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BECAUSE IT IS

Can you imagine him looking at Girl from across the saloon like that?? This looks exactly like the poster of a western 😍

I have been reading some westerns lately and been thinking about him so much ❤️ about his early days before Girl, about his life on the trail, about him in that saloon during his nights of "rest". I was missing him so bad that I downloaded the whole story into a doc and was playing around with not only editing it (because lord knows it needs it) but also adding new scenes to the story ❤️ Something about revisiting a familiar setting in times of writers block, ya know?

Anyway, to know that you still think of him makes me beyond happy 🥰🥰🥰

"Don't tempt me."

TMTC Din Djarin, Rating: Mature, fluff

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"Girl, what are you doing?"

The tone of his voice is one of exasperation, laced with a plead. He's fixing his kerchief in the mirror, adjusting it to lay flat while his eyes linger on your nude body, stretching languidly in the morning sunrise.

"Nothing," you say innocently, padding over to him. You lean in, giving him a peek on his cheek and before he can wind his arm around the nude curve of your waist, you're slipping free from him, reaching for your robe.

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In the yard, him mending the coop latch while you wash clothes. His eyes should be on his project, but they are on you - the thin, transparent fabric of your blouse clinging wetly to your curves, the rhythmic way your chest bounces as you rub the laundry against the washing board.

Feeling his eyes on you, you glance up and meet his own, winking with a smile.

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Again, when you bend down to pull vegetables from the garden, the curve of your rear facing him.

Again, when you sit a little too close to him at dinner, filling his senses with your sweet smell.

Again, when your hands linger on him with little touches all day - your small palm over the curve of the high inside of his thigh on the stoop, your lips finding the crook of his neck when you come to tell him to put the kid to bed, your fingers a slow, deliberate undoing of your buttons as you stand in front of his bathtub; the steaming water already holding his bare, flush with heat body.

"You've been teasing me all day, girl," he says, his eyes fixed on your hands.

You stop, coming closer to the tub and perching on the edge of it, he looks up at you. You lean over him, brushing a damp curl back from his forehead.

You want something - been wanting it all day, and now you play your cards.

"Maybe you should punish me for it," you suggest, yet another tease.

His eyes darken as he narrows his gaze, studying your face and you can tell he's already concocting a game in his mind.

That’s him, baby 😌 this is 100% a cowboy look, especially with that shirt and hair

This man, walking into the saloon with his son, and sitting down at the bar

This man, turning his head slowly to stare down someone who dares talk down to you

This man, with his hair slicked back like that under his hat and also after his bath; the drag of your nails still felt on his scalp

This man, making this face, as he pulls out the rope he keeps in his pocket, getting ready to tie you to the iron bed frame in your room

Of course it's giving major TMTC vibes. Pedro's TLoU physique is perfect for Din.

Just imagine you're on your knees in front of him when he's dressed like that. Is he getting ready to retire for the day? Just getting dressed?

It's just a small amount of space that separates you that all you have to do is lean forward. Your forehead rests against his stomach, the slope of it down to his hips the perfect place to rest your nose, to press your mouth.

He shifts to keep his balance and his hand crosses that even smaller distance now to lay on your hair. One stroke down your head to your neck, his calloused fingers on your skin making you that much aware of his touch, and another stroke to come up your neck and cup your jaw.

That hand could so easily guide you down and onto his cock. You can feel the heat of it, burning so near to your breastbone, and smell the musk of him under your nose. He doesn't move you though, so you just rest, moving with the motion of his breathing. His thumb swipes back and forth over your cheek and when it comes close to your mouth you purse your lips with the thought of a kiss.

I just think intimacy is neat. 🫠

This is so fucking comforting and well written I think I died

JESUS

This - this is what I want forever and ever and ever and ever ❤

He would absolutely not stand for it:

This is literally straight from the story and my heart is so soft thinking about those two. ❤️

(like a proper modern one, not one of those terrifying original contraptions xD)

I love so much that you’re thinking about him 🥺❤️

stepping outside the realm of historical setting, this man would do his work — investigate his options, handle the toys carefully just like his weapons; your pleasure is his business, after all.

Din loves it when he’s working on something at the kitchen table and you climb onto his lap and tell him you need him.

Oh 🥺

He would love that — the golden light from the lamp in the living room catching on the curves of his shoulder, on his forearm as he fiddles with a new latch for the gate out front. He’s focused in his lean forward — his trousers straining over his thighs, his suspenders tugged from his shoulders to hang loose at his hips and his curls are still slightly damp from his bath earlier, hanging over his brow.

You can’t resist the temptation to play with them and so you walk over, standing at his hip until he sits up and shifts back, smirking up at you when you slowly straddle his lap.

“What are you doing, girl?” he hums, resting his hands on your hips and you watch the movement of his throat above the buttons he left open on his shirt. His throat always was your favorite part.

“Just wanting a closer look.” Your hands glide up over his forearms, the cotton of his shirt soft under your palms when you feel the firmness of his biceps underneath and when you get to the rounds of his broad shoulders, you smile sweetly at how perfectly still he’s staying under your exploration. You finally reach up and push his hair back, bending to press a kiss to his forehead.

A sigh, from him, and then an abrupt movement — one that makes you shriek with joy when he splays his hands under your bottom and stands quicker than you can react.

“I think you can get an even better look in the bedroom,” he teases under your laughter, leaving the latch forgotten on the table as he carries you out of the room. When he gets to your bedroom, he drops you gracelessly on your bed and smiles deep enough to see his dimple.