Din Djarin x Reader One-Shots

Hit and Run

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Some ✨ Spicy Scenes 💃, unedited

Mandalorian x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1934 (HOLY SH!T 1k READS???? THANK YOU I LOVE YOU GUYS <3333333 Also this wasn't nearly as violent as i thought it'd be)

F/a = Favorite animal (preferably from Star Wars)

Translations: Nadala = Hot | Cyar'ika = Darling, Sweetheart, etc. |

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As you pulled the strap of your dress over your shoulder, you twirled in the mirror in your black square heels, smiling at the way the f/c fabric swirled around your body.

You and Din had been hired to take down a highly ranked official, Cornelias Something or Other. He was throwing a party, for no particular reason, and you saw this as the perfect opportunity to take the old man down.

Your intel told you that his security was high, guards and droids nothing but the best.

They had never met the Djarin's.

Putting the final touches on your makeup, you slid your F/a mask down your face, attaching the strap around your head. You looked fabulous. 

Going back out to the hull you waited for your husband to come out in his getup. It wasn't everyday you got to dress up for a hit and run.

Din walked out in a fine black suit with silver stitching and embroidery, sporting a Mudhorn skull as a mask. You smiled at the sight, gazing at the beautiful man before you. Every corner tugged and fit his form perfectly, drawing your eyes to many places you would kill someone else for looking at.

"You're staring." Din teased, placing his tightly gloved hands on his hips. A blush crept up your cheeks, but you never backed down.

"Why wouldn't I with this masterpiece in front of me?" You quipped, crossing your arms, your own laced gloves holding your elbows. That was enough for him to grab your waist and pull you close, lifting his mask to reveal the face you had the rare pleasure to see. 

His lips crashed into yours, the familiar scent of fire and pine flooding your senses. You felt his lips pull into a grin as you grabbed his tie, pulling him flush up against you. He ran his large hands up and down your sides, stopping just above your hips.

Remembering your mission and the credits you'd earn by the end of this, you reluctantly pulled away, still clutching his embroidered tie. "We'll have to finish this later Darling." You whispered, smiling as he moaned at the loss of you, and stepped away to the weapon cabinet before he could pull you in again with just his dazzling brown eyes. They were filled with longing and hunger, but he forced himself to calm down in order to get this mission done as soon as possible.

"Fine." He pouted.

You both secured vibroblades and blasters around and under your costumes, checking amo and charge. Your chained belt would suffice if you needed to trip or choke someone, and your heels held explosives in their thick soles. Din had a different belt than usual, but his jacket and pants had hidden pockets no one of the naked eye could see.

Standing side by side on the ramp of the Razor Crest, you fixed his tie and straightened your shin-length dress. And in case things got messy, you had leggings that went above your knee.

"Are you ready, love?" You asked, looking through the eyes of your mask into his. He nodded, and you knew his smile matched your own as you brought your foreheads together, giggling when they didn't match up like usual. He was a man of few words, but you loved him.