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Master list - Din Djarin

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Short Series: (all 18+ NSFW)

The chemist Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

I know why (Interactive story) Base story - Dom Din - Dark Din - Sweet Din

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Subtitles doing the lord’s work

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THE MANDALORIAN AND GROGU (2026)

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FUCK YES HE IS SO BACK

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idk why this is so cute to me

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Me when my sibling suggested writing together

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Aziraphale hasn't seen Crowley since that fateful night in Edinburgh, 1827. Three decades later, they happen to reunite in London at ballroom party; a sudden meeting which may or may not be entirely coincidental.

Crowley wants Aziraphale to dance with him in exchange for information.

Aziraphale wants to say yes. Problem being, of course, that angels don't dance.

Or,

Victorian reunion banter; the fic (with feelings!!)

Words: 8,606

Status: Complete

Rating: Teen and Up

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Art Credit: A ballroom with couples dancing a quadrille in foreground, 1884, Artist Unknown

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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I can't believe I have to start school again in a few days. Fortunately this is the last semester of my undergrad.

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I know why - path 3: Sweet/Switch Din

Interactive story (Path 3 of 3)

Base story | Path 1: Dom Din | Path 2: Dark Din | Path 3: Switch Din

After the base story, this is one of the endings. Dark Din.

Warnings: Explicit MDNI 18+

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Chapter word count: 4.4k

AO3

Tags: #Angst #Smut #Porn With Plot #Mando needs to work on his communications skills #unprotected p in v #Fingering #First POV #no mention of oc name #No use of y/n #I hate y/n #OC wants to be taken care of #OC wants to be independent #kinda forced proximity #Exhibitionism #Interactive #Daddy Dom Din Djarin #sweet din #switch Din

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I jerk my hand out of his grasp. "Don't pretend to have empathy all of a sudden.. bounty hunter." The words roll of my tongue like venom.

"I'm not pretending." The Mandalorian in front of me states.

"You have no regard for my feelings what so ever." He needs to feel what he made me feel in those increasing moments of uncertainty and denial. "I want to go. I can't stand to be near you anymore."

It is silent for a few seconds. As expected he gives as much of a reaction as with every other situation. none. I push past him, colliding with him, witch hurt me probably more than him. But that is not the point. Then I stop I my tracks as his strangled voice reaches me.

"I'm sorry..." It sounds as if it pains him to say it.

Slowly I turn to him. I should just walk away, I should leave.

With a sigh, his shoulders slack. "I'm sorry you thought I was pushing you away, which I really was, I see that now. But I don't want you away, and-" Another sigh, his helmet tips down, as if he does not have the courage to look into my eyes.

Since when did he talk so much? Baffled, I stare at him as he rambles on. My face softens. It is kind of endearing how he acts all uncertain now.

"Look the truth is, I don't want you hurt. Thats why I am hesitant to take you with me on jobs." The warmth of his grip that surrounds my hands and jaw disappears, and appears on both my shoulders instead. He cages me in again. But this time it's not invading. His helmet is still tilted down. Are his eyes closed? Is he looking down at the ground, or my feet, or wherever those eyes are.

I hope he is looking at some part of me.

The unexpected thought makes my cheeks glow warm.

Another sigh from him. "I think another reason I have been pushing you away, is because I know there is something that I know I want. But I know it won't work."

As if he wants to see every detail of my reaction, his visor snaps up at me, and I am still looking at him with wide eyes. I'm happy to notice that my mouth doesn't hang open.

"And I also don't let you come with me, because you distract me."

A nervous laugh that sounds more like a wheeze, is the first thing out of my mouth. "Are.. am.. How.. In what way do I distract you?"

The grip of his hands on my shoulders tighten slightly for a second, before he places them on my hips. "In what ways don't you..." His voice sounds horse and soft. "You always look so beautiful and precious. When you smile, I want to worship you-" His hand reaches up again and a thumb moves over my bottom lip. "When you cry I want to hold you. And when you look at me, it makes me want to..." He hesitates for a second. "Touch you."

This is not happening right now.

Surely, any moment now, I'll wake in my bunk alone and horny. It'll be like so many other times I had dreamt about him. He would always tease me with his voice and his hands, just as he is doing now. However, I would always wake up just before he'd touch me where I need him most.

His warmth disappears when he takes a step back. "I'm sorry. I did not want to put you on the spot like that."

I realize I have been zoning out, and staring through him while in my thoughts about him. "No, it is okay, I just did not expect this." I grab his hands to prevent him from moving further away from me, and he just looks at our conjoined hands. He stares I think. Softly he squeezes back and I smile softly at him. He is cute when he acts shy.

"Thank you for telling me, Mando." My hands let go of his, and slowly follow the shape of his arms, from the wrists until his biceps. They feel solid, and tense even more underneath my touch. I don't know where I get my sudden courage from, but I feel bold. It could just be the sexual frustration kicking in, or the fact that he basically admitted to feeling at least something for me. Whatever it is, I decide to take the next dangerous step. "But maybe-" From his arms, I move to touch his cowled neck and ultimately slide my hands down his chest to lean in close. "maybe, I like distracting you."

There is no reaction from him except the sudden quick intake of breath. Not that I expected him to say something. I suspected he was not very experienced with people in this way.

During the time I've been with him, he has never brought someone to his ship. I suspected that at least a few of the times that he was away, he was enjoying some company, paid or not. But now it appears that this might not have been the case. I think he distracts himself from the need for affection through his profession.

I can work with that.

Unmoving and patiently, he is still waiting for what happens next. I look up at him, my smile turning sly. "I really want to have sex with you right now."

He is so tense, that I can feel it radiating off him.

"Dank farrik." He breathes finally. And with that he envelops me in a tight hug, taking me off guard. "Girl, the things you do to me.."

I let out a laugh and return the hug. Relief floods me, he took that well, he is not revolted by me, like part of me feared. Perhaps he might even feel the same about me, as I do for him.

The distinctive smell of him fills my nose when I breathe in, face pressed against his body. It is a warm smell, like coming home after a long day. The leather scent makes my head feel light and tingly, my need for him builds. There has been enough waiting already. I take advantage of his distraction. Just as Mando had done to me before, I turn him around and shove him back against the wall. He is taken off guard, even though he is big and heavy, he is quite easy to manipulate. His back hits the rough stone, making the beskar on his shoulders cling with a metallic sound.

He does not have time to respond with a clever remark, because I drape against him once more. "Touch me, Mando." I guide one of his hands to my waist and one above my chest. This is near the places I want him to touch me, but I want him to take his time and not to rush him in something he may not be comfortable with yet. In the meantime, I step one leg in between his and stand close. with my upper thigh, I softly apply pressure against his crotch. The soft groan that he fails to hold in, is music to my ears.

I proceed to tease him with smooth motions of my leg. Through the movements , I feel him getting harder. Angling my hips I try to rut his thigh and receive some pressure where I need it. He catches on to what I want and places his foot a little forward, so his leg makes contact with the sweet spot between my legs.

"Use me to get off" He rasps while keeping his hands on the same places on my body as I had placed them. It is as if he is scared to do something out of line.

"You can touch me." I keep moving my core over the beskar piece on his thigh. "I want you to touch me."

Finally his hands come to life, slowly they creep over my body. One to cup my breast and one my butt. "You feel so good." There is a hint of wonder in his voice.

There are too many layers. I need to feel him, every part of him. Even though I can't see his face, I look up at him as I slide my hand down his chest. The visor is dark as ever, not showing a hint of emotion or humanity. It is the way he reacts to me, that I know there is a human underneath the many layers of him.

His breath hitches when I touch his erection through his pants and give him a few teasing taps there. A wicked smile spreads across my face. I can't help but bite my lip at the thought of touching him, the real him, the soft silky skin over the hard shaft that I know is there. With both hands, I open the fly of his pants and pull him out. Finally I touch him, a real part of him. Other than the times I helped him stitch up small gashes, or the time he took off his gloves, I have never seen any part of him.

Moving my fingers around him, I give a few experimental strokes, making him whimper. He out right whimpers with that low voice of his. Something inside me snaps. My pupils dilate and more wetness collects between my legs.

I take a step back and reluctantly he lets go when I release myself from our embrace. Keeping his hands in mine, I marvel at the fact that I can finally feel him. I need to feel him, now that I am finally able to.

Just as I am about to get on my knees to be able to taste him, he stops me with a hand on my arm. "Wait." Instead, he kneels down in front of me. On his way down he softly moves his hands over my thighs and legs, taking his time with feeling me. The gloved covered fingertips slide down the insides of my legs, down until he reaches the leather make-shift armour. Struggling with the laces, he unties the leather chin protection. Carefully he slides them off, followed by my boots.

Never had I thought he could be this gentle. Having him down on his knees in front of me feels strange. It makes me feel powerful, like I could take him on, even though I know I never could.

He gets up again, but I shake my head. "Sit down." My voice is hoarse.

His helmet tilts.

I nod my head at the ground. "Sit down against the wall."

At first I think he is not going to obey, but then he gets down, keeping his visor on me. He sits back against the wall. The heels of his boots leave a trail in the sand as he stretches his legs.

I hook my thumbs underneath the waistband of my pants. Keeping out of his reach, I slide them down slowly. The hands at his sides clench as he watches me. Grinning, I crouch down to straddle him, my legs at either side of his hips. My bare feet dig in the warm sand. Grabbing his length again I continue stroking him, slowly, with a tight grip.

softly, he caresses up and down my lower legs with shaking fingers.

Lifting my hips, I line him up to my entrance. "Do you want this?"

The hands on my thighs squeeze me, seemingly holding himself back from pushing me down on himself. He gives me a nod and a short groan.

"hmm? what's that?"

"I want you." He grunts out.

Dragging his tip up and down my heat, I make sure he is nice and wet. Stroking him, I spread the slick around his length.

He now actually pulls me down on his cock, making us both gasp as the head enters me. The stretch is already better than I had Imagined. I shudder, almost losing myself, but this is about him. I want to make him feel good, I want to give him everything. Everything I have thought about in secret, all the things I have dreamt about.

Moving my hips, I lower myself further on to him. My hands search for support on his shoulders, as he fills me completely.

His strong arms help me gently up and down his shaft, letting me fuck him slowly. The sensation of the ridge on his head spreading my walls feels overwhelming. My insides are cramped every time he fully settles inside me. The sounds he lets out make everything even better, his grunts and suppressed wheezes crackling through his modulator.

Placing a hand on the side of his helmet, I look at where I think his eyes should be. "I want to hear you, don't hold them in." I don't know where the confidence comes from to order something from him, but I feel like there is a part of him that wants to submit to me, even if it is just a bit.

I think he gives me a slight nod, but I could have imagined it. After I sink down on him again, with more force this time, the guttural grunt he lets out is orgasmic. Still I believe he suppresses the sound, but it is louder this time. Perhaps he is afraid others down the street will hear, or maybe he is just shy and does not trust me with this vulnerable side of him yet.

Focusing on the feeling of him inside me I become even more wet. "Oh, Kriff, you fill me so deep, Mando. You feel so good." His hips buck, and he starts moving with me, fucking up into me, still at a relatively slow pace.

"Hmm, you like dirty talk?" I tease him. I slide my hands down his sides where he is not covered in armour, feeling the hard muscle under a healthy layer of fat. Leaning closer, so I can whisper in the crook of his neck I continue. "Never expected this day to end like this. Me, on top of you, bouncing on your thick cock." my neck and cheeks glow hot from the words that spill out of me. Just like I never expected to fuck him, I never expected I could say things like this. I almost regret saying them, what if he laughs at me or does not like it?

Quickly my doubts are disproven when his head falls back against the stone wall, creating a hard clink sound. The hands on my hips tighten almost painfully as he pulls me faster up and down. "I needed to fuck you for so long, mesh'la." He grunts out between heavy breaths.

As I grow more excited, the wet sounds become louder in the silence of the dark alleyway. The fact of what he admitted makes my heart swell. But what if this is just something he says in the heat of the moment, and he does not mean it? I push the thought away and just focus on being present with him.

I pull at the heavy fabric of his cape and cowl. There are too many layers! finally I manage to expose enough of his skin to kiss and lick the part between his shoulder and neck. This is as close as I can get to kissing him, really kissing him. Oh, how I wish I could suck his bottom lip between my teeth and lick inside his mouth, to feel his kisses all over my body. But, this would have to do. His body jumps underneath me as my lips make contact with his skin, then he relaxes and twitches inside me, making me giggle. Who knew this Mandalorian could be so responsive and sensitive.

"Kriff, mesh'la, you are ruining me." He wraps his arms around me and pulls me flush to his chest. It feels like a hug, his body wrapped protectively around me, keeping me close, keeping me safe.

He plants his feet on the sandy ground, bending his knees so he has more leverage. Then he starts this pace of fucking me hard and deep, almost not pulling back at all before he plunges in again. His pubic bone rubs against my clit, causing sparks of electricity to shoot through me.

"Fuck, yes Mando! keep going!" My legs tense around him, squishing his hips as I drown in pleasure. I cling to him as if he is what is keeping me alive, this is not even far from the truth. At this moment he is the only thing for me in this world, his warmth, his smell, this man that is mine right now. I don't care that my bare knees scrape in the rough sand, or the cooling air on my skin. Mando is warm enough for the both of us, his body heat transferring through his beskar armour.

To my frustration he slows the pace down. "Wrap your legs around me, cyar'ika."

All these new words he is calling me, what do they mean? He speaks them almost like a prayer. I'm sure they have a deep significance.

"Come on." Taking my arms, he makes me wrap them around his neck. Still inside me, he stands up, his strong thighs almost having no trouble with lifting us both. I squeal and wrap my legs tighter around him.

Before I can ask him what he is doing, he turns around. One hand on my waist and the other behind the back of my head, he presses me against the wall. The hand makes sure I don't hit the wall too hard. This gesture makes me smile up at him. It causes a warm feeling to swirl in my stomach, it is different from the feeling of lust however. This is closer to what I felt since the moment my feelings for him started to develop. That time he pulled me out of harms way of a blaster bolt, or the time he brought me a sweet fruit cake after he returned from one of the jobs.

Holding me tightly against him, he ruts in to me again. Way to slow for my liking, but when I buck my hips to search for more friction he holds me still by my hips, forcing me to endure this slow teasing torture. I bet he is grinning under his helmet at my pathetic huff.

I have an Idea, and can't bite back the grin on my lips as I cross my ankles behind his back and pull him in. His hips shoot forward, entering me fast and hard. "Fuck me better, Mando. I've had enough of this slow game. I had thought you'd be rough with this."

"You feel too good. I want to last long for you."

A sense of guilt spikes my blood. It is too selfish of me to demand something. I am about to apologise when he speaks again.

"So you have been thinking about this? Me making love to you?"

My eyes widen. Did I just admit to that? And why did he use the words 'making love?' Is that just the way he calls this, or does this actually mean something to him, something more than just a one-time fuck. Could this be more?

"I- eh,"

"Don't worry, I'll give you more to think about." At this, the sluggish pace changes into something that is the complete opposite. He plunges into me, pushing further than I would have thought possible, pressing his hips against mine as far as they will go. Then he almost completely exits, only the tip of his cock inside, before slamming inside me again.

Now it's my turn for my head to fall back. Despite his previous care for me not to hit my head, it still hits the wall behind me as my eyes roll back. I think I am saying things, telling him how good it feels, but I have no control over my body, my words or my hearing for that matter. My eyes open to the evening sky, but they see nothing but bright colours as he fucks in to me, my brain being completely de-wired.

