Kissing Din
based on this ask
Din Djarin/Reader
Words: 2k
Warnings: blood mention, canon-typical violence, sexual situations, nudity
a/n: been a minute since I posted!! hope everyone is doing well <3
In Hyperspace.
You were sleepily rocking Grogu against your chest in the co-pilot seat. The little one was already fast asleep, a small snore coming from the bundle of cloth. The cabin was dimmed, with the small blinking control lights glittering through your sleepy haze. Hyperspace washed over you in blue-white streaks of light that kept you from falling asleep. Despite the rest that pulled at you, there wasnât anywhere else in the Maker-forsaken galaxy that youâd rather be. Safe next to your partner with his son fast asleep on your lap.Â
Itâs been an incredible journey together. Only a few short months yet so much has happened. Fixing up the Crest when you were all stranded on an icy, krykna-infested planet. Patching up Din whenever he returned, staggering into the hull. Giggling with the kid in your lap as he pushed your tools around. The memories you shared with this clan were few but your heart ached like it was forever.Â
A rustling sound coming from the pilotâs chair got your attention. Hm?
âClose your eyes,â Din hushed.Â
You obliged, more than happy to shut your sleepy eyes. Frequent hyperspace travel never did get easier for you.
The sound of his helmet hitting the metal floor of the cockpit nearly caused them to snap back open.Â
âDin what are youââÂ
A bare hand traced your face and you tried to fight the shudder that wracked your body. The warmest hands cradled your face upwards, a thumb brushing across your parted lips. The mere thought that Din was bare-faced inches from you... Your mind kicked into hyperdrive.
âPlease,â the hushed whisper fell from his mouth, stilted breath ghosting right over your panting lips. The voice you seldom heard unmodulated was steeped with longing. One word spilled into a sentence.
âI want to kiss you.â
Your face broke into the sweetest grin he had ever seen. Really seen.Â
âLike you even have to ask,â you shifted your body upwards, heart racing as your lips finally met.Â
On Tatooine.
The blaring wind outside rocked the Razor Crest in itâs docked spot. Some dusty backwater place you could absolutely care less about. You spat out some lingering dust into the sink.Â
The little one was dropped off at Peliâs, which meant whoever this bounty was they were high-risk for Din.Â
Not a lot of people made that list.
Also meant that maybe you shouldnât be blasting music throughout the ship, but kriff you were bored. Itâs been a couple days at this point and you were told to âlay lowâ. Din didnât say anything about music though. Plus, the Razor Crest was a well-fortified gal. Sure, a couple of bits flew off here and there and the hyperdrive could use some work, but whatever was in the armory could ward off any sane being in the galaxy.
 The muffled sound of your playlist could be heard through the refresher door, jumping to full clarity as you exited. You broke into a grin, hips swaying as you sang the words loud. I wonder if Tin Can ever sings? You burst out laughing at the thought of the sound of scratchy-modulated humming. The man hardly talks as it is. Iâd bet the Maker that he has a worse voice than me.Â
âSomething funny?âÂ
Crap.
You yelped, in a certainly dignified manner, you hope, âMando! Glad to see you back home.â
Home?! Oh my stars, Iâm done for.
The slightest tilt of his helmet let you know that he definitely heard you. He continued, âIf youâre done using the comms, can you let Karga know weâre on our way?â
âOr we could just, you know, not do that,â a voice strained.
You finally focused on the bounty that Mando dragged back, a young twiâlek man with deep, blue skin. He wore a similarly draped sand-colored cloth you saw the locals wore. Arm wrappings covered to his wrist where there was no dirt under his fingernails. Your eyes wandered to his shoes, a type of thicker sandal with cording to attach⊠Yep, definitely not from here.Â
You smiled back at Mando, âGotcha, Captain!â
âWait!â The twiâlek croaked out, âPlease, you canât let him take me!âÂ
You fought the urge to roll your eyes, chancing a look at Mandoâs visor as if to say can you believe this dude?
âFine, Iâll bite.â You leaned on one hip, âWhy should my partner and I not take in a bounty that we have been searching for I donât know ⊠â you counted your fingers, âsix days? Explain.âÂ
And here come the waterworks.Â
He wailed, still on his knees next to Mando as he groveled, âItâs a false bounty! I was framed and I didnât know what to do but run,â he looked at the carbonite cases, eyes growing larger when he saw their blank gazes frozen wide, âI swear to the Maker youâve got it wrong!â
You bent down to his level, hushing him as you gently rested your hand on his cheek, âAre you implying that my partner is wrong? That he is being dishonest with me?â
Your wide eyes fell on Mando who stood unmoving. You turned back to the bounty before you could notice his hand clenching into a fist as you touched the other man.Â
The twiâlek silently nodded, tears slipping over his hairless face.
âWell youâll be sure to know that I loathe liars,â you nodded solemnly, âEspecially if itâs to my face.â
He opened his mouth to say something, sharply gasping as a blue ring of light exited your blaster. He slumped over, mouth still gaping open.
You looked back up at Din, catching him as he adjusted his pants. Smirking, you stepped over the bounty until you were standing right in front of Din, feeling the heat of his body past the beskar. Extending your arms up, you rested your hands on his pauldrons, hand tracing the Mudhorn signet. Gingerly, you placed your palms up just under Dinâs ice-cold helmet, eyes questioning. He gave a simple nod, bringing his gloved hands to wrap around yours.Â
âI missed you,â you tilted the beskar upwards just the slightest amount, exposing a sliver of skin that was roughened with stubble. You tiptoed upwards and placed a short peck on him.
