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[drewharrisonwriter]

Din Djarin and Grogu at a rock concert

I just saw this on Facebook today and I can't stop laughing!!! Someone please write a comedy fic about this 🤣

[peterparkersnose]

Secret

Din Djarin x reader

Din Djarin x fem!reader

Mandalorian x reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: pregnancy, pregnant reader, mentions of periods, hiding a pregnancy, violence, din’s horrible baby name suggestions, reader and din are married, grogu is in the story

a/n I know many people don’t like pregnancy stories, but this is so cute. I love Din Djarin. look how cute pedro looks in that gif 

summary Y/N tries her best to hide her pregnancy from Din. 

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Three months. You think. That was the last time you had gotten your period. You also had been gaining a bit of weight. Not enough to be noticeable, but you were so critical of everything about yourself. Your pants were not as flexible as they used to be, which pissed you off. You needed to be flexible to fight. But you knew in your gut that your fighting days were coming to an end. 

The first thing that alarmed you was Grogu. About three months ago he started sticking to your side. Constantly. He would cry if you went into town without him. He would follow you to the bathroom. He insisted to be at your side always, no matter what. Showering, cooking, going out and helping Din bounty hunt. Grogu always had to be there or he would throw the worst temper tantrums Din said he’s ever seen. You had to even make a makeshift baby sling so he could be as close to you as possible. Ironically, it would make great use to you in a few months. 

You accepted you were pregnant when you weren’t getting the usual symptoms you would usually get for your fourth period. You have denied it for the past three months, but when your tiny bump started to grow bigger, you had to face the truth. 

Din of course had noticed a change in your behavior. You were more tired. He attributed that to the kid’s new obsession with you though. You were eating more. He didn’t mind it, but he would notice it when the food stock ran out earlier than usual. And when he was due to pick up sanitary items for you, you refused them. 

“I have some left over, they were lighter these past few months.” you lied. 

And the clothing. It was always cold on the ship, but wearing two sweatshirts was a bit obsessive. He wasn’t going to comment though, you were allowed to live. He wasn’t going to critique his wife over some small changes. 

-

You heard rustling around the bedroom. Grogu was snoring at your hip. You then felt the coldness of your husbands spot next to you and went to investigate. 

Taking Grogu with you, you checked the whole ship. The fresher, the pit, everywhere. The last place you were to check was where he kept the bounties. You were banned from entering when there was one un frozen. The guy you two picked up at the last planet seemed pretty docile though. He was only wanted for a taxing issue with an imperial general, and was pretty willing to go. You two made small talk on the way back. Seemed like a nice enough guy. 

What bounty can really be that nice though?

You tapped in the code. When the doors whooshed open, you found your husband with the prisoner. Maskless, Din was trying to get the man off the top of him. He had stolen Din’s knife, and he was struggling to get him off. 

You gasped and rolled Grogu on the floor, jumping into action to save him. As the man twisted his torso to face you, he got a good swipe on your hip. You swore in pain, but your distraction was enough for Din to hit him in the head with his helmet and knock the guy out cold. 

He fell on top of Din, and you struggled to stand and help. “Dont!” he yelled, using all his force to push the heavy man off of himself and tend to you. 

“Where did he get you- where are you hurt?” Din scrambled, searching your body with his hands. This sent you into a panic. 

He can’t know yet. He can’t know yet. I’m not ready.

“I’m fine, please.” you protested, but hissed when Din found the spot on your hip. “Take your sweatshirt off, I’m going to go find some bacta” he demanded, leaving your side for only a moment. 

You had to face the sad reality when you realized you had to tell him. Bacta wasn’t to be used on pregnant people. 

“Din- wait.” you sighed, holding the cut through your shorts. “Y-you cant,” 

“What? You need this,” he questioned, grabbing the container from the cabinet. “Don’t be difficult Y/N, I’m really not in the mood for one of your martyr moments.” “Din, no, it’s unsafe.” you whispered. “You gotta speak up Y/N,” he said, shaking the can to spray in your face. You panicked and slapped the can out of his hand across the room. 

