#din djarin headcannons

[purehypnotic]

🪩 💿 look at what the light did now 💿 🪩

din djarin x reader

the origin of mando saying “wizard”, aka, what happens when din gives you the aux cord.

sfw, gender neutral

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He’s not a taxi service.

He insists on this, with one hand on his hip and the other pointing straight between your eyes, while dragging you from your hiding spot. His grip on your forearm isn’t harsh enough to hurt, but you know you can’t wiggle your way out.

“How did you get in?” the Mandalorian drills and you release a full body sigh. You’d found yourself in a little situation back at the space port. A little predicament, you might say. A little tussle that needed a quick getaway, so you darted through the Coruscant spaceport and threw yourself into the belly of the first ship you saw. You planned to lay low and sneak out on the next stop, but apparently not much can get past this Mandalorian.

“I uh came in through there,” you lamely pointed at the hatch. His helmet followed your finger to the door and swiveled back, unimpressed. You’d successfully avoided his attention for two days before he’d glanced at the cargo container you tucked yourself behind. Now here you were, awkwardly trapped between the container and the tin man, ready to convince him to let you couch surf.

“It’s honestly a miracle that I hid for this long, thought I would’ve sneezed or something to give me away,” you attempted at a conversation.

Silence.

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

Silence.

“Okay, alright, that’s fine. I really am sorry about sneaking in. I’ll stay out of the way or organize to make up for it,” you offered. His silence was starting to creep you out, but he squeezed your arm tighter and dragged you to the latter in the center of the hold.

“I’m not a taxi. You’re getting off in Nevarro. Stay in the cockpit where I can see you,” his clipped tone left no room to argue.

That was fine with you. Just dandy, actually, a real chair sounds pretty nice right now. The steel walls of the hold were hell on your back. As the Mandalorian stalks through the sliding doors and settles in the pilot’s chair, you stop in your tracks. You’d seen space only a couple times in your life, but hyperspace? The watercolor of starlight streaked past the windshield like neon rain, taking the breath right from your ribs. The dull thrum of lightspeed resonated through the cockpit, buzzing through your bones like an amplified bass. Glancing at the Mandalorian, you gasped. Soft blues and lilacs streaked across his reflective armor, haloing him, strangely beautiful, like an iridescent statue.

“Sit and buckle in; the Crest likes to stall,” he gestured to the seat at his right, not caring for your slack jaw. Was he not aware of the universe revealing all it had to offer in front of your faces? You took the copilot’s chair, but leaned your elbows on your knees to shift closer to the glass.

“Wizard,” you mumbled, stunned by the beauty of hyperspace.

“Wizard?” The Mandalorian deadpanned. What a killjoy.

“Space. It’s wizard,” you rolled your eyes. His wet blanket aura got in the way of your whimsy.

The Mandalorian puffed out an exhale that was a little stronger than the rest. Was that how he laughed? Is he serious? Is this what you were working with?

Giving up on entertainment from the buckethead, you reached into your pack for your earplugs and music player. A little archaic, but that was part of the charm. Fixing the little cushion into your left ear, you clicked at your vintage player and leaned back into the co-pilot’s chair as the intro to your favorite song started up. Sure, you were half-captive to a metal man with no name, but as you melted into the music with the gorgeous view of hyperspace, your situation didn’t seem so bad. It was almost peaceful.

“What is that?” The Mandalorian pressed.

Nevermind.

“Music, good music. You want some?” you offered the other earbud to the bounty hunter. He tilted his helmet in a way you were starting to suspect was how he showed emotion. He lifted one finger to point at the edge of his helm as if to say the earbud won’t fit. Awkward silence fell upon the two of you as you figured out a way to share your music with him.

“It’s alright. I’m sure you hear plenty of it while flying this thing,” you gestured to the control panel, happy that he’s at least communicating with you.

“I don’t,” Mando flatly confessed and you raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Music isn’t big in my culture. Unless it’s a war chant or a song for the kids, we don’t sing,” he continued. Briefly, you felt some sort of understanding for him. Robotic and sterile as he seemed, there was a person with a culture and an upbringing beneath the beskar.

“Plug it into here,” the Mandalorian pointed to an audio jack with an auxiliary cord cleanly coiled underneath, as if never used.

