#the mandalorian headcanons

[angelltheninth]

I love and agree with your Din Djarin headcanons- but I also like thinking about Din getting to that point of thinking of (fem)reader that way, or that crush of his beginning. Part of me feels like he’d get himself flustered realizing he has a thing for reader.. but I’d love to hear your take! <3

Din is so cute, helmet or no helmet! Always!

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, crushes, feelings realization, protectiveness, flirting, teasing, blushing Din Djarin, flustered Din Djarin

A/N: Only got a few more of these requests to go through. Also if you wanna get on my Star Wars taglist leave a comment here, or DM me, either one is fine. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated.

Din is not that good with feelings, he's always been keeping to himself

Keeps a tight lid on most his emotions, believing they would get in the way of his missions

You may not be able to see his expressions but you've been around Din long enough to notice the changes in his vocal tone

When he gets shy he tends to flex his fingers and let out this cute half-chuckle, half-grumbling sound

Got extremely shy the first time you saw his face and put the helmet back on right away

It's a very tough habit to get rid off, keeping his face hidden all the time, but him showing his face, even if it's just a little, is a great show of thrust towards you

He is extremely touch starved but doesn't know how to ask for touches

He has a protective streak to him that shows a lot, even if you don't need it he wants you to know he as your back, and if you do need him then he will be there for you

May know how to flirt but can't handle getting flirted with

Becomes a mess when you tease and praise him, your words really get to him, compliments catching him off guard, making him glad he's wearing his helmet

When you do catch him blushing he blushes harder and if his helmet isn't available he'll cover his face with his hand

Doesn't know the proper way to confess to you, most of his relationships have been short and others purely physical

Stars to wrap his arm around you at night, justifying the new increase of contact as him simply wanting to make sure you're safe, in case he somehow falls asleep before you wake up

Lucky you he mumbles in his sleep, and he has a lot less filter then

It's cute how he sleepily calls out your name while letting his head lull against your shoulder

Brushes his thumb on the back of your hand as a subtle sign of increasing affection

[ithebookhoarder]

A Work in Progress (Din Djarin x Mechanic!Reader)

Summary: Working at Peli’s repair shop, you’d never expected to find yourself growing close to a customer - let alone a Mandalorian, of all people. Yet, somehow, with every visit you seem to be getting just a little closer to the mysterious man behind the Beskar...

A/N: First of all, I love my Mando baby, and have been dying to write for him. So, thanks to the anon who sent me the message about Din being Demi-sexual. You really gave me the inspiration for this one. Also, I have to say, I totally agree with your head canon. Personally, I know what it feels like to have to have a close connection before you can even feel remotely attracted to someone. With Din’s beliefs and practises I feel he would need to feel connected before he could consider entering a relationship with you, let alone a physical one - but that’s just my opinion...

Warnings: N/A - but let me know if you think I missed any

Masterlist

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You’ve grown to know the Mandalorian quite well in the last couple of years; he’s a frequent customer at the junk yard and repair shop you work at, having returned multiple times since he’d first been forced to ask you for repairs. 

The Razor Crest was now a familiar ship and a smile always slid into place as soon as you saw it entering the atmosphere. Sure, you were instantly rewarded with Peli’s teasing, but you knew she meant no harm - if anything, she seemed to have a soft spot for the Mandalorian and the tiny green child he now towed about with him. 

Why else did she give him such a big discount? 

Why else did she always insist you prioritise him over any customers you already had waiting? 

Why else did she make sure you were the one to do the work - her ’best damn mechanic in the whole galaxy’ - when she could have done it herself? 

He would only get the best… which was probably why he always tipped the best too.

In fact, more than once, you’d been surprised by the purse of credits he’d place in your hand just before leaving, refusing to take it back no matter how much you protested. 

“Mando… This… this is too much.” 

“No,” he’d chuckle, “it’s the least you deserve.”

“But, it was a simple job-”

“Simple? Yes, but you did it well. You earned it, so keep the money. Please.” 

What else could you do but accept? It was just part of your odd relationship and the steady routine you’d fallen in to as time had gone by. 

Just like how he’d always make sure to talk to you when he was around, letting you ask questions about what he’d been up to since you’d last saw one another. 

Just like how he’d let you tend to his wounds, once or twice, after a hunt had gone a little awry and he was unable to do so for himself. 

Just like how he’d started bringing you little things from his trips to different planets, including the beaded necklace you never took off.  

It was all of these things that made him your favourite customer… that made you consider him more as a friend and a good one, at that. You were also pretty sure he felt the same. Otherwise, there were plenty other places he could have chosen to spend his time, but he chose to spend it with you. 

Today was one of those days. 

For some reason, Mando had managed to secure his bounty much earlier than expected and cashed in the reward he’d been chasing. As such, you weren’t quite finished with making sure his ship was safe to fly again. You’d thought you’d have a couple more days at least. 

He assured you there was no rush - he wasn’t desperate to leave the planet anytime soon - which was a relief. You hadn’t been ready to say goodbye just yet, nor had you had the ship ready for him either. 

Still, you were also kind of happy at the change in schedule, especially when it meant that Mando had decided to loiter next to you, watching as you finished your work. And, Maker above, did you love to having him there… even if it made butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

It didn’t matter that you couldn’t see his face, concealed as it was behind that helmet of his. You’d learned his mannerisms well enough to understand him through his body language and modulated voice-box. 

Like now, for example, the way his head tilted and seemed to track you as you dithered about the place told you he was studying you with great interest. You could even swear you heard the odd hum of approval… but that could also have been from the child, who was also watching you eagerly from his perch next to Peli’s office.  

“You know you can rewire this so it doesn’t blow so often.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, turning to stare at the Mandalorian, surprising him with your suggestion. You knew he was a capable mechanic in his own right, having made enough patch jobs over the years to see him through his travels. Still, you could tell he enjoyed listening to you and sharing your expertise. “Come here and I’ll show you. That way you won’t have to come in the next time it starts acting up… or force that sweet baby to climb inside the engine.”  

“O… ok - but I would argue it was only once.”

“Still! He’s a baby!”

The Mandalorian chuckled under his breath, and held his hands up in surrender. He knew better than to fight with you on something like this. “Alright, I get your point. It was a bad idea. You better show me how to do it myself then.”  

If you didn’t know better, you’d have said he almost sounded disappointed at the prospect of not needing to visit so often. However, he dutifully slotted into place next to you and began handing you tools when you asked for them, like you’d been working together your whole lives. 

You spent the rest of the day like that; passing tools between you and talking, feeling the tension grow every time yours hands brushed one another. Every time your gazes met. Every time you’d laugh at something the other said. 

It felt good… it felt, easy… it felt right - like something between you had clicked into place as easily as the machinery you’d been working on. 

If only you could understand it so well. 

Instead, your heart was in your mouth as darkness fell over the planet. For the first time since you’d met the Mandalorian, you actually felt nervous. You didn’t know why considering how well you knew one another by this point in your lives, but perhaps it was because you were supposed to be closing up the repair shop soon. 

It was now past closing time, if you were being honest, but you’d been having too much fun with Mando to even consider dismissing him for the night. Besides, Peli wasn’t even back yet to lock up and Mando was making no effort to try and leave. If he was still around it was because he wanted to be. 

Or so you told yourself as you tried not to blush for the hundredth time that day. It was just hard when his hand kept brushing against yours, and he was always somehow stood right next to you, despite having the whole garage to yourselves. The amount of times you kept turning around and bumping into him was getting comical now. 

“So,” he started, surprising you as he tore you from your frantic thoughts. “Don’t you have someone back at home to rush off to? I’m sure they’re probably wondering where you are.” 