Din looked at you, pissed. “The hell was that for?” 

“You can’t use that on me.” you finally said. 

“Why?” 

You took a deep sigh. 

“I think I’m pregnant.”

His eyebrows rose as his face went soft. His mouth opened a bit, looking at you with a haze. A slight smile came to the corner of his lips as he knelt down beside you. 

“Your joking,” 

You pulled off your sweatshirt to reveal your cropped shirt under it. Din saw the small formation of a bump and gasped. “No,” he said in astonishment, reaching out for it. “C-can I touch it?” he asked. You smiled and nodded. His hand touched your stomach and he let out a tiny whimper. “I’m going to be a dad?” he asked, breaking his gaze from your stomach to your eyes. His eyes were glossy with a tear threatening to fall. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, remembering the unconscious man behind the two of you. He began to drag his body to the freezer. “I didn’t know you’d react like this,” you chuckled, rubbing the area around your wound. 

“Grogu!” Din yelled, catching the attention of the small creature. He had found the can of bacta and was playing with the safety seel on it. “Heal your mother,” he asked. Grogu waddled over to you. He let out an excited giggle when he finally saw your stomach out in the open. You had finally revealed the secret he had known for months. He placed one hand on the cut and one on the stomach, healing your wound. You scooped him off the floor and followed Din into the freezer. You heard the satisfying whirr and your husband throwing his body into storage. 

Din then ran up behind you, scooping you up bridal style. “I am over the moons happy Y/N.” he said, looking down at Grogu in your lap. 

He placed you in your bed and tucked you in. 

In the middle of the night silence, Din broke it.

“Should we name it Greef?”

“Over my dead body,”

“What about Grogu 2?”

“Go to bed Din.”

[midnightdjarin]

I will laugh at these scenes until the day I die din is such a toddler dad

[wakandas-vibranium]

Planet Earth 2023 || Part Six

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, smutty smut, oral(m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, dirty talk, praise kink, creampie

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: Sorry for the delay! Please like, comment, and reblog!

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The next day was pretty much the same. You played with Grogu while Din worked on his ship, made dinner, hung out until they went to bed. It was becoming your new normal and you loved it. You were starting to care deeply for the aliens. 

You tried to go to bed when they conked out, but you couldn’t sleep. You laid wide awake in your bed, tossing and turning. Thunderclaps as lightning strikes your ears; the windows vibrated slightly as the rain pounded on the roof and pinged against the glass window panes. It was the perfect weather for sleeping, yet you were still wide awake. It was the perfect cuddling weather too, you thought, but Din was down the hall in the guest room with his son, probably sleeping. 

You thought about your ex and how stupid he was to fumble you. You thought about Din and how you wanted to move some furniture around with him. Multiple times in a row. You sighed deeply, flipping back the covers and getting out of bed. You snagged your laptop off the dresser before heading into the living room. 

It was perfectly normal for you to be awake at three in the morning playing video games. You adjusted the volume on your laptop, being careful not to wake Din and Grogu. Even if Grogu was the heaviest sleeper you had ever met.

You wandered over to the couch, settled yourself down, and tucked a leg under you before opening your laptop and playing your go-to game.

“What kind of storm is this?” Din asked, a hint of worry in his voice as he rounded the corner from the hall into the living room, “Should we be taking shelter?”

You jumped slightly at his voice. He must have heard you get up. He was such a silent walker. You contemplated putting a small bell on his helmet. 

The corners of your eyes crinkled and your lips curved upwards as you giggled, “It’s just a regular thunderstorm, Din.” 

“Well, I’ve never heard thunder this loud.” 

“Florida gets a lot of loud thunderstorms in the summer.” 

“I’m starting to think you’re the only good thing that comes from this planet.” 

You let out a full blown laugh then and shrugged, “You get used to it.” 

“I don’t think I ever will.” Din admitted, plopping down next to you on the couch.

"Is Grogu okay?" you asked, shifting your gaze away from the computer screen for a moment to glance at him.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “That little one can sleep through just about anything.” 