“I’d like to hear some,” he said softly. You caught something secret in his tone, as if he was asking for something he shouldn’t be having. Was his culture so strict that he never learned to enjoy music? You had a hard time imagining the Mandalorian dancing or humming under his breath. Your time as an accidental stowaway would’ve been less tense if you caught him tapping his fingers to a tune he can’t get out of his head. Only, he’s never been granted the mundane freedom of music. Fidgeting with the aux cord, a little nervous to show him your tastes, you were giddy to share this with him. Here is a warrior, who was absolutely ready to manhandle you off his ship minutes ago, gently asking you to share your favorite songs with him. His curiosity was endearing, no matter how nonchalant he tried to seem.

As the melody of the first track twanged through the cockpit, the Mandalorian leaned forward in his seat, as if chasing the song for more. His helmet tilted to face the glow of hyperspace, and you guessed he was feeling the wonder you experienced in seeing the stars up close. You slouched in your seat once more, half doubtful of how the hell you upgraded from stowaway to personal DJ, but also entranced by the mystery of the bounty hunter before you. How was he so intimidating when he found you, but so careful, almost bashful, when asking to share your music? Why were you so willing to give him more?

Snapping out of your stupor as the song crescendoed, you realized the Mandalorian’s visor was already pinned on you. A shiver ran through you under his intense gaze, and your wide eyes blinked at your reflection in his shimmering Beskar.

“This is a beautiful song. It suits you,” he murmured lowly. You felt a triumphant smile spread across your face, oddly proud that you were putting him onto good music.

“That’s just the tip of the iceberg, shiny. Track six is gonna blow your mind,” you leaned an elbow on the console as he puffed out another breathy laugh.

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True to his word, the Mandalorian dropped you off at the first spaceport he docked in. Without complaining or looking back (except maybe a couple glances), you hightailed it from the bounty hunter’s ship. While you ended up with a soft spot for the tin can, you didn’t want to push his patience and overstay your welcome. Admittedly, you wished you had spoken with him more, asked about his culture, or asked him for stories about the galaxy. Hell, you hadn’t even gotten a name.

As you perched under the veranda of a small restaurant, you fished through your pack to ensure all your belongings stayed inside. Digging between a thin blanket and an extra pair of socks, your fingers brushed by a cool, metallic object you didn’t recognize. Pulling out the pocket-sized cylinder, you turned it over in your hands as you unraveled a note coiled around it. The silver trinket was a commlink, you figured, and the note read:

“Let me know when I can hear that song again. It was wizard.” - Din Djarin.

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theyre listening to champagne coast btw

with love, katie 💌

[kryte-col]

Can't convince me that when Din Djarin fucks in full beskar it does not sound like metal pots banging together

When clones fuck still in their plastoid it sounds like smacking tupperware together

[pedros-husband]

you steal their clothes

pedro pascal characters x male/gn! reader

characters included: Javier Pena, Joel Miller, Javi Gutierrez, Marcus Moreno, Ezra, Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, agent whiskey, Silva, Oberyn Martell, Dave York, dieter bravo, Tim Rockford, Dio Morrisey

Javier pena: he thinks you look extremely hot in any of his clothes especially if you wear any of his tight jeans, the way the fabric clings to your ass has him reeling. and if your alone in the office/at home, he'll have you bent over a desk or in the sheets in moments. he doesn't hide how hot he thinks you look in them either, it's a lot of flirty comments and lingering touches. if you aren't in private he might walk up behind you and start trailing kisses down your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist as he whispers what he wishes he could do to you.

Joel miller: he won’t admit it but he thinks you look so handsome/gorgeous in any of his clothes, especially his flannel shirts, so when he catches you wearing one of them his eyes will light up and a small smile will play on his lips-only for a second though. Then he will silently walk over to you and wrap you up in his arms, smiling into your neck. And if it’s your day off he will push you down on to the couch/bed and hold you close in his arms, your face pressed into his chest as he runs his hands over the curves and contours of your body. If you try and mention how clingy he’s being and how he likes you wearing his clothes- he’ll shut you up with kisses and cuddles until you forgot all about what you where saying. (Sometimes it goes a little further and he’ll rip the shirt off you in heated desire, the buttons popping off as you gasp and he just grumbles about how he doesn’t care)

Javi Gutierrez: he smiles so wide like a puppy and sweeps you up in his arms whispering every pet name under the sun, kissing your cheek and trailing them down your arms and to your hands, telling you how he loves the way you look in his clothes. He will immediately propose that the two of you cuddle and watch all his favourite nick cage movies- and who are you to say no to that cute face?