“I uh… it’s still just me,” you answered quietly, surprised by the somewhat personal question. Sure, you often talked about personal things, things you never talked about with other customers, but his curious tone still caught you off guard. “No one to worry about me, thankfully. Means I can put in the extra hours here, given how busy we’ve been lately.” 

The Mandalorian hummed to himself. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes after, which was enough to make your nerves fray even more. Your hands were shaking so badly you practically dropped your tools as you tried to put them away neatly, back in their boxes. 

It was the heat of his eyes on you that made you feel light headed. What you wouldn’t give to know what was going on inside that helmet of his… 

“What about you? I know you have the kid now,” you replied hastily. “No one else in your crew to keep you two out of trouble?” 

“Uh, no. Just us two, still.” 

“Oh.”

Now it was your turn to fall silent as you tried not to read into the answer. Of course he didn’t have anyone given his private nature and slightly nomadic lifestyle. He’d only even taken Grogu on thanks to the failed bounty, rather than simply because he’d wanted company… even if you knew he was grateful for it nonetheless. 

“Can… can I ask you a question?”

You nodded. “Of course. Shoot.” 

“Do you … that is… dank ferrik, do you like me?” 

You blinked in surprise. You hadn’t expected that question. “Uh… of course, I do. Don’t you like me too?”

“Yes… but… I mean, not just as friends? or as a customer?” 

A small laugh escaped you as you realised he sounded every bit as nervous as you did. 

“Mando, you stopped being just a customer a long time ago. Ever since you brought me back those cookies from the market because you simply thought I looked hungry.” 

His warm laughter made your heart flutter. “I’m still sorry you only got to eat a few.”

“Who knew the little tyke had got so clever, huh?”

“That’s one word for it.” 

You couldn’t help but feel the paternal pride radiating off of the Mandalorian at the mention of his adopted son and his ever growing abilities. 

You could also feel the tension, building with every second his original question went unanswered. 

If you didn’t know better, you’d have sworn the bounty hunter was blushing, even beneath the beskar helmet that concealed the face you’d often dreamed about. 

As it was, he flexed his hands by his sides, as if trying to rid himself of his anxiety. 

“So, if I’m not just a customer then can I ask what that makes me?” 

He’d taken the words right from your mouth. 

Well, maybe you didn’t need words after all to communicate how you really felt about the man who had slowly stolen your heart piece by piece, with every visit... 

So, you took a deep breath. 

You stepped forward. 

To your relief, he didn’t flinch or step back from your advance - or shoot you point blank. 

No. Instead, his head titled and you heard him begin to try and ask you what was happening. 

“Y/n-“

He never got to finish the sentence. 

He was rendered speechless as you gently reached your oil stained hands up and rested them on either side of his helmet, holding him as if there wasn’t the layer between you both. 

You then rose swiftly on to your tiptoes, before pressing a kiss against where his forehead would be. 

The metal was cold under your lips. Yet, before you could worry that you’d somehow made an ass of yourself, his hands rose to rest delicately on your hips and pull you closer. 

His touch sent shivers through you, the feel of him holding you electric - even through the gloves. 

His head then tilted forward, so that the helmet was resting against your forehead instead, the gesture meaningful enough to make your heart skip a beat. 

“That uh… that answer your question for you?” 

A soft chuckle escaped him, causing you to release one of your own; it was all too surreal. 

Here you were, in your garage, blushing like some school kid with their first crush, after kissing the customer you’d never even seen without his armour disguising him… yet you knew him. 

Or, at least you knew what was important to know about him - enough to know he was a good person. A kind person. And a lonely one… 

“I think that clears most of it up, yes,” the Mandalorian murmured. “And there was me thinking I was imagining things.”

“Imagining things?”

“Yes, like that you weren’t just being nice because you were working on my ship, for example. Or because Peli asked you to be.”

“Peli asks me to do a lot of things, Mando, and I don’t know how you haven’t noticed by now that I don’t always do them.” 

Your laughter was unanimous, and loud enough that you both almost missed the sound of footsteps echoing from beyond the doorway - followed by a broken cough.  

“So this is what you call working?” 

You froze. 

Both you and the Mandalorian suddenly leapt apart as if you’d been burned. 

Thankfully, the owner of the voice waited a few more seconds before entering the room, giving you ample time to act as if nothing out of the ordinary had been happening only seconds ago. 

"You're… you’re early, Peli,” you choke, trying not to die of embarrassment as your boss sauntered into the garage. The smile on her face was a smug one, as if she knew exactly what had been happening. “I thought you wouldn’t be back until later.” 

"Good thing I decided to swing by early or I might have walked in on you two doing something entirely different," she teased, raising an eyebrow at the sight. “I’m just glad - by the sounds of it - you finally got your heads out of your asses and made a move. The tension was getting unbearable.“

"Oh… right.” 

"Be gentle with them, alright? They're a gentle soul,” Peli stated simply, gesturing to you. “And my best mechanic. Just remember that, Mando. You break it, you buy it.” 

You and Din were in unison without even trying as you both suddenly turned. 

“Shut up, Peli.”

[djarinsphere]

it's another day of thinking about din djarin and the nights he lay awake alone, craving for someone's touch and the feeling of being held. we don't talk enough about him feeling lonely and touch-starved

[betyloca]

headcanons din djarin jado courted by a yautja female

• You were companions since Grogu arrived.

• At first he saw them as a strong and important companion, which he liked.

• He saw that he didn't have to rescue you like a damsel in distress, you were a tough warrior to break.

• despite your intimidating appearance you were very gentle and delicate with grogu

• That child saw you as his mother and you saw the poor guy who said otherwise.

• Over time I developed feelings for you but I thought you would never notice a human.

• Compared to your species he was not tall or as strong as them, even you were taller than him.

• What he didn't know was that he had you eating in the palm of his hand.

• One day while he was walking through the market buying groceries he saw a flower with thorns, it reminded him of you.

• When he arrived at the ship he gave it to you.

- Hey din, did you swallow the meat I asked for?

- yes *handing you the bag*

-thank you

- I also brought you this* taking out the flower*

- *taking the plant in your hands*

- it reminded me of you

- *purring as he goes to his cabin to put it away*

• He thought you were upset by your purring, he thought it was growling.

•but you only went to leave the flower in a container so that it wouldn't wither

• From that day you started courting him.

• When you had farms I gave you bones from your prey

• you even made bracelets together with grogu

- What do you think, Grogu, this one or this one?

- uhh * pointing to a fang*

- what a good style you have, darling

• Poor boy, he didn't understand why you gave him such a thing but he accepted it.

-*handing him the bracelet*

- Eeh thanks * heading to the cabin *

- *looking at Grogu with happy purrs* he liked me

• Until you noticed that he never wore it, you thought he didn't like it.

• but he always had it in his pocket

•He began to notice how you tried hard in the hunts to impress him.

• also how you became more jealous and possessive when a woman approached him

- *din buying ammunition* how much does this cost

- 100 credits *looking flirtatiously* and tell me, Mandalorian, do you have a partner?

- sorry *looking at the woman*

- You know, are you alone?

- He already has a partner * you answer him while you pay him, growling at him * he's not alone, he has me

- Are you a woman?

-Hey, don't talk to him *defending yourself*

- ell-osde'pauk cjit ooman

• With that I began to suspect that maybe you had feelings for him.

• You didn't say a word to him all day long, you were upset about that woman.

• you were indifferent for a few days

• Din Avese asked Grogu what was wrong with you.

• until one day walking through Tatooine he saw another yautja

• had to find the courage to talk to you since he learned from you that they don't have to be bothered

• At first the male yautja ignored him until he told him that he had a friend of the same species.

• Had caught his attention, he asked Din about your behavior. He started to pay attention until he asked him.

- Does she try to impress you in battles?

-yes he even gave me a bone bracelet

- *suffered laughter* pff

- what is so funny?

- oh ooman *laughing*she is courting you

- she what?