When he noticed that you were no longer looking at him, he switched his attention to the laptop and watched you play a game for a few seconds before asking, "What is that?"

You told him, "It's a game called Tetris," before kissing your teeth in frustration since you had missed a perfect spot for the red block. "Wanna learn how to play?"

He gave you a little nod of his head and scooched closer to you, his arm brushing up against yours as he concentrated on the screen. "What do I have to do?" he asked.

“I have to warn you it can get pretty addicting.” 

You briefed him on the rules, strategies, and tactics necessary to win the game. You assured him he would never be able to beat your high score. As you handed him the laptop, he huffed lightheartedly, almost laughed, and said, "Yeah, we'll see." 

About fifteen minutes, or four rounds, later, he had the gist of it. He let out a string of karks when he was too slow to position a block, and you had to hide your smirk behind the palm of your hand. His helmet was on, so you couldn't tell if he was aware you were laughing at him.

When he cleared four lines back to back, you made yourself comfortable against his side, rested your head against his shoulder, yawned quietly, and eventually drifted off to sleep.  

Your eyelids flitted open, and the bright glow of your computer screen caused you to squint. Din was engrossed in another game of Tetris, determined to beat your high score. 

You checked the time on the screen. It was 6:24 am. You were asleep for about three hours. You wondered when you shifted from his shoulder to his lap and why he didn’t feel the need to move you off of him. 

He was so immersed in the game that he didn't even feel you stir awake in his lap. "Dank farrik!" He tried to curse quietly as he missed the perfect space for a block. Your shoulders shook as you began to chuckle. When he felt movement, he finally took his attention away from the screen and peered down at you.

“Did I wake you?” His modulated voice whispered.

You half-shrugged and said, "Probably," before sitting up and searching the screen for his score. He wasn't even close to your high score, but he did close the gap significantly, "I told you that game was addicting." 

“I should’ve believed you,” he said warmly. You could hear the smile in his voice. 

The desire to see his face became stronger with each passing day. You were curious about what he looked like under the helmet. Your imagination no longer sufficed. Even if it was simple, you were curious about the hue of his hair. Were his eyes brown? You always melted for brown eyes. Did he have an impressive set of teeth that sparkled like pearls? What kind of facial hair did he have, or was his face clean-shaven? Because he was staying with you for about two weeks now, he most likely lacked a clean shave.

“Come on,” you called as you stood up, extended your hand for him to hold, and hauled him off the couch. He carefully placed the laptop on the coffee table, intertwining your fingers as he followed you through the house.

“Where are we going?” Din asked as you reached over to one of the entryway drawers and grabbed a dry towel before unlocking the front door and dragging him through it with you.

"I want to show you one of my favorite things to do in the morning," you explained as you finished drying the seat before sitting down on the porch swing, patting the space beside you with your free hand for him to sit. He sat down with you, his hand still clasped in yours. You two sat in a comfortable silence, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh, waiting for the sun to rise. 

Birds began to trill as the sun started to rise slowly and warmed the morning sky. The gator pond transformed into a mirror of sunlight, reflecting the light pink and vibrant orange sky, and the night’s shadows disappeared. The bright ember of light bounced off his beskar helmet, revealing you both. 

“It’s breathtaking, isn’t it?” you asked, beaming up at the beautiful sky. 

You've been watching the sunrise since you were in elementary school. It was a cherished memory of yours. Something meaningful you and your father did every morning, and you wanted to share it with Din. He'd obviously seen a sunrise before, but he'd never seen how stunning the sun looked as it rose in a summer morning in Florida. It was mesmerizing.

“It is.” Din agreed, not taking his eyes off you for a second. 

- - - - - 

Din and Grogu joined you in preparing dinner that night. It went far better than you anticipated. You didn't like it when people were in the kitchen with you while you were cooking. They'd always just end up getting in the way. Din and Grogu, on the other hand, followed the directions well enough and contributed to a wonderful beef stew. 

“I’ll put Grogu to bed so you can finish eating,” you whispered as you scooped the little one up into your arms. He’d been dozing off into his bowl for the last five minutes. He ate so much he probably put himself in a food coma. 