Strong fingers dig deeper in my thighs, my breaths are shallow as he presses his body into me, his smell filling my every breath. With every snap of his hips, his pubic bone grazes my clit perfectly. I am getting close. He must notice it too, maybe due to my trembling legs, or my moans that I had been able to suppress until now.

His helmet is gently placed to my forehead, his visor aimed at my face. I look at it, hopefully staring in his eyes as my orgasm rushes closer.

"You are doing so good, you are perfect." He rambles on. "Come for me, I want you to come around me."

The thought of him feeling me squeeze his length makes my mind run wild.

"You come first." I manage to grit through my teeth, not wanting him to have all the control. "Now."

The pace falters. He curses something in his own language, I think, because the syllables sound foreign to me as he grunts them out. "Where?" It almost sounds as if he is in pain.

"in- inside. It's safe." I hadn't even finished the first word when he starts to throb and continues a irregular pace, slowly fucking his cum deeper inside me.

After a few deep breaths he halts, hips flush to mine. "You didn't... Come." It sounds so sad that I almost regret ordering him to finish.

"Can still." I say breathless as he slowly softens inside me. "But don't pull out. Want to feel you inside me when I cum."

This draws a near whine from him. He readjusts me so he can hold me with one arm, keeping my body from the ground by pinning me tighter to the wall.

His gloved hand hovers in front of my face. "Take it off."

I don't need further explanation. I yank his glove off. Not as fast as I want, it gets stuck on some of his fingers. When the annoying layer of leather is finally removed, I stare at the slightly tinted skin. A broad palm, thick and long fingers. His hand is so big compared to mine, it makes me feel safe for some reason. I want this hand on my skin, I want it traveling up my thighs, worshipping me.

"Now I want to make you come." Slowly he places two fingers on my wet mound, making me jump at the sensitiveness of the nerves there.

His fingers part as he feels how my lips are spread to accommodate him. Even though he came, he is still half hard inside me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face against his collarbone, breathing him in. "Then do it."

The fingers press a little harder against my core, slowly circling, exploring me. His attentiveness causes me to become more wet. He notices and grunts, the rumble of it vibrates against my chest. "Beautiful." he murmurs while his fingertips move almost ticklish around my mound.

"Stop teasing!" I want to sound strict but it comes out as a pathetic whine.

"Srry ma'am." He hums. His fingers applying more pressure and slipping through the slick with ease.

I dig my nose in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. The hot smell is like an aphrodisiac, sending a tingling sensation through my body.

The warmth of his skin, mixed with the structure of his fingerprints on my sensitive clit sends me soaring. I am flying, the fire burning hot as my body tenses and bucks. At the overwhelming bittersweet sensations. Every tenth of a second it grows more intense than I had thought possible.  

Noticing my body growing closer to my desperate release he tightens his hold. He removes his hand from my hip, but he keeps me in place by pinning me between him and the wall. My legs are tense enough around him to keep them from slipping. Moving his free hand over my body, he thoroughly feels every bit of me on the way to my face.

The thumb, still covered by the damned glove caresses my cheek, my jaw, and softly down my neck, like slow and loving kisses he is unable to give with his lips. "I will serve you, until my very last breath." He says it softly with his helmet buried in my hair. I dont know if I was even supposed to hear that, but stars, it was hot.

Normally I would probably have laughed at the direct and slightly strange comment, but right now, with him pleasuring me, almost like he is worshipping me, appreciating me, it makes me come. It is the final droplet in the bucket that makes it overflow. I come hard and long, my limbs tightening and trembling around him.

"Mesh'la" He groans in my ear, followed by more words of his language I don't understand. Moving his hips, he slowly rides me through my orgasm. His dick had swelled to his full size inside me again.

My breath finally slows down. "Being so good for me." I let my head rest against his shoulder. "Made me feel so good, Mando."

After a few moments he grabs on to my thighs again to lift me off of him.

When my feet touch the ground, my knees tremble beneath me. Immediately he steadies me. "We have got to get you in your pants again."

He is right, it had been dangerous enough fucking out in the open. On top of that, the night air had dropped in temperature. Goosebumps spread over my legs when a slight breeze goes by.

After helping me pull the tight pants up and buttoning them up for me, he kneels down to slide my boots on my feet.

I grin as I look down at him. "I don't know why, but I like you in that position."

"When we are"When we are back at the ship, I will show you all the things I can do for you in this position." He says while sliding a naked finger from my ankle to nearly between my legs.

His voice is so warm, so loving, so different from what he had sounded like for these few months. My heart swells from relief and happiness. Relief from finally coming and because I finally made my feelings clear to him. He had accepted them with open arms, literally.

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Base story | Path 1: Dom Din | Path 2: Dark Din | Path 3: Switch Din

Let me know what u think! Which of the 3 paths did you like more? <3

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I know why - path 2: Dark Din

Interactive story (Path 2 of 3)

Base story | Path 1: Dom Din | Path 3: Dark Din | Path 3: Sweet Din

After the base story, this is one of the endings. Dark Din.

Warnings: Explicit MDNI 18+

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Chapter word count: 4k

AO3

Tags: #Angst #Smut #Porn With Plot #Mando needs to work on his communications skills #unprotected p in v #Fingering #First POV #no mention of oc name #No use of y/n #I hate y/n #OC wants to be taken care of #OC wants to be independent #kinda forced proximity #Exhibitionism #Interactive #Daddy Dom Din Djarin #sweet din #switch Din #Mando only cares about himself (or does he?)

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I jerk my hand out of his grasp. "Don't pretend to have empathy all of a sudden.. bounty hunter."

Calling him by the name of his profession, seems to kick him into his feral mode again. Because as soon as the attempt of degrading insult left my lips, it is followed by a pathetic squeal, as his hand shoots up to grab my neck and draw me closer.

"Damned girl" He grunts "You always mess up. You always manage to get yourself in trouble don't you?"

With big eyes I look at him, no sensible thought is able to form in my head.

"Just like you are now." His voice is almost purring.

His other hand slips to my waist. Although I try to act angry, I can't hide the reaction of my body to his touch. I think he can feel me shaking, how tense I am. There is something about him, the feelings for him are boiling over right now. He is so dominant, he's never acted this way towards me before. It is hard to hide the smile that creeps up on my lips, thinking about how much I like it.

"The way you look at me, so strong, yet so fragile." while his hand remains at my throat, his thumb strokes my jaw. almost as if to emphasise how sweet and fragile he thinks I am. "That is the other reason I don't take you with me anymore. You distract me."

He forces my head up, making me look at the emotionless visor that stares down at me. My eyes wander down his helmet, to his neck and shoulders. From this position, I can see how broad he really is. The hand leaves my throat, and goes on to caress my hair. He lets his fingers slip through the strands, my eyes roll back from how good it feels, this lightest bit of affection.

Suddenly his fingers grasp the hair against my skull, he pulls and holds, keeping my neck exposed to him. The sudden roughness takes me off guard, and I have to bite on my lip to keep myself from moaning.

"You love this, don't you? Don't brand me a freak when you are getting off on this"

How does he know me so well? This is the first time in ages since he touched me, and the touches before had only been friendly, if It wasn't even less personal.

"Yes, I like it." I can't bring myself to care how pathetic I sound. I just need him to take care of this burning feeling in my stomach and between my legs.

As if he can read my mind, one of his hands trace a ghostly soft path over my clothes to down there. He stops at the bone, right above where I actually want him. "Tell me what it is you want."

I open my eyes, I did not realized had closed. How do I respond to a question this direct? I feel warmth rush to my cheeks and neck. "I want.. I want you to touch me. More please?"

"No." He shakes his head "Tell me clearly what you want. Do you want me?"

My breath hitches, my face getting even hotter.

"Okay, yes.. I really want to have sex with you right now."

"Good."

Suddenly I am no longer facing him. He had spun me around in a split-second, and before I can get my bearings, he has shoved my pants down to my thighs. I try to turn to him when his hands leave my body, he is fumbling with the closing on his pants I think. But then a rough hand between my shoulder blades, push me against the wall again. while this one big hand stays there, his other arm hooks in front of my hips. The arm pulls my thighs from the wall, and towards him. I try to get comfortable in this arched position, but I stop moving when I feel something warm against my entrance.

"You are so wet for me" He states in his deep raspy voice. "Such a good, sweet girl"

I don't know why his praise has such a big effect on me. My whole body is in flames, and my legs almost give out.

He moves his tip through my wet folds. The intimate sensation makes a soft whimper escape through my lips. This makes him chuckle darkly, before lining up and shoving his whole shaft inside me in one thrust. The sound I let out is now more of a cry. The stretch is so intense, and he is so thick. As a reflex on the stinging pain, I withdraw from him. But he isn't having any of that. He pulls me to him again. He shoves me further back on his dick.

Then he pulls out all the way again, leaving me feeling empty and quivering on nothing. I press the side of my face to the cool but rough wall for support. The hand on my back leaves, before pressing against my head, pushing my face further into the wall. He slams inside me again, deeper than he was before.

How deep can he go? I wonder, while trying to hold in the sounds of pleasure. It hurts, but it's the good kind of hurt.

"Take it. you will take what I give you" He whispers against my ear. The modulator barely picks it up, so it sounds more raspy and Inhuman than normal. But in some way this makes me even wetter. I can feel it lubricating his shaft with each thrust. Every time he plunges into me it goes a little easier, gradually turning the sharp pain into a deep pleasure.

The pace he picks up is slow and deep at first. I feel the rim of the tip, and every vein against my slick walls. His grip on my hips is firm. Even if I wanted to move with him, I would not be able to.

The harsh terrain of the beige stucco wall digs in the skin of my cheeks and jaw. But I can't bring myself to care, while this bittersweet feeling is taking over in my lower stomach. With every teasing thrust he gives, a new wave of the warm feeling flows through my weak legs. It is difficult to keep a steady grip on the wall, my hands slip as I try to reach for something that would make me feel secure. The only thing that keeps me steady is him, his body, his hands, his mind.

Through heavy ragged breathing, he speaks again. "You wanted to leave? I would never let you leave me, I won't allow it." He stops and pulls out, so that just the tip touches my entrance.

I protest with a whine. "Don't stop please!" Is the only thing I am hopefully able to express clear enough. I try to look back at him, but his hand is still pressing in my face. He notices, and turns his hand so a gloved thumb can caress my lips. The fabric is a little worn and smells like iron and of course the hide of an animal it came from. I wonder what kind of animal, are the orange tips dyed or was the skin that colour to begin with?

An almost caring sounding voice distracts me. "sweet girl,-" my bottom lip drops at the heat that his voice brings me. The thumb that had been exploring it, pushes in my mouth without falter. The grip is almost painfully tight. With the hold he has on me now, he angles my head back. only my arms and chest can keep me against the wall.

The arch I'm in is even deeper now, and I can still feel him softly pressing against my wet core.

"I will always find you. There is no place in the galaxy you can hide from me. Do you understand?" Even before I nod my head as best I can at this angle, he starts moving again. "Good girl." slowly he pushes inside me. even he can't suppress the grunt when his last inch settles inside my wet warmth.

"I am going to fuck you hard. I bet you like that, I know you like that naughty girl." His pace picks up. Before I know it, my soft moans can't keep up with the rhythm of his hips anymore. "You like being fucked against the wall, dont you?" His voice is deep and warm with lust and desperation to finish. "I bet you like getting railed out in the open."

My eyes roll back from the pleasure that starts to build up in the place his dick rams inside of me. The thumb in my mouth prevents me from being able to swallow. Drool drips down his leather gloves and onto my chest.

"Dirty woman, you can't help but make a mess out of us." His pace gets even faster, he must be getting close.

The hand around my waist goes to where his dick is ruining me. with two fingers, he slowly starts teasing the swollen bud there. On the first touch, an involuntary shock rushes through me. He has to tighten his grip to prevent my knees from buckling.

"That's right, cum for me." I try to move my hips to get more friction, but his grip is sturdy, and his fingers keep on giving me light teasing touches.

His whole body encapsulates mine, I feel him everywhere. The hard beskar presses against my soft skin in a delicious agonising way.

Suddenly I hear hushed voices from the end of the alley. "..hear it from across this part a'town!"

It makes me freeze and I try to turn my head towards the sounds, but the finger in my mouth prevents it. "Mando!" I mumble through his thumb, trying to make him aware of the potenial threat. He does not seem affected and continues pushing inside my body with every thrust.

Moving shadows appear in the direction of the sounds. "Someon's comig!" I try to push him off me, but again he does not budge or even acknowledge my panic. Two figures, swaying and stumbling, appear from the darkness.

Finally Mando comes to a stop, still buried deep inside me. I don't know if it's my imagination, but it feels like he moves his body to shield mine from view. The thumb leaves my mouth and moves away.

One of the figures points at us. "Oii I told you some bitch was getting fucked here!" Excitedly he nudes his companion.

The other is just as enthusiastic and calls. "Ey mate, save some of that whore for -"

Then a flash of light and and a deafening sound before the yelling man falls to the ground.

"AAhh what the fuck man!" The other yells, and tries to run back in the direction he came from. A mandalorian however, is deadly quick. The close to drunk guy did not make it farther than a few steps, before joining the faith of his friend. Both with a smoking hole in their carcass.

The blaster gets put back in its holster, and the gloved hand takes hold on the side of my waist to flip me around.

It takes a few seconds for me to realize what had happened. "You killed them, Mando."

This is not like him. He would never. He wouldn't just kill somebody without them being a threat to me or him. I push at his chest, not taking my eyes of the two bodies that are but shadows in the dark alley. A passer by would probably not even notice them.

My pathetic attempt to shove him away does nothing of course. Instead he cups my face with surprising gentle hands and makes me face him. Cold terror runs from my head to my chest and I try to pull his hands away, the hands that just ended two lives. The motionless figures keep a hold on my gaze, I cant pull away from the sight. Once alive, and forever motionless now. They will never take a breath again, never speak, never walk.

Finally the hands let go. Then loud crack followed by a stinging pain in my cheek. My eyes focus on him. He had slapped me.

"Don't look at them, look at me."

I don't try to fight him when he lifts me up by my thighs, and guides my legs around himself. "Hold on." He tells me. Without hesitation I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, and do the same with my arms around his neck. His body is warm. It feels nice in contrast to the cooling evening air.

My cheek still stings, but the sudden pain had ripped me from the spiraling thoughts.

Despite the fact that he is obviously taken over by lust and want, he is still in control. His movements are rushed but disciplined. That is why it appears deliberate that my back and skull hit the wall rather hard, when he pushes my body against the stone bricks. "I am the only one that can have you, I am the only one that can see you."

This is so wrong, he is insane. I should try to fight him, i should yell for help. However, I can't deny how thrilled this makes me. Although I know it is wrong and that he does not act like himself, I can't deny how much this excites me. The adrenaline runs through my veins, and the lust mixed with fear takes over any other rational thought.

In what way is he going to ruin me now?

That question is soon answered when he unexpectedly slips inside me again. The delightful pressure is back. It shoots a tingling feeling from our contact point to my toes, which curl in ecstasy. The high-pitched sounds I make may be heard across town, but I don't care anymore. Somebody might find us again, but it only adds to the thrill.