- those are courtship rituals in our species

• after the yauja advised him he went straight to see you

• You had put Grogu to sleep when Din came in.

•you could notice how he tensed

- what's the matter?

- I have a gift for you

- a gift?

• He took out a necklace of fangs and bones

- I didn't know you were courting me so I returned the favor.

- *purring* are you courting me?

- Yes Cyar'ika I love you* showing you that she is wearing the bracelet that I made for her*

- *purring with happiness*

• He took off his helmet, he didn't care about breaking his creed, he wanted you to see it.

• You did it too, he wasn't afraid of you but administration.

• resting his forehead against yours while you purred.

• Now I understood that they were purrs and not growls.

-you are beautiful

- I adore you so much setg'in

• He knew that you would not allow yourself to be courted by any other ooman or yautja.

• only with him

• In the shadows you could see a little boy happy that his parents love each other.

yautja translation

ooman/human

cjit/ damn

ell- osde'pauk/ fuck you

setg'in/ mortal

mando'a translation

cyar'ika/dear, loved, darling

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Would you like more of this? If you like it just let me know.

[makrokosmuss-blog]

To see me

Summary: A head wound can be fatal for a Mandalorian. To not reveal ones face contrasting strictly with a pain that needs to be treated. Yet Din finds himselfs a savior - and is himself shocked at how much his touch starved soul enjoys each and every caress of soft hands.

Warning: Head trauma, blind reader, a lot of pining and a bit anxiety from Mando's side A/N: Due to request here a little short story about a blind reader/ medic reader tending to Mando. 

“It is fine.” “It is not.” The Armorers voice was firm and it still made Din quiver like a boy when she spoke in that tone to him. It also made the throbbing pain on the back of his head worse. Injuries to the head were not usual for Mandalorians. For reasons that need not be explained. Especially because of that reason they were deadly as well. The motivation to never show one's face was deemed to be greater than the one to stop  a slow painful death due to a head wound. This was the Second time Din had ended up with one. The first time he’d thankfully been in the presence of a droid that helped him out. This time however, he hadn’t been as lucky. It was at the back of his head too, he was unable to treat it no matter how often he’d tried. With dizziness and a migraine that drove him mad he’d made it to the others, hoping he’d recover if he’d just rested. Again, he hadn’t been lucky. Days had passed and his state had nothing but  worsened. A fever joined the migraine and the vertigo and it hadn’t been long til the Armorer had caught on to it. “If it’s a head wound it needs treatment. Soon.”, she spoke, her voice still tense and like she was scolding a thick headed child. “And how am i going to get that?”, Mando asked, looking up at her. In his state, sick with fever and his vision blurred even through the sharpening visor he felt like laying straight back down. Grugo sat on his makeshift bed beside him. Cooing worryingly. The little guy had not left his side since it had happened and had that saddened look on his little green face that made Din’s heart melt. The foundling had tried often enough to get under his helmet, use his healing on him but yet again and again Din had carefully sat him down, telling him it was not right. 

The Madnalorian before him crossed her arms, armor shining in its golden hue as it caught the light of the setting suns outside the window. It caused Din’s migraine to flare up worse than before. “I would know someone. I have to see if they are still around…”, she said. Her voice lower now, nearly a whisper. Mando frowned, shaking his head, slowly, not to make matters worse. “How would that work out?”, he asked, confused by her statement. Yet again, he wasn’t quite fit to think at all lately. “It does. I’ve sought them out many times before.”, the Armorer explained in a calming tone. “Is it a droid, then? I still don’t love them but i’d surely give it a go…”, he answered. Even he noticed just how weak he sounded. “No droid. But it is right for our kind. You can trust me on this, I will make contact. Rest now.” Din felt her hand on his shoulder. Warm. And reassuring. His head killed him. He closed his eyes. Trusting her. 



Grogu whined. A day had passed and Din found himself in his cockpit, readying the ship for flight. He looked over his shoulder, watching the little guy squeal. “What? I’m fine. I can fly you know.”, he said out loud. Watching Grorgu’s reaction. “I can. Don’t give me that look. I’m fine enough. I won’t kill us.”, he muttered, turned back to face the console again. Sometimes he felt crazy. For talking so much to his foundling, knowing he would get no answer. Maybe all the years of doing missions in solitude had made him mad after all. Nervous, definitely. Nervous to meet someone. Nervous about what would happen. About how this would go. He stared ahead. The ship was ready to go. Grugo cooed. “Fine Fine I’ll put the thing on auto-pilot. Let’s go.”, Din sighted, forcing him to just trust fate on this one. I. A Gaze He held Grogu closely, pressed against him. This was the place. He was sure of it. And yet he had not knocked nor rang for a minute now, simply staring the door down. The planet was nice. Clean. Green - bluish flora bloomed around the place. The street seemed awfully clean. No shady alleys, no run down taverns, no greasy walls. This wall before him was pure white. A house build of strangely white and smooth stone. Strange flying tiny creatures around him, surrounding the flowers in the garden before it that he still stood in. Grogu, once more, brought him back to reality. A soft coo this time. As if he was asking if everything was alright. It caused Mando to take a sharp inhale, his heart still beating fast. He did not know why he was nervous at all. Maybe because he was about to take off his helmet in there. Or maybe because this place seemed all too wrong for him. Too clean, too nice. He sat his Foundling down carefully. His head spun as he did. It reminded him all too well exactly why he found himself here in the first place. He stared ahead again. The display in his visor telling him once more that yes - this was the location he was ought to be. Somehow, even though it was the Armorer herself who’d sent him here, he felt his anxiety act up. He’d messed up already. He’d taken off the helmet before. He’d swore to himself he’d do anything to never have that happen again. And here he was, about to break that promise. Grogu squealed. He seemed happy enough. Raising his little hands to touch the blue leaves and then tried to get to the little creatures that sat on it. “Alright then. Let’s go.” Din took a deep breath, lifted his hand and knocked. Three times. Muscles tight. Expression stern. And then it all changed. Then She opened the door. II. A Whisper