You cleaned Grogu up, dressed him in the orange and blue pajamas you made for him, and tucked him into bed in the guest bedroom he shared with his dad. It didn’t take him long to fall back asleep. 

You stopped inside your room to use the bathroom and wash your hands before returning to the front. Din had finished his dinner and was still seated at the dining room table, waiting for you to return.

“So…how do you have sex with all that beskar on?” you blurted once you were back in the dining room with Din. 

Din flushed all the way down to his chest and you sank your teeth into your bottom lip, fighting back an evil grin. You secretly liked it when he removed his beskar armor so you could look at his neck. You dreamt of sucking a bruise into a particular delicious-looking area on the bottom right side of his thick neck.

He cleared the lump in his throat before answering, “I only have to keep the helmet on.” 

"Hmm," you hummed curiously, taking another sip from your glass of Cabernet Sauvignon.

“Why do you ask?”

“I guess I’m just trying to piece together how you made Grogu,” you admitted, which was the truth, but obviously that wasn’t the only reason you were asking. 

He explained to you that he didn't actually make Grogu himself and how he found the green little womp rat years ago while he was out collecting on a bounty. You were even more moved by the story now. You had a soft spot for found families.

You two moved to the living room and lounged around on the couch for another hour or so, chatting, before you decided to take a shower and then retire to bed. Din nodded and wished you a good night.

While you were doing your pre bedtime routine of brushing your teeth and washing your face, you decided to turn on the shower and let the water heat up.

Your curly hair was safe underneath the shower cap as you stood under the shower nozzle and let the steaming water pour over the top of your head and down your tight shoulders. As always, the water pressure felt fantastic as it pounded against your smooth skin. 

You wiped the washcloth over your breasts and down your stomach gradually, sighing softly as you reminisced about your conversation with Din. He indicated he'd had sex numerous times and that every time, he kept his helmet on. You could work with that, but you still thought of ways he’d be able to fuck you without the helmet. You wanted to feel his lips brush against your soft skin. You wanted to know what his voice sounded like without the modulator. 

You felt your clit throb, and you moaned lightly when the washcloth brushed over the sensitive bud. Before you had the chance of touching yourself even more, you rinsed yourself and twisted the handle off. You were going to use one of your toys that you kept hidden in your bedside drawer to get off tonight.

You wiped your palm across the foggy mirror and screeched at the top of your lungs as you laid eyes on a metal helmet right behind you. 

“Holy shit, Din!” You yelped as you turned around and smacked his bare chest. 

“Sorry,” he apologized, chuckling lightly. 

“You scared the fuck outta me,” you said, laughing in between harsh breaths, “Why are you—” You came to a stop once you realized that Din was butt ass naked and his cock was standing at full attention. You bit back a moan at the sight of him. You wanted him carnally. 

“You’re n-naked.” you breathed, pointing out the obvious as you took a cautious step towards him. 

“Yes,” he said, taking a step towards you. 

“Why?” you asked, taking another step towards him. 

“I figured you’d want a demonstration on how us Mandalorians have sex.” 

“You would be right.” 

You had never got the chance to see him like this. Completely naked minus the helmet of course. Wow. Your imagination didn’t do Din any justice. His body was breathtaking, scars and all. You didn’t know where to put your hands first. Too many tasty options.

You drew closer to one another and wrapped your arms around his neck as he lifted you up and placed you on the top of the bathroom sink. 

Din caressed your inner thighs with his large hands and you sighed deeply. 

He brought his thick fingers against your lips, and you swiftly took them in your mouth and began vigorously sucking on them. 

“Fuck— I’ve been wanting to do this for days now, Tulip.” he admitted, groaning as you took his fingers deeper into your mouth. 

"Me too, Din," you moaned around his fingers.

As his free hand twisted and pulled at your nipple, you whimpered softly. He slipped his fingers out of your mouth and pressed them against your throbbing clit, massaging the sensitive bud hard and slow, making your body jerk slightly in anticipation. That tight coil inside of you slowly unraveled, signifying that your climax was approaching.