"Finally I can feel your warm, wet cunt again." He fucks me slow, almost teasing. "Next time somebody decides to disrupt us again, I will keep fucking you while I silence them. I will keep on using your tight little hole while I ensure they regret looking at what belongs to me."

The things he says are morbid and wrong, but they turn me on so bad. He makes me feel like I am the only one that matters for him, the only one he will ever want. His thrusts gradually get harder and deeper, making me feel filled to the max. The wall might have a dent in it from how hard he fucks me in the stone. Surely my whole body will be sore tomorrow.

It all gets too much, I am all over the place, bits and pieces of me disperse like the a blaster bolt against Mando's beskar. I want to tell him to slow down, but nothing but whines and the start of sentences leave my lips.

My eyes are aimed up towards the sky, but are non seeing due to the other overwhelming senses. am sure I will never ever be satisfied with anything but him buried inside me. A painful grip on my jaw forces me to face him, his fingers squish my cheeks together. "No. Eyes on me. I want to see what I do to you."

I try my best to obey and keep my attention on him, I try to keep my eyelids from falling shut while he gives me more pleasure than I can handle.

Suddenly his thumb is on my clit, making me jolt. He lets out a moan from the sudden movement. "I want you to come while I'm inside you." Too lightly he starts rubbing me.

The circles he starts are almost painfully soft. Too soft. "I need more." Bucking my hips I try to feel more, to itch that deep need inside.

"Beg me for it."

A frustrated cry from me makes him laugh darkly. "I can keep on going all night, but I know you won't."

"Please, Mando." Tears start to roll down my face from frustration and exhaustion. "I will do anything you want, I will do anything you want while I am with you, just please let me cum."

He gives a little more pressure, and the movement of his finger gets faster. Instantly I feel the warmth building up to my orgasm. I need it so bad. "Please don't stop! please.." My body trembles and shocks while growing closer.

His movements get more persistent, and his heavy breaths turn into low grunts. He enjoys feeling me struggle for release. The thumb movement decreases.

"No! NO! Please let me cum." I try to rub my clit with my own fingers, but he holds me so closely against him, that I can't move my hand close enough.

The movement of his hand stops completely, just as the movement of the rest of his frame. He pushes his body firmly against me, his dick pulses inside me. He is cuming. He is cuming inside me, against the wall in an abandoned alley. This filthy thought makes my muscles tense, and at last, I fall over the edge of my own orgasm.

It lasts a long time. Longer than I've ever experienced. I can't feel my body. The only thing that is real in this moment is me and the bursting of the fruit of desire, desperation and heat. That is what it feels like anyway.

As the feeling slowly subsides, the world around me does too.

The blackness gradually disappears. My senses are coming back. I feel like I am floating back in my body, having returned from paradise.

I notice that I still can't feel the ground beneath my feet, but I can feel pressure on my stomach and ribs. Every other second, my body bounces a little. Blinking my eyes a few times, i attempt to regain my sight. The only thing I see is darkness.

Only after a while do I realize, I am being carried on a broad shoulder. "Mando?" My voice sounds weak and drained, like I just woke up from a deep sleep.

"You were not responding for a few minutes." He states."I am going back to the ship. Bounty is long gone by now."

"Oh" Is the only thing I can think of to say. My anger rises again and I would demand for him to put me down again, but my legs are still shaking. Both physically and mentally I'm drained, so I let him carry me back to the place I swore never to come back to again.

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Base story | Path 1: Dom Din | Path 2: Dark Din | Path 3: Sweet Din

Let me know what u think! Which of the 3 paths did you like more? <3

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I know why - path 1: Dom Din

Interactive story (Path 1 of 3)

Base story | Path 1: Dom Din | Path 2: Dark Din | Path 3: Sweet Din

After the base story, this is one of the endings. Dominant Din.

Warnings: Explicit MDNI 18+

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Chapter word count: 4k

AO3

Tags: #Angst #Smut #Porn With Plot #Mando needs to work on his communications skills #unprotected p in v #Fingering #First POV #no mention of oc name #No use of y/n #I hate y/n #OC wants to be taken care of #OC wants to be independent #kinda forced proximity #Exhibitionism #Interactive #Daddy Dom Din Djarin #sweet din #switch Din

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I jerk my hand out of his grasp. "Don't pretend to have empathy all of a sudden.. bounty hunter."

 Calling him by the name of his profession, seems to kick him into his feral mode again. Because as soon as the attempt of degrading insult left my lips, it is followed by a pathetic squeal, as his hand shoots up to grab my neck and draw me closer. "Damned girl" He grunts "I don't want you hurt, that is why I didn't allow you to go with me on hunts."   With big eyes I look at him, no sensible thought is able to form in my head.   "Another reason I do not let you come, is because you distract me."   A nervous laugh that sounds more like a wheeze, due to the tight grasp on my neck is the first thing out of my mouth. He does not budge when I push against his chest. "Are.. am.. How.. In what way do I distract you?" The struggle with those words is not just because of the obstruction around my neck.   The grip of his hands on my body tighten slightly for a second, as if he is trying to feel those parts in detail. "In what ways don't you…" His voice is horse and soft.   "What are you implying?" He can not mean what I think he means.   No response. The arm that is not currently holding my neck hostage clumsily moves to my hip. His thumb starts to rub his in little circles there. He is teasing me. I know it. He is probably laughing at me underneath his stupid helmet. He has known all this time.

"Stop torturing me, stop using my feelings for you against me!"   This does get a reaction out of him. Immediately after I spoke the words he draws back a little and he seems to look in to my eyes. "You have feelings for me?"   "Yea duh!" I almost burst out in laughter, and can just about stop myself from mocking him with an bad imitated voice. "Don't pretend you don't know. I know what you are doing." How stupid does he think I am? "with your 'sweet girl'" I use my low voice impression of him here anyway.   He does not appear to appreciate my imitation of him. The setting sun reflects its orange glow on his armour when he turns us both. He is facing the wall now, and I stand with my back against it. "You assume too much about me."   "What does that mean?" I shove his chest plate again.

  No reaction.

  Okay, I am done.   When pushing against his chest does not work, I try to claw his hands from my throat. What in the hell does he mean? why is he always so infuriating and confusing. He seriously needs to work on his communication skills.  "Be clear for once in your life, and tell me what you mean!"   I don't know where this build-up rage suddenly comes from. Maybe because he caught me running from him, or it's from pushing down my feelings all this time, maybe it is his reaction that of lack thereof that angers me. Whatever it is, the only thing I can do is fight him. My hands thug at his arm and wrist, so hard my fingers start hurting. My feet and legs kick at him, trying to escape his firm uncomfortable hold on me.

Perhaps I fight against the physical, just the same as the mental hold he has on me. Him being himself draws me in, his voice, his posture. Hell, even the way he walks makes me want to consume him with everything I have. It makes me want to worship him, and it scares me. During my tantrum he has been incredibly still. His grip does not falter, he does not even seem to breathe.   "I swear if you don't let me go and tell me what is going on I will literally kill you!"   Finally, he speaks. But from everything he could have said, I did not expect this.   "Maker, I really want to have sex with you right now."   My body freezes.   "Excuse me?" I must have misheard that.   "You know what I said."   The hand on my hip moves to my stomach. "Can I touch you?"   Time seems to freeze. I am aware of everything, the cold wall against my back, the setting sun encasing the man before me. The man that now wants to give me what I've imagined during so many day dreams. All I can do in response is nod. The voice that was full of fury just before, is lost now.   "Okay, I will take care of you." His hand slides slowly over the boning of my corset, leaving a hot boiling feeling there. "Breathe, girl"

Sure enough, I had forgotten to do that. Steadily I blow out a deep breath.

His fingers continue downwards, past the rim of my pants. It is quite a tight fit with his big hand there. He takes a step closer, so as not to put his arm in an uncomfortable angle. His chest touches my face, draining me in his overwhelming smell. I think I am even more sensitive to everything about him right now.

Clamping my fingers behind the edges of his chest plate, to pull him even closer. His breathing sounds heavy above me. He is no longer taking hold of my neck anymore, the hand is now supporting himself against the wall above my head. Perhaps he is handling the tension of this situation worse than me.

The leather of his glove finally touches my skin. It is as if the reality of the situation is just now kicking in. Other than tense, I feel apprehensive and self-conscious now. Why is he acting this way now, it is too big of a change. I always thought he hated me. And now He stands here before me, with his hand down my pants.

His armour is hard and cool when I let my head lean against it. Closing my eyes, I try to stop myself from shaking.

Breathe.

Why is he doing this? Does he like me too in that way? Or is he doing this to apologize for acting angry with me?   He must notice my sudden shyness, because he pulls his hand back.   Blinking I force myself back in the present. "No, you dont have to stop. Unless you want to, but I-"   His finger touches my lips, to hush me. "I know." He proceeds to pull of his gloves. "I need you to be relaxed for me." 

The view of his naked hands in front of me, makes my brain do anything but being relaxed. I have never seen any part of his skin before, let alone his full hands. I wasn't even sure he was human or just humanoid. But hell is he human! His hands are big. I knew that, I could see that with his gloves on. What I could not see before, is how long and thick his fingers are. And how the muscles shift when he moves his hand. The hand that moves even closer, and finally touches me. His warm skin caresses my cheeks.   "I will take care of you." He tells me again.

I nod my head and rest it back against the wall. "Yes, okay."

Not knowing what to do with my hands, i rest them on his biceps, feeling his hard arms, capable of handling me in any way he wants. Slowly he moves his bare hand down my stomach, dipping underneath the waistband again.

Breathe.

The tips of his fingers reach the wet spot between my legs, only now I can feel how excited I am for him. I close my eyes and hide my face by dipping it down. But my head falls back as he digs the rest of his fingers between my lips.

"Oh fuking stars." I breathe and I step a little wider, so he has better access.

A low sound rumbles in his chest as wetness coats his hand. He explores me slowly, caressing softly back and forth, but every time he only skims over my entrance. Finally he dips one of his fingers a little more in, but then abandons it, making me let out a pathetic whine. He chuckles darkly as he teases me more, without touching my clit or my entrance in the way I need.

Clinging to his arms, I look up at him. "I thought you were going to take care of me." I grit my teeth. "All you do is put me on edge, but you never d-"

His fingers are inside me. I think it's two but I can't be sure. Even though I am all wet and slippery, the stretch makes me gasp.

"Oh, yes, Maker."

He pulls out again, and then slowly inserts them again, hooking his fingers as he pulls them back out. "It's not the Maker that is making you feel this way, girl."

"Mando, please." This man is making me beg. I never beg, maybe sometimes to get what I want as I look up at him with puppy eyes, but I never truly beg and mean it. For weeks, for months I have been watching him, with a growing feeling of butterflies in my belly when he is close, when he addresses me, when he grunts as he lifts something heavy. Now, this man has me pressed up against the wall with his hand down my pants, making me feel all kinds of wild.

"Is this what you wanted? For me to make you feel good?" His voice is rough, breathing heavily. He inserts another finger carefully and painfully slow.

I respond with an affirming mewl.

"For how long have you wanted this?" 

Am I going to tell him the truth? Am I going to admit that I have been wanting him badly for two and a half months, if not more, and that I basically fantasized about him since the day I laid eyes on him? His fingers dig deeper inside me, the palm of his hand angled so it rubs my clit. I grind my hips against him, searching for the release I crave.

"Tell me, girl. For how long have you wanted me to touch you?"  

It's hard to think with his hand making me feel all sorts of new things. But i try my best to answer him. "Since you told me to get some sleep." 

His movements slow as he listens to my soft voice.

 I continue. "After you cleared out a room for me." 

He draws his hand back, and I stiffen, afraid to have said something wrong. Did I come across as too desperate? pathetic? 

His fingers glisten in the twilight, as he looks down at his hand. My face reddens and I half wish I could disappear into the darkening night as my arousal drips from his hand.

Rubbing his fingers together, he bring them closer to his face, inspecting it. "That was the first day." 

Only after a few seconds I nod. There is no use denying.

"You liked me telling you to get some sleep?"

Again I nod, not daring to look at where his eyes are behind the visor. I look at his chest, then at the ground, and then back again.

"You like my voice?" It was more of a statement than a question.

I don't want to nod again, so I speak. "It just sounds nice, but I am sure you have heard that many times before."

"A few times." 

With his thumb he slowly swipes over my bottom lip, coating it with my own slick. "You have made quite a mess out of me." Then he pushes two fingers inside my mouth. "Be a good girl, and clean it up for me." 

Understanding where he is getting at, I suck on them and lick his thick digits clean. He hums in approval, making sure I have every last bit. For a few seconds he just looks at me, at least that is what he looks like to be doing. His fingers slip from my mouth.

I shrink underneath his gaze as I look up at him. Is he having second thoughts? He can't back off now, I want him, I need him. I slide my hands from his arms down over his chest, and even lower. Still I search for any reaction from him, any way his body language betrays what he wants, what he is feeling. But he remains stoic apart from the low breaths that move his chest and sound through his modulator.

His head tilts as my finger slides over the closing of his pants, as if he is inspecting me, waiting and watching for what I will do next. It takes a little struggle to open the fly and I have to look down to see what I'm doing. I don't dare to look up as I slowly grab a hold of him with a slightly trembling hand. A gasp escapes me as my fingers make contact with his warm skin. I'm not a virgin, I have played around a bit in the past. Some long term, some just for one night. But touching him finally feels new and different, as if I am the shy girl I was on my first time.

He is hard, the tip completely exposed. A low sound rumbles in his chest as I wrap my fingers around his grit and pull him out of his pants. He still has not moved as I look up. Experimentally, I move my hand slowly, swiping my thumb over the smooth head.

For the first time in a while he speaks, his voice rough and soft. "Make it wet first." It does not sound gentle, it sounds like he is refraining himself, holding himself back from doing what he wants to do.

I almost apologize at his request. How could I forget, I knew it could be uncomfortable for men to move against the sensitive skin without lubing it up first. Trying to remain controlled I lower myself steadily to the ground, settling on my knees. His helmet tilts further down, following me as I kneel before him. Giving a small lick on the head, I test the waters. A grunt from him challenges me to continue. I open my mouth further and take him between my lips, my tongue teasing the underside of his length.

He throws his head back with a delicious sound. One of his hands shoots to my head, tangling in my hair whilst he uses the other to steady himself against the wall. Looking down at me again, he guides my head, pushing me deeper on to him until he hits the back of my throat. The pressure makes me gag, but his reaction causes a burning heat to consume my lower stomach. 

With a growl he pulls me to my feet and turns me around, so my back is pressed to his hard chest. He keeps me against him as he takes a step back. "Hands on the wall." He says.

The wall is far more than arms-length away, so I try to take a step forward, but he keeps his hands tightly on my hips, preventing me from doing so. I look back at him in confusion. "What?"

"Hands on the wall." He speaks slower now.

After hesitating for a moment, I lean forward. Bending my hips at almost a ninety degree angle, I reach out to lean against the rough surface with my palms.

"Can you keep them there, sweet girl?" Mando's fingers dig in my waist before traveling up my torso.

I give him a nod, not trusting my voice right now. 

"Good." His fingers hook underneath the waistband of my pants and yanks them down. They end up half way down my legs.

I gasp and want to stand up straight again, feeling too exposed being bend over like this. A hand pressing between my shoulder blades prevents me from doing so. "Don't. Move."

Looking around frantically I search for possible onlookers. "What if someone walks in on us?"

