Hello Neighbor
Domestic!Din x Girl Next Door!Reader
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Author's note: Can’t get enough of Domestic Din!! I did something a little different with the point of view/narration of this one so let me know how you like it! Requests are open.
Summary: Din moves into a secluded house on Nevarro thanks to Greef Karga. While he’s sitting out front watching Grogu play in the front yard, a woman comes up to say hello, introduces herself as his neighbor and brings him a welcome gift.
Word count: 4.7k
Warnings: reader is able-bodied, touch starved!Din, nervous!Din, the italics indicate Din’s thoughts, spoilers for season three finale, lots of fluff, bar fight, creepy guy at cantina, hand job, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex
This is the life, Din thought to himself, kicking his feet up and relaxing in his front yard.
In his front yard of his home. The concept was wild for him to believe; that he could be a homeowner, living the domestic life with his son. Of course the two of them were still going to have adventures together but it was nice to have a permanent place to call home, on none other than the planet Nevarro, where it had all started for them.
Din watched as Grogu played with the frogs in the pond. It was so nice to watch him play in the sun and just be a kid, not having to worry about the galaxy’s threats. After retaking Mandalore and defeating Moff Gideon, this is exactly what Din’s son needed.
Din is snapped out of his thoughts when he notices a figure approaching his house.
That’s odd, he thinks to himself. His house is secluded. He doesn’t have traditional neighbors who live right next door.
As the figure comes closer he sees that it’s a woman, and she’s carrying a basket. Grogu also notices her and drops the frog he’s levitating. Din rises from his seat and walks to the front of his yard to meet her.
“Hello!” she says cheerily, “I’m your neighbor! Well actually I’m the closest thing you have to a neighbor. I live at the last house on the edge of town so I’m technically the closest house to you!”
She’s friendly.
“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Din,” he says.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Din!” She says, her smile beaming at him. She tells him her name and Din can’t help to take note of how beautiful it is and how perfectly it suits her.
“I brought you a little welcome gift,” she continues, holding out the basket in front of her.
“That’s very kind of you, but you didn’t have to,” Din says, slowly taking the basket from her hands.
“It’s not much. And it’s only the least I could do! There’s a blanket in there and some cookies I baked. Which I’m sure the little one will just love!” she says, crouching down to look at Grogu. He babbles happily at her. “What’s this little guy’s name?”
“Grogu. He’s my son.”
Normally this statement would elicit some sort of response questioning how they came to be or even a weird facial expression, because they are indeed an odd pair. But not her. She just smiled and said “Well he’s certainly a little cutie.” She stood up and stuck out her hand. “It was nice to meet you, Din. I just wanted to say hi before sunset. I have an early morning at work tomorrow,” she says.
He extends his arm and shakes her hand. “It was nice to meet you, too. Where do you work?”
“I work in the High Magistrate office under Greef Karga. I mainly just file paperwork which is boring but Greef’s personality makes up for it!” she chuckles.
Din chuckles too and then he looks down and realizes he’s still grasping her hand. Embarrassed, he lets it go and apologizes, “Sorry about that…”
“No worries, Din. I’ll see you around!” She gives a little wave and turns to walk home.
Din watches her until she’s out of his sight. He never knew his name could sound so nice. He could listen to her say it forever. He scoops up Grogu and goes inside with the welcome gift from his new neighbor.
•••
Three days. It took Din three days to muster up the courage to see her again. But the problem was that he didn’t have a good excuse. And then it dawns on him.
She brought over the cookies in a little reusable container. I’m sure she needs it back.
Sure, it wasn’t the best excuse in the world but he was so taken with her it didn’t matter to him. He scoops Grogu up and takes the container in the other hand. He leaves his house and starts walking towards hers, feeling nervous.
What if I have the wrong house? What if I knock and some guy answers the door for her? What if I knock and it’s not even her? What if she opens the door and is annoyed to see me? She did say her house was the last at the edge of town. It has to be hers.
It’s quite funny, actually; the hardened bounty hunter getting nervous over the girl next door.
He approaches the door and gives it a quick knock. He holds his breath for a second before he hears her voice shout “Just a minute!” He takes a deep breath, feeling relieved.
The door opens a moment later to reveal her smiling face.
“Din! What can I do for you?”