He ran his middle finger down your wet slit and slipped his finger inside of you, pressing hard and deep. 

“Oh please,” you panted, eyes fluttering closed in sheer pleasure.

“Tell me mesh’la,” he purred against your ear, making you shiver, “What do you want?”

“Add another f-finger please,” you said. 

He dipped another finger inside you, spreading his fingers out to stretch you even more. 

“Yessss. Please don’t stop, Din. I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered. 

Din angled his two fingers and drove them faster into you, curling them up when he got as deep as he could, driving you insane and making you shout his name over and over. 

“Cum for me, Tulip.” He demanded. 

And that’s just what you did. 

Your mouth fell open and your thighs shook as you came on his thick fingers. Once you came down he titled his helmet up a bit and brought his fingers to his lips to suck at your juices.

“Mmhmm,” he moaned at the delicious taste, “I knew you’d taste this good.” 

He pulled you off the sink and walked you backward into your bedroom. The backs of your knees hit the bed, and you plopped down on it, peering up at him as he stood before you, naked as the day he came and rock hard.

You reached out and wrapped your hand around his cock, drawing him closer. When his cock was right in front of your face, you kissed the tip before licking up the sides of his shaft.

You take the crown of his cock between your lips and he went rigid, letting out a slew of curses as his hands grab at your curls. You hum as you taste the precum, swirling your tongue around the head before taking him deeper into your mouth. 

“Fuck—” he grunted lowly as you began to bob your head up and down while your hand stroked his shaft, “Your mouth feels so fucking good, pretty girl.” 

You opened your jaw wider and took him down a few more inches so he could feel your throat swallowing around him.

"Ah fuck—cyar'ika," he panted harshly, "You have to stop or I’ll cum." 

You moaned loudly, gazing up at Din through your eyelashes. Your eyes watered as you hollowed your cheeks, taking in as much of him as you could, gagging a little as the tip of his cock slipped down the back of your throat.

“Fuck!” He rasped, gently pushing your shoulders as he took a step back, his cock falling out of your mouth with a loud pop.

You couldn't help but giggle as he shook his head affectionately at you.

“Can you please take this off?" you asked, tapping your fingers against his helmet, "I want to be able to kiss you when you're inside me."

“Tulip, I can’t ta—” he started to say as he shook his head reluctantly but you cut him off. 

“—Blind fold me," you said, reaching for the orange head scarf on your dresser before he could move his lips to say no. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I know I can’t see you, but I at least want to feel you.” 

He took the scarf in his hands, folded it twice, and brought it up to your eyes. He wrapped it around your head and tied it behind your head in a perfect knot.

“Can you see anything?”

“No,” you whispered. You couldn’t see a damn thing. 

“Jate,” he uttered. Earlier that week you learned that that meant good in Mando’a. 

There was a brief moment of silence, followed by a tiny hiss of air and the dull thud of beskar hitting the tile floor.

Then next thing you knew a pair of mustache-tipped lips brushed against yours. You gasped against his lips before you blindly pulled him closer and kissed him back with all the passion you could muster. He groaned lowly and kissed you back with just as much zeal, cupping your cheeks to deepen the kiss. The small bottle of wine you two had shared over dinner left a smooth flavor on his soft lips. 

“Lay back for me,” he said as he broke the kiss and pushed you gently onto your back. He made sure you were comfortable, moving a couple of pillows under your head before climbing on top of you and slotting himself between your spread legs. His cock brushed against your clit and an embarrassing noise slipped past your lips, but you were too turned on to give a damn.

He lined himself up with your entrance, dragging the tip of his cock up your wet slit and rubbing teasing circles into your clit, making you gasp and shudder underneath him in anticipation.

Din pushed inside, sliding in slowly until he was full seated inside of you. You let out a sharp breath as he split you open on his cock. You were full, almost overwhelming so. It’d been a while. Years.

“Fucking tight—Nghh,” Din hissed, pulling out a little and pushing back in, watching your pussy stretch around him. “You’re squeezing me, Tulip.” 