"Then they will have something perfect to look at." Fingers slide over my pussy once more, until his hand cups me. "You are perfect." The hand is removed, only for it to be replaced with the tip of his length. It teases painfully slow from my clit and back up, spreading around my wetness and his pre-cum. This thought makes me shiver. It feels so filthy and naughty. After all those day dreams, this was finally really happening. 

"I need to know how you feel inside me." I push back against him, searching for more friction.

His voice sounds like he is as deep in this moment as I am. He sounds as if it hurts him not to give in to his desires right now. "Patience, girl." With his foot he kicks my legs wider apart as far as they will go with my pants down my legs. He is spreading me for him, exposing me even more. I don't care about decency or shame anymore. I need him, now.

"Please," It sounds more pathetic than I wanted it too. Tears of frustration start to form in my eyes. "Please, just fuck me."

Then he is where I need him, and he is pushing in. Slowly. I have never felt this good in my life, I'm sure of it. This moment right here, is what I have needed my whole life. I could die peacefully now. He is not even all the way in yet, he is still moving inside me, penetrating deep, far surpassing the length of his fingers.

"Oh, maker yes, shit, fuck." My voice is even less controlled now, high-pitched and loud.

"Watch your words, darling." His grip on my waist tightens, almost painfully so. Finally he is settled in all the way, his hipbones against my butt. "You feel... Dank Farrik, you feel amazing." Just as slowly as he entered me, he pulls back out again. A finger trails over the place where we connect, feeling how much I am stretched around him.

Is he watching? Is he looking at how my pussy grips him, how well I take him? As he has completely pulled out, he pushes in again, way faster now, but still not hard and fast enough for me. He keeps on this rhythm of fucking me, almost lovingly. 

"I love the sounds you make for me, sweet girl." His voice rasps through his modulator as his hand caresses my thighs and back. My arms almost give out, and would have slumped to the wall if it wasn't for his tight grip on my waist. "I told you to keep your hands there and not to move." Fingers scratch against my scalp as he digs in my hair. "I need you to listen to me." He sounds threatening, the voice he uses on his bounties when they are a hand full.

"Harder.. I need it harder." 

He pulls my head back by my hair and starts fucking me with a knee-buckling pace. A hand on my shoulder is used to shove me back on to him with every thrust. "Is this what you wanted, sweet girl? Have you wanted me to use you like this, and kept it quiet all this time? You have starved me of this tight wet cunt." His breath is fast and he lets out beautiful groans between words. He is truly undone, the normally silent mandalorian has turned in a primal man without restraints he normally lives by. The filthy words continue as he keeps pistoning in to me. With every trust, I feel him spreading me open, hitting every part inside me that makes me drool. This sensation is almost, if not way more delicious than the orgasms I give myself on the thought of him.

"Keep making those pretty noises for me." The already deep voice, is even more low and raspy now, and I decide that I really love this unfiltered version of him. 

"I'm going to fill you up, fill up your tight pussy until it leaks out." The groan he lets out at this thought makes me clench around him. "But first, you are going to cum for me." The hand on my waist disappears, as does the support it provided. "Keep still." He orders when my knees buckle under my own weight. The hand then moves over my lower stomach and further down. My whole body shudders when his fingertips touch my clit. It is sensitive and swollen from the pleasure he is giving me.

"Mando, fuck yes please let me cum. keep fucking me please" I don't have any control over my words anymore. They spill out as he keeps softly caressing my clit with his fingers. Not only does he just rub the bundle of nerves, he too swipes over my lips and the place where he rams inside me. Never has a man done that to me before. Immediately I feel the familiar heat between my legs grow hotter.  Even by myself I have not managed to reach near an orgasm this quick.

Letting go of my hair, his hand seeks the wall for support. I can feel everything of him. His warm stomach and the cold beskar chest plate press against my back. This angle hits another spot inside me that makes my body feel as if it is flying. It does not take long for me to cum all over his hand.

He keeps on fucking me through my aftershocks and I feel he is getting close himself too. His groans become silent and breathing is getting heavy.

"Stars, yes, yes!" I moan as I feel him twitch inside me.

Spurts of cum fill me and he lets out the hottest, toe curling gasps. With a few extra deep and slow thrusts he makes sure to fuck his own cum deep inside me.

"Ner cyar'ika, that was perfect." Slowly he pulls out and straightens up. I attempt to turn around, but he keeps me in place. "You are perfect." He kneels down to put on my panties, probably knowing it will catch his cum as it leaks out of me. The pants are next, he pulls them up from where they have been stuck on my ankles.

He steps back and I turn around, finally facing him again. Nothing has changed, he is still his old self. The indecipherable mask, the broad but slightly static posture. I don't know why this surprise me, of course he hasn't changed. But for some reason it does feel different, he feels different. 

A sudden wave of emotions floods over me. There is fear, of him regretting what we have done. There is hope and love too, but also something that feels like guilt. There is frustration of how he has treated me for the past months, making me think he hated me. And there is relief, both physically as emotionally.

He just stands there, in front of me. Maybe he isn't sure of how to act himself. So I do the first thing that comes to mind in between the chaos of emotions inside of me. I jump at him, cling to him, my arms around his neck. I hug him close and tight, my face buried in the crook of his neck. The rough fabric of his cape rubs against my skin. I smell him, the warm heated scent of him. I have never smelled him so strong before, just whims of it when I walk past him. 

At first he stiffens, probably taken of guard by my hug attack. But then his shoulders relax and he wraps his arms around me. One around my lower waist and one over my shoulder blades, engulfing me, keeping me safe.

"Mando..." It sounds muffled in the fabric.

I feel him resting the helmet on my shoulder. "I've got you." He squeezes me tighter. "I've got you."

I could cry. I could but I don't, I keep that for later when I'm alone in my bunk. Now I just want to be here with him, nothing else.

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Base story | Path 1: Dom Din | Path 2: Dark Din | Path 3: Sweet Din

Let me know what u think! Which of the 3 paths did you like more? <3

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I know why - Interactive Story

Base story (ch 1 of 4)

Base story | Path 1: Dom Din | Path 2: Dark Din | Path 3: Sweet Din

Warnings: Explicit MDNI 18+

Chapter word count: 5k

AO3

Tags: #Angst #Smut #Porn With Plot #Mando needs to work on his communications skills #unprotected p in v #Fingering #First POV #no mention of oc name #No use of y/n #I hate y/n #OC wants to be taken care of #OC wants to be independent #kinda forced proximity #Exhibitionism #Interactive #Daddy Dom Din Djarin #sweet din #Dark Din #switch Din

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I have written 3 endings, so it's kind of interactive. You can choose one of them or read all of them and see which one you like more.

They are all with the requested prompt 41: "I really want to have sex with you right now" by @altarsw ☺️. (Sorry it took such a long time)

The 3 endings are: sweet/switch Din, Dom Din and Dark Din (not extreme).

I am very curious to see which one you like more.

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Never before have I felt this way about anyone. It's just my luck that it has to be for someone impossible, impossible In every way. He is distant, unavailable, avoidant, and sure he is polite - most times at least.

But, the nice moments are decreasing.

More and more often, he is tense around me, he snaps at me about the smallest things. Each time I get close to brush past him in his narrow ship, his hands tighten, the leather of his gloves creaking as he clenches his fingers. Everyday when I head for my bunk to get some sleep, the 'good night' from him gets more strained.

I’m sure he thinks I am a waste of space. The only reason he took me in, was because of a favour to my best friend Kuiil.

Kuill had asked the Mandalorian to hide me and keep me safe for at least six months at least, or until the Empire forgot about me. It has been three months so far.

 

Three months of mixed signals from him.

 

Back then I was not thrilled to travel with a strange man that I didn't trust, but Kuiil had insisted that this would be safer than being home, or on any other planet. In exchange for his hospitality I would help him with a few 'easy' jobs, as he called them. Unfortunately he didn’t let me go on the way more fun-sounding 'dangerous ones', he would tell me about when he got back from one. 

Recently he has stopped asking me to accompany him altogether.

 

Maybe I should bring up the matter once more. I straighten my back against the passenger's seat. “I want to join you on the next job.” I tell him as I force an iron pick through a piece of leather I’m working with. This is the last piece of a set of armour I’m crafting.

 

Thank the Maker

My hands are aching.

 

No response from the pilot's seat.

 

From the corner of my eye I watch him. His helmet is facing the stars as if there is something interesting to see. He has not moved for a while now. Is he asleep? No, his back is way too straight for that, his shoulders too tense.

I clutch the rough material in my hands. “Mando, I-”

He interrupts me with a short snap of his low voice. “No.”

Amidst a frustrated sigh I drop my hands on my lap. “Why for Maker's sake not?!” I turn to him, steadfast, to emphasise that I am serious about this. His visor is still facing the space outside the ship. His hand tightens, on the controls.

“I know how to fight for myself, if that is what you are worried about.” I say through my teeth. Fighting is one of the things that made me a prominent figure in the resistance that caused the Empire's downfall, and I take great pride in that.  It is the Empire, or at least what is left of them, that placed a bounty on my head.

The only light in the cockpit comes from the lamp I use to accompany my handwork. His shiny armour reflects the weak yellow light beautifully, it subtly shifts alongside every one of his breaths.

Even when he frustrates the fuck out of me, he still manages to entice and enchant me. His broad and rigid form is all I can focus on for a second. I'm not even sure if he responded to me.

Either way, I continue. “I am even making armour!” I flaunt the piece of dark brown leather at him, or at least the closest I can get to his helmet without leaving the comfy chair. “I know you promised Kuiil to keep me safe, but you can't keep me locked on this piece of scrap metal while you go out and do exciting things.”

“Descent on Jakku in 20 minutes.” Mando’s raspy modulated voice announces. He rises from his chair and rolls his shoulders to release some of the stiffness from the long time spent sitting down.

Of course this distracts me again. How does he not realise the things he does to me? I shake my head in an attempt to get rid of the alluring thoughts in my head. "I am used to some action. I helped take down the Empire, as you know.”

“Drop it. You are not coming.” His frame towers over my sitting one, an index finger pointing at me to emphasise his words with authority.

A frustrated huff escapes my lips, and I lean back aggressively in my chair, my arms crossed. Frowning, I look forward to the beige-brown planet that seems to grow in size as we approach. In my peripheral vision I see Mando still standing next to me, facing me.

He sighs curtly. Finally he walks away and descends the ladder.

 

I realise that I am acting like a spoiled teen, he does that to me. His presence alone makes me not know how to act.

Mando had shortly come back, stomping up the ladder. Neither one of us had acknowledged each other as he walked past me and flopped in the pilot’s seat. His fingers pressed a few buttons to land the ship. I watched as we descended between the trees on a small clearing near a village. Without a word he had gone down to the haul again.

 

The little time apart did me good, the frustration having died down again. With a soft sigh, I finish up the last piece of armour.  

The arm pieces of my armour fit comfortably against my skin, from my wrists to halfway down my lower arms. They are held in place by threading a leather string criss-cross through the holes I poked. The corset peace protects the soft parts of my stomach, yet it is flexible enough to move in. There are parts on my lower legs as well, to protect my shins. It all fits over the fabric of the clothes I'm wearing. The dark brown of the leather matches with the black trousers  and top.

 

Proud of the result, I want to show Mando what I have been working on for the last couple of days. As I descend the ladder, more and more of him comes into view. He is collecting his weapons, attaching the blaster rifle around his torso.

When my foot touches the last step, he notices me. Instantly, I feel a warm blush creeping up my cheeks. I try to hide my flustered face through my excitement. “Mando, look!” With a twirl I show him my new attire from all angles. “What do you think, pretty cool eh?” To show him the details, I approach him, and he listens while I explain how it was constructed and designed.

“'I'm Impressed. It looks good on you. Well done." With a ruffle of his big hand through my hair, he ends our conversation.

 

The approval and the low voice in which he said it, make my eyes close in content. It is his touch through my hair that makes my knees buckle. I manage to get support against the wall, and play it off as a relaxed and nonchalant position. “So where to?”

I am going with him, if he likes it or not.

The steadfast man presses the control panel, engaging the ramp to open with a slow hiss. “You stay here, watch the ship.” 

The ship does not need watching, he knows that too.

I hate how he treats me like a child, how he thinks I am useless, so step forward and challenge him. “You can't stop me, I'm joining you.” The low hum of the ramp lowering edges me on.

“Stay here.”  He no longer sounds as kind as he did just a moment ago.

"No!"

"You are staying here."

"No,” I sneer back. “I am coming with you!"

"STOP IT."  His fist collides with the wall above the activated control panel

The loud thud takes me off guard, my body freezes. Wide-eyed and shocked, I look at him. They widen even more when he starts to walk over to me, with big furious steps. He is in my face in no time. 

I have never seen him like this.

His voice is different too, as if he is holding himself back from yelling at me. “I don’t want you near me, and I have a good reason.”

Even though I can't see his eyes, I sense the intensity of his stare piercing through me. His sudden outburst feels like he slapped me in the face, even making me take a step back.

The way he cages me in blocks the the sun's rays from behind him, it frames his silhouette, creating a halo around his body. It accentuates his size and form, suggesting the lack of effort he'd need to use to snap me in half.

My voice quivers with anger, before gradually giving way to despair. “If that is what you want.. you could have told me sooner.”

His looming physique moves a little closer still, suffocating me in more of his shadow. “Yes, I should have.” He turns then, and practically fast-walks off the ship. His boots disrupt the smooth sand's surface with a aggressive stride.

A soft sob escapes me. 

I don’t think he notices

For good measure he closes the ramp of the ship with a push of a small button on his arm, solidifying the physical barrier between us. It does little to make me more disconnected from him than I already feel.

Slowly the bright sunlight from outside diminishes into nothing, only the turbid lights inside the ship are there to accompany me.

Finally he confirmed what I already knew. He really did not want me here.

And he has a good reason apparently.

 

Alright, fine - I know why.

 

It is the same reason he has been so distant and annoyed towards me. He is just too 'polite' to tell me to fuck off - and of course he has this agreement with Kuill. He probably thinks of me as an dumb infuriating girl, like a heavy block on his leg he has to drag around.

The hot tingling anger rushes through my stomach and limbs. With a cry of frustration, I kick one of his cargo boxes - multiple times. “Fuck. Shit!” The pain that flares up in my toe fuels my anger even more. My fingers dig in my hair and pull. The tension on the roots relieves some stress.

I will take the burden off his back, as well as the responsibility. I will leave on my own accord. I don't have to accept being treated this way, and my feelings for him have been making this situation even worse.

There is no reason to stay.

I go in search of my bag, the one I brought along when I initially left my home to join him. He was more silent then, if that is even possible. But he was kind.

That first night, he provided me with 'sleeping quarters,' I watched him clear out the closet space. It was a lot of stuff, but he was brisk. He swiftly moved from the closet to the corner of the haul - where he had stashed everything - and back again. Without effort he lifted the heavy boxes, it sure looked like he was trying not to appear affected by the physical task, as if he wanted to impress me. It was quite silly at the time, I thought. Now I wish he would try to impress me, or be interested in me at all.

Everything was still in the corner, but now strapped down to prevent movement while flying. He did that very easily too, and just as efficient. I remember the way his hands moved with the rope and the hooks. The movements were smooth and strong.

Hopefully he didn’t see me looking intensely at him with everything he did that day. The heat warms my cheeks thinking about it. Since then I’ve tried to be less obvious, but I was still watching. He made me feel safe.