Marcus Moreno: he melts when he sees you cuddled up in one of his hoodies and as long as he’s finished all his work he’ll drop anything he’s doing to wrap you up in his arms mumbling. How he’s so lucky to have you and to be your husband. He won’t be able to keep his hands off you and not necessarily in a sexual way he just needs to be touching you in some way, even if it’s just the pinkies touching on the couch if your working otherwise his whole body will be draped over you in a big bear hug.

Ezra: let’s be real he only really has a couple of undershirts and pants for under his suit so if you wear any of his clothes they’re going to be quite tight fitting (just pretend they would be okay) and so he’ll drool over you and immediately decide that the orlac hunting can wake a couple more minutes whilst he indulges in his favorite treasure…

Din djarin: he doesn’t wear anything other than his Mando armour like Ezra so instead if your a mando like him and you take your top armour off and are left in just your undershirt and trousers, he’ll flip the razor crest into autopilot and drag you back into the bunk room to retrace some tension he’s feeling

Frankie morales: he thinks you look so hot in his clothes even if it’s just his baseball hat (maybe with nothing else at all) and will twirl you around, smiling like an idiot, before swooping you up and putting you down on the couch, wrapped up in his arms. He won’t let you leave his grasp until the image of you in whatever your wearing is permanently engraved into his brain.

Agent whiskey: he thinks it’s the sexiest thing in the world, seeing you all cozy on the couch or doing the dishes in his shirts and shorts, he’ll walk up behind you , wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his face into your neck, inhaling the smell of your cologne/ soap and smile. Sometimes he’ll whisk you off to the bedroom as well

Silva: he loves when you wear his cowboy hat or his old bandana, to him it shows that your his and no one else’s, and anyone who sees you will know that your his as well.

Oberyn martell: he has quite a few of each of his robes as spares and such as he’s the prince so when he catches you wearing his yellow robe his jaw drops to the floor. No matter if he’s attending an important meeting or training, he’ll drop whatever he’s doing and whisk you back to your chambers.

Dave York: he’ll play it off like he’s pissed that you stole his clothes but will secretly steal looks when your not looking, his eyes wandering over your body as he bites his lip. He’ll make a few phone calls to call in late and re arrange some plans so he can have you for a little while longer…

Dieter bravo: this man can already barely keep his hand off you so the second he sees you in something that’s his, he’s tackling you to the nearest bed/couch, looking at you with excited and hungry eyes, mumbling about how much better his clothes look on you but he’d prefer none at all.

Tim Rockford: he catches you wearing his shoulder holster in the mirror at home , and stops in his tracks, taking a couple steps back to leer through the door and admire how it looks on you. He will stare for hours until you’ve walked up to him and tapped him in the shoulder, snapping him out of his daydream with a bright blush on his face as you chuckle to yourself.

Dio morrissey: if you wear any of his necklaces/ leather jackets he’ll go feral. He thinks it’s the hottest thing ever and will pin you to the bed, trailing kisses along your neck and chest whispering curses under his breath as he progressively gets more and more hot and bothered.

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A/n: sorry I haven’t posted any fics recently, I have had a flare up in my back and it’s thrown me off a bit, I’m working on a request that should be out soon hopefully and just a thank you to everyone as well :)

[lovelettersforthedamned]

thinking about riduur!din…

din is big into touch, even in public.

he’s always within an arm's reach when you’re out and about. Some of that is due to his overwhelming sense of protectiveness when it comes to you, but another aspect of it is because he loves it when people see him with you.

you were always so kind to the residents of Nevarro, always going out of your way to help others, and din loved that about you. having people know that he was yours and you were his was an honor to him. he took pride in being your riduur. 

while din was away on hunts off-world, you remain within the home you’ve made together. 

you used to join him while you two were just friends. his adventures became a team effort.

now as you’ve grown physically and mentally, you remain at home on Nevarro. his name has gained more traction within the galaxy, which meant more enemies looking for him, or even worse, you. 

you don’t mind staying back, but you worry, of course. you know he can handle himself, but there’s always that inkling feeling when he exceeds the days he said the job would take.