“Please move, Din,” you moaned softly, reaching out blindly to find his chest. Once you did you ran his nipple between your thumb and pointer finger, tugging gently. He let out a groan and he leaned forward a bit to kiss that very hand that pinched his nipples. 

At first, he moved slowly, rocking his hips as he adjusted to the vice-like grip you had on him. He was exceedingly responsive. That only made you wetter for him. You wished you could have seen the look on his face when he slid inside you for the first time.

He moved his hand that gripped your waist up to your breast, giving it a strong squeeze as he began to pick up the pace. You dropped your hand from his chest and squeezed your other breast, pinching your nipple the exact way you pinched his.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, Din,” you whined, choking on a sob as his hips slammed into yours, setting a relentless pace. Slap, slap, slap, slap. 

As he leaned down to take your nipple into his mouth, he slid his hand back down to grip your waist, circling his tongue around the hard bud before gently tugging it between his teeth. You arched against the bed, crying out in pleasurable pain.

The inability to see heightened your hearing. You just moaned desperately for him, your head thrashing wildly against the pillows, listening to the filthy noises of him pounding your tight pussy and the deafening squelching of your juices as he drove into your g-spot. It took everything in your power not to scream at the top of your lungs. He felt so good. Too good, almost.

He caught your lips in a scorching kiss. You clasped his face in your hands and opened your mouth, licking into him, tongues swirling with each other.

“Goddamnit,” you whined against his lips as he began to circle his hips, your g spot singing as he kept hitting it over and over, “Fuck me just like that, Din.” 

“Whatever you want, baby. Your pussy feels so good.”

“Fuuuck! I’m cu—” you cried out as your orgasm ripped through your belly, sending a wave of euphoria all over your spent body. You arched up into him, clamping down on his huge cock and trying so hard not to scream.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” Din growled as he fucked you through your orgasm, “Stars—you look so pretty when you’re cumming on my cock, Tulip.” 

“Din,” you whimpered at the praise. All you could do was call out his name. “Din, Din, Din—“

“—Fuck— Nghh, m’gonna cum, baby,” he groaned loudly as he hammered into you, fucking the literal breath right out of your lungs. 

“Shit—cum inside m-me, Din please,“ you begged, reaching between your bodies to rub tight circles into your swollen clit. 

He sank his teeth into the spot where your neck met your shoulder, letting out a low guttural groan as he spilled inside you, grinding his hips into yours as he filled you up with his warm cum.

Your hand was trapped between the two of you, and with the pressure of his hips grinding into yours, you came again, clenching tighter around him and squeezing more cum out of his cock. Din whined loudly, slightly trembling as you wrapped your free arm across his sweat-glistening back, bringing him closer to your body. Nothing but sweat loomed between the two of you.

You couldn’t see a thing; your eyes were wet with hot tears of pleasure that soaked through the blindfold. Your mind had become mushy and fuzzy. A coherent thought was nowhere to be found.

You were both blissed out and shivering, the aftershocks flowing through both of you as you embraced each other tightly. 

[garbinge]

The Long Game

Din Djarin x f!Reader

Day 29 these April Prompts: “Deep Breaths”

Summary: You contemplated (overthink) the news you have to tell Din as he walks you home. 

A/N: This is the start of a larger multi-chap (a theme I have LOL) not sure when I’ll get to posting more parts. I also haven’t watched s3 yet (I know I know, I’m waiting for my partner to catch up on Boba Fett so we can watch together!!!) but this is a little AU from the canon plot anyways. Also in this fic, the Mandalorian code has some stuff about marriage and love in it. Just to add some dramatic effect. First time writing for Din, I hope to get more comfortable as I write more!

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Mentions of pregnancy, anxiety/panic attack, overthinking, stress. 

Mando Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics​

Your nerves were starting to manifest into bile in your throat. You stared at the back of the helmet of the man you had been sleeping with for, well, years at this point, and yet you were nervous. 

“Din.” You said at a mumble, part of you hoping maybe he didn’t hear you and you could call this an attempt and try again tomorrow. 

“Yea?” He turned to look at you. Now his visor was staring directly at you, and even though his eyes weren’t visible you felt them burning into your own. 

