Galaxies Collide
Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader
Summary: Everything you want to know about the Mandalorian is in his hands.
Word Count: 3600
Warnings: M, female masturbation, grinding. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ so MINORS DNI.
Notes: After the emotional rollercoaster of our last installment, I thought a fun little one shot would be in order.
Takes place after Me or the Thought of Me.
You can’t stop looking at them, and frankly you’re embarrassed you’re being so obvious.
Ever since the touch Mando left on your lips they're all you can focus on.
His hands.
You’d liked them well enough before. They’re strong and large, surprisingly dexterous, quick with a blaster and gentle with the child.
But now they’re a Maker-damned menace. Maybe if the gloves were a uniform dark color it would be easier to ignore them, but the orange-tipped fingers draw your eye, the metal of his vambrace catching the light and the shock of the blue triangle making it all a visual delight.
(hi yes I would still like you to rail me into next week, please and thank you)
Um, yes please. Please, Din, rail her into next week 😂
I love their relationship, the fact they can be playful. Din is the reason I have a thing for hands. This did not help, thanks 😑😅
Another perfect installment.