learning mando’a and learning about his creed

even before you were wed, you dabbled in learning a bit of mando’a; wanting to connect with din on another level. 

along with the language, learning about the history of his creed and the culture was extremely important to you.

it made din’s heart soften everytime you asked him to talk more about the creed.

din without his helmet

the first time he removed his helmet in front of you, it was before he was allowed to. 

when you two would go out on hunts together, din found himself face to face with his biggest fear, losing you. 

while exploring a cave in search of your next bounty, you fell into a deep body of water, your weapons weighing you down and pulling you further. din had no choice but to jump in after you, his own swimming skills barely strong enough to save you. reaching the surface, he ripped off his helmet to give you mouth to mouth, his creed being the last thing on his mind. he just needed to see your eyes open. you choked out the water that was residing in your lungs before looking up at din. you pushed yourself away from him, confused. you didn’t know who this man was until he said, “cyar’ika, it’s me.”

his voice made you pause, no way, you immediately shut your eyes, and covered them with your hand for extra precaution, “i didn’t see anything! i swear!”

you felt a hand reach for your wrist, pulling it down, “i know, i know…it’s alright (Y/N).”

you peered into his soft brown eyes, then trailed down to the arch of his nose, and finally came to his parted lips. the refraction of light from the water that almost killed you displayed a beautiful array of light onto his face, oh his face.

you couldn’t stop staring at him, and that scared him, until you asked, “can i kiss you, din?”

as he pulled you in, you realize that he was it for you. 

--author's note: something sweet for you on this november night...also, how are we liking this format??? i think it's cute, but im biased because i. made. it. LOL. everyone welcome bookie bear din djarin into my masterlist, WOOOOO. keep supporting your writers by liking, commenting, reblogging!! my ask/inbox is OPEN, so send me some of your juicy ideas so i can make them come to life!! ok, ily bye<33.

[svlvcious-pvssions]

I just reread Behave by @thewriterowl the other day and it got thinking what if luke went super feral while pregnant?

Like the only thing/person that doesn't piss him off is Grogu. Everyone else? Can catch these hands. Luke is force throwing people, hissing and growling, biting and clawing peoples eyes out, etc.. And Din LOVES it.

He doen't mind the hyper aggression, he's just proud of how protective luke is of their litter. It shows he made the right choice in a mate. (He still corrects Luke when it's too much)

I can just imagine them holding court with Luke on Din's lap, tearing into din's hand while constantly growling under his breath while Din's all like

[ladyzirkonia]

Bo-Katan showing the way she would be as a queen.

I don't want, but I can't stop because of these beautiful GIFs we're getting.

Princess Bo-Katan Kryce defending the foundling Din Djarin in front of the other Mandalorians is just so wonderful.

The Bo-Katan who used to make fun about his cult and way of life, this woman defends him, honors his way of life. He belongs to them, he belongs to her, he is no more or less Mandalorian than any of them. She unites people, she tries to create mutual respect.

And the way she smiles at him after that, the way her eyes get soft when she turns her head to him and the way her eyes opens up is just heartwarming.

And Din... sobbing under his helmet (I really would like to know what he's doing under his helmet at this moment). Because no one in his life has ever stand up for him and his honor like that.

[d-a-n-n-y-y]

Y'know that i post a headcannon where reader's art of luke seeing it? This how pretty much how reader's drawing style like this (but dw it can be any style of art what you wanna imagined)

(And yes its from miles morales art sketchbook and his style is cool after all? He draws other people like..)

I could imagine reader drawing little doodles and drawing others like leia,han, and other crew c-3po,rd2 and grogu even some other people like the mandalorian(din djarin),boba fett whatever you just like drawing cool people

Art by damian Fernandez gomez (dfg.art on Insta)

[ecmlol]

Mando headcannon

Griff pushes mando to contact Omera and we see them talking over hallo . She gives him advice on parenting

The visit omera or she comes and visit them

Grogu gets a data pad that he uses to communicate with.

Grogu gets more armour

Some of the The rumors  about a planet of dark forces using yoda species is true

Mando takes his helmet off

We see mayfield again

Mando gets a better ship and the n1 is the weekend ride

Zeb meets mando and works with him

We see Kallus and the kids they have a play date with din grogu

We see Ashoka

[thegreatwicked]

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How to Write a (Great) Sex Scene Another great article for new smut writers

9 Tips for Writing Steamy Scenes More tips to help you wirte good steamy stuff!

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[pidgeispunk]

Pedro Pascal Character Headcannons — Cuddles.