It was a scene that was familiar to you, you'd pretty much seen it everyday, and when he was away on a bounty hunt, it was something you truthfully missed. The dark sky with bright stars, the low lighting of the town since everything had closed and the cantina was usually one of the last things to shut down every night here in Nevarro. But the vision of him standing there to walk you home was comforting, or at least, it had been before you had news to share with him. 

“Walkin’ me home?” You took a deep breath, the first of many, and stepped towards him, not letting your eyes move from where you assumed his were. 

“Of course.” His helmet rasped. You weren’t sure if the helmet altered his voice to sound like that or if that was just how he spoke since he’d never taken it off in front of you. Honoring his code despite the situation you two had. That’s when you started to spiral in your head. You never even saw this man’s face. You were lucky to have his bare hands touch you, in intimate situations as well as not. You knew his full name, but that was after months of him visiting you on Tatooine. Suddenly, the bile that had settled for a moment was rising, the thought that you might not really have known this man was eating at you and you were getting overwhelmed. Breathing was becoming hard, your chest felt like there was a bantha sitting on you. But something cut through the noise. 

“Take a deep breath, what’s going on?” 

Din was now standing in front of you, and his gloved hands were lightly touching your shoulders, in an attempt to ground you without being too forceful. It was something you never told him calmed you but just something he picked up on from knowing you. Right, knowing you. Din knew you. You knew Din. You might not have known his face but you knew him. His intentions. His life. His personality. 

You inhaled and let your shoulders rise, his hands not removing themselves as you did. 

“I’m good.” You kept your reply simple as you nodded your head forward to show you wanted to start walking.

He didn’t question any more, his hands dropped and he walked alongside of you on the path that began your journey home. Another amazing thing about Din, he didn’t push.

“Do you remember when we first met?” You looked up at the sky almost like you could envision that moment entirely right there. 

A chuckle left Din’s helmet. “Do I?” His boots crunched on the pavement as he walked. “I have a permanent scar to remember it forever.” 

“Sorry.” You smiled and looked over at him. “You're my best friend, you know?” You said after a long pause. 

“We’ve known each other for a long time.” Din agreed in his own way. 

It was funny, because he was right. You did know each other for a really long time. But yet, you never established any definition of the relationship you had. He visited you frequently on Tatooine when he was there for work. He brought you with him to Nevarro when your house burned down on Tatooine, he walked you home every night, you two started fooling around somewhere in the midst of all that and you never established any ground rules or titles, except you hid the intimacy from everyone. You understood the Mandalorian code, and you knew how much Din honored that. You didn’t argue it because well, it's part of what made him, him. 

In the years you’ve known Din and been sleeping with him, he’d gone away on hunts and he never questioned what you did when he was gone or vice versa. You picked up business as usual when he came back. You never did anything, although you did flirt with people at the bar, even when he was back, it was how you made a decent living and you thought he knew that but as the news you had to share with him right now mulled in your head you started to wonder if he truly did. 

Maybe he did keep warm bodies around when he was away. Maybe even more than that, and this was just what it was, friends with benefits. But could you even call it that? Friends? Benefits? Especially now? Then you remembered you just called him your best friend. Probably for the first time, or was it? Why was it such a big deal you hide whatever this was from everyone? They knew you two hung out? Oh, right, Mandalorian code, that calmed you down for a minute, but then the next thought funneled in. Well, there had to be a work around with that? He couldn’t have been the first Mandalorian to fall in love? Fall in love? Who were you kidding, you didn’t even know if calling him your best friend was appropriate and now you’re assuming he’s in love? Maybe you thought that because YOU felt that. Holy shit, were you in love with a Mandalorian? Your next thought shook you to your core. Not just a Mandalorian but YOUR Mando. Your Mando? Again the man who you couldn’t even call your best friend without going into an overthinking spiral? Your stomach turned. There it was that bile again. Making its way up your throat.

“I have to tell you something.” You blurted out, getting overwhelmed by your own thoughts. 

Din said nothing and stared at you waiting for you to say something. 