Not anymore.

I find the bag I was looking for underneath one of the ropes that holds the cargo together. I release the hook that holds it all secure. The rope shoots loose. Stacked boxes and fabric-wrapped tools slump to the floor.

Ha! serves him right.

The bag gets filled with everything I own here, which is not a lot. Some hygiene products from the fresher, the crafting tools - some of which I took from home, and others I bought during my stay here. I also pack the credits I own, and a few small food packets.

As I pass the concealed weapon compartment, a surge of adrenaline hits me. I decide to take the weapons he'd let me borrow on the missions we used to do together. A steel dagger with a black blade which I had told him was pretty, and a small blaster that I haven't had to use outside the practice sessions he gave me.

I hide the dagger in the leather armour on my wrist. just the end of the heft showed, so I can grab it quickly when needed. The blaster get's its place under the band of my belt, with the safety on of course.

This should be everything. The strap of the bag digs in my skin when I hoist it over my shoulder.

Just as the mandalorian had done before, I press the button to open the ramp. With a hiss, and a low buzz, it opens. Every second the opening grows wider, my heart rate speeds up. I can’t wait to be out of here, but on the other hand, it feels wrong to leave. The ramp is still only half way, it moves way too slow, and way too fast at the same time. My mind is torn between wanting to leave and wanting to stay.

After one last look around in what has been my home for the past few months, I turn to the outside and walk off the ramp without looking back.

When the direct sunlight reaches me, it instantly warms my whole body. The change in temperature causes goosebumps to erupt over my skin.

I fight the urge to leave the ship open. How funny would it be, if a bunch of Jawas were to loot it. Shaking my head, I hit the close button with my fist. That wouldn't be fair, even after the things he said to me.

 

Apart from the razor crest, there are almost no other ships on the landing place. The ones that are, look dark or suspicious.  Perhaps I can catch a ride with someone in rush hour. First I need to get as far away from this ship as fast as possible, in case he comes back early. I also want to distance myself from the thing Mando treasured most, it is a constant reminder of what I can not have. 

The rest of the hot sunny day I spend strolling about the village. Wiping my forehead, I look at the sky. The sun will be setting soon. I just have to find a place to wait until early morning, it will be bustling about with shop deliveries where I should be able to catch a flight with someone that does not look too suspicious. 

Sighing, I look at the remainder of the credits from my bag. It would be a waste to spend it all on a hotel or an inn to spend the night. It should stay warm enough to be able to sleep hidden in one of the many alley's. This little village is truly a maze with all the narrow corridors and arches.

I 'd better find somewhere shielded from the main roads, in case I encounter a creep or the metal man I resent so much.

Just before I am about to find my nightly hiding place I notice a small crafts and tools shop. The wooden awning above the entrance looks inviting with the hand drawn scissors and needle. There is no way I can't look for some new tools to work with.

A small bell above the door rings when I push open the rusty door. I blink to try and adjust to the dark inside of the store compared to the sunny outside.

"Welcome, Miss." 

I turn in the direction of the voice. A rather thin man in a beige robe appears from a backroom. The cloth is a little too big on him. He looks friendly, but worn. "Good day sir, I’ll just be looking around."

His dry lips form a smile, and he nods. "Tell me if there is anything I can do for you, miss. There is a lot to choose from here!" He moves widely with his arms, gesturing to the tool-filled tables. There is indeed a lot of ware to look through.

I smile back at him and nod before I go snooping around the little shop, walking past the long tables that form a 'u' shape in the middle of the store. Just as the man, the tables are covered in big cloths, almost touching the grimy floor.

I wonder how that annoying metal shit is doing, would he be back at his ship already? Would he be surprised to find me missing? Would he be relieved and have taken off already? Would he be angry that he couldn't fulfil the quest Kuill trusted him with?

Probably.

He is always angry.

Between all the leather and wool work tools, something catches my eye, it's too large to be a needle, it's more like a rod, a soft hook attached at the end. 'Excuse me sir, what is this used fo- ' the 'r' is a whisper on my tongue when I see a familiar reflecting surface walk past through the window.

By reflex, I duck down behind the clothed table - so hastily that I trip over my heavy shoulder bag.

“Eh, are you okay, miss? Hello -?”

My voice comes out rushed, “Yeah, fine. I just dropped something.”.

He wouldn't have been able to see me. It is dark inside, the windows would only reflect the light from outside. He would only be able to see his own reflection. Reflect his own reflectiveness, I think with a snort.

Just when I am about to peek over the edge of the table, I hear the ring of the shop door.

Someone went inside.

Heavy footsteps sound on the stone floor.

No, it couldn't..

Then a low modulated voice. “I am looking for a girl. Have you seen one here?”

The shop worker sounds nervous in the presence of the heavy armoured man. They must not be used to having those kinds of people here. “Eh, yes I see a lot of girls here, but- but! Not just girls, women and men too. All sorts of kinds.”

I shake my head out of amazement. By trying not to sound weird, he made it even more so.

The man that is looking for me sounds impatient now. “It is a woman, black clothes, leather armour pieces..” He tries to get the man to answer. “This would be the kind of store she would be.” His voice is a lower volume now, as if he tells it more to himself than to the man.

'Ehh, well-'

The man is obviously struggling with finding an answer. He seems to know that I am hiding from this big armoured man, but he is also afraid of what that man would do if he got an answer he didn't like.

Mando does not wait for a reply. “I'm just going to have a look around.” His footsteps start again, they move around the store.

If I don’t  do anything, I will  definitely be found. I try to be as quiet as possible as I lift the tablecloth up, and crawl underneath the long table. Silently I get closer to the front door while still being in cover.

The footsteps stop, and slowly I turn around to look. The feet had stopped on the other end of the long table.

There’s a quick movement, he pulls the tablecloth up, and the helmet with the T-shaped visor appears.

I scream, and crawl the last small distance. My bag falls disregarded on the floor as i get up and dash out the door. Meanwhile I hear metal tools hit the floor in Mando's haste to chase me.

Before the door is able to fall back closed behind me he has reached it too The shop bell rings loud when he yanks it open again.

He calls my name. “Stop, right now!”

“Go away!” I snap back at him.

The small rocks crunch under my feet when I take a sharp turn. I hope I can shake him off in the back alleys.He is strong, but I am significantly faster. He once complimented me on my velocity, after one of our first 'easy' jobs.

I zigzag through the small streets and alleys behind buildings. His footsteps grow softer as I manage to outrun him. When I think to have lost him, I press my back into the wall after rounding the last corner. There is no sound to be heard, except for the soft distant chatting in the village square and my own ragged breaths. The silence makes my anxiety rise. He could be around the corner for all I know. I gather the courage and peek around the corner.

Nothing.

I let out a sigh of relief, and let my head fall back on the stone wall. my eyes fall shut out of the exhaustion that sets in.

When I open my eyes again, something catches the corner of my eye. Again it's his reflective armour that makes him so visible to me. He stands at the end of the alleyway. He is not more than a few metres away.

"Fukin hell," I whisper under my breath. Turning the corner, I run back the way I came.

I don't get far before something catches my wrist. I spin around towards my threat. Of course. He caught me with his stupid metal lasso. The armour on my wrist prevents the thin metal rod from digging in my skin.

Glad I finished that today.

Knowing what he is about to do, I squint my eyes at him, warning him with a silent 'Don't you dare'.

Yet, with a flick of his wrist, he tightens the tension of the rope. The first thug makes me stumble forward. My heels dig in the sand, and I lean all my weight back. The resistance I give, does nothing to make him falter his stance.

With my free hand, I try to untie the way the cord is wrapped around my wrist. Another rough tug makes me abandon that plan. He begins to haul me in with generous movements of his torso and arms, like I have seen him a few times before on bounties. I'd always thought it looked hot, the way he had all the control over them. It would be a lie if I said I didn't imagine him aiming that aggression and power on me. Those thoughts were nothing close to what was happening right now. After all, I wanted to be as far away from him as possible. Though, the sight of him now, made me tremble with more than just anger and fear.

The hunt and chase seem to have changed something in him. This is what he is good at, what he secretly enjoys doing. The normally calm and reserved man has become someone feral, someone dominating, a hunter.

There is another yank that forces me to take a step forward, so as not to fall on my face. Suddenly I remember the knife I brought. It was underneath the armour that was currently tightly wrapped in the thin metal wire. When I hastily pull the blade from its place, it cuts in my skin.

Through his modulator sounds something like a mocking scoff when I feverishly try to cut the thin metal rope.

He pulls me even closer. He could touch me if he reaches out. He does. With a large hand, he takes hold of my smaller one holding the knife. I try poking it at him, but I know it is useless. 'Let the fuck go of me, asshole!'

In one smooth motion, he forces my body against the nearest stone wall. He is so close now. I try to press myself even further in the wall, to create some distance. But he moves closer. The smooth beskar chest plate pressing against my chest withholds me from being able to take full breaths of air. I can feel his whole body against mine. His strong legs keep mine in place, his hips press on my stomach. I am relieved and disappointed at the same time that the leather corset is preventing me from feeling more of him. Tilting his helmet down, he looks at me. I sorely try to let my anger show in my expression when I stare back in the blackness of his visor.

His grip tightens. "Let go of the knife".

I don't understand how his voice is so calm, when his body language is the opposite. His thumb presses painfully on the inside of my wrist, forcing me to drop the knife with a sharp intake of breath. I try to wiggle my wrist out of his grasp, but he pins it to the wall above my head. The stone slightly scrapes my knuckles.

"Why did you leave?"  He demands with a tight squeeze in my hand.

I scoff. "Because I know that it's what you want."

The emotionless darkness of his visor stares at me. It makes the parts of my body that he touches feel cold and tingly. 

"Where did you get that idea!?" The sudden voice is raised but low in what sounds like genuine confusion.

My eyes throw daggers in the direction of his stupid eyes. He must be fucking with me. "I know you hate me." The sound of my words are like venom, spit out in his face. "I know that me being close to you, revolts you."

For a few seconds, there is only silence.

"Then why do you think I took the effort to search for you, chase you and catch you-" The fingers of his free hand come to cup my jaw. "Like one of my bounties"

Yeah he is definitely into this.

"Get. off. of. me. -'' With as much anger as I can muster, I stare into the smooth black window in his helmet. There have to be eyes there, eyes that are looking at me in return. The fact that I can't see them makes my neck tingle with unease. "You peace of blurrg!"

The short laugh he lets out makes my mind freeze. His voice that rumbles in his chest, vibrates against mine. His laugh carries a hint of mockery. "I thought you said you could fight."

Pain shoots through my shoulder when I try to break free. But the only sign that he is affected by me is his grunt when I manage to kick his lower shin.

"I think I like you feisty like this." Mando humms as he presses my leg back against the wall with one of his.

Just now I notice my other hand is free and has been laying on his chest, unconsciously trying to push him away. To no avail. Slowly I move my hand to the gun holster on my hip.

"Yea? you like that?" I try to distract him from what I have planned to do. "Why? Do you like dominating me, you twisted womp rat?"

"I -" He stops speaking when the barrel of my blaster presses to his neck, and the click of the safety dismantling sounds loud in the small space between us two.

"Actually, don't answer that." I grin at him triumphantly. "Let go of me, let me walk away, and I won't shoot you"

"You wouldn't." There is a trace of humour and something dark in his voice. "You would never hurt me." He presses his body tighter to me, if that was even possible. He must feel the tremor that runs through me. The temperature of my body increases by the second.

He dips his head down, in the crook of my shoulder. I can almost feel his voice in my ear.

"My sweet girl."

That does it. The grip on my blaster falters. He notices, and rips the gun out of my hand to drop it somewhere in the sand next to us. Discarded and instantly forgotten about.

He joins both my hands in one of his, pinned above my head. so his other hand can slowly move down to caress my hair, and finally cup my jaw. His hand is so big, it also covers part of my neck, where he unconsciously or consciously puts a dominating pressure.

With the last piece of mental strength I got, I piece myself together. I won't give in to the feelings I have for him, and I won't give in to this game he is plainly playing with them.

"I know the only reason you didn't throw me off your ship is because you want to honour the deal with Kuiil." Hopefully he can hear the wicked sneer in which I bring this.

"You know nothing, girl" He spits, face so close that presses against my forehead and nose. But I don't back away, I stare at him with the same fury in which I assume he looks at me.

When he pushes off me and takes a few steps back, I immediately take in all the deep breaths I had missed.

"What I know, is that I’m going now." I bend down to pick up my - or actually his - gun and knife from the ground. "- And you are not going to follow me again." Quickly and with probably more aggression than is safe, I wipe the sand of the weapons, before putting them away.

He is still standing there, chest and shoulders heaving slightly with deep breaths. How can he be like this? I hate that I can't see his face, utterly unreadable.

I curse a string of profanities at him under my breath before I turn halfway on my heel, to take off stomping into an unspecific alley. I have lost my sense of direction a while ago.

"What was that?" The sudden frustrated sound from him startles me.

Everything inside of me begs me to ignore him and keep walking. But of course I don't.

"I said, that I had fucking enough of you playing fucked up games with my god-damn feelings, Mando!"

His shoulders tense, and he steps closer again. "I am playing with your feelings?" His fists are clenched, and with one finger he points from himself and then to me, keeping it on me threateningly. "You are the one that is running away suddenly!"

"Suddenly?!" Now I am the one that takes a step closer. "You communicated perfectly that you don't want me near you, you don't take me with you on jobs anymore, you move to the one other room on the crest when I walk in, you get irritated with everything I say!"

With every point I make, I take a step closer to the canned up frustration of a man he is. Until I can jam my finger in his way too hard chest plate. A shot of pain shoots through the bone. It hurts, but I ignore it.

A warm gloved hand envelops mine. "Careful, don't hurt yourself." His voice is low and soft.

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Base story | Path 1: Dom Din | Path 2: Dark Din | Path 3: Sweet Din

Let me know what u think! Which of the 3 paths did you like more? <3

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Incredibly fucking slow at it 🤧

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i fixed it

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Say it, Darlin

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Joel (The Last of Us)/Reader

Joel (The Last of Us)/OC

Summary:

The plan did not go the way it was intended. He was faster than me and caught me before I knew it.

It excites me, but I won't admit that to myself, let alone to him. I don't want to boost this old man's stupid ego.

MINORS DON'T INTERACT, DO NOT READ IF BELOW 18

Notes:

So I just wrote this.

Irl this is not ok, I would call the police on this. Even though she actually wants this, this is not consensual. Especially at the beginning.

So for the peeps new to sexual stuff irl. This is not ok, maybe only for roleplay if you set up boundaries before hand.

Anyhow, enjoy if ur into reading this shit. :)

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Dark Joel (The Last of Us), Rough Sex, Pining, Bondage, Knifeplay, Spit Kink, Forced Submission, This is not healthy, Unsafe Sex, this is NOT okay, minor description of blood, Hair Pulling, POV First Person, no description of oc other than being female, no mention of oc name, joel is alone, Touch-Starved Joel, Degradation, dyslexia so tell me if i misspelled something, cum, p in v, Kinda cute ending, joel does not know how to show emotions, joel actually wants to be loved, Porn, porn with little plot, Dom Joel

I'd been waiting for the man to fall asleep. For hours he sat by the fire, cleaning his weapons, eating the meat he grilled and just staring in to space.