Joel Miller:

Joel can’t help but want to protect you, he revels in the way you fit so perfectly into his arms, back pressed flush against his chest. One arm drapes lazily over your waist, hand finding your abdomen to keep you close. His calloused fingers draw small circles over the skin, slipping a hand underneath the fabric of your shirt. His other arm is occupied cushioning your head, outstretched for you to rest your head on. You’ll have one hand lifted to hold the hand on said arm, fiddling with his fingers as the two of you chat quietly about whatever. Your legs are tangled with his, at some point his hand will travel down and push you back until your hips are pressed into his, fully spooning you now. His head is either pushed into your neck from behind, nose against your exposed shoulder as he inhales the smell of you. Not your perfume or body spray, you. Occasionally he’ll rest his chin on top of your head, but he much prefers burying his face in your hair, trying to get as close as possible.

Javier Peña:

It took Javier a little while to get into the habit of cuddling with you while you slept. Usually he’d just have a hand in yours, eventually letting go of it as he fidgeted in his sleep. Once he had learnt he could really trust you, that you might just be the one, he was able to admit just how bad he wanted sleepy cuddles. He expressed his love for the way your head tucks under his chin when you lay on his chest, curled up at his side with an arm draped over his torso. His arm would most likely be around your shoulders, thumb digging into the knots he could find in your shoulder blades, earning sleepy groans from your lips. One of your legs would be tossed over his, knee up by his abdomen as his other hand happily takes place holding that thigh. Sometimes he even lets you sleep on his back, on particularly hot nights when all he can do is toss the duvet away. Lying on his front with his arms folded beneath his head, your head nestles between his shoulder blades.

Frankie Morales:

You knew Frankie was a fan of cuddles right away, just from the way he hugged you. The way he held the back of your head was mirrored when the two of you were tangled up in bed, letting you settle yourself nice and comfy right on top of him. Your legs rested either side of his body, arms tucked around his torso with your hands wedged between his back and the olive toned sheets. At first his hands would be holding the plush of your waist, thumbs rubbing back and forth as he told you about his day, finding himself rambling about his helicopter for god’s sake. Throughout the night you would slump into his body, head pushed into his neck as his hands moved to your back. One hand would settle at the small of your back, occasionally running up and down along your spine. His other hand would take to your hair, fingers carding through it as he let his nails lightly scratch at your scalp.

Din Djarin:

Din wasn’t too big on cuddles, the times you slept together started as each of you just lying on your own sides on the bed. However, it eventually turned to something much more intimate, and vulnerable. Din relished in you being the big spoon, the way you would croon your head down to settle over his shoulder, sometimes pressing kisses to his bare back and scarred shoulder blades. Your arm would undoubtedly be around his waist, and you soon found he would always seek out your hand during the night. He’d lace his fingers with yours, and pull your hand right up to his chest, to his heart. His other arm would stay tucked under his pillow, a favoured position since he was young.

Dieter Bravo:

Dieter is a big fan of cuddling. The moment you two get into bed he’s wriggling his way down and between your legs, settling his head comfortably against your abdomen. He doesn’t mind where your legs were, over his shoulders, splayed down beside his body, his hands would always find your thighs. Sometimes he’s on his front, head turned sideways on your abdomen as your fingers stroke down his neck, nails tracing over the slope of his shoulders. Other times he’s on his back, arms tucked under your thighs as he feels your fingers card through his fluffy hair, occasionally humming at the way you gently massage at his scalp.

Marcus Moreno:

Marcus always want to see your face, he likes the idea of falling asleep with your features fresh in his mind. However, he’ll probably end up tugging you closer by the waist, until your head settles in the crook of his neck and he’s able to wrap both arms around you. He doesn’t miss the way you slip a leg between his, your own arms folded at your chest between the two of your bodies. His head rests above yours, a perfect position for him to be able to press kisses to the top, letting his lips linger there for a moment. He’s even fallen asleep with his mouth pressed to your head once.

[purehypnotic]

🤎•.¸♡ 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒔 ♡¸.•🤎

𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏🤍

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏…

𝑫𝒊𝒏 𝑫𝒋𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏🤎

💌🕯Din Djarin HCs, The Mandalorian 🕯💌

𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘

𝑯𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒐🤍

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏...

