#stitches!din

Caught you

Another instalment for Stitches!Din inspired by Antigen(18+) written by the lovely @djarinsbeskar (I hope you like it ☺️) Words didn’t come to me when I read that fic so I decided to draw it instead. Broad and intimidating Din takes no prisoners.

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💤 for stitches Din 🥺

💥 for cyclist Din 🥺

I just know I will be destroyed by both responses.

Feed me, my sweet. Please!

Send me a headcannon!

Ohhhhh Lils, my darling angel! I think these will be perfect HCs. Let's assume that these are AU for the moment 😉

💤 - a napping HC with Stitches!Din

Napping is a luxury on the Razor Crest, let's not beat around the bush. Din hardly sleeps at regular intervals, let alone naps. But there are times, those quite special moments when the stars align: the kid is asleep, you're safe in hyperspace, and Din - for once - feels sleepy.

You'd find him in the pilots chair, his helmet lolling before he would snap back with a jolt, starlting himself awake.

By the third time, you decided to take matters into your own hand.

A hand stretched down over his shoulder, fingers nimbly massaging over the tense muscles in his neck, built up by both stress and the added weight of constantly wearing that beskar helmet.

Your fingers would make him so pliant, soft noises of contentment catching in his modulator, and it wouldn't take much to coax him down into the hold after that - this large, menacing bounty hunter being led with his hand in yours, like an innocent pup down into the hold.

The mat would already be out, and the lights flicked off. And even still, he would grumble a little as you blindly unclasped his armour,

"Can't take it all off, kitten... Might need to keep an eye on the controls..."

It would all be said in soft, sleepy mumbles, no fight in his words-- not even when your fingers trailed up his neck - destination obvious should he want to stop you - to remove his helmet.

The sigh that leaves this man when he's totally free of the armour - in nothing but the pants of his flight suit as you tug him down onto the mat - is nothing short of blissful, the stress and tension and worries he carries every day alleviating as he feels you settle on his chest.

He'd hum when your lips find his in the darkness, a gentle caress that didn't ask for more, and his muscles would relax despite his protests.

"You need a rest, Mando. And the only way you're gonna sleep is if I trap you here" and throw one leg over his hips comfortably

He'd laugh then, a throaty sound that makes you smile while he nuzzles his nose along your cheek, his stubble and scruff tickling your skin before his lips would press achingly soft to your forehead. A slow drag of his lips he is loathed to pull back from.

He doesn't want to protest anymore, can't think of any sane man who would. When you were here, snuggled up against him. No doubt looking at him with that expression you wore whenever you wanted to scold him, but couldn't hide the shining amusement in those gorgeous eyes.

He sighs, a cathartic exhale to expel the last of those errant worries as he settles down, sleep finally overcoming him with the warmth of your body nestled against his and the scent of your hair soothing him.

"What would I do without you, kitten?"

💥- a First fight/Make up HC with Cyclist!Din

Oof. Well, first fights with this particular couple realistically happen before they're actually a couple but I'm gonna write a fic for that, so let's talk about the first fight they get into AS a couple.

Now, Din and his little teacher are both easy going in a relationship. You're candid and affectionate and the exact couple you'd notice in a shopping mall and think "wow, I want that."

But, you're not without flaws. And one of those flaws is, as is normal with Din, communication.

Let's not put all the blame on our dear cyclist just yet though. You aren't the best at communication either

It all comes down, quite simply, to a missed breakfast.

Sunday morning, you woke up nice and early in his arms but snuck out to spend a little extra effort on breakfast-- intent on surprising him with it in bed followed by a little fun too.

But there's a rustle from upstairs, and not a few minutes later Din is down in his gear, pressing a kiss to your cheek and looking over your shoulder with a "looks good, angel. I'll see you when I'm back." and then he's gone.

And you're left with way too much food, no boyfriend to crawl back into bed with and a sour mood that only festers as the hours tick on.

He knows somethings up the minute he gets back too, at 4pm. He knows somethings wrong when you huff and pull from his arms after he wrapped them around you from behind.

Now this man, he'll follow you around with the most bewildered look on his face trying to figure out what the hell happened to turn his angel into a demon as you stomp around the house, annoyance clear on your face.

"Angel for god sake what did I do?" he'd finally cave, still in his cycle gear - shower forgotten for now.

And then you'd just huff a bit more, because not it seemed stupid in your mind.

"You didn't tell me you were going out for the day and I--" you'd indicate to the leftovers from the wasted breakfast sitting in the fridge. And man, would Din feel shitty for that.

He's not argumentative, so it's rare that you'd actually get into massive fights with each other. He'd just try to wear you down with bear hugs and nuzzles and kisses to your face and neck as he murmurs how sorry he is- how he forgot to tell you, that you should've texted him, told him--

You'd roll your eyes. As if you'd text him something so passive aggressive. But you're smiling, because his honest eyes show his remorse and you melt, give him a kiss and tell him to go shower. He stinks.

"Makeup sex in the shower, angel?"

"Din we hardly fought"

"C'mon baby, any excuse to fuck your brains out"