

And then you began to ask questions. Where was he from? How old was he? What was his favourite colour?

You asked whatever came to your mind, and Din was getting addicted to hearing your laugh. At one point, you had looked over your shoulder with your beautiful eyes, and Din was sure he fell even more in love with you at that moment.

Love. A powerful word. An even more powerful feeling but it was what he felt for you already. 

Now you were sleeping, your back resting against his chest as you held his hand. His ungloved hand. He had to prove to you that he was human after all. 

As he looked down at you, he wondered if he deserved you. If he deserved… a soulmate. Someone to love. Someone to take care of. 

You sighed in your sleep, and Din found himself smiling beneath his visor. Before he could stop himself, he pushed his helmet up so he could kiss the top of your head. 

No one would take you away from him. 

He would make sure of it. 

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The new ship was definitely an improvement. The Razor Crest had a big bed and a fresher with real water. It was almost more luxury than what you had in your tiny apartment back…home?

Coruscant never really felt like home. You looked at Mando… Din as he sat in the pilot’s chair. 

You had left Tatooine a week ago. He had some business to take care off before he would take you somewhere where the two of you could be alone. 

But in the last week, you had already gotten to know him. 

You knew he wasn’t a morning person. He did not talk very much, but he made an effort to talk to you. He seemed to… He wanted to let you in. He answered every single question you had, asked you questions in return, and last night, he gave you his name. 

You still hadn’t seen much of him. He let you hold his hand when you asked for it. 

He had introduced you as his soulmate to whoever you had met. 

And it made you feel warm and soft every single time. 

He wasn’t the big scary bounty hunter you had met in the beginning. Din must have lived a lonely life. He had told you about how he grew up and how he had to give up his child only a little while ago. 

Your heart broke for him as he told you about it. And after, you had held him in your arms, in the security of his dark bed where you hadn't been able to see him. 

“We’ll be in Trask by morning,” Din said, and you looked at him. He had turned his seat towards you, and you gave him a small smile. 

“Is everything okay?” he asked. 

You sucked your bottom lip in. “I… I want to see it,” you whispered. 

Din tilted his head to the side. 

“Your soulmate mark. I know you said there are rules with you Mandalorians. And… I remember our conversation about marriage. And…” you took a deep breath. You had been thinking about it for the last two days. 

You were soulmates. There was no way you weren’t. Not with the way you were feeling when you were around him. Sometimes, you missed him when he was just on the other side of the ship. 

You loved him. With all your heart. 

Spending the last week with him had made that clear for you. You wanted to start your future with him. To make him laugh. To hold him. To love him. 

And… You wanted to see him. To see the soulmate mark. To see the last proof of the universe marking him as yours before you vowed to be his for the rest of your life. 

And you didn’t want to waste any more time not being his in all ways possible.

“Cyar’ika…” he said quietly.

“Show me,” you got up from your seat, putting your hands on his shoulders as he looked up at you. 

“Show me and then make me yours Din Djarin,” you smiled softly. 

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There was a part of Din that felt guilty. 

Guilty about not giving the both of you more time. Guilty about how the two of you met only a week ago, even if it felt like a lifetime ago.

Guilty about not being able to give you more.

But as you looked down at him with your beautiful eyes, the soft smile on those plush lips he loved so much, he wanted nothing more than to give you what you asked for. 

“If I show you…” he whispered.

“Technically only if you take your helmet off, but yeah I know. And for the record. I want to marry you. You’re my soulmate. And we already talked about this. We’re bound to be together by the stars. Make me yours,” you said. 

Din took a deep, shaky breath. Slowly, he began to unclasp every part of the beskar of his body, setting it down on the floor. When he was left only in his flight suit and helmet, he slowly slipped off his gloves.

He was nervous. 

He wondered if you would like it. The mudhorn. And…the rest of him. For some reason, he felt vulnerable around you, even though he knew he did not have to be. You were his and his alone. And after he took this last step, nothing would be able to separate you. 

Ever.

Slowly, he began to pull at the zipper of his flight suit, revealing inch after inch of skin to your eyes. He gulped when the zipper rested just under his navel, and you reached a hand out.

“Can I?”

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He nodded, and you smiled, taking a deep breath, before your fingertips ran over his chest, pushing the fabric to the side until you saw it. A mudhorn. On his right collarbone. The same mudhorn you had on yours. Your smile widened, your fingers tracing the shape of it, and you felt him shiver beneath you. 

Not that you had any doubts, but…this…this made it feel even more real. Slowly, you leaned down, giving him time to stop you before your lips softly kissed his soulmate mark. His hand came up to yours on his chest, and he gasped. 

“I love you, Din Djarin,” you whispered. “And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

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Din stared at his reflection in the tiny mirror of the fresher. His fingers tracing the mudhorn of his collarbone. 

You were his. 

You were about to become his wife. 

Right now, you were waiting in his bed, smelling like the soap he used because you had showered before him. He would be a husband in a matter of moments, and then he would finally be able to kiss you. 

To touch you the way he had longed to ever since meeting you. 

He took a deep breath as he exited the fresher without his helmet, only a towel wrapped around his hips. The ship was dark aside from the faint light coming from the cot, and he could see your bare legs the closer he got. 

“My eyes are closed,” you promised, and he smiled. 

“I trust you,” he said and entered the cot. He sat down on the bed next to you, his cock already hardening at the sight of you in one of his old shirts. You looked like a goddess, and he couldn’t believe you were his. He touched your ankle, and you jumped before you laughed. 

“Repeat after me,” he whispered as he got on the bed. He carefully brought your leg up to kiss your ankle, listening to  you exhale a sharp breath. 

“Mhi solus tome,” he said, slowly kissing his way up your calf.

“M-Mhi solus tome,” you repeated. He smiled against your skin.