[chaotic-iguana]

♡ - fluff | ✿ - smut/18+ | ☾ - angst

joel miller.

javier peña.

din djarin.

billy butcher.

miguel o'hara.

hcs for all three:

hair-washing headcannons/drabbles (request) - din, javi and joel x reader

400/500 followers celebration

dividers by the (absolutely amazing) @reveriesources

[lovelettersforthedamned]

also please please write more din djarin x reader im obsessed!!! even if it’s just five words 🥹 ❄️❄️

thinking about din djarin...

Din is extremely protective of you, that’s a given. Especially in public. 

With Din’s more known presence, you have easily become a target just by being with him. You knew that risk, but it never bothered you. 

You knew that Din could protect you, and with his constant touch on the small of your back, you never forgot. 

Din is so so so touch-starved. Let’s talk about it.

The first time you touched, Din instantly recoiled. And of course, you took this personally. You kind of strayed away from him after this happened, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. 

But the first time that you’ve intentionally touched, all the worry and insecurities faded.

You two were on the faint line of work partners and something else when you were injured during a supply run. You needed bacta on the wound on your side, the pain making you faint. Din took off his gloves before spraying the bacta, holding you still while he did. 

As the pain started to subside, all you could focus on was Din’s touch on your warm skin. His touch kept you grounded. 

And to Din, he was too scared at the thought of you passing for him to think twice about his touch. But after you were settled for the night, you asked him to join you in his cot, almost begging him. While he was next to you, you craved his touch as a sense of comfort, and Din wasn’t going to refuse. He was awkward at first, he was too aware of where to put his hands for a while, but after you fell asleep, he allowed himself to truly become comfortable with your touch.

Following that moment, he found himself longing for your touch when he was away on hunts. And the moment he was back, you two would be within an arm's distance from each other. 

The little things.

Din rarely had time for mundane things like cleaning and keeping his space nice. It’s the last thing on his mind. 

As time progressed, you started to do little chores around the Razor Crest. Din didn’t notice them at first; he’s usually too tired to notice anything after a job. But during the times of travel between planets, he picks up on how the ship isn’t as cluttered as it used to be, and how the main living areas feel warmer. 

When he first confronts you about it, you’re embarrassed and worried that he doesn’t like it. You immediately tell him that you can take things down and never touch anything of his anymore, but he stops you. He thanks you for keeping the ship tidy, and he loves the way everything looks more “home-like”. 

--author's note: along with peter, din will always be my number one fr. THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST BAE!!! my asks/inbox is open, so send in anything! i'm so down to chat too besties. don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support mine and your other fav's blogs!! ok, ily bye<3333

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Master list

Key: 🌧️-angst, 🎀-parental, 🌻-fluff

Stories

The sacrifice. Bucky Barnes x Yn Zombie Apocalypse AU Story. 10 chapters. Completed. 🌻🌧️

I Miss When We First Met. Draco x YN Potter. Enemies to lovers, love triangle, slow burn. Completed🌧️🌻

Marvel Oneshots

Truth. Loki x yn. enemies to lovers 🌧️🌻

Support. Dad Tony 🌻🎀

Ily3000. Dad Tony comfort 🌻🌧️🎀

Assistance. teen yn sh comfort w/tony stark 🎀🌧️🌻

Let it out. Bucky hurt/comfort 🌧️🌻

Forevermore. Dad Loki🎀🌻

Rainy Nights. Fem Loki x reader 🌻

Widow friends. Platonic Yelena x yn🌻

Moon dad's meet yn🎀🌻

Moon dad's part 2 🎀🌻

Hot Coffee. Wanda x GN!yn 🌻

Date night Drama. Dad tony, romantic Bucky. 🌻🎀

Sick Mornings. Dad Clint Barton x GN!yn 🌻🎀

Mob!Dad!Bucky x teen!YN🎀🌻

OverprotectiveDad!StephenStrangexGN!teen!yn🎀🌻

Unbearable. F!Loki x GN!YN sh comfort 🎀🌧️

Sick Nights. Kate Bishop x YN 🌻🎀

Runaway. Dad tony, brother Peter x teen!yn🎀🌻🌧️

Home. Dad!Stucky x overwhelmed YN 🌧️🌻🎀

Giving the avengers pride flags!!Pride month fluff🌻🏳️‍🌈

Star Wars One-shots

Din Djarin x teen!GN!yn🎀🌻🌧️ part 2

Harry Potter one-shots/HC

Jegulus Poetry🌧️🏳️‍🌈

Draco x Male Reader HC 🌻🏳️‍🌈

FTM!Regulus HC hurt/comfort jegulus🌧️🌻🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Rosekiller headcanons🌻🏳️‍🌈