It had taken her a while to get the door. To make her way towards the knocking sound, but as she did, she had surely noticed him standing before it. Mando stared her down. Straight up gazing at her soft features. The shine of her hair. The silken dress that hugged her figure loosely but oh so wonderfully. She was radiant. Dazzling. Mando felt his heart drop into his stomach, his heart picking up. She hadn’t spoken a single word until now. And he hadn’t either. Damn it he hadn’t even moved. This woman was supposed to take care of his head? How was that going to work out? Ignoring the fact that her looks bedazzled him, he still did not know how she was to solve this problem that he had. That he was here for. Mando watched her closely. Taking a deep breath. He was just about to say something when he noticed her soft smile changing into a confused little tilt of her head as she drew her brows together. “Hello?”, she asked, uncertainty tainting her voice. Hello?  Mando was the one frowning in confusion now. Why was she asking as if she didn’t see him standing right in front of her. Grogu squealed on the ground, raising his tiny arms towards the woman and grinning brightly - as if he’d solved the mystery before him. Mando, following the little one's gaze looked up again and then, suddenly it clicked for him as well. She did indeed not see him. It was the certain silver glimmer in her eyes that had given it away. Only visible when he was truly looking for it. She was blind. It rang through his head. And so many questions were answered. Quickly explaining himself, Mando stood up straight. He cleared his throat, then spoke: “I ah…the Mandalorian. The Headwound. The Amorer send me.” Not much of an explanation, he noticed quickly. Feeling a bit shy and nervous and still dizzy before her. The smile returned to the woman's features none the less and she quickly nodded, making a small and elegant side-step to make room for him to enter the door. “Of course! I’ve been waiting for you. Please, come in.”, she chimed, the smile on her lips genuine, Mando did notice now. In the way the focus of her eyes was just off. She moved so naturally though. So beautifully, swayfully elegant. The woman had already made him forget the pain in his head for just a minute there. III. A touch He had entered the small house. Had been told to sit down. Mando did, as usual, exactly as he was told. It gave him time to look around and calm his breathing. He was still nervous as hell, even though this turn of events had indeed calmed him a bit. She could look at him, straight up, no helmet involved, and would not see his face. It was quite the genius concept for a mandalorian medic, really. Yet again, he asked himself just how good of a medic she was if she could not see what the hell she was doing. It frightened him a little. As did the fact that he was still to remove his helmet right in front of the lovely woman. He had asked her where he could sit Grogu down for the time being. She had shown him to a room. A couch in it. A desk. Not much more. Yet the cushions were soft enough and with some loving words of encouragement and explanation the little foundling sat perfectly still on them. Mando bringing his favorite snack along and offering it as a bribe surely had helped as well. That dilemma was taken care of then. Only her remained. Her, the mysterious woman who still sorted things out just behind him. Her, that made him all so nervous in two very different ways. “Are the blinds closed?”, she asked, her voice as soft as he remembered it. He did not need to look at them to know they weren’t. “No. May I close them?”, he asked, a frown on his features. He’d love to get up and just…move to ease the tight muscles and calm his quickly beating heart. “Yes that would be lovely, thank you.”, she smiled softly, turning to him. He watched her again. Not returning the smile. She wouldn’t see it anyway. He asked himself if that was making it better or worse for his conscience. He needed to ask. At least to take the pressure off a little. Yet he felt it was not very nice to do so. He wavered, then turned over his shoulder as he closed the black curtains before the window, darkening the room. “I…I’m sorry to ask. truly I am but…”, he started, soon to be interrupted by her. He was surprised that it turned out to be a chuckle. A sweet and delightful yet soft chuckle. “I see nothing. No worries. You can take the helmet off without restraint, Mandalorian. This isn’t the first time I am doing this.”, she explained. Her tone was reassuring and well meant. It eased him a little. “Huh…Alright then.”, he agreed quietly, taking his seat once more. He looked around. The room was pretty barren, a bit minimalistic but apart from that nice and still cozy in a way. “Anything I can…do?”, he asked, tapping the chair nervously with his gloved fingers. She smiled at that, concentrated on her silver tray before her with all kinds of useful utensils on it. “You may undress.”, she spoke. It made Mando’s skin trickle. “All or…”, he asked, voice deep, trying his best not to stutter. “It’s just the head wound, yes?”, she asked, raising a brow. “Yes, all else iis taken care of.”, he answered dryly. “Just the helmet, the gloves and the shoulder pieces then. Please.” Just. Mando disliked even that quite a lot. Yet got to work quickly. All felt relatively normal but the helmet. He wavered at the helmet. Not quite daring to take it off just yet. She moved over to him then. And then he felt her. Soft hands, caressing over his shoulder, towards his chest.

The man felt blood rushing to his head and his skin tingled. He had been so touch starved for so long that even this felt like the most intimate thing he’s felt in months and just like that, he tensed up underneath her gentle hands. She stood behind him. Her hands on his shoulder, caressing and massaging along the neck. “Helmet is still on, I feel.”, she teased. The woman did not judge nor pressure him. She sounded understanding, if anything. “I..yeah…Sorry it’s…”, he started, stumbling over his words. impossible. horrid. most intimate. near hurtful. “I understand. Completely. We’ll take it slow, no need to remove it just now.”, she spoke. Her tone was so calm and reassuring. So very guiding and careful with him. Mando found himself enjoying that a bit too much for his own liking and just like that he leaned back a little, enjoying the massage of his strained neck. A touch most magical.

“Tell me what exactly the problem is.”, she offered, trying to ease him into teh experience. Mando sighted. Closing his eyes. “Mission gone wrong. I landed head first on stone. Hard. Usually the helmet buffers each fall but I must've landed in a bad way. Hit my head. Just above the right eye.”, he explained. He was still tense. Still nervous. His heart was pacing quickly and his breathing was irregular. She only hummed softly. Urging him to go on. Her hands never stopped caressing him. She felt wonderful.

“I…had a bad headache after that. Noticed blood trickling out from underneath my helmet. Checked myself in the mirror. Was too dazed to do something about it myself. It only got worse after I checked back in with the others.”, he continued. He was easing slightly. Losing himself in her touch and his tale. “I understand.”, she nearly whispered, “What exactly worsened?” This time he answered straight away. Way less restrained. “The pain. Dull and throbbing behind my forehead. Dizziness. Nausea.”, he sighted.

“I am very sorry to hear that. I’ll see what I can do, It might be serious however.”, she warned him, genuine worry and feel in her voice. Mando nodded. “I…trust you. I suppose.”

“You can. Many of your brothers and sisters have come here. There wasn’t one yet whom I could not aid.”, the woman spoke reassuringly, squeezing his shoulders lightly as a little heads up. Mando found himself smiling at that. “Now. Helmet. Want to take it off yourself or do you want me to do it?”

He froze again at that. Damn he’d grown quite comfortable just now. Could’ve stayed like that…but there was the matter at hand. “I…” Mando had never ever thought that he would ever let someone else touch his helmet. Yet again. Many Mandalorians had come here. He was safe with her. It was alright. It was fine. Trauma trickled underneath his skin. To be seen. To remove the helmet himself and… “Would you do it?” He wouldn’t want to repeat that trauma.

She was soft. And respectful. Her slender hands found the right button to release the tight grip of the helmet all too soon and with the uttermost care she grasped underneath the metal, lifting it off his head.

Mando still hated and loathed every second of it, yet again, the extreme pain that flooded through his body like a toxin as soon as the pressure of the helmet was released showed him just how much this action was necessary,

“Are you okay?”

She had asked carefully, still holding his helmet in her hands. “I…Yeah.”, the Mandalorian before her answered. Sweetly, she reached over him, placing the helmet back into his hands, so he could hold tightly onto it during the procedure. She still stood behind him. Still, even in theory could not glance at his features. Din Djarin felt utterly naked nonetheless.

“You have a lovely voice. By the way.”, she then said. Mando frowned, turning his head over his shoulder to look at her without a second thought. “What?”, he asked, not noticing he had just turned his features to her right then. She seemed to look right through him. So sweet, so beautiful she stood before him, a lovely smile on her perfect lips. “Without the modulator. You sound handsome.”, she repeated herself. A blush creeped up her cheeks and Mando felt his heartbeat picking up pace once more.

“I…thank you.” “You are very welcome.” “You”, , he stopped himself there. not daring to tell her just how wonderful she looked, “It’s…nothing. Sorry.” “All good then. Let’s get you sorted out.”, she spoke with that smile of hers, closing in again.

Her soft hands running over his bare skin. He reveled in every last one of her touches. Painful or not. “You’ll be out of here in no time, Mandalorian.”, she promised. He could hear the smile in her soft voice. Hoping she would be wrong.

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[absurdthirst]

Idk if you’ve done this before (you can ignore this if you have) but how would each of the Pedro guys react if you told them you were pregnant?

**So I have done the pregnancy HC before, but that was when there were few boys, so lets add on to it.....

When They Find Out You’re Pregnant:

Javier: Shocked. No clue why because it wasn’t like either one of you were exactly practicing safe sex. Condoms were hardly ever used and you weren’t on birth control. He’s going to internally panic for a bit, disappearing into his work. He won’t disappear on you, he will drag into the apartment after you are asleep and get up before you do. Eventually coming to terms with the fact that he needs to be a better man and he comes home to tell you that he is all in.

Ezra: Worried. The life of a prospector and a floater is not the kind of life he wants for his child. He won’t articulate those worries, instead sleeping less and thinking long into the night while he has his hand on your womb. When he starts to form a plan for a life you can have that doesn’t include the danger of your current lives, he will wake you up, regardless of the hour to start excitedly laying out the plan.