As the sun sets, the chirping of crickets grows louder and the temperature drops. The bush I decided to hide in offers no protection from the wind. Thank god it's spring, otherwise I would have frozen to death from sitting still on the moist forest floor. Still my body feels stiff from the chilly evening air.

At some point I must have dosed off, because when I startle awake and look at the small fire, the man is gone.

Shit!

I search through the darkness in the trees. He is probably just going for a wee.

Something hard pokes my back. By body freezes, I know what it is without turning around.

"What the hell you spying on me for?"

I did not expect his voice to be this low. The threating tone sends cold shivers down my spine.

"Say somethin, dammit." He snarls.

"I'm sorry!" Is the only thing I can think of to say. I try to turn around, but that only causes him to jab the barrel of his gun harder in my spine.

After a while the pressure disappears.

"Turn 'round."

Slowly I obey and face him. He keeps the gun aimed at me, but he has taken a step back. The light of the campfire barely reaches him at this distance, just an orange glow sparkles in his eyes. Up close he looks even more rough and wild.

"Please, I am just looking for some food," I mutter, keeping my hands up as a sign of surrender. "I saw the fire, and wanted to ask you if you perhaps had some food to spare."

He just looks at me for a few seconds until he finally speaks again. "Spread your arms and put your feet wider."

When I just look at him in confusion he sighs. "I'm gonna search you for weapons."

I take in a quick breath, but do as he says and take a wider stands, spreading my arms.

He keeps the gun in one hand as he comes closer. "If you move, you're dead."

I give a curd nod.

Starting at my arms, he makes his way over my clothes. I close my eyes and hold my breath as his free hand feels down my body for any hidden weapons.

With a grunt he steps back and I try to hide my sigh of relief.

He holsters his gun. "I can give you something to eat." With his head he motions for me to go to the fire.

Even though it's a relatively warm night, the flames feel nice as I take a seat across from him, the fire between us. The dead tree trunk is slightly damp and moisture soaks through the fabric of my pants the longer I sit down.

He digs through his bag, retrieving something wrapped in beige paper and throws it at me to catch.

Salted meat! Immediately after opening the crinkled wrapping, I stuff my face. Savoring the taste, I look up at the sky and let the salt devolve on my tongue. We usually don't have this kind of food.

When I open my eyes, he is looking at me with an expression I can't decipher. "Thank you, sir!" I smile at him.

His gaze softens slightly. "It's alright. Don't gotta call me 'sir'. Just Joel's fine."

We both eat in silence, as the adrenaline from our encounter before slowly seeps away. Gazing into the dancing flames of the campfire, I refrain from engaging in further contact with him.

When we've finished the delicious but small meal, I look at him again. "Would it be alright if I stay a little longer and sleep by the fire?"

There is some hesitation on his face, his thick brows furrowing.

Giving him my saddest puppy eyes, I continue. "Please, its lonely and kinda cold out there."

"That's fine." He sighs and tosses me something from his bag. A flannel shirt. The fabric is rough in my hands, but I'll do the job as a makeshift blanket.

I fake a yawn and stretch, before covering myself with the large flannel and curling up next to the fire, facing away from him.

"G'night." His back pops as he stretches.

I don't respond, pretending to have dozed off already.

He settles in himself. And after what feels like a little more than an hour, soft snores fill the air. I wait another two hours to make sure he is in deep sleep. The crickets have become silent, only the occasional mysterious forest sound can be heard every so often. A few times I'd jumped at the sound of his voice, thinking he was awake, but it turns out he talks in his sleep. What exactly he is saying is unclear, but I can make out the name 'Sarah' a few times.

My body aches when I silently get up. I retrieve the small pocket knife hidden in the hem of my jeans. Thankfully he'd missed it when searching me.

The sleeping man lays on his side, head on his arm as I approach. He looks so peaceful, it's almost cute. Sadly that ends right here. I place the knife on his neck and am about to cut his throat when a large hand forcefully grabs my wrist.

I yelp when he jumps on me, pinning me to the ground. The knife flies from my hand some ware along the way.

His dark eyes are so cold and so dangerous that regret accepting this job in the first place. Not that I had a lot of choice in the matter.

"Yea, knew you were not gonna let me sleep peacefully." He straightens up and kicks the knife out of my reach.

I try to get up, but he presses his foot painfully in the middle of my chest, pinning me to the ground. I feel like I'm unable to move, unable to breathe.

"Now, what the hell did you think you were doing?" He lightens the pressure on my chest a little so I can talk.

But I stay silent and try to shove his foot off me. When that does not work I just look up at him with the angriest face I can muster.

"C'mon, don't act all tough now." He leans closer, putting more weight on my chest, causing me to cough and wheeze. "From the goodness of my heart I let you sit by the warmth of the fire, I shared my food with you, and this is how you thank me?"

The look in his eyes sparks fear in me. Kicking my legs I try to get away from him, even though I know it is futile.

"Stop it!" He digs the toe of his foot harder in my body. "Least you could do is tell me why you tried to kill me."

Fine

"I needed the supplies. Dont act like you haven't done things like this to survive."

"Maybe I have, maybe I haven't but that does not change the fact that it makes no sense for a lonely little girl like you to kill a generous man like me."

He knows.

Panic surges through me. I try to reach for the knife he'd kicked away. I need to try. I have to try.

"Stop fighting me!" He crouches down and pins my hands down. Straddling me, he immobilizes the rest of my body on the ground. "Explain to me why you thought it was necessary to kill me."

I close my eyes, and try to keep my breathing steady.

"Look at me."

I do. His face is so close.

"Answer me. I know you're hiding sometin."

Thrashing and pulling my arms, but his grip only tightens. I give up with a frustrated sigh. "I am just trying to survive in this shit world."

That was the truth.

"Yeah well, you could have just asked to join me. We could have struck a deal, worked together to survive in this shit world." He pins both my wrists in one hand, with his other he reaches for the knife on the ground. Brining it to his face, he inspects it. "Like I said, you are a girl all alone in the woods. It doesn't make sense for you ta' kill me."

His dark eyes pierce mine and he leans closer again. "Or you're not alone at all."

"Let me go." With all my strength I try to fight against his grip. Now he has my wrists in one hand, I should be able to pull free. For a moment I think it works, because his grip loosens, but quickly he unbuckles his belt and pulls it from the loops of his pants. With rough hands he binds my wrists above my head and attaches the end of the binds to the large log, leaving me unable to move my arms.

I press my lips tightly together. The fact that he is tying me up seeps ice-cold fear from my chest to the rest of my body. Simultaneously, my body is starting to react to his vicinity. It has been months since I've had any release, and the need for some intimate action burns low in my stomach.

"Look hun, i don't want to hurt you, but you were gonna take me out of the game, so i can't let you go either." He must have put the knife down at some point, because the rough but warm hand slides feather-light down my neck.

I try to suppress the whimper that forms in my throat as a reaction to his touch, but it is too late, it sounds desperate and needy. Curse my body for being weak. Wurming and pulling, I try to escape his grip. But he keeps me in place with his weight.

It feels so good.

NO! stop. I need to get away.

The stare in which he looks at me warms my whole body with a tingly heat. He leans even closer, almost burying his face in my hair. "Shhhhh. Don't struggle." His warm breath tickles my neck.

I tremble underneath him. "Fuck." I curse as my body betrays me. Trying not to give in to my desires, I turn my face away from him.

"C'mon, it's okay." His thumb strokes the soft part of my throat. "Just let it happen." He whispers. "I'll be good to you, you can trust me." His hand slides lower, running his thumb over one of my breasts.

Another whimper escapes me and my cheeks burn. I hate how responsive I am, but from the state of him, I guess that he is just as touch starved as I am.

But I don't want to give in. I need the supplies. I need to kill him for it. Without further hesitation, I lift my knee, kicking him between his legs.

He groans in pain and he falls forward over me, but catches himself. "Son of a-" Before I can execute my second step of my 'plan', he reaches for the knife again. For a quick second the blade flashes as it reflects the light of the campfire, but then it's on my throat.

"You should have slit my throat when you had the chance." He begins to press the knife down, breaking the skin, but not deep enough to do any major damage.

My eyes widen, my body trembles. I try to keep still, not daring to move in fear of the blade cutting deeper. Something swirls inside me, something that I haven't felt before, something I don't understand.

He stares down at me, his eyes just as cold as his voice when he speaks. "You're a viper. You know what happens to vipers in this shit world?" He lowers his voice to a whisper. "They get stepped on."

The reality of the situation starts to kick in. This man that is way stronger than I am, has complete control over me. He has a knife pressed against my throat, threatening to kill me.

I feel tears forming, but I try hard to keep them from spilling over my face. I dont want him to see how scared and desperate I am.

A small wicked smile forms on his lips. "Now, you're gonna tell me why you found the need to try and cut my throat."

"I told you, I needed the supplies and I did not want to share." My voice is weak. As I talk the knife cuts more in my skin, making me wince.

The pressure of the blade dissapears and finally, I dare to breath again. He grabs on the front of my shirt and pulls me towards him, lifting my upper body a little from the ground. "Do NOT feed me that bullshit story again."

"It's not bullshit!"

"Then what else." He releases again, making my head hit the ground. The pressure of the knife is back again, the blade digging in my skin. Something warm and liquid seeps down my neck.

I am not telling him I'm not alone, that I am with a group of people and that they send me here to pretend to be a weak, helpless girl.

But I see in his eyes that he is starting to realize that. The knife pushes a little deeper, I fear it almost hits a vital spot.

"Fine." I sigh and My body freezes when the sting in my neck gets worse. "I am part of a group. They send me to kill you and steal your supplies."

"Is that everything?"

I nod and close my eyes. He is surely going to kill me now.

He is right next to my face again, so his next words are whispered directly in my ear. "Tell me one more thing."

Desire floods through me as his breath tickles my neck. "What else do you want to know?" I manage to say in a voice that sounds angry and not totally deprived.

Softly he smiles at my tone. "Do they treat you right?"

His tone is so seductive now, almost purring. "And don't think about lyin again."

I am debating on not telling him. But the sting of the knife in my throat takes away every bit of bravery I have left. I want to shake my head, but the sting of the blade makes that impossible. "No..." I breath softly, It's almost a sob.

"Hmm." He hums in my ear and breaths in, the tip of his nose against my throat. "Now, give me a good reason not to kill ya."

The way he overpowers me, makes me feel a thousand things at the same time. "I..." I try to come up with a good reason for him not to end my life right here and now. But I can't think of a good reason. It would be the logical decision. I had tried to kill him, I know his current location. If he lets me go, I'd just run of to my group and tell them about him. I know all the details of him, his weapons, some of his belongings, his strength.

"Well? Give me one good reason, or I'll kill you with your own knife." He slides the blade down over my collarbone, leaving behind a trail of stinging pain. "Any reason, give me any reason."

I close my eyes tightly. "I.. I can point you to the location of my group, you can steal their supplies."

To my surprise he lets out a slight chuckle. "Oh, I already know where your little group is." He grabs my jaw roughly, and the flat blade of the knife is pressed to my cheek. "I mean, tell me a personal reason. Because now it sounds like you're tellin me that there's no good reason to keep you alive."

"What do you want me to do? Just name it. Tell me what I can do." I feel my cheeks burn from shame at my begging.

"That's just the thing, sweetheart. I want you to offer me something." He leans back, and the knife is back on my collarbone, dragging even further down but now not deep enough to cut the skin. "Aint gonna give you any hints." He moves his hips, rolling them into mine once.

I dont care about the world anymore. It does not feel real to me anymore. The only thing that feels real is this man on top of me, pressing his body into mine. There are so many things I want him to do to me, but I remain silent and just look him in his eyes. Does he notice the desire in mine?

Keeping his gaze on mine, he suddenly stabs the knife in the soft forest floor next to my head. With one hand he digs in my hair and pulls my head back, exposing my throat for him.

"I want you to say it, darlin." His nose runs up the unwounded side of my neck. "I can't read minds now, can I?" His lips are dangerously close to mine. "C'mon, it can't be hard. Can't think of one thing?"

His hips buck into mine once more, making me groan involuntarily. Hot breath tickles my face. "You want it, don't you?" He whispers as his lips trail down my jaw without kissing. "You want me."

My body shudders underneath him as his lips touch my skin. A strangled moan escapes me. My heart pounds in my chest and my breathing speeds up even more than before.

"I.. no.. i dont.." Even I hear how pathetic my voice sounds.  "Get off me!"

A low chuckle. "You don't need to lie. I already know the truth." His fingers pull harder at my hair, holding me in place. "Don't struggle." He hisses. "Now, say it!"

"Fuck off -" i get cut off when he bites softly in my neck, and then licks from my collarbone up to the sweet spot under my ear.

I feel him smile against my skin at the sounds I make when he bites softly. He nibbles a path down my throat, probably leaving indents. "Just relax." Now that he has had a taste of me, he dives in for more, biting harder at my skin.

"Oh my god" I moan when his hand slides over my heated body. I arch, so my chest presses in to him.

He pulls back enough to look at me. "We are both human. We have needs, desires. Sometimes you just need to let go."

My struggling ceases. I stop trying to kick him, I stop trying to rip my arm from his iron like hold. Wide-eyed I look up at him, waiting for what he will do next.

He slowly releases my wrist. "Thats a good girl."

His eyes are so dark when he stares in to mine, they look like black holes, sucking me in, hypnotizing me. "Are you afraid of me?"

My brows furrow at the question. I shake my head no, causing a painful pull on my hair where he has his fingers tangled in.

"I can see it your eyes, darlin." His gaze is on my lips now. "It turns you on, doesn't it?" This is less of a question and more of a statement.

A warm hand travels down my chest, feeling my waist and thighs. The hand wraps around my waist, pulling me even closer to him.

The burning hot frustration turns into fiery desire that sends a thrill through my body. I realize that the fear is part of what turns me on this bad. I want him to ruin me, but at the same time I want to get away, run away, flee from this animalistic man.

At my silence he laughs condescendingly, the soft snicker rumbling through his chest. He makes me feel like a freak for letting this situation effect me like this.

Fuck him.

"You are just an old man. I am not afraid of you, and I am most definitely not into this." I try to keep my voice steady and strong. "You are the one that is turned on by pinning down a defenseless girl."

"You are a terrible liar, darlin." He releases my hair to push himself back, distancing himself from me. His full weight is heavy on my hips. "And you are most definitely not defenseless. remember trying to kill me?"

This brings a triumphant smile to my face. I had almost had him, if he had reacted one second later, he had bled out by now, a deep cut in his throat.

"I'll make you submit to me."  His tone is low and gruff.

After a few seconds of staring down at me, he speaks again. "Take of your shirt." His voice is low and calculated. There is something to it. Is this his way of asking for consent? Will he stop if I say no?

I realize that I am almost disappointed at the thought of him getting off me, not having his hands touch me, not having his body caging me in.

"Make me, old man."  

Something sparks in his eyes, something dark as I am not plainly refusing him. He leans back in, hands on the ground on either side of my head. "Don't challenge me, girl." His thumb caresses my jaw. "Now, take of that shirt."

"No." A smirk creeps up my face, despite the fact that I try to keep the frown .

He has had enough.  

"You are not making this easy." He pushes my shirt up to expose my bra. Eyes ravage the skin that gets exposed, his fingers slipping over my stomach and over my covered breasts.

Leaning over me, he reaches for the knife and pulls it from the ground. He wipes the sand on his pants before he hooks the blade underneath the bra in the middle of my chest.