He holds out the container and forgets to say something for a moment. The puzzled look on her face reminds him to speak. “Oh! I just thought you would want this back.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it!” she says politely. “I figured you would need it anyway, gotta stock up the new house, ya know?”
“Oh, right…” he says back, feeling a little embarrassed.
“Did you guys like the cookies, though?”
“They were delicious. Thank you again,” Din said, not really knowing what to say to keep the conversation going.
“It was really nice to see you, though. I just have to finish this report for Karga or else I’d stay and chat. You should stop by more often, though! I certainly wouldn’t say no to seeing this little cutie more often,” she says sweetly, looking at Grogu.
“Of course. I’ll let you get back to it,” Din replies, feeling a little crushed.
“I’ll see you around, Din! And of course you too, Grogu!” She gives a little wave and turns, closing the door behind her.
Din walks back home feeling a little disappointed he couldn’t see her longer but also happy he even got to see her at all. He goes home and spends the rest of the night thinking about her bright eyes and kind smile. He wonders if she thinks about him too…
•••
He doesn’t see her again for another two days. This time, he was walking through the marketplace in town when he heard someone shout his name from behind him.
“Din!” she shouts, “Wait up!!”
He turned to see her, running up to him and waving. That beautiful smile of hers practically blinding him.
She stops in front of him and says “Hello, neighbor! I’m glad I got to see you again!”
“I’m glad I got to see you, too. What brings you here?”
“I’m just grabbing some ingredients for dinner tonight and later this week. Maybe I could cook for you sometime and we could have dinner together!” she says before bringing her palm to her forehead. “Wait, I'm sorry. That was insensitive of me. I know you have a creed you follow.”
She’s so thoughtful, Din thought to himself. This is the first time the creed has ever come up between the two of them and she was extremely understanding about it.
“You’re alright. It’s nice that you thought to invite me over for dinner.”
“Maybe I could cook it and drop some off to you?”
“I would love that.”
She looks down and notices Grogu in his little pouch that Din carries him in.
“That is just the cutest thing!” she squeals, crouching down at Grogu. She looks up at Din and asks, “Can I hold him?”
How could he say no? How could he say no to her and those big, beautiful eyes?
“Of course you can.”
She stood up and Din picked up Grogu from his pouch and handed him to her. He couldn’t help but notice how good she looked with a baby on her hip…
Don’t get carried away, Din.
“He’s just so cute. I don’t understand how you could get anything done with him around because I’d just stare at him all day,” she says, looking lovingly down at Grogu.
Grogu looked up at her and stuck his hand out, reaching for hers. She reaches her hand out and he grabs one of her fingers.
“Do you want to walk together?” Din asks.
She nodded and they walked together throughout the marketplace silently.
It isn’t until he notices her gazing up at him that he asks, “What?”
“What are you thinking about?”
How I want to hold you. How I want to kiss you. How I want you to be mine.
“Uh, just thinking about our life before we moved here,” he says, lying to her
“I’d love to hear all about it. If you don’t mind.”
Din noticed they were stopped in front of a bench and sat down. She followed suit and listened intently as Din retold his and Grogu’s story. He told her about how his bounty hunting life, how he rescued Grogu from the Empire, how he separated from Grogu so he could be with his own kind, how he took off his helmet and became an apostate, how he redeemed himself and retook Mandalore with his fellow Mandalorians. He couldn’t stop the words from flowing. He looked at her as she listened with wide eyes, adding little commentary in the form of oh no’s and wow’s in her soft voice. He couldn't help but notice the way the sun hit her face and the way her hair caught the wind. She listened to him as if she understood and made him feel seen. For someone covered in beskar, that’s a hard thing to do; feel seen.
After he concluded she said, “Thank you for sharing that with me, Din. I’m glad you feel comfortable enough with me to do that.”
He didn’t really know what to say for a moment. So she continued, “I know you haven’t had an easy life but think of all you’ve done. You saved Grogu from the Empire and took him in. You retook Mandalore. And all of that led you back here, to this planet, to me. It’s all very admirable.”
The words to me hung heavy in his head. Did she feel the same way about him? The very thought of that makes his heart beat fast and his palms sweaty. He doesn’t know what to say back.
“Thank you” was all he could muster.
“Of course,” she smiled. “Are you doing anything tomorrow night?” she continued.
“No, why do you ask?”
