din thots/request idea i had today
you’ve been working with Din for a while, and you’ve grown quite fond of him and you suspect the mandalorian feels the same but you know he won’t make a move on you. He’s too stoic. Man of a few words. You’ve been dancing around each other, occasional touches, lingering gazes and all. You decide to take matters in your own hand because you’re a little brat, so you gradually do little mundane things to play with him, like being messier with your clothes, the strap on your tank tops falling down, no bra, etc. Mundane things that you know he’s gonna notice and drive him wild. One day you land on a little planet with lots of fresh water, so you decide to undress in front of him to bathe, making sure you look at him the whole time but making it very nonchalant and casual, keeping your usual cool and cold temper which drives him nuts
DO AS YOU PLEASE WITH MY THOTS ❤️🔥 im not a writer so I’m leaving these thots with you for a lil request idea🥺🥺🥺
Hun, I love this. I fell in love and ran away with this prompt and your ideas, I hope you like it <3
Are You Afraid?
Din Djarin x Female Reader
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Word Count: 4.1k
Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) angsty Mando, arguing, dirty talk, light choking, some hair pulling, somewhat rough sex, vaginal sex (the helmet stays on oof), mentions of Grogu (we love and miss the baby), and I think that’s it lol ◆
A/N: I hate to jump on the “I hate Din’s new ship” bandwagon, but I hate Din’s new ship lmao. So, in here, we’re gonna pretend the Razor Crest is still around. This fic also takes place after The Mandalorian season 2 finale.
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At this point, you’ve lost track of how many fights the two of you have gotten in. And it wasn’t just an everyday occurrence, it happened multiple times a day. Whether it was over who ate the last granola bar, who was currently in the shower, or who was snoring too loud, the two of you always found something to argue about.
Part of you supposes it’s due to your close quarters. Since the child left you and Din had been on the ship alone, with only the two of you to keep each other company. And usually, spending time with Din wasn’t bad. You didn’t always fight like this; he’d become quite irritable since the child left, still in mourning and honestly angry at the world. It’s not like he was dead, but he was gone, he was definitely gone. Before he left, though, you and Din were quite fond of each other. It got to the point where you genuinely thought you were seconds away from forming a true relationship. But when the child left, and Din got the dark saber, everything changed. He became so much colder, so much harder and rougher around the edges.
This is what you’re thinking about as you lay on the sand, rubbing your toes into the soft yet gritty texture of it. The warmth radiating from both the ground and above felt nice, the tropical breeze blowing by allowing you to breathe. There’s a vast ocean sitting before you, covering most of the planet, actually, and is more a tinted turquoise than pure blue. Glee Anselm, a world you’d never be to before, but one Din has frequented in the past. Covered with mainly small and isolated islands, it was the perfect place for the two of you to rest and rinse off. The Crest’s water tank was out and well, actually, you’d rather not get into it. You’d already fought about it enough earlier.
While the planet is covered in a wide variety of terrain, Din made sure to find a beach when docking the ship. He found an island big enough for the Crest to land on while still being too small to inhabit much life. The color of the sand is almost white, the water clear enough to see through to the bottom before it gets too deep. Trees scatter the small piece of land, as well, some nearing the shoreline and others casting off to form a small grove. It’s warm too, the sun hot though not powerful enough to burn your skin. And as you’re taking in the refreshing scenery, you decide it’s finally time to hop in. With a quick glance back at Din, you call his name.
He’s further behind you, still near the Crest. He’s taking apart and cleaning his weapons, off in his own mess of a world. The Mandalorian looks up at you upon hearing his name, only slightly regretting telling you it.
“Yeah?”
You jerk your head back in the direction of the ocean. “Can I get in?”
He sighs, groaning slightly and shaking his head as he returns to his weapons. “I don’t care what you do.”
Okay, so he’s still annoyed. Great. And besides, it’s not like you were asking permission to go in the water, you just wanted to know if there’s anything dangerous you should look out for. He is more familiar with this planet than you are. But fine, you’ll just have to go it alone.
“Are you just gonna sit there?” you sneer, turning back and twisting your face up at him as you begin to undress.
“What? You think I’m gonna look?” he snaps back, visor still trained on the metal piece he’s cleaning in his hand.
“I don’t know,” you continue on, provoking him further without even realizing it.
“Go do whatever the hell it is you want to do.” He finally shouts, “Just make sure you do it away from me.”
You roll your eyes, turning back toward the ocean. What a fucking drama queen. Grogu leaving has really gotten to him. But just because he was dealing with his son’s absence didn’t mean he had to take it out on you.
With a few quick movements, you’re in your underclothes, deciding that you no longer care if Din sees. And while he’s hell bent on not seeing you, on focusing on his current task, your naked body walking into the waves is almost impossible to avoid. His blood boils inside, certain that you’re testing him. Din tosses the piece of metal down into the sand, leaning forward and placing a hand on his knee, leaning on his other forearm as he now blatantly watches you. He wants to test you back.