Dad Wolfstar/brother Harry Headcannons GN!yn🌻🎀

Dating James Potter Headcannons🌻

Platonic Ominis, Sebastian, Anne x GN!yn🌧️🌻

Sebastian/Ominis x Yn dating HC 🌻

Seb and Omi depression comfort🌧️🌻

Blonde hair. Draco's sister🌧️🌻🎀

Other One-shots

Basil Stitt "lightning face" x GN!teen!YN🎀🌻🌧️

Marvel characters react

Marvel men react to you being upset 🌧️🌻

React to you being overwhelmed 🌧️🌻

React to you coming out🌻🏳️‍🌈

Marvel characters as your parents🎀🌻

Going to vormir with you🌧️

React to you getting sick🌧️🌻

React to you on your period 🌻

Falling asleep on them🌻

Proposing to you🌻

Taking you on a date🌻

React to you passing out🌧️🌻

Other

Matching Marvel pfps

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Ok I need a house tour next season and so domestic fun like laundry day and waking up at home! Bedtime stories making breakfast together something!

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Din djarin x Reader headcannons:

Grogu had taken a fruit out of your bag using the force causing you to squeal making Din turn around and scold grogu and thats how you met

Din was very unhappy when grogu had taken a liking to you because that meant he couldnt get rid of you

it helped that you’re a mechanic and also drop dead gorgeous

As much as he tried to ignore your presence he couldnt

He would watch you play with grogu and slowly his walls started to crumble

After being with him for years you’d think he’d let you know his name and it only took 5 years

“Din” He spoke quietly into the room. “What?” You said turning to him. “My name, it’s din” He said somehow quieter than before. “Din” You said letting the name roll off your tongue. You could see the outline of his helmet tilting slightly towards you and you smiled softly. “Din. I like it” He smiled as you spoke before he quickly left the room.

After finding out his name it felt like something had shifted in the energy around you

He visibly relaxed everytime you said it and you enjoyed bringing that effect on him

It took him quite sometime to admit his feelings for you, to himself first, then to grogu, then to you

Once he found out he definitely was in love with you it took a while for him to talk to you about it

Once he did, you told him you returned his feelings and would gladly be with him.

After the confession he started leaning his helmet against your forehead whenever he got the opportunity

Eventually after another few years he asked you to marry him, you gladly accepted the proposal

The two of you got married on a quiet planet with only grogu and Peli as guests

Once you were finally his Riddur he was overjoyed

He was definitely quite afraid to take his helmet off finally but you told him that it didn’t matter what he looked like you’d still love him

“Can we turn the lights off first?” He said from his spot next to you. “We can do whatever you want din” You said softly before flicking off the light. His helmet made a hissing sound as it was taken off slowly. It clinked as it hit the desk. Without saying anything he lifted your hands to his face slowly. You traced the outline of his face feeling the stubble of his growing beard, tracing his jaw and then his lips. Then your hands traced his cheeks and his nose before moving up to his eyes. You smiled as you ran your hands through his hair before pulling him into you. You hugged him tightly before pulling away slightly to kiss him. You both laughed a little as your noses bumped. After the kiss he seemed much more ready. “I’m gonna turn the lights on now cyar’ika” He said pecking your lips one more time. When the lights turned on you had instinctively shut your eyes. He laughed quietly before telling you to open your eyes. You did so slowly. Once they were opened you took in all his features, his soft brown eyes, his brown hair. “You’re beautiful Din” You said softly. He smiled looking down as heat rose to his cheeks. “You must be talking about yourself cyare” He said leaning his forehead against yours. “I love you Din Djarin” You whispered against him. “I love you too riddur” He breathed out.

A/N: I can make a Nsfw headcannons but i really wanted these ones to be clean :) None of this really has a labeled gender at least i don’t think so. I use gorgeous and beautiful to describe people of all genders so i hope this is gender neutral so you can read it however you’d like :)