Mando: Stoic. You can’t tell from the impassive view of his visor what he is thinking. Until the Crest goes dark and suddenly you hear his helmet thunk on the grated floor. Passionate lips overwhelm yours as he tries to show you what he is feeling. After he kisses you breathlessly, he will finally speak. “We will raise warriors cyar’ika. Marry me.”

Catfish: He is shocked and excited. He already has a child that he loves beyond comprehension. Never thinking he would have another kid after the divorce, so when you tell him that you are pregnant, he’s just in awe. Scoops you up into his arms and kisses you.

Tovar: A satisfied glint is in that grumpy Spaniards eyes. He was expecting it, never having bothered to pull away when he finally cums. “Good hermosa.” He tugs you into his arms and his large, war calloused hand cups your stomach possessively. “Maybe those bastards will stop sniffing around your skirts when they think I am not looking.”

Whiskey: Panicked. Nothing to do with you. But the damned fear of losing a second family terrifies him like nothing Statesman could ever throw at him. He’s going to need a bit. He’s really quiet and leaves for a mission. Until he realizes how it looks to you. That you might think that he doesn’t want you or that baby. Then you can expect his broken explanation as he begs you for forgiveness and to give an old fool another change at happiness. With you and the baby.

Max Phillips: ????????????? Lucy, you got some ‘splaining to do!(although once he finds out it is his….this frat boy vamp will be nervous as fuck. Will it be like him? Will it be like you? Will it be like some kind of mixed best of both worlds? And GOD FORBID you have a little girl. He will be beside himself. You have to tell him not to eat the little boy in her class that kissed her on the playground.)

Marcus Pike: Crying. Tears of fucking joy after making sure that this is what you want. He will be on cloud nine. You are carrying his baby and he just doesn’t know if he could possibly love you more than right now. There were times that he didn’t know if it was going to happen for him, love and a family. And you’ve just given him the world. 100% alllllll in.

Oberyn: Celebrates with you in the most obvious way. By taking you to bed of course. After exhausting you with pleasure, he will stroke your stomach and tell you how much he will love watching you expand with his child. Does admit that he would prefer that you refrain from your more…..risqué endeavors while you are carrying, for the health of the babe. Rest assured your prince with treat you like a queen.

Dave York: Proud. Extremely proud. He might not be what some would consider a good man, but he loves his children. He’s good with them. When Alice and Molly were little, he would change diapers and get up at 2am feedings with no complaint. Now he has a chance to do this again and he’s thrilled. You can tell from the way that he starts planning. He’s a planner, so immediately he starts getting things ready for the baby. As soon as he is done spreading you out and gently making you cum. 

Max Lord: Overwhelmed....He already cannot give Alistair the life he wants for his young son. Cannot give him everything that his heart desires and it tears him up. His eyes are wide, almost devastated and he feels the extra weight of another’s happiness heaping down on his shoulders. He gives you a small smile and immediately puts on the charm that he uses to convince people to invest in his company and tells you that it is wonderful. Kissing you soundly and convincing you that it is the best news, even if he is falling apart on the inside. 

Marcus Moreno: Slightly shocked. He’s thought his days of being a father to a baby were long over. His eyes are wide behind his glasses and he’s speechless for just a moment before joy takes over. Lunging forward and kissing you quickly, reassuring you that he is happy about the news. Wanting to know how you feel about it and how you feel. Missy is going to be surprised, but also happy. She’s always wanted a sibling and now she gets one. 

Zach Wellison: Panicked. Like glazed eyes, heavy breathing panicked. He’s still not completely adapted to the idea that he’s not longer on the streets and he has a job that supports him. That he has a home to sleep under a roof every day. All the things that support that a baby would need immediately flashes through his mind. Only you wrapping your arms around him will bring him back to reality and he immediately hugs you close, promise you that he will take care of you and the little bean. 

Javi G: Ecstatic. Overjoyed and tears spring up to his eyes. He is blubbering like a baby and he isn't ashamed of it. He loves the idea of you carrying his baby, basically blubbering about how much he loves you and how much he already loves his baby. He will be nothing like his father, your baby will know how much they are loved. His hands are all over your stomach, caressing the area where his child is safely nestled. 

Dieter Bravo: He’s high as a fucking kite when you tell him, but then again, when isn’t he? He frowns at you in confusion and looks down at your stomach for a second before looking at your face again. “How?” He asks stupidly, as if constantly asking you to have sex with him wouldn’t result in a pregnancy. 

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[twsthoodstar]

Twst Cast x Mandalorian!MC 🗡

Now this is certainly interesting, because instead of a lone MC with no experience in magic and no clue what on Earth is going on popping out of a coffin, a stranger in a suit of armor and what appears to be various sorts of weapons falls out of the coffin straight onto the floor with a bang!

At first Crowley believes you to be some sort of knight, or at least in a knightly costume. And encouraged you to take it off; big mistake. You point your blaster ready to shoot, then all of a sudden you had the whole school ready to take you down. Not that it surprised you.

If you follow the ancient ways of Mandalore, and refused to take off your helmet, then be prepared to be pestered and poked by nearly the entire school. But your quiet demeanor and blaster on the hip usually does the talking for you.

Unless Crowley took that away from you, no weapons in school!

If anyone bothers to ask why, you merely turn to look at them and say, “This is the way.”

Even if you don’t keep your helmet on, that doesn’t stop everyone from being curious. It’s not everyday you have an alien (according to them) from outer space on campus!

It does take you some time to open up, going through a literal wormhole and now having to enroll in a school full of wizards was not your idea of a good day. But you’d definitely be the mom friend once you do open up.

Keeping the others in line while you make it to class on time, stopping Grim more than once from stealing everybody’s lunch, even stopping a few fights between those that look for trouble.

No one messes with you, not even Leona and his losses unless they want a face full of metal flying their way. Being a Mandalorian, you are incredibly skilled in fighting. The stories of your people you have passed onto your friends, and it takes every ounce of will power to keep their minds from blowing up. 😅

A giant Mythosaur, armies of battle droids, clone troopers, an evil galactic empire, and a mysterious creed?

Now that sounds like wild ride: you’ve had to stop the ADeuce duo and even Idia from jumping through the mirror to get a glimpse of the crazy sci-fi comic you hailed from. 🤦🏽‍♀️

[buckyhoney]

Throat training with Din is all I've been thinking about for hours.

-PR

hehe throat training with din? i would pass away

din would caress your cheek before you closed your lips around his head. small grunts would get lost in the helmet, "that's it, just like that" he would say just staring down through the visor- completely mesmerized at how determined you are.

relaxing your jaw and gripping onto his clothed thighs, you allow yourself to take his cock till the tip barely touches the back of your throat. gagging on his length, you pull off of him. saliva coats your mouth and you're gasping for breath. din can see how disappointed you are for not being able to do more.

"it's alright, mesh'la- you're doing so good." wiping your mouth you adjust back on your knees, licking up and down his length. taking a deep breath you slide his length down your throat till your nose brushes against the fabric of his flight pants. "dank ferrik-" he curses, sucking in a breath. you hold there you run out of breath, satisfied with your improvement. "m'so proud of you," din sighs, caressing the side of your cheek.

join the sleepover!

[autisticheadcanonsdaily]

Din Djarin from The Mandalorian is autistic, submitted by anon!

[justnat15]

Fennec Shand is definitely the reluctant older sister. “Manners. I like it.” Will act like she doesn’t care, but will also shoot anyone who gives you trouble. Only she can give you crap.

Boba Fett is the cool older brother who will soo take you to buy your first pet. Will teach you to shoot so you can take care of yourself. But will team up on you with Fennec.