I struggle and try to get from under him. But with my hands tied and his weight on me. "Dont you dare rip my bra" I threaten, trying to sound convincing.

In a swift motion he cuts through the fabric, my breasts spill out as the broken bra falls to my sides.

"fuck you asshole!" I try to kick him but he keeps but his weight keeps me down. I feel my desire grow in my stomach and i feel my body becoming sensitive to his touch. As the air touches my nipples, I automatically arch in to him, basically presenting my chest to him. The tension for what is about to happen stretches every second, it'll have to burst sometime soon.

"That's right, you're not gonna do anything." The knife is discarded again.

I am about to give him a witty remark, but he presses his palm to my mouth. It muffles the moan that escapes when his fingers lightly trail over the swell of my breasts.

"Nothing to say now?" His thumb brushes over my nipple, making me buck my hips against him.

"There we go, that's more like it." He leans in, his lips against my neck. "I know exactly what you want." A low whisper tickles the shell of my ear.

I bite his hand.

He pulls away, a smirk on his face. "Ouch."

"Is that what you're into? biting? you could just have told me, hun." Leaning in, he traces my throat with his nose, breathing me in. "You want me to bite you?"

I moan softly. But quickly I press my lips on each other, stopping myself from making more noises. His hand slides lower over my stomach, traveling a path to where I need his touch the most.

Then he sinks his teeth in my neck, deep. Not like nibbles from before, but full on biting down. The pain is blinding, white stars spread across my vision.

"Stop! You fucking monster!" I wiggle under him, but it only causes more strain at the place where he sunk his teeth in. I let out a sob. The biting hurts a lot. But at the same time it turns me on, more than I would like to admit. The way he dominates me makes me tremble in pleasure. I let out a whine as his fingers trail the inside of my thigh.

"God, daring. You like it rough don't ya?"

"No it fucking hurts. Let me go!" Tears of fear and frustration roll down my face. "I hate you." I turn my head away from him, his breath now warms my neck.

"No, you want it." His fingers travel further, gently rubbing the fabric of my jeans over my clit. "You just don't want to admit it. You hate me because you want me, don't you?" He gives small bites up my neck, and then bites down again, above the place he bit before.

I let out a scream, and he quickly covers my mouth with his hand. "Can't find your words?"

More tears drip down my face as I shake my head. My body burns from humiliation and desire. I want him so bad, he feels so good as he touches me, but I dont want him to know that.

"You can lie to me, but you can't lie to yourself, darlin." His hand dips under the waistband of my jeans, digging in to my wetness. The groan he lets out as he feels how wet I am is utterly primal, a low rumble in the back of his throat.

With his hand he squeezes my jaw hard. He forces my mouth open with the tight grip of his hand. He leans over me, keeping eye-contact, he spits in my mouth. My eyes roll back on how filthy it is. Never have I been more turned on than right now.

No.

I refuse to fuel his ego. Giving him a death stare, I spit everything out on the ground.

"You can't fool me. Your body is telling me everything I need to know." The fingers between my legs start a slow pace of rubbing and circling the sensitive spot there. Every now and then he goes to tease my entrance, before returning to my clit again.

I close my eyes and remain silent, not able to handle this amount of lust or the way he turns me on.

"You know what you are.. you just wont admit it. You are just a filthy whore." He says to me with a low, his face frustrated at my silence.

I wince from the insult, but makes something hot swirl in my lower at the same time. He must see it in my features, because he grins at my reaction.

"Oh, you like that too? being degraded? You really are a dirty girl." With his hand he brushes surprisingly softly over my cheek, eyes serious as they pierce mine. "I want to hear you say it, tell me you want me, admit it."

"Make me," I say again. "Old man." I hope to provoke him. I kinda want him to be harsh with me, I want him to get frustrated, I want him to take his anger out on me, use me.

"You wanna play rough?" His head tilts slightly. "We can be as rough as you want, sweetheart." Finally he plunges inside me, two thick fingers at the same time. They reach further than my own fingers ever could reach in the last few years. I gasp at the intrusion and tense around him, sucking him in deeper.

He keeps them inside as he curls his fingers, causing me to throw my head back in a strangled moan.

"There we go, that's what I like to hear." Slowly he moves his fingers in and out again, setting a teasing pace.

He keeps moving his hand in a delicious way. I cant talk anymore, I can't even think anymore. The only thing i can do is moan and mewl at what his fingers do to me.

I tense when he dives in the crook of my neck again, but instead of biting, he gives small, soft kisses along my neck and jaw. Already I can feel the burning knot grow tighter in my lower belly. Never have I reached this point so quickly by myself.

"That feel good?"

The 'no' from my mouth is a lie through my teeth as I try not to make too many pleasure noises. I don't want to admit how incredibly good he makes me feel.

I make a desperate sound of protest when he pulls his hand away, having almost reached my peak.

Straightening up, he quickly pulls off my boots, and rips off my pants. I lift my hips a little to make it easier for him. He moves his hands to the fly of his own pants, but then changes his mind and unties my hands. Not knowing what to do with them, I just place them on his legs on either side of my hips.

"Comon darlin, say it." Now he undoes the zipper and reaches in. He pulls himself from his pants and the only thing I can do is stare. He looks so hot. I want him so bad. Settling between my legs, he kneels over me, his hands on my thighs.

"I am not going to say it. Never." I say.

He chuckles darkly at that. Then he moves closer, angling his hips to press the head of his cock against my wetness. Slowly he settles himself inside me. I cant keep down the moan that escapes me from the stretch he is giving me. God he feels good. This is what I have needed for so long.

His pace is fast right of the bet, seemingly unable to withhold himself any longer. the feeling that has almost become unfamiliar to me spreads through my body again. I had forgotten how good sex felt. I'm in heaven.

He grabs my jaw and forces his fingers inside my mouth. Moaning, I lick at them. He seems to like that for he leans over me while still snapping his hips against mine, thrusting himself inside of me again and again. His pupils are blown as he keeps my mouth open with his wet fingers and spits. The warm liquid drips on my tongue.

He pushes my mouth closed again. "Swallow." While looking in his eyes I obey. This causes him to make a noise in the back of his throat and his pace stutters a little.  "You're such a whore for me." Then he kisses me. Hard, sloppy and wet. I kiss him back, my hands digging at his shoulders and in his hair.

When his thumb rubs between my legs my whole body tenses in pleasure. The pleasure rushes at me and hits unexpectedly, almost like a punch in the stomach. I can't breathe for a few seconds. And then I moan loudly and my body shudders and shocks. I just had the best orgasm of my life.

He grabs my legs and pushes them against my chest, so he has an even deeper angle. It kinda hurts, but in a good way. I cant stop the loud, high-pitched sounds from escaping at the overstimulation. My fingers grabs and claw at his arms, as if it could provide me with some support.

"Knew you liked it rough, filthy girl. so disobedient, and likes to be punished for it." His fingers trail through my hair, down my cheeks and to my throat. They leave a wet trail behind, his hand still glistening from my desire.

"It's been a while, tell me you want it." He breaths in my ear. "Say it. please." The last word is so soft, I'd almost missed it.

It sounds almost desperate. All this time he had asked me, ordered me to admit that I wanted him. I thought he just wanted to dominate me, show me who was in charge, but maybe it had always been me that had the upper hand. Maybe he wanted to be wanted, maybe he longed to make someone feel good. He doesn't know how good he makes me feel, how much I want him, how close to my fantasy this scenario is.

I pull at his hair, forcing him to look at me. His eyes are half lidded, just like mine, but there is something of desperation in them. The warm brown irises engulfing me, my soul. "I want you to use me to get off. From the moment you pinned me down I have wanted you." Whispering the words, through my gasps at every one of his thrusts, I finally let him know how much I crave him. "I need you to cum because of me."

His eyes roll back as he closes them. After a few more thrusts he swiftly pulls out and he cums all over my stomach and chest. The warm liquid quickly cools in the evening air. With a few strangled wheezes he catches his breath.

Getting up, he puts himself away and fixes his clothes. The connection I had just felt before is completely gone now. In contrast with him opening himself up to me and begging me, he is cold and stoic like before.

"Get dressed." He hands me my pants as I pull down my shirt and try to fix my cut-up bra. After a while, I give up and just hope the cups will stay put underneath my tight shirt.

Joel is sitting by the fire again, throwing pieces of wood in that he must have collected before. The wet branches have trouble catching fire in the almost dying fire, but after sputtering, some of them get engulfed in the bright orange flame as well.

What is he thinking? Does he regret it? There are undoubtedly some issues underneath the surface. But who hasn't in this shit world.

When I come closer, he immediately turns to me, tension in his shoulders, as if he had been watching me from his peripheral vision. "Put on you shoes, you'll catch a cold."

This sudden act of seemingly concern surprises me. There had to be a soft side of him, hidden beneath the years of terror. I guess the same can be said for me.

I take a seat across from him like before, on my own dead tree trunk and put on my shoes.

"This... does not change anything about our situation." He throws a last branch in the growing fire. "I should keep you tied up."

"What?!"

"I don't want you killing me or going back to your little club so you can attack me." He drags his hand through his hair, the messy curls springing back in place. "Maybe I should offer them a trade. You in exchange of supplies. I bet you have loads of medicine and food there."

As I tie my last shoe I scoff. "They won't even give you one can of food in exchange for me." I pick up his flannel that he gave me a few hours before and wrap it around myself. "They sent me on this 'assignment' knowing full well that you could just have killed me at first sight."

He is silent for a while as he stares in the flames. "If they don't value you, then leave, go alone or with me. Without this group you don't have a reason to try and kill me anymore."

was that an attempt at a joke?

"They will come after me, after us. Not to get me back, but for revenge. They dont take well on deserters." I shiver on the thought of what happened to the last person to try and leave this cult.

"Then we'll have to be quicker than them."

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This is from my Pero Christmas Fic 😌

“Come on, get the damn ball,” Pero nodded towards the ball he had just thrown, Lobo, his trusty Husky just stared at him in disinterest. 

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[littlemisspascal]

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[darklordofthesimp]

Thanks for tagging me!

From my incoming Din Djarin x Reader fic: ’Desolate ’.

The she-devil spun around in your chair, those damned legs crossed and a lazy smile playing across her lips.

I don’t have many people to tag BUT I can’t wait to see what ya’ll got: @roguetonorth @jbbuckybbarnes @feralforfrank @amywritesthings @spacecatbowtie @bestinbeskar

[spacecatbowtie]

'You knew what you where doing, just admit it, you are always tempting and teasing me, you are always trying to get a reaction out of me - but i wont give you that victory - I see what your game is, but I am done now. Done with you pestering me, if you have needs, you take them out on me. Like I will now take everything out on you.'

More of a paragraph lol

Thankyou for the tag @darklordofthesimp

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[spacecatbowtie]

could you do maybe a 26 and 12 with din? Like where the reader is a bystander or a witness who gets hurt and din helps their wounds to ask what they know?

Omg that is such a good idea!🥰🥰🥰 Do you have any preferences in gender, or pov? (You want some possible smut or fluff elements in there?)

[spacecatbowtie]

Fic request - Unnatural Attachment

Sorry it took so long for me to post. We all know how life be sometimes. ;’)

requested prompts: (AO3)

- 64: "you are in trouble now"

- 65: "you are shaking"

I went into writing this story with a little smut in mind. But it ended up being a pretty emotionally heavy baggage story. (little sexual tension here and there)

Summary: Mando takes on a job. But it does not go the way he had planned. A slave with emotional baggage makes his soft side show.

Rating: E

Words: 4.6k

Reader: gender-neutral

Pov: First person (no name mentioned)

Warnings: #mention of emotional torture #trauma #mentalillness #enslavement #manipulation #light description of gore #anxiety #do not read if you are easily triggered by bad mental health stuff. (maybe read tags below)

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Unnatural Attachment

It is one of his many parties again. The huge room is packed with all kinds of creatures - none of them actually liked Master - they came for the free food and drinks - a free opportunity for these people to make fun of the host.

The host who thinks he can buy friends. The great Lord Chaffir.

Yet, in the end he is the laughingstock.

The chatter of different languages mixes in a monotone humming sound, which bounces off the high rocky ceiling and the sandy walls, making the echoing sound eerie. The soft light from the crystal chandeliers that hang from the ceiling reflect on the smooth polished floor tiles.

Even though the room is big, whenever it is filled with guests, it makes me feel claustrophobic. At the times I’m not needed, I pretend to be somewhere else. Somewhere outside. Where I pick fruits from the high trees for my Master.

I want to feel safe.

"Oi, stop staring into space! Get me more of these."

The man in question, disrupts my thoughts. His chubby hand flaps to the empty shells of the nuts he had eaten.  

"Hurry now."

With a silent sigh I stand up from my place at his feet. "Yes my Lord, right away sir."  

He tries to reach for my arm, but all he can manage to catch Is the end of my long bell sleeve, practically the only part of my body that is decently covered.

"And for Maker’s sake! I need you to be here in the present, pay attention to me and my friends' needs.”

The hold on my sleeve disappears. "Now smile and look enticing." he spits.

I bow my head at him and turn to get him his food, under the not-so-civil gazes from his guests. I am one of the entertainment props, an object for everyone to look at.

I had thought about running away of course. But I’d have nowhere to go, nowhere to run. I have no money and would have to sleep on the street. I would be robbed, killed, or worse. And I owe my Master. He saved me from a fate worse than death, He reminds me of that all the time.

After making my way through my Chaffir’s "friends", I finally reach the big kitchen where a dozen chefs are preparing food and desserts for the guests. They do not spare me a glance while I collect the nuts and look for some white wine I know he would want.

I keep thinking about this man that came by a few days ago.  A mandalorian, Master called him. Apparently, Master wanted to hire him for a ‘job’, whatever that means.

They were discussing details in his office. No one was allowed to enter while he has special guests.

The strange man was dressed in full armour, shiny and in contrast with the rest of the building. He had scanned the whole room before entering. Like he was always prepared when a situation went south. His glance had passed over me, but did not seem to spare me more than a short glimpse.

When they came out of the office again, Masters' laugh was generous. probably at one of his own jokes. The guest got a joyful clap on the back, a gesture he did not seem to appreciate. He kept a distance when the host walked further into the hall.

"Now that is all settled, please do me the pleasure of having my best servant at your service this evening." He had said, gesturing for me to come over.

This time the gaze of the unfamiliar man moved in my direction, it stayed on me, helmet a little tilted to the left. I felt observed, but I tried to make my face look sweet and inviting.

A few feet away from them I stopped and bowed deeply at them.

Chaffir patted the man on the shoulder. "Enjoy your evening, I will be looking forward to your prosperous return." He gave me a final knowing look, and then pushed me closer to his guest.

"There are other things that require my attention, so if you'll excuse me.." Without waiting for an answer, he went back to his office room.

There we stood. He was still, silent. I couldn’t tell if he was looking at me or not.

"What can I do for you sir?" Even I could hear that my voice sounded timid. I was not used to Master lending me out to others.

He moved again. He straightened up and cleared his throat.

"You are his slave?" He said more like it was a statement.

I did not know how to answer. Not a lot of people talk to me, other than giving me orders. "Well I am his servant, sir. And I am grateful he took me in."

"But you don't get paid."

"Not with money no, but I get fed well, have a bed to sleep on and get to wash myself often. I have to look my best of course, sir."

It looked as if he slightly shook his head.