âItâs good to be home,â he gruffed out.
Keldabe
The overpowering scent of blood filled your mouth and nostrils. Tears tracked down your face as you let out a groan, spitting to the left of the man you just knocked out. You rolled over to lie back on the gritty pavement of the alleyway, uncaring of the unconscious man next to you. Somewhere down the dim alley, you could hear the distinct clang of metal against metal as Din fought the other bounty. The sound of a single blaster shot followed by a muffled yelp was the end of that.Â
Never bring a vibroblade to a blaster fight.Â
Your head pounded as you fought the urge to laugh out loud. You were lying next to a man that was set on killing you. You were pretty sure Din just shot the other one in the leg. And on top of that you were probably one wrong head turn from unconsciousness.Â
Dinâs shadow suddenly looming over you snapped the cord and you burst in giggles.Â
âAre you okay?â he asked, immediately bending down to run his hands over any area that got impacted.
âYou should have seen the other guy,â you winced as he grazed over your ribs.Â
âLooking at him right now,â he deadpanned, âGood work. But Iâd prefer if my partner would ask for help if they need it.â
He pulled you up, half resting in his lap as your legs splayed out in front of you. Instantly, you curled towards the cold beskar, seeking the warmth past it.Â
âHey Mando?â
âYes?â He said lowly.Â
âMâhead hurts,â you slurred, âKiss me better.â
You couldnât see it, but he smiled under his helmet. Even with the absolute shit knocked out of you, you still wanted his attention. Kriffing adorable.Â
He obliged, head tilting down so he could rest his helmet against your forehead. His eyes closed underneath, savoring the moment.Â
âAh,â you sighed, âMuch better.â
âAre you using me as an ice pack?âÂ
âMaybe,â you whispered.Â
He let out a breathy chuckle before drawing away, âCome on, letâs get back to the ship so we can take a nap.â
A kiss on the thigh
Several months ago when you first started co-piloting for Din, you never would have thought that the Razor Crest could be anything but damn near freezing.
This heat was something else. Panting breaths exhaling hot air. The blazing touch that seared across your thighs as Din hovered over you. Even your skin was starting to dampen in the cramped cot.Â
âCyarâika,â he groaned, âLook at you.â
You opened your eyes, glancing down at yourself pressed so deliciously against Din. He was right there. Biting your lip, you tried to grind against him, only for Din to pinch at your thighs in warning. He continued his teasing, rubbing tenderly at your heated skin.Â
Your back arched under his ministrations. Din was taking his time during the reprieve of a lengthy hyperspace pass, massaging enticingly at your thighs, touching everywhere but where you needed him most.Â
Twelve hours.Â
You moaned, âKriff, stop teasing, Din.â You writhed under his hold, your thighs pinned down by just his hands. How does he feel so good without doing anything?
âNo, I donât think Iâm going to stop.â
You gasped as he replaced his hands with his mouth, bending down to suck harshly at the inside of your thigh. Din licked at the sensitive spot, satisfied as he looked up at your panting face.Â
âYou look fucking pretty like this.â
A kiss on the handÂ
"Glove,â you commanded, ânow.â
Din put a hand on his hip. âYou donât need good luck right now,â He jutted his head toward the distant tree trunk that was todayâs target, âJust hit it.â
You rolled your eyes, making sure he saw. Like, really saw. You swore up and down that he lacked actual peripheral vision because it was always you that caught the little one getting into places he absolutely should not be. The armory being one of them. You shuddered, finger flicking the safety on as you remembered that very eventful day.
âFocus,â he intoned, âYouâre in your head.â
You cursed to yourself, flicking the safety back off. Raising your arm smoothly, your eyes followed the barrel of your blaster.Â
Tree, damn it. Let me hit you.
Your eyes shut for a split second as you squeezed the trigger. A slight burst of energy shifted your hand half an inch. No sound of impact.Â
You looked at the tree in dismay.Â
The stump was definitely still there, not like it could dodge blaster bolts. Even if it could move, it wouldnât have to avoid anything. The patch of brush next to it though? Thoroughly burnt.Â
âAnd this is why I train close combat,â you patted at your vibroblade strapped to your thigh.Â
âThis is why you need practice,â Din moved next to you as you holstered your blaster, âHere.â He held his bare hand out to you, glove clutched in his left.Â
âThank you,â you mumbled. Gingerly, you grasped onto his hand with both of yours, thumbs tracing across his bruised knuckles. Din gave the slightest tilt in acknowledgement. You brought his warm hand right to your face, breaking out into a smile.
âIâm gonna get it for sure this time,â you said before placing a small kiss on his hand, âNow put that glove back on and watch me hit this damn target.â
Din chuckled as he backpedaled a few steps, looking on as you drew your blaster, aiming perfectly at the tree.
Breathe. You got this. Itâs a completely immobile target. You thought to yourself.Â
You squeezed the trigger and with a loud crack, the stump had a glaring split right down the middle where your bolt hit true.Â
âStars, yes!â You shouted in glee. Deftly turning the safety back on, you holstered the blaster and ran to Din, his arms already opening to wrap around you.Â
âKnew you could do it,â he said, pulling you in lightly so the beskar wouldnât bite into your skin.Â
âDoes this mean I can try out the rest of your armory?âÂ
âNo.â

















