If you look into grogu's eyes for too long he WILL steal your soul

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If you look into grogu's eyes for too long he WILL steal your soul
Since I'm in bed with Miss 'Rona feeling sorry for myself, let's talk all things Din.
Stitches Din, Boxer Din, Cyclist Din and yes, even Minotaur Din. Any thoughts, questions or hot-takes are welcome and a much apprceiated distraction!
Din is frustrated out on a ride 'cos he keeps thinking of you. He convinces himself that Grogu is babbling about you too to make himself feel better.
Heavily inspired by @djarinsbeskar 's Cyclist!Din fic.
cyclist!din keeps invading my brain
I was in my feelings tonight and you know what that means: mood board time!
If you havenât read @djarinsbeskar Cyclist!Din au then please pop over and give yourself a Monday treat. Itâs got all the things you need, Din in spandex, a cute teacher, baby Grogu. đ„đ„đ„
Cyclist Din Djarin x Fem!Reader ârelaxed fitâ fic series
Genres: Slice of life, smut, fluff, domesticity, family, friendship. Itâs all here.
Rating: 18+ nsfw will be marked with **
Inspiration: this piece by the insanely talented @aesnawan
open for requests, headcanons, prompts etc. Updated sporadically. I try to list these out chronologically, but Iâm constantly jumping time to play around with different parts like the menace I am.
| Main Masterlist |
The Shower - nothing beats a refreshing shower after a long, hard ride in the sweltering heat.
Spandex and Smiles - the Mando Cycle Club just can't leave Din alone about his crush.
Perfect Cardio** - Â just what did he say to make you go home with him? [see: perfect warm-up]
Perfect Warm-Up** - revealing what he said to get you in his bed.
Cooldown** - and what did he say to drive you away?
Frustration** - cycling and looking keeping his bike in top condition used to be a way to escape.
Regrets - a chance encounter only makes trying to get over him that much harder.
Stopwatch - the same day seems to be happening over and over.
Recovery**Â - he isnât going to let you slip through his fingers again.
Leg Day** -Â damn, but he looks good after a workout
Aches and Pains** - Din forgot to stretch, and heâs been suffering from DOMS all day.
Post Workout Meal** - Din he needs to replenish the calories he lost after cycling.
Drabbles, Thoughts and Headcanons
The Towel
The Dresses**
Lazy Morning
Morning Text**
Din and Jealousy (established relationship)
Zoom**
What if the teacher in the cyclist!Din universe has to join a meeting over zoom and Din decides to eat her pussy under the desk đïžđđïž
Points have been made and the only conclusion I can come to is that yes nonnie-- Cyclist would 100% without a doubt eat you out while on a Zoom meeting because you decided to do workwear on top and loungewear on bottom-- easy access and all. He needs his post workout meal after a hard cycle, and he's not about to wait to get it. You gotta eat within the first thirty minutes after a workout after all, who is he to go against science?
The bulk of his shoulders would spread your thighs wide as they rest over those powerful muscles, his messy mop of waves half hidden beneath the hem of the flowy blouse you wore for this Zoom meeting about coming back to the daycare now that things have started opening again.
So I was thinking about the cyclist!Din AU today and the two of them, perhaps later on in their relationship, spending a lazy morning in bed (or once Din and Grogu returned from their ride). Maybe Grogu is settled on Din's chest, entertained by Din wiggling his fingers in front of his face but pulling them back just before he can grab them, causing Grogu to giggle and the two of them to smile. Maybe Din has his other arm wrapped around her while she's tucked into his side and they intermittently kiss whatever body parts they can reach (the top of her head, Din's shoulder?) , occasionally stretching to share a proper kiss. Basically I was thinking of a morning filled with love and soft kisses đ„ș
(This isn't a request or anything, I just wanted to share my thoughts! đ )
Cass---
When I tell you this thought breathed new life into me and has single-handedly stayed on my mind since you sent it. I am MELTING at the thought of this and I know it wasnât a request, but I simply couldnât help myself delving a little more into this slice of heaven:
Stormy Sunday mornings meant two things that rarely â if ever â occurred at once; no work, and a guilt-free excuse not to go out cycling for once.