"I am grateful I got the opportunity others did not. My Master tells me this repeatedly. If it wasn't for him buying me 5 cycles ago, I'd be nothing now, sir."

He does not speak again, and a silence falls between us. Why doesn’t he tell me what he wants, so I can make myself useful?

"Please tell me how I can be of service, sir."

He let out a sound that sounded like a suppressed grunt. "Maker, Will you stop calling me that?" He had turned his body completely towards me now.

"Call you what sir?"  

"Sir. Don’t do that"

The sharp tone shocked me a little, but I did not let him see that.

"I am gratefully sorry" I bowed again. This man was my priority for this evening. If I did not please him like Master wanted, I would be punished. I pushed down the feeling of the cold darkness that crept up. I hid it away, Shoved it aside.

I tried again. "What can I do for you this evening, my Lord"

His body got even more rigid this time. As a reflex, I flinched.

Apparently he had noticed this, as his posture changed again to something less intimidating. With his hands up at the height of his chest, as a sign he means no harm.

"No, don’t call me that either, don't call me anything. I am sorry if I scared you-"

"Here, sit down."

His big gloved hand motioned to the couch next to us.

The dark green velvet felt soft against my bare legs. I liked the feeling, It comforted me.

He took a seat next to me and scanned the room again. He seemed to be feeling awkward too. I looked at my tightly folded hands in my lap and refused the urge to fidget with the golden chain belt that kept the thin silk fabric on my waist and thighs in place.

"There is something you can do for me - take the night off, relax. -"

My head turned to him in surprise, he angled his broad shoulders to face me.

"- and answer some of my questions"

That is when he started to ask me all kinds of questions about Lord Chaffir. He was very interested in him. He had asked things as "When does Chaffir leave for work?", "How many guards does Chaffir have?" and "Is he the cause of these bruises?" While softly moving a finger over my arm.

“You can call me Mando.”

After that he left, but the feeling of his touch stayed.

The movement of Mando’s fingers kept replaying in my mind just as it was today.

He keeps my thoughts running off, while I should be working.

Again, it’s a sound that wakes me from my daydream. This time it seems to be a commotion in the entertainment room. It is probably some act with barely dressed creatures, the guests always seem to enjoy that a lot. They yell and throw money at the dancers, which of course is all collected by our Master at the end of the night.

I gather two wine bottles from the grand collection in the cellar, before hurrying back to the kitchen to fetch the tray of nuts. With the bottles in one hand and the tray on my other, I rush through the hall.

Master will be wondering why I am taking so long. I don't want to be locked up again like last time. The seemingly never ending solitude and blinding darkness scares me, but I know he does it for my own good. I need to be perfect for him. He can’t allow me to be disobedient.

The closer I get to the main room, the clearer the sounds of commotion get. Is that the sound of blaster fire?

When I round the corner my suspicion is confirmed. The tray slips off my hand on the floor but I barely notice it.

The room is a chaos. Everywhere I look, bodies lying motionless scattered around the room, dishes and food discarded on the floor get trampled on by the crowd running to the exits. The smell of smoke and scorched flesh burns in my nose.

In the middle of everything stands the mandalorian, blaster in hand and chest rising and falling heavily with every rushed breath.

On the opposite side of the room, Chaffir is hiding behind a fallen over table, just out of sight of the armoured man. Apparently he still knows Chaffir’s location, because he starts walking towards his hiding spot, blaster raised.

My eyes lock with my Master’s. My body freezes when I see the fear on his face. He mouths something at me.

"Help me."

Like a reflex, my body reacts, running at the threat without a second thought. The wine bottle that I apparently managed to hold on to, raised in both hands.

With all my strength, I crash the bottle on his helmet. The bottle scatters, shards of glass fly all over, and I close my eyes to protect them. I get drenched by the strong smelling liquid. The force of the impact makes me stumble backwards and fall on my butt.

I open my eyes. and I see he got wet too- but of course the impact didn’t faze him. He has turned around, his visor seems to pierce my soul, capturing my eyes in it.

"Don't hurt yourself. Chaffir is wanted dead, but if I bring his favourite servant in alive, I get paid. dead not so much."  

The gentle and caring image of Mando in my head disappears. My mouth falls open in disgust. He is a bounty hunter!

"So all that talking before, was just to figure out if I was the right servant?"

He does not answer.

It’s quiet for a moment- until a dragged out yell breaks the silence. another servant is running at the armoured man while letting out a makeshift warrior cry. The big headed creature pulls a pathetic excuse for a knife from his belt, But before he can even come close, the mandalorian grabs hold of the wrist coming at him. with a kick in his knees, he collapses. But the audible punch in between the bulging eyes is what ends the stupid advance.  

The servant I am a little acquainted with has stopped moving, his leg bent in a weird angle. I can't pull my eyes away from the sight before me,  until Masters pleads and sounds of struggle catch my attention. Mando drags his target over the table, out of his hiding place, begging for his life. sounding so different than his demanding voice he always uses.

"Shut up." The mandalorian hits him in the head with the back of the blaster.

When the great Chaffir’s body falls motionless to the floor, the last few attendees run to the exit. I hardly notice it.

The assailant turns towards me again. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be. Just come with me."

My eyes fill up with tears, and I am unable to tell if they are of anger, fear or shock. Even though my vision is blurred, I stare at him with hate.

The rage quickly turns to fear when he starts coming closer again.

I scramble backwards as fast as I can, not daring to turn my back on him. My hands search for anything that comes in reach to throw at him. But it is no use, he catches up to me and kneels at my feet.

He leans over my trembling body. With his big hands around my biceps, he pulls me towards him. His helmet is so close to my face now. I turn my head to the side to be as far away from him as I can.

"I can bring you in warm-” His deep voice rumbles through me. “or I can bring you in co-"

-PECHEEWW.

He gets cut off by the sound of a blaster. It hits his chest plate but bounces off it, into the wall behind me. His helmet tilts down to look at my hand. I had managed to pick up a discarded gun from the floor and pull the trigger.

The modulator makes his growl sound even more menacing.

"You are in trouble now." His voice is low but soft.

He forces the gun from my hand, and shoves it away on the floor.

Roughly he flips me around on my stomach. The cuffs he clicks on my wrists are cold and too tight. But I dont have the energy to fight anymore. I close my eyes and welcome the cold stone floor against my cheek, my tears merging with the dust on the ground.

"Don't even think of doing something like that again." he speaks against my ear, still hovering over me. I can feel the irritation radiating from him.

"Now get up." He stands up straight again and walks away from me, towards Chaffir’s still body.

Mando kicks his Chaffir’s side to wake him up, and forces him up his feet. As soon as he is awake, he starts begging again. He offers money, slaves, anything he owns. even me.

"You. You want that chattel? you want them?-" His short arms flounder at me aggressively, his eyes wide in desperation.

"I promise they are a real treat. Not, Not that I would know of course. They are a virgin."

The words are stuttered and struggled as he tries to negotiate with the armoured man. But, his pleads fall on deaf ears.

He even tries to grab the gloved wrists to try to get the man to listen to him, But Mando yanks his arm away and shoves him back.

"Walk." The bounty hunter tells us. He motions to the exit with his gun.

Nevertheless, Chaffir continues.

"You can sell them for a good price, or just keep them for yourself. they’ll listen! they’ll do anything!"

Desperate, he turns his head to look at me. panicking, I nod. Anything to help my Master. "Yes sir, I will do anything if you let him go! please!"

Mando does dot react. He does not even say anything. He motions to the exit one more time.

Chaffir lets out a sob and starts to walk. I follow him.

The walk to the ship is silent, except for our footsteps echoing on the pavement and the soft crying from Chaffir.

The word of there being a mandalorian in town must have spread fast, there is no one in the normally busy streets.

My mind is quiet and screaming simultaneously. No logical thoughts form, only fragments of indecipherable meaning.

The shock in my body fades, while the fear grows. I begin to realise the severity of the situation. Many lives ended today. While they may not all be good people, they did not deserve this.

Something hard pokes in my back.

"Up." the modulated voice commands.

I look up, I had not noticed we had reached his ship already. The ramp is down and Master is already walking up it.

Our capturer shoves me again with the barrel of his blaster. “Move."

I obey and walk up the ramp in the dark haul of his ship.

All too soon we are all inside, and the ramp closes. I try to savour the last of the planet I call home, I try to enjoy the way the yellow sand reflects its light and warmth from the sun. I try to feel and enjoy the soft breeze that makes the air feel cooler. Through the last sliver of the world outside I see the dry but tall trees on the horizon, and try to remember the sweet smell of their blossom in the spring.

As the ramp fully closes, so do my eyes. I try to picture and remember what I will probably never experience again. I try to print every last detail in my mind, while the heavy feeling of loss floods me.

The sound of a blaster going off, drives away every current thought.

I whip around.

The mandalorian puts his blaster back in his belt before Chaffir’s body even fully collapsed on the metal floor. A smoking cavity left in his head.

All I can focus on is the man that saved me, dead and motionless. My eyes can't tear away from the contents of his brain, slowly spilling out.

I can't help the scream from escaping my throat. but it sounds more close to a strangled cry.

My knees give out and on my hands and knees I crawl to the nearest corner. I hug my legs close to my body. My chest hurts and I want to cry and wail so bad. But I can't. The emotions are stuck in my body and they don't come out.

"Wha.. why.." Is the only thing that manages to escape me.

"He is wanted dead. And now I didn’t have to drag the evidence for my client onto my ship myself"

Mando’s voice sounds so normal, so neutral, as if he does this every day. He probably does. That thought makes me huddle even further in the corner.

He turns his back, and ascends the ladder to the cockpit.

A short time later, the sound of engines roaring to life scares me. Every little sound makes my heart run faster.

We are ascending now. To a new location. The location of the mandalorian’s client. The one that ordered Master dead. The one that wanted me alive.

My breath gets ragged, I can't control it, It keeps getting faster and more shallow. My wide eyes dart around the room, However they always return to the dead body.

I don't want to be near it. Please Maker, get me away.

I feel the lack of oxygen in my blood, my limbs are tingling. My vision gets blurry, and every now and then the body on the floor seems to move.

I want to scream, but the only sound that comes out is a short breath and a mere croak of voice, my lungs burn and try to pump in oxygen, but are unable to draw in air.

Closing my eyes tightly, I put my hands over my ears to try and stop the ringing tone in my head. Tears roll down my face as the sounds get louder.

Suddenly warm hands wrap around my shoulders, and then my waist. The strong arms around me feel good, and I want more.

I want to feel safe.

I hear a voice - It sounds muffled and far away - as if I am under water.

Then every sound, feeling, every sensation slowly fades.

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The floor is vibrating softly and it’s cold on my legs. I feel hands holding my head, the thumb rubs slowly just above my ears. The other fingers hold my head upright. The sounds and my vision gradually come back.

The hands loosen their grip once they feel I can keep my own head up.

The soft humming in the background makes its way through my body, consuming me. As if it was trying to take over.

"You had a panic attack. And you fainted."

The low and warm voice sounds pleasant to my racing brain.

His grip loosens even more and the touch of his hands retreat. out of instinct I reach out and cling to them.

My grip tightens.

I want to feel safe.

My vision slowly returns and I look around. We are in a cockpit, small lights dash behind the glass - they are stars - we are flying!

Memories slowly come back. How did he get me up that ladder?

I try to focus on my hands, they're not cuffed anymore, they are tightly gripping the orange leather that cover big warm hands.

My gaze slides up his arm, to his armoured shoulder, and finally his face. well, where a face is supposed to be. A clean crafted helmet with a T-visor stares at me.

My body reacts faster than my brain. I yank my hands back. All the memories and feelings come rushing in. Every one of them connected to that visor - the man behind it, the cause of them all.

"stay... away.."

Breathing is getting difficult again. I scoot away from him until my back hits the wall.

"Who paid you for this job, why do they want me?"

"I am nobody, I am not worth anything"

Without moving and still kneeling, he speaks again.

"I will tell you about the person who hired me on this job. that will clear up this situation"

He stands up slowly, making him look more menacing and scary.

"You are safe now"

Deep inside my mind, I scoff. He sure has the worst social skills if that is what he wants to portray.

He starts to walk over to me.

"Please stay back."

"Look I am not going to hurt you"

I look up at him like a deer in headlights, while he continues to slowly come closer. The soft and genuine sounding voice in contrast with the body language confuses me.

"You are shaking" He states, sounding lost.

He angers me, the way he kills without remorse, the way he is confusing me with his sweet talk. The rage takes over the fear.

He must have seen the change in my eyes, because he takes almost an unnoticeable step back.

"Of course I am fucking shaking, you kidnapped me! -"

I stand up. I don't care anymore what happens to me. I just want revenge.

He stays grounded when I practically jump at him.

"Why do you do this! I hate you! Just leave me alone! Just die!" I scream-ramble at him while hitting and swatting at him. everywhere where he is not covered by his stupid armour.

He speaks to me, but I can't find myself to care or to listen.

The hitting is not working, so I start kicking his shins, his knees. Only when I make a move to kick my knee between his legs, he stops me. With two hands on my shoulders he keeps me at arms length.

"Let me explain. Okay?"

It is not like I have a choice. I stay quiet and stare at him. waiting for what will be next.

"The person that hired me on this job, claims to know you. They told me someone kept you as a slave. That man downstairs, They wanted him killed for what he did to you, and numerous other victims he managed to catch."

I am listening, but it takes a while before I can make sense of the words.

"I.. I don't believe you." My hands drop lifeless to my sides.

He continues. "They told me that you would be happy once I saved you."

I shake my head. "No! Lord Chaffir took me in. He is the reason I am alive today."

The man in front of me Is quiet for a moment, slightly shaking his head, as if he can’t believe what he is hearing.

"That is what he wanted you to think. -"

The grip on my shoulders lessens, now it is more as if he is trying to comfort me.

"I think he manipulated you into believing that lie.” Mando’s helmet turned to look at the stars that flash past outside the ship. He looks like he is thinking. “I think he mentally broke you" I almost can't make out the words. His voice was almost too soft for his modulator to catch.

His arms pull me a little closer to him. "I am sorry for killing the man you thought to be your hero in front of you, even though that is a lie and he deserved it."

Why would I believe this stranger? He kills for a living. but some part of me starts to doubt Chaffir. This scares me. It is in contrast with the other part of me that is desperate for his approval. The two parts appear to have their own voice in my head, fighting each other.

"I think you need to rest."

A gentle hand in the small of my back directs me to one of the chairs in the front of the cockpit. I let him lead me, having no energy left to resist.

Once I’m seated, he leaves, only to return a moment later with a blanket. I cling to it while he drapes it around me. I make myself as small and insignificant as possible.

Hugging my knees to my chest, and hiding my face in the blanket, I pretend not to exist.

I hear him sit down in the pilot's chair. He presses a few buttons, probably entering a designated location.

He is quiet, but I can feel his presence.

"I will take you to your old friend, you will be okay." He sounds as if he is trying to convince himself more than me.

"I don't know any ‘old’ friends"

My voice is muffled in the blanket.

"Not that I can remember."

The sentence is simple, but the weight of it is crushing.

@darklordofthesimp thank you so so much for the request. I'm sorry it took so long for me to write :(( life be chaos. I loved writing this tho. I hope you like it <3

tips and feedback are very welcome 👉👈😊

[phalfumbrella]

people who ship five and human delores are the same people who ship christine and the phantom. no i will not elaborate.