Din Djarin is the middle child who’s a bit quiet and sometimes awkward, but he will eff someone up if they mess with you. And he has an adorable child who loves to snuggle.

Peli Motto is the best aunt who finds you your first car and shows you how to take care of it. Secretly a softie and a romantic.

[otterseed]

What if Din Djarin had a son? 🥰

This is Luut (pronounced: LOOT) Djarin! He is 22 in this photo, and stands at around 6’4 due to the genetics in his fathers history xD. He is incredibly shy.

[roguetonorth]

Drabbles/headcanons game!

meanwhile going through a month of midterms and not being able to write a full one-shot (tho i have some good wips on the works) i decided i might as well drop a drabble/headcanons game!

its gonna work this way: you send me an emoji + a thought of yours (or just the emoji idk) and I'm gonna write a drabble/headcanon based on it!

🪩: confession drabble/headcanon

🗞️: gift drabble/headcanon

🫀: first kiss drabble/headcanon

🍯: hand kisses drabble/headcanon

🫧: neck kisses drabble/headcanon

🌕: making out drabble/headcanon

🪢: nightmare drabble/headcanon

💍: proposal drabble/headcanon

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🪴: Sick/hurt & caretaker drabble/headcanon

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🌕: sharing secrets drabble/headcanon

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🍸: drunk drabble/headcanon

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🎨: hobbies & skills drabble/headcanon

🎡: dreams drabble/headcanon

💕: Au drabble/headcanon

🍁: comfort drabble/headcanon

❤‍🩹: emotional intimacy drabble/headcanon

Those requests can either be a headcanon or a drabble (anything under 1k words) and they will be posted more regularly than the actual one-shots, since i take long with those! It's a way to interact with y'all and practice my writing <3

[djarinsphere]

hi there! would love a short fic about jedi!reader introducing Din to long-time friends Han and Leia, which eventually leads to a very intense game of sabacc between Din and Han. thank u <3~

A game of sabacc

Din Djarin x female!Jedi!reader

Words: 1.9k Warnings: mentions of alcohol

For weeks, you had been trying to get Din to head to Coruscant with you. Whenever you brought it up again, he let out an annoyed sigh, talking about how he had so much to do when it came to bounties, payments and travel. 

You respected that of course. Being in a relationship with Din for a while had taught you that the man had his own way to travel, to live and to handle things. Going back to Coruscant to meet with some old friends of yours just wasn’t high on his list of priorities right now. 

But this list had to change at some point. As he slowly started working through the long list of available bounties, he gained more free time. Din would have preferred to spend it with you on a remote planet, just the two of you basking in your love for each other, but if visiting Coruscant was going to make you happy, then he would use his free time for that. Anything to see a smile on your face. 

Besides, you had talked a lot about Han Solo and Leia Organa. Your eyes were sparkling every time you told him a story about your two friends or just referred to a funny situation you had been in with Leia.

While you had been exploring your connection to the Force, mostly with Luke, you did have a lot of intimate talks with Leia as well. It brought you closer together, making you good, intimate friends. Din deserved to know that part of you.

You had been together for quite a while, a year or more, but he had never met any close friends of yours. Acquaintances maybe. People that had helped you out on your travels every once in a while. But after all this time together, sharing intimate moments together, opening up more and more, you felt like Din needed to meet your long-time friends eventually. 

It was a sunny day when you finally arrived in Coruscant, landing with the Razor Crest. “Oh, there she is!” You exclaimed excitedly when you spotted Leia outside. The woman was carrying a smile on her lips as she watched the engines of the Razor Crest turn off one by one. “I’ve seen her before. In the holo news,” Din mumbled, fixing the position of his helmet a bit. He didn’t wear it around you that often anymore, but as soon as you entered the atmosphere of a new planet, where scans of the ship could be made, he was hiding his face again. You respected this tradition. His armour was a part of him, as was the Mandalorian way of life. 

“Of course you’ve seen her before. She’s a war hero and part of the New Republic.” A chuckle left your lips as you shouldered your bag and then climbed down the ladder from the cockpit. Grogu was already in his little floating crib, a satisfied expression on his face. You had given him some sweets earlier. “Excited to meet some friends?” You asked him with a smile and the small child angled his head slightly, a curious expression filling his gaze. 

As soon as the ramp had opened, Leia was coming towards you, her arms flying around your neck to pull you into a tight hug. “Oh, how I have missed you,” she smiled, the excitement also filling her voice. You felt at home, welcomed back into the arms of your friend. 

You didn’t hesitate to hug her back, happiness spreading into every bone of your body. As soon as you left the hug though, you reached back to grab Din’s arm gently. The cool metal of his armour felt familiar under your fingertips. 

“Leia, this is Din Djarin. A bounty hunter I’ve been travelling with and well…” You didn’t need to say more. Leia understood that Din was not only “someone” you travelled with. At least not anymore. 

You could feel Din’s nervousness through the Force. He could hide it well behind his mask and his armour sometimes, but he couldn’t betray the Force. He couldn’t trick your feelings, the connection between you two. 

“Welcome to Coruscant, Din. My husband and I are excited to finally meet you,” the Princess smiled, as welcoming as always. Leia had a presence you had never seen before with anyone else. She was friendly, encouraging and a great leader at the same time. Without her, you doubted that the Rebellion would have been able to defeat the Empire. Without her, the war might still be going at this very moment. 

“Oh, I’m glad Han is here. Haven’t seen him in a while either,” you chuckled, remembering the last times you had visited Leia. Han just wasn’t one to settle down for a long time. He needed adventure, the dangers of the galaxy, in his every day life. 

“Yeah, he’s been preparing some drinks for us all. Follow me.” Leia gestured for you and Din to follow her to their apartment. 

Din couldn’t deny that he had never been in a place as fancy as this one. Technologies he had never even heard about ran this place. The apartment was huge, the windows big enough to capture the gigantic Coruscant skyline. “You also used to live in a place like this, cyar’ika?” He whispered, bending down a bit to make sure no one else heard. “No, but I’ve spent some time here. With the princess,” you explained, a chuckle leaving your lips again. You had never experienced the luxury of really living in a place like this, but your friends had often enough let you get a glimpse of it. 

Han Solo, the infamous pilot and smuggler, greeted you in the living room area. It was spacious, with a long couch and drinks ready on the glass table. You greeted him with a hug as well, feeling his hands rub your back in a brotherly gesture. “Been a while,” the pilot grinned and then took a step back to look at you. “No major injuries. Everything’s going well, then? And who is this guest of yours?” He asked, not hiding his curiosity. Not that he had ever been able to hide it. 

“That’s my partner. Din Djarin,” you replied. A smile spread over your lips. He was your partner. Hopefully for more years to come. 

“You look like you could play an entertaining game of sabacc, my friend,” Han grinned, offering Din his hand. 

The Mandalorian tensed up a bit, before he eventually shook Han’s hand. “You could say that.” You had seen Din play sabacc a handful of times. He was good at it. Especially since no one was able to read his expressions usually. You had only played against him once, but had failed miserably.

“Then let’s go.” Han had a wide grin in his face as he lead Din over to the kitchen table. The pilot grabbed a deck of sabacc cards from a cupboard in the kitchen, eventually laying down the cards. You positioned yourself behind Din, putting your hands on his shoulders. “Good luck,” you whispered, fingers brushing over the scarf around his neck. You wished you could give him a kiss as a good luck charm. But maybe he could have one as a reward later. 

The game eventually started. Han’s expression immediately changed. The grin was gone, instead he was furrowing his eyebrows as he concentrated fully on the cards in front of him. Din’s shoulders tensed up under your grip as he studied his own cards. You could feel the tension between he two players growing continuously. 