You stared at him, and for some reason, pushed all your thoughts aside. It was what you did every time you spent time with him, it was what you did to put you in this situation so it would have to work to let it out. You took one last deep breath before speaking. 

“I’m pregnant.”

[eggdrawsthings]

a duet in a galaxy far, far away

[fonmythenmetz]

[pedro-pascal]

THE MANDALORIAN Chapter 22: Guns for Hire

[anti-heroism]

the way pedro has played a cowboy, a space cowboy, an apocalypse cowboy and an old western cowboy

[lupinsuniverse]

older น้องGrogu 

(what if au)

[zener]

if u ever feel bad about ur limited knowledge of the star wars universe, dont worry! din djarin knows less than u and hes literally in it.

[drewharrisonwriter]

Masterlist

I write for any of Pedro Pascal’s Characters and for Henry Cavill. I occasionally go back to my roots, and write WWE fics. All works are 18+, minors DNI

If you want to request a fic, let me know what you want me to write. I don't have a formal tag list for each fic, but just leave a comment 😉

AO3 | Buy me a coffee?

✨On the Mend (Mini-Series | In Progress)

✨Donor (Complete)

Summary: You ask (beg) your best friend, Henry to donate--sperm.

✨ Is that alright? (Paused)

Summary: You are a musical guest in The Graham Norton Show on an episode that also features your ex-boyfriend, Henry Cavill. You play your latest single that you've written when you were 18 and in love with Henry.

✨ No Ties (One shot)

Summary: You don't do commitments, and it looks like Henry may be down for it.

✨Benefits (One shot)

Summary: Pedro and his best friend are in a situationship. With her recent health scare, he tried to muster the courage to ask her to be exclusive.

✨ Keeping Secrets (Currently being rewritten)

✨ A Chance to Start Over (In-Progress)

Written as @thedeadmansgirl

Summary: An unexpected news brought to surface unresolved traumas for professional wrestler, Mark Calaway, resulting to his third wife asking him for a divorce.

When Humanity Fell (2017)

Summary: A series of mini-chapters tells the tale of where some people were at the beginning of mankind's decline.

The End (2013)

Summary: A man swirling thoughts of his lover's demise.

Between Rain and Firelight (2014)

Summary: In the aftermath of a fateful night, two troubled individuals grapple with the weight of their actions and the consequences they must face.

[midnightdjarin]

din to bo katan season 2

din: you fake mandalorian I hate you

season 3

din: I will protect you with my life slay queen marry me

[petersthree]

New favorite media niche: sometimes…kids can be older than their dads

[flightlessangelwings]

Being inclusive with your reader insert fic is a kindness. It tells people of color (poc) that you are considering someone who does not look like you in your fic. It shows love and dedication to our craft. It tells poc that they belong here too and they can see themselves in your story.

Poc aren’t look for activism in fic, we know fandom isn’t that serious, but we should be able to have that same level of escapism when we turn to fic and fandom. We belong here too. This space is for everyone, not just one group of people.

Just to give a few examples of how simple it can be: say “skin warmed” instead of blushed, say “cradled your head” instead of running fingers through hair, say “angles yourself to kiss” instead of standing on tiptoes, use italics to indicate Spanish to take out a throwaway line of “you didn’t understand Spanish” things like that. Small changes that do not impact the fic at all but make a world of difference in inclusivity!

And for anything you can’t/don’t want to change, simply add warning in the beginning. Things like hair descriptors, anything reader might wear, some backstory for reader (especially involving family or where the story is set), readers job, things like that. A lot of times just having that heads up before the fic makes a world of difference!

And one example of kindness we as writers always worked to change: until recently (just a couple years ago) it wasn’t common to label the gender of the reader. But those who aren’t female asked writers to label it so they know which to read and which to avoid, and now it’s common to label the gender/pronouns of the reader. So it is possible! It just takes effort! And I’m a writer myself so I know it can be done!

We can pretend to be a bartender or a bounty hunter or an actress or anything else. But we shouldn’t have to imagine we’re a white one.

[eggdrawsthings]

sketch dump