Not the new cyclist!txt tag... đđđ
I can imagine Din leaving one morning for a cycle and he leaves reader in bed. Maybe he leaves a note or something to say he didn't want to wake her. She's feeling put out by this, mischievously so.
Maybe Boba suggests the group stop somewhere for some breakfast before they cycle back. Din makes the mistake of checking his phone while they order and...
Reader has left him a very naughty novel of texts to get him all worked up.
He's trying to act like he's really listening to what Boba and Fennec are saying but he's just-
The seat seems to chafe a little bit more than usual on his cycle home...
Lils----đ
You are a fountain of inspiration for our dear cyclist and honestly, y e s. I need an entire one shot on this stat. Then I remember that I gotta do the writing for it soooooo, hereâs a teaser drabble! For one to come in the near future~Â đ
You were going to be the death of him.
Din hardly knew what Fen and Fett were talking to him about, the occasional buzz of his phone every so often making his skin heat and his shorts tighten under his napkin at the obvious content it contained.
Fuck.
He had left you that morning asleep in bed for his normal cycle, and somehow, Fen had managed to convince Boba to join.
Din enjoyed Bobaâs company. He didnât speak, didnât expect Din to speak, and was content to complete a tough ride in near silence apart from an occasional exchange about work or the kid. He also liked that Boba seemed fairly generous when riding the adrenaline high, inviting him and Fen out for breakfast thereafter.
It had been a good idea, right up until he found out how horny you were. Usually, by now he would be home, back in bed with you as was expected for a Saturday morning.
But you had woken up without him and it was obviously a day youâd normally turn over to straddle him, kiss him good morning and fuck him to prove it.
He had only seen the notification of one message, and it had been enough to stir his arousal.
[ âïž -> Helmet Headđ] Iâm so wet, baby---
Fuck, he could just see you. Spread out on that massive bed, white cotton sheets tangled beneath your body and your head thrown back on the thick, fluffy pillows. Eyes still sleepy but hooded with arousal as you rubbed your thighs together, attempted to gain some friction on your throbbing clitâone that was better alleviated with his tongue and cock.
The next text was an image and he just about lost it. He didnât dare open itâhe was already hard as a rock, in cycle shorts. He wasnât about to add to the torture. But the mystery seemed to be just as terrible as the confirmation of what the image might be. His mind ran away from him with thoughts of your body, your nipples pebbled and thighs slickâthe marks he left on your soft skin and the flush of shyness he knew would show itself as you dared to take a risky picture.
âWell?â
Din blinked owlishly, brought back to the restaurant and to his colleagues sat in front of him. He felt himself flush at the knowing side-eyed look the two shared before Boba waved off the waiter standing by their table patiently,
âHe wonât be having anything.â
Din frowned and made to open his mouth before the older man beat him to it with an arched brow,
âGet home to your girl before you faint from lack of blood to the brain.â
What the hell was he supposed to say to that?
âIââ
âSee you at the station, Djarin.â
Din snorted then, the glint of amusement in Bobaâs eyes as he took a swing of his coffee was enough to tickle the younger mans humour and he tossed his napkin onto the table,
âDuty calls,â he admitted with a chuckle.
And with that made a quick exit to his bicycle locked outside the café and made it home in record time to deal with your cheek himself.
âNo wonder sheâs calling him home,â Fen snickered after Din had bolted from the restaurant.
âWhat?â Boba grizzled, eyeing the plates of food leaving the kitchen to see which was theirs, taking another gulp of black coffee.
âDinâs packing, Iâd never want that out of my sight either if I were her.â she commented lightly.
Boba choked on his gulp, and Fenâs laughter filled the entire restaurant.