Glances were exchanged, in hopes of trying to read the other’s mind. Could they maybe have better cards? “I know I’ve won,” Han said, confidently. It was probably a part of his strategy, trying to make Din slip up and maybe draw more cards that could possibly be a disadvantage. 

“Do you?” Din asked in return, leaning forward a bit. “I think you’re trying to fool me, smuggler.” The tension was rising between them, your hands getting a tighter grip on your partner’s shoulders. 

Leia was already making a step forward to maybe interfere with this game before it could get out of hand. But Han motioned for her to stand back, for now.

“And I think you’re trying to look tough with those cards on your hands.” Han’s mouth formed into yet another grin as he leaned forward as well. Din’s heartbeat rose, a sign of his growing ambition to win this game. Had it been a good idea to let these two play a card game together?

“Just like you’re trying to look tough by switching up your cards with the ones in your sleeve.” 

You raised your eyebrows at the pilot in the seat across from you. Han’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red. “You-” he started, but an angry stare from his fiancé was enough. 

“How?” 

It was all Han asked after that. He wasn’t embarrassed about his attempt at cheating, they didn’t actually play for money, but his ego was still a bit hurt. The Mandalorian was the first person to look past his tricks.

“Let’s just say I’ve got an eye for that,” Din shrugged confidently, slowly getting up again. “Maybe you should try to act less confident next time. It’s kind of like carrying a sign that says ‘I cheat’ around everywhere you go.”

Han let out another chuckle, clearly amused but also impressed by how well Din had been able to identify his tricks. 

“Well done. A drink?” Han suggested, handing out the drinks he had already made earlier. Din wasn’t able to drink it now of course, but he would gladly do it when they were in their own room – the guest room. 

Din was slowly removing his armour, eventually placing his helmet down on the windowsill in your room. He let a hand run through his messy curls before facing you with a smile. “I was surprised your friend took that loss so well,” he chuckled, sitting down on the edge of the bed. 

“Me too. He’s usually quite bad at that. But… how did you know he was cheating?” You had been watching Han closely as well, but you had no idea what he had done with the cards. 

You walked over to the Mandalorian as he parted his legs for you to stand between them. His hands found your hips, giving them a small squeeze before he tilted his head further up, his brown eyes searching for yours. “I didn’t. I just figured he would. Seemed to confident,” he explained and an amused smile appeared on his face.

Din knew people like Han too well not to notice something might be wrong. Even if there was no real evidence at first.

You were impressed, truly. But you still had a question left. “How did you know about the sleeve then?”

“Common smuggler trick. I can show it to you if you want,” he shrugged, placing a soft kiss on your chin. “Even though I doubt I can pull it off. I’m not a smuggler after all.”

“No, you definitely aren’t,” you chuckled, hands finding their way into his curls. “You’re something a lot better. You’re mine.”

Then you kissed the Mandalorian, passionetely.

Maybe also as a reward for his sabacc win.

[betyloca]

din dijarin with a yautja female s/o jealous of bo katan

Din had spent more time with Bo Katan than with you. It didn't bother you that he spent time with other people, but the feeling that they were the same species bothered you.

You were never worried about your appearance, you were always proud of your body but when she arrived you began to compare yourself with her. You didn't have hair but dreadlocks, almost the same as the Nautolan. She had delicate skin. Your skin was more muscular with scales, some of which were rough and full of scars. She had lips and you had jaws that stuck out.

you hated feeling insecure you didn't want to feel that way but you couldn't help it and just thinking that she could kiss and you could never do that hurt you.

You were sitting outside your ship when you saw Din return with Bo Katan. They were laughing as they walked towards you. You could feel your blood boiling.Bo Katan: Hello Y/N.

y/n: hello s'yuit-de

She frowned without understanding what what you said meant, looking at Din.

din: means friend

he said looking at you

Bo Katan: Ohh well I have to go bye bye burc'ya

She said dismissing you, you nodded your head as she left.

Din: That was rude.

y/n: well for me it was funny

you said getting up heading inside followed by din

Din: And Grogu?

y/n: sleeping

din: in my cot or yours?

y/n: if you had been here you would know where he sleeps

Din: What's wrong with you? what is your problem

y/n: she is my problem

You said as you walked to the cabin leaving Din confused.

din left you alone for a moment before going to see you

you were in the cabin looking into space until you noticed his presence

y/n: what do you want?

din: I want to talk

y/n: why don't you go with her?

Din: What do you have against her?

y/n:* growling* all of her

din: what

y/n: look at me, I'm a creature with scaly skin, big jaws and claws and she's...

din: is it?

y/n: *slight growl* grr forget it

Din stayed thinking until he realized he started walking until he stood in front of you while he took off his helmet showing a smile of amusement you looked at him poking his hands on yours

y/n: what's so funny?

Din: Cyar'ika, are you jealous? He said, letting out some giggles, you looked away from Asia to the other side.

Y/N: Why would I be? I'm a respectable warrior, I'm not intimidated by a weak ooman.

din: ok whatever you say my powerful warrior

He said, kissing the back of your hand. He got up to leave but you stopped him and sat him on your lap, hugging him while you purred.

y/n: your warrior? *releasing purrs*

din: I only have eyes for you ad'ika

Kissing your cheek, you began to rub your cheek on his head without him realizing that you were leaving your scent on him so that other species would know that he is yours.

y/n: I also have eyes on you my sweet ooman

translation

yautja language

ooman/human

s'yuit-de/ idiot

Mando'a language

cyar'ika/dear,beloved,darling

ad'ika/love, dear

[ddejavvu]

grumpy beefy mando falling for soft!reader in her “grandma era” - all she wants to do is crochet, bake and frolic around the galaxy with mando and grogu 🫶🏽

"He doesn't like hats."

You glance up at Din from where you're testing a length of crocheted stitches beneath Grogu's chin, ensuring that the hat inspired by the local flora of the forest planet you've found shelter on won't fall off if he gets too rigorous in his play.

Grogu coos beneath the flower hat, but whether it's in agreement or protest you can't tell.

"He likes this one," You decide, when the little green terror before you doesn't fight as you maneuver his ears through their designated slots, "And he doesn't have to wear it if he doesn't want to."

Your fingers slip the little white button through the slot you've left in the band, and the hat is secured around Grogu's chin; the cutest little flower you ever did see.

"Oh, honey," You gush, scooping the child up and tucking him into your arms, "You wanna see your hat? C'mere, let's look."

You crouch in front of the tree stump that Din has settled on, holding Grogu up to the man's beskar chest plate. It's freshly polished, but not completely reflective, so at the right angle, Grogu catches a blurry, slightly distorted version of himself in a very pink hat.

His legs are still too small to kick in excitement, but his arms pick up the slack, flapping about while copious amounts of baby babble streams from his mouth. Evidently he's pleased with your handiwork.

Din stays silent while he offers his armor up for Grogu's viewing pleasure, but the child's hands soon find the soft strap beneath his chin and tug.

"I told you he didn't like hats..." Din murmurs, not to be cruel, but to fill empty space in the air when your shoulders deflate slightly.

"I thought he'd like it if it was softer," You hum sadly, helping Grogu take the button out of its clasp so that he can tug the hat off of his head, "I just figured he didn't like the helmet you gave him because it was uncomfortable."

As soon as you've freed Grogu from the confines of his flowery prison his hands slap against the shiny metal of Din's armor. He takes the child out of your hands but Grogu keeps his hat tightly clutched in his fist, and, with valiant effort, pushes the hat into Din's helmet, insistently cooing something that sounds suspiciously like buir.

Your giddiness returns, and you circle Din like a hawk, "Oh, you want your buir to wear it? Let's see," Amidst Din's protests you balance the too-small cap on his helmet, and he stills if only to save the hat from slipping and dying a muddy death on the ground below.