“Well some of my coworkers invited me to the cantina after work. I was wondering if you’d like to come, too. I know you can’t take off your helmet and drink in front of anyone but it would be nice just to have you there. If you’re worried about who will watch Grogu I’m sure Greef would. He’s not coming out with us anyway. He’s really turned into an old man!” she laughed.
She really thought all of this out, huh?
“Sure, that sounds nice. Thank you.”
“Of course! Meet me in front of the cantina at sundown?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Cool! Alright we’ll I’m going to go home and start making dinner. I’ll drop off some for you and Grogu!” she said, crouching down to place the kid back in his pouch.
“Thank you,” Din says. “See you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow!” she replies cheerfully. And with a little wave of her hand she was gone, disappearing into the crowded marketplace.
After Din finished his errands, he returned home to find a container of food on his doorstep with a note attached to it. He picked it up and read the note. It said:
Hope you and Grogu enjoy! Can’t wait to hang out tomorrow night!
Followed by a heart and her name. He looked at her handwriting and how neat it was. He looked at the heart she drew and admired the way she signed her name, the curve of the letters. Again, it’s quite funny; the hardened bounty hunter is falling for the girl next door, falling so hard he finds himself admiring her handwriting of all things. He’s got it bad.
The next day comes and Din spends the whole day stressing about their plans. He was stressed about meeting her friends. What would they think of him? Would they like him? Would they think he’s not good enough for her? Never in his life has Din worried about people liking him but everything is different when it comes to her. He put his nervousness to the side and continued on with his day until it was time to drop Grogu off at Greef’s place. He places Grogu in his pouch and sets off into town. When he reaches Greef’s place he knocks and Greef answers, beaming at him.
“Well look who it is, it’s Mando! And of course we can’t forget Grogu too!” he says, smiling down at the kid. Grogu coos happily in response.
“Thanks for watching him.”
“Of course, anything for you and my little green friend. I’m glad you’re going out tonight. She’s great, isn’t she? One of my best employees.”
“Yeah she is.”
“I can take this little guy overnight if you think you’re going to be out late… if you know what I mean.”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that. Thanks again.” And with that Din left and headed towards the cantina.
He walks down the streets of Nevarro, thinking about her and what she’ll be wearing and what she’ll be drinking and what her friends are like and then he stops. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees her in front of the cantina. The sun was setting behind her, outlining her. She was wearing a dress that perfectly hugged her figure, in a color that brought out the color of her eyes. She looked like a painting. She heard him approaching and turned to face him, the sun hitting the irises of her eyes perfectly exposing all of their colors.
“Hi,” she says, giving him a sweet smile. “Everyone else is inside but I wanted to wait out here for you. And look at this beautiful sunset.” She turns and faces the setting sun again. The light hitting her and highlighting her features. Din didn’t say anything, too busy taking in all of her beauty. After a moment she says, “Shall we go inside?” and he nodded.
The cantina was busy that night, filled with people and creatures of all different races. Her friends were sitting in a booth in the front, two women and one man. As they approached the table she introduced Din to them. He learned that their names are Grena, Rhysi and Varlo.
The five of them sat down together at the booth. The four of them were drinking but of course Din was not. He was ready to have to explain himself and his creed to them. But they never pushed or prodded. It makes sense though, someone as sweet as her wouldn’t surround herself with bad people.
“I’m going to go to the bar and grab us another round,” she says, rising from the table.
As she walked off to the bar her friends turned towards Din, ready to feel him out while she was gone.
“So, I heard you and our girl are neighbors,” Grena says, her dark eyes giving him a slight glare.
“Yes, we are. She’s been wonderful.”
“Of course she is. She’s the best,” Rhysi chimes in, tapping her fingers on the table.
“What we’re trying to say here, Din, is that our girl has been through enough heartache already. Don’t add to it,” Varlo adds, crossing his arms.
Din offered a tip of his helmet and the three of them seemed to understand and soften up a bit. His original assessment of them still stands, they weren’t bad people. They were looking out for their friend. And who can blame them?
“She’s been gone a while,” Grena noticed, her eyes scanning the cantina for her.
And that’s when Din sees it. A guy at the bar chatting her up. At first glance one may think she was into it, but the look on her face said otherwise. He was tall, towering over her. Din could tell she was just trying to be polite but deep down she was scared. The man inched forward and wrapped his arm around her and when she tried to pull away, his grip on her tightened. The look in her eyes was pure fear. Din had seen enough. Before he knew it, he was rising from the booth and making his way to them. He grabbed the guy on the shoulder and said “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Hey, why don’t you lay off, pal? I’m having a conversation here with a lovely lady.”