“Mhi solus dar’tome,” he continued, kissing up your thigh. He saw your fingers twitch. 

“Mhi so… Mhi solus dar’tome,” you gasped.

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You felt his fingers slowly pushing your shirt up, hearing his low groan when he noticed you were completely bare underneath. His lips kissed every part of new skin that was revealed to him. 

“Mhi me’dinui an,” he rasped, and you moaned quietly as his lips kissed the underside of your left breast. 

“Mhi medinui an,” you repeated after him, anticipation filling you as you felt his breath brush over your collarbone, kissing your soulmate mark. You smiled as he kissed your cheek.

“Mhi ba’juri verde,” he finished, and you took a deep breath. 

“Mhi ba’juri verde,” you whispered, before you slowly blinked your eyes open. He was smiling down at you, his brown eyes on yours. He was… He was absolutely breathtaking, and suddenly, everything seemed to finally shift into place. 

He was yours, and you were his. 

“Kiss me, husband,” you smiled, and Din wasted no time before he pressed his lips down on yours.

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He was…everywhere. 

His lips on yours. 

His hands pushing your shirt up until he could pull it off.

His chest against yours.

His cock…

You gasped as you felt him against your thigh, his knee between your legs, moving just enough to give you some friction. 

“Din…” you gasped, his lips wandering down your throat. He looked up at you with dark eyes. You were grinding your cunt against his thigh, desperate to feel him.

“Please…” you begged, your hands in his hair, lightly pulling. 

“What do you want, beautiful girl?” he hummed before his lips kissed the soft skin of your breast.

“You… I… I want you inside…”

He bit into the side of your breast, making you cry out. 

“Mine,” he groaned before he kissed up your chest, and you felt him shift, one of his hands dipping in between your legs.

“You’re so wet for me. So wet for your husband,” he grinned and pushed two fingers inside easily. 

“My soulmate,” you smiled at him, and his eyes softened before he kissed you again. His fingers kept moving in and out of you, his thumb flicking your clit and you moaned softly against his lips. 

You felt like you were going to burst. 

If this was why the universe made a soulmate, you had to make sure to show some gratitude. 

“Cum for me,” Din whispered against your ear. He sucked your earlobe between his lips. 

“Cum for your soulmate,” he hummed, and you shattered. Your fingers dug into his strong back as your vision blacked out, your orgasm pulling you under until you were gasping for air. 

“That’s it. Such a good girl for me…” you heard Din praise you, and you whimpered. 

He looked down at you, and if you did not love him already, the look of pure affection he was giving you would have been enough. 

He pulled his fingers from inside of you, wrapping them around his cock to coat it in your slick, and you felt the tip of his cock nudging against your entrance. 

“I don’t have an implant,” you whispered as you looked up at him. 

“I—fuck—me neither.”

You reached up to cup his cheek, and he leaned into your hand, closing his eyes. 

“It’s okay. I—I just wanted you to know… I… You can…” you flustered. 

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He was sure he was gonna black out. He was holding on to every bit of restraint he had. 

“Are—are you sure?” he asked you. You were sucking your bottom lip in, looking shyly up at him with your big beautiful eyes as you nodded. 

“I am. I… You can cum inside of me. I want you to.”

“Fuck,” he muttered and kissed you again. 

You were perfect. His perfect wife. His.

He was still kissing you when he slowly pushed inside of you. He wanted to savour this moment. The moment he finally claimed what was his.

Forever.

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You closed your eyes as you felt him enter you. Slowly, his thick length pushed inside of you for what felt like hours until he stilled, his cock settled deep inside you. He filled you so well he must have been made for you. 

“Look at me,” he whispered, and you opened your eyes. 

“I love you,” he said, and you smiled. You wrapped your arms around his back to pull him closer, wanting to feel his weight on top of you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. 

“I love you too,” you whispered against his ear with a smile. 

And then he began to move. Slowly at first. He kissed every part of skin he could reach, thrusting deep and slow until you hooked your legs behind his. 

“Claim me, baby,” you cried out, and he growled, letting go of the last bit of his self control as he began to fuck you. 

Hard and fast, your whole body moved with the strength behind his thrusts.

“Mine,” he hissed, biting your shoulder. One of his hands was holding your hip while his other pulled your chin up towards his, his weight on his elbows above you. 

“I’m not gonna last. Your pussy is so fucking perfect. Made for me,” he moaned, and you whined. 

He pushed himself up, kneeling in between your legs, both of his hands digging into your hips as he pumped into you. The changed angle made him hit something devastating inside of you, and you whimpered.

“I’m gonna…”

“Cum,” he ordered, and you came, fluttering around his hard cock as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“Fuck,” he hissed. 

“Gonna fucking cum inside you… Pump you full of my cum until it takes…” he groaned. 

“Gonna breed you until you’re round with my child so everyone can see you’re mine. Fucking mine.” 

He threw his head back, and you felt him twitch inside of you as he filled you with his seed.

You were out of breath but smiling when he opened his eyes to look down at you. 

“Forever,” you smiled, and he smiled back. And you couldn’t help but feel lucky that you were the only one who would see this smile.

“Forever,” he whispered before he pulled you up against his chest so he could kiss you.

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Later, Din looked at you as you slept in his arms, his fingers stroking over the mark on your collarbone that matched his. He knew he had to have you from the first moment he laid eyes on you. And if that meant getting your soulmate mark tattooed on his right collarbone for you to trust him...well, he would do it again in a heartbeat. 

He still remembered his actual soulmate mark, a dark primrose on his left thigh that eventually scarred over after he was stabbed one too many times. 

He could only hope his true soulmate never showed up, and he would make sure you never met yours even if it meant never seeing his covert again. 

Because one thing was for sure, you were his. And no one would take you away from him.