"It doesn't fit me." He grumbles, body stiff as he keeps it balanced on his head. Grogu seems pleased with his buir's new headpiece, squealing and showing off his newly-emerged teeth in a grin.

"I'll make you a matching one!" You declare, snatching the hat off of his helmet to give him the freedom of movement again, "Grogu, baby, what color should Din's be?"

"Bah!" Grogu decides, and your steps still where you're racing back towards your shelter.

"Uh... how about purple?" You suggest, and another resounding 'Bah.' is all the encouragement you need.

[absurdthirst]

❤️Keri, love your writing and thank you for everything you do for our fandom. ❤️

How would Pedro-characters react to reader using their safe word for the first time during a session of rough sex or role play?

Using Your Safe Word For the First Time:

Javier: Role play isn’t really something Javier does. He fucks, sometimes hard, sometimes slower. However, that time that he’s just really pounding into you, harsh grunts and bruising fingers digging into your flesh and you cry out your safe word, it’s full stop. Freezing and completely quiet for a moment while he is wondering if he actually heard you say the word. Before he is gently pulling out of you and starting to ask you what you need. He’s not exactly good with words, but he will take care of you. 

Ezra: Ezra is brutal, he loves to push you to the edge of your boundaries. Give you more than you think you can handle and then give you just a little bit more. “Just a little more.” is always what he mutters when you are gasping his name and nearly about to say your safe word. When you finally do, the switch is flipped. The intense, almost glare on his face gives way to concern. His harsh hands turning gentle in an instant and working quickly to untie whatever has you restrained and he’s cooing soothing words to you. His water canteen comes out and he offers you slow sips and the half a Bits bar he has tucked away. After you calm down, he will find out exactly what made you utter those words. 

Mando: There are times when Mando seemingly tears you apart at the seems, breaks your entire body and leaves you limp and exhausted after your stress relieving sessions with him. This time, it’s a bit of role play. Hunter/prey is high on your list but you didn’t realize how intense he would be when he caught you. The raw way your knees dug into the rocky ground while his cock spears up into you, feeling like he’s punctured your guts and fucking your stomach. The hand wrapped around your throat makes your entire body hum in delight, right before you foolishly panic. Croaking out your safe word and feeling your anxiety rocket sky-high. Mando takes it in stride, immediately stopping and his entire demeanor changes. He doesn't ask you what you need, he’s immediately doing. Pulling you up, redressing you and carrying you back to the Crest like you are the most precious thing in the galaxy, which you are. 

Frankie: Frankie has some issues, some things that need working out or muted in his mind. Drugs used to be the way that he tried to quell the thoughts and memories that plagued him, but now the two of you try other things. Creeping into the BDSM realm had shocked him, initially he had said no, but then he had gotten curious. Only to find that some of the things that the two of you could do helped with those invasive thought and made it easier to resist having a relapse. It’s controlled of course, he never wants to actually hurt you. So when you use your safe work, his brain practically implodes. It’s muscle memory to react, he’s trained himself to make sure that no matter what, that word will penetrate whatever headspace he is in. Immediately stopping and tenderly cupping your cheek. Verifying that you used the word and asking you what you need. Whatever it is, it’s yours. And honestly? It will be awhile before the two of you play like this again. You will have to ask for it, because he won’t bring it up. 

Tovar: What is a safe word? He doesn’t have a clue. However he is not a monster. He will fuck you rough, give you his cock exactly he wants to give it to you. But if you say to stop, he will stop. After care or checking on you isn’t really a thing, just because he’s not ever done that before. You will either tell him that he needs to slow down and he can try again or he will jerk off. But he won’t be mad at you, maybe a little cocky because you can’t handle him. 

Agent Whiskey: Jack is a cocky mother fucker. Everyone knows that. He drips cockiness every time that mouth opens and he speaks. However, there is something to be said for taking care of a partner. Just like he would a Statesman, he is equally devoted to making sure you are taken care of. He has a tendency to ride you hard, so when you use that safe word, Jack immediately reins it in. Normally it’s with you tied to the bed with his lasso. Those knots immediately are undone and he trying his best to soothe you. 

Max Phillips: He ignores it. No, seriously, he doesn't. He knows that he fucks harder than those fucking humans you used to fuck. So he’s listening for your safe word and he pulls back when you manage to gasp it out. He doesn’t need you dying on him when he fucks you to death. It’s hard to explain that one away. 

Marcus Pike: Marcus is not the pushover in bed you had expected. He is definitely dirty, fucking filthy in the way that he takes you apart when he is inside you. The first time you utter that word, Marcus feels like he has done something wrong, pushed too much beyond your boundaries. Frowning and stroking your face and getting you to talk to him. He had overstimulated you to the point of pain and you couldn’t take anymore. You will be spoiled for the rest of the night. Not lifting a finger for yourself and being pampered. 

Oberyn: So...safe words aren’t exactly a thing....especially not for brothel workers. You are paid to take whatever the client has deemed fit to give you and as a result, you have experienced a lot. So it’s shocking when Oberyn, PRINCE Oberyn tells you that at any point you want to stop, you tell him. Usually rich lords are the worst for the abuse. When you actually do tell him to stop, he does. Immediately pulling out of you and shuffling to lay beside you and ask what didn’t work for you. Sex is pleasure. It’s only pain when you wish it to be. 

Dave York: Do you really use a safe word with Dave? Do you? This man will rail you six way to Sunday with his hand around your throat and his eyes dark as coal and you will thank him for it when he spits in your mouth. However, if you are overstimulated and need that word, he stops. Is he exactly happy about it? No. Because he knows you can take what he has to give you. However, you will not even be aware of it, that concern on his face comforting you as he shifts into less dominate and more protective and caring. After you have a few minutes, he will ask what caused you to use your safe word. Memorizing the line he can push you to before he has to stop. 

Marcus Moreno: Safe words are kind of part in parcel of having sex with Marcus Moreno. Just like his mild mannered exterior his the fact that he is a Heroic - the leader of the Heroics, it also hides the fact that this man is freak between the sheets. He’s had plenty of partners before you, the last one being his wife and safe words were used. He doesn’t freak out the first time that you use your safe word. Just dialing back and stopping the role play. Moving immediately into nurturing mode and taking care of you needs. Comfort, water, checking you physically to make sure you are okay. Marcus is honestly the king of kinky aftercare. 

Max Lord: Doesn’t know what to do when you use your safe word . Honestly doesn’t react at first, except for stopping. Dumbfounded and unsure of what just happened. Needs a little bit of prompting but it’s okay. This man isn’t very experienced with women beyond the two others that he has slept with and he definitely didn’t have an adventurous love life with either one. So you have to walk him through what you need at this moment. However, he is eager to please and needs to take care of you. 

Zach: Horrified. Disgusted with himself and blaming himself for letting go too much. He’s stammering an apology before he snaps into action and starts taking charge and taking care of you. You don’t even get a chance to speak for awhile. We are talking this man examines you to make sure he didn’t do any damage. You will be brought water, food, a bath will be run. All accompanying those caresses that he hopes conveys how sorry he is. 

Javi G: Is there really a reason to really have a safe word with this man? He is literally a gentle soul who loves worshiping your body like it should be. HOWEVER....role play is definitely something he can get into. Especially when you put on your pleading face and pout at him. He will do anything. Except he gets a little too into it, and you end up using that word. He will be begging you for forgiveness and kissing you, asking you how he can ever make it up to you. Puppy dog eyes activated.

Dieter: Safe words? You use those? No, seriously, as much of a horn dog as this man is, he respects safe words. He’s already apologizing as he thrusts particularly hard into you. When the word pops out of you mouth, he’s pulling away quickly, eyes blown wide and slightly frantic as he tries to figure out what he did. More apologies coming out of his mouth and he’s about to order the entire room service menu to make you feel better. Do you want some cocaine? Cocaine always makes him feel better. 

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