As the guy turned to face Din, she slips from his grasp and inches away a little bit.
“Can’t you see she wants nothing to do with you?”
“Everything was fine until you showed up,” he says angrily, taking a step forward and getting up in his face (well, helmet).
“You really don’t want to push this further,” Din threatens.
The man looked Din up and down and then lunged at him, trying to tackle him to the ground. Din blocked him and swung at him, punching him square in the jaw. Everyone at the bar scattered in different directions. The man stepped back for a second, blinking angrily before lunging and trying to tackle him again. This time Din pulled him into a headlock. The man tried fighting it but there was no use.
“Don’t you ever go near her again,” Din says angrily.
“Yeah whatever, mando,” the man spit back.
Din’s grip around the man’s neck tightened. “Did I not make myself clear? Don’t you ever go near her again.” His grip around the man’s neck tightened even more. All of a sudden the bartender shouts, “Out! Out with the both of you! This is no place for fighting. You can do that on the street for all I care,” shooing the both of them away.
Din lets go of the man and looks for her in the crowd of people. He sees her with the same scared look on her face.
What did I do? She’s afraid of me now.
Din turns and makes his way to the front of the cantina before exiting onto the street. The man followed him outside but instead of continuing to fight he looked at Din, shook his head and muttered “all for some broad” before walking off into the night. Din stood there outside of the cantina for what felt like forever until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to find her, looking up at him with worry.
“I’m sorry cyar’ika,” he said before she could speak. “I’m sorry for causing a scene in front of your friends.”
“Hey, don’t be. You really helped me out back there. That guy wouldn’t take no for an answer. He wouldn’t stop touching me…”
He can see the fear in her eyes still. He pulls her into a hug and says “I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”
He takes in her smell (as much as he can through the helmet) as he holds her. He feels her shaking still and it breaks his heart. He never wants her to feel unsafe ever but especially not when she’s with him.
“How about I walk you home?” he asks, rubbing her back softly.
“Thanks. I’d like that,” she says, pulling away to look at him and give him a small smile.
“What about your friends?”
“They’ll be fine. I’m sure they’ll be heading home soon, too.”
He nods and they start walking in the direction of home. Din puts a protective arm around her shoulder. He tries not to focus on the way she leans into his touch. Trying instead to focus on getting her home safely.
The walk is silent but he doesn’t blame her considering what she went through. Din started to feel guilty for not noticing sooner.
As they reached her front door they turned to face each other.
“Thanks for coming out with us, Din. Even though it didn’t go that well… But most importantly thank you for being there for me tonight.”
“Of course. I would do anything to protect you,” he suddenly finds himself saying, the words coming out before he realizes what he’s actually saying.
“You’re too kind,” she says shyly, looking at the ground. She continues, “Since our night was cut short… would you like to come inside?”
Yes, of course. I would do anything to be alone with you. To hold you and be with you.
“That sounds nice,” Din says, trying not to sound too eager.
She unlocked the door and stepped inside. Din followed her in and she shut the door behind him before flicking on the light. Her house matched her personality perfectly; warm and inviting.
“Well this is it,” she says, flopping down on the couch. “It’s not much.”
“No, it's perfect.” He sat down next to her.
They both fell silent for a moment. Din didn’t know what to say. He’s pretty sure that if he opened his mouth at all, all that would come out would be; I think you’re gorgeous. I really like you. I want to spend more time with you. So, he didn’t say anything. Instead it’s her that speaks first, “What was that name you called me? Outside the cantina.”
Din froze. He didn’t even register that he said that, the Mando’a word for sweetheart. He didn’t know what to say back. He had two options: 1. Lie and say it means something else, which was a bad idea. What if she found out the real meaning somehow? Or 2. Tell the truth, get it over with. Confess his feelings for her.
He decided the latter was the best option.
“…It’s Mando’a for sweetheart,” he says quietly.
Her eyes widened. She stayed silent for a moment before scooching closer to him. She looked up at him and said “Sweetheart, huh?”
At this point he was sweating furiously. Trying desperately to read her expression. He couldn’t tell if she was flattered or freaked out. But then she placed herself in his lap and that’s when he realized what was going on. She said nothing still, her eyes gazing up at his visor. It’s almost like she puts him under a spell because whenever she gives him that look, his thoughts suddenly vocalize themselves and he’s unable to stop it.
“Listen, cyar’ika. I like you a lot. I’ve had feelings for you since the day you stepped into my front yard. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since.”
“Aw, Din. I feel the same way about you,” she replies, wrapping her arms around him and putting her face in the crook of his neck.
A wave of relief washed over him. She feels the same way. He hasn’t felt this happy in a long time.
They stayed there like that for a moment, her sitting in his lap, hugging each other, before she slipped her hand by his crotch, grazing it ever so slightly.
Oh.
For someone so sweet, she did have a little spice to her, too. Because the grazing turned into full on rubbing. Din felt himself get hard against his flight suit. She goes to pull his cock out before pulling away and asking him sweetly, “Is this okay?” He stuttered out a yes and she continued. Rubbing her hand up and down his large cock, watching it get harder and harder. She spit in her hand a little and lubricated it, making each stroke of her hand feel better and better. Each stroke of her hand set Din’s on fire. She quickens the pace a little and Din feels himself get closer. Unsure of where this was going or what her plan was, he stopped her, placing his hand on hers.
“I, um, I’m getting close and uh I guess what I’m trying to say is, is that okay? If I finish?” he asks nervously.
“Oh, I see what you mean… I have other plans.”
She steps out of his lap and stands up. She pulls off her dress over her head and tosses it on the floor. Din’s grateful for his helmet at this moment because if she could see his face, she would see him absolutely gawking at her. He took in the sight of her completely, admiring her waist, her legs, her tits, and even little things like beauty marks and stretch marks. She was even more beautiful than he ever could’ve imagined.
She laid out on the couch next to him and he glanced down at her form sprawled out. She spread open her legs a little, willing him to touch her center that was rapidly growing wet. He ran a finger up and down her slit. He checked to see if this was okay and when she nodded he inserted a finger inside her. Feeling her soft walls and rubbing her g-spot. She closed her eyes in pleasure. He admired the way her eyelashes fanned out against her face. Her soft moans leaving her mouth were like music to his ears. He wanted to make her do that more. He slipped another finger inside, making a “come here” motion. She was growing wetter and tightening around his fingers. And then he felt it, her orgasm. He felt her pussy flutter and convulse around his fingers, leading him to think what it would feel like around his cock. She came down from her high and sighed, opening her eyes. Her cheeks and chest were flushed. He wanted to remember every detail about this.
“I’m ready for you,” she says softly, spreading her legs so he could fit in between her thighs.
He hovered over her and aligned himself with her entrance. Her eyes widened and she let out a soft oh. He could replay that moment forever. He felt her walls expand to accommodate his size. He began thrusting in and out of her, looking down at her lovingly, half wishing she could see the expression on his face, drinking in the sight of her. This was the most beautiful she had been to him since meeting her. He picks up the paces and brings one hand down to caress her cheek. She looked at him with those big, beautiful eyes and that’s when Din knew he was a goner. She smiled sweetly at him and held the hand that was caressing her face. He continued to thrust more and more, each of them increasing in speed and intensity.
“I’m getting close, Din,” she breathes out.
“Me too, cyar’ika.”
He willed himself not to cum first, wanting to feel her cum around his cock. And when she did it was heavenly. Her soft walls pulsating around his cock sent him over the edge and before he knew it he was pulling out and painting her stomach with thick ropes of cum.
They stared at each other for a moment, coming down off the high of orgasming. After coming to his senses, Din reached for a tissue from the tissue box on the end table and cleaned her off. He sits up and she pulls herself into his lap again, wrapping her arms around him.
“Thank you,” she whispers, “for moving in. I’m really glad to have met you.”
“Me too, cyar’ika,” he says, brushing her hair behind her ear. He was still partly in shock that that had just happened.
They stayed there like that for a while, just holding each other before they decided it was probably time to go to bed. As she led the way to her bedroom Din thought to himself, Karga was right. I did need him to keep Grogu overnight.
Maybe Karga knew what he was doing all along. As he slipped into bed with her, he thought of all the ways he could pay him back. But most of all he thought about how lucky he was to have her. As she slept in his arms he couldn’t help but think about the day she stepped into his front yard; a day he would certainly never forget.
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