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Prompts: #22, #15, #89, #58, #60. With Dark!Din? I love when people write him like he is an absolute jerk. 🥴👉🏽👈🏽
600 follower celebration
dark!din for you annonie, and, let me just say, your brain, BIG :) i hope i did it justice 😭
dark!din x female!reader
#22 "lift that skirt up, baby."
#15 "i'm not on birth control."
#89 "i find myself breaking more each day."
#58 "i can't keep this up, i can't do this any longer-"
#60 "let go of me!"
if you want to make a request of your own, refer to this post :)
PLEASE do not proceed without reading the CW list!!!
cw: 18+ only!, dubcon!, creampie, unprotected p in v sex, brief knife play, degrading language, goes without saying but dark!din, forced orgasm (f), slapping, spanking, choking
also i hope it’s alright that i changed the wording of some of the prompts that i didn’t write (like from the creepy / dark list in order to make them fit better 💕)
ALSO i know this is super SUPER late since i made the 600 follower celebration post, and i checked it just before out of curiosity only to find 777 of you 👁👄👁 wtf y’all follow me for 💀 anyway i thought 777 was a sign to post so here, the juice !
sex with din just isn't the same after he loses the child to a covert group sent by gideon. he can't believe he let it happen, right under his nose, when his guard was down while buried inside your cunt and the child forgotten in another room.
sex with din just isn't the same. you know he doesn't want to blame you, he knows it isn't your fault but.. there's something... different about him. maybe he resents you. maybe he tries to fuck his anger out but you take the fall every time.
"sweet girl.." din rasps against the shell of your ear while you're leaning on the counter, counting credits to prepare for a trip out and his voice draws you out of your lamenting thoughts.
"din.." you mumble, sighing deep in your throat. it always started like this. with din giving you little to no choice; he was going to have his way with you.
he hums against the slope of your neck, his beskar clad arms cirlcing your waist to harshly pull you flushed with his chestplate and his codpiece bites into the swell of your ass.
his hands slip up and under your shirt and roughly he palms your breasts, easily finding your senstitive nipples and tweaks them between the tips of his gloves until you're squirming in his grasp. sensing your arousal he unceremoniously wedges a leg between yours, the biting cold of his armour gnawing into the soft bare skin of your thighs and you gasp, throwing your head back until it rests on his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed.
"lift that skirt up, baby." he groans into your ear, the modulator crackling his voice as it rumbles, rolling his hips and grinding his thigh hard against your core. your knees buckle, having no choice but to drop all of your weight onto his thigh and you squirm as your hips helplessly find their own rhythm, the wetness soaking through your panties and fogging up his shiny armour.
when your mind catches up with you your hands are scrambling at the hem of your skirt, yanking it up and as you do din slams his palm against the back of your neck, draping you harshly over the curve of the counter. the breath rushes out of your lungs, winded, and you desperately grasp for the edge of the table as he rearranges himself behind you in order to free his cock.
he lays himself along your lower back, groaning as he sees how deep he'll be fucking you.
the cold sharp edge of a blade is what draws you back to the present then; and you gasp, heart racing as you feel the knife grazing down the curve of your back, goosebumps erupting down your skin and then you cry out as he rips the fabric of your panties straight down the middle in a harsh, fluid motion that has your thighs shaking in a swirling mix of arousal and fear.
he grips himself, teasing the tip between your folds agonisingly slow, and then all at once, without warning he plunges his cock until his balls are pressed tight to your clit, the most feral groan sounding in his throat and immediately he sets a brutal pace. with every thrust he knocks the wind right out of you and it’s not long before tears are welling in your eyes from the way the head of his cock slams against your cervix over and over and it hurts.
“din i- ah! it hurts!” you manage to sob between thrusts, your eyes scrunching closed in an attempt to brace yourself.
“shut the fuck up.” he growls, pinning you down by the neck, his gloved hand sipping underneath to choke you.
all you can do in response is sob and gasp for air, the persistent pounding of his cock against your cervix becoming more painful as he fucks you harder, your body desperately trying to scramble away but he holds you firm, caging you against the counter.
when your head starts to feel light you find your knees bucking, hands flailing in attempt to get him to let go, to stop. but as your body starts to feel lighter and lighter, your eyes threatening to flutter closed, he takes a hand from where it was pinned on your hips and harshly spanks you, twice, three times to bring you back to the present.
“i didn’t tell you you could pass out.” he seethes, and after what feels like an eternity he releases his iron grip around your neck, the air rushing violently into your lungs and the blood hammering through your temples as you gasp and writhe against him.
a hand slips between your thighs as he begins a brutal pace on your clit, tears spilling down your cheeks at the overstimulation as you try to ground yourself; but the way he has to you pinned means your toes barely touch the floor.
it’s all too much, he’s too much-
“din-!” you cry, interrupting the obscenely wet sounds of him fucking you, but he doesn’t stop, and the almost painful sensation of an orgasm starts to build and build in your gut.
“you’re going to cum for me.” he demands, hips snapping and fingers on your clit pressing somehow harsher.
“i can’t- i can’t keep this up! i can’t do this anymore!” you’re almost screaming now, your voice growing higher in pitch the closer you grow to the edge of your orgasm. you’re trembling all over, toes desperate to make purchase with the floor to support yourself but it’s futile.
“you want this..” he growls, as if to convince himself, edging you on until you’re on the painful precipice of an orgasm.
“please..” you whine, unsure what you’re even begging for as your body tenses before shaking violently as you cum against your will, hips uncontrollably fucking yourself on his cock as you squeeze and squeeze him ever so tight and he groans deep in his throat. he doesn’t even give you a chance to come down from your high before he’s chasing his own, hands moving to grip your hips as he sets his brutal pace once again, moaning and growling beneath his helmet.
“i’m not on birth control…”
he chuckles dryly at your comment, not slowing for a moment and you whimper, almost scared now and you give up as you accept that you no longer had a choice in the matter, just taking what he gives you.
even after your forced orgasm, the pain of the relentless slamming of his hips, of his cock hitting your cervix with every primal thrust, returns almost tenfold. it was all so, so much, your body weakened and tired and aching and maker you were sure he was skewering you in half at this point.
when his breathing grows more laboured, his thrusts growing desperate in their haste to reach his orgasm, you reach to try and push him away, your fingers slipping through the wetness of your previous orgasm as it coats the beskar on his thighs.
"let go of me!" you sob, your cheeks burning red and soaked with your tears. you hadn’t even realised that you’d started crying and in resignation you drop to rest your head on the counter, squeezing your eyes shut and waiting for the inevitable.
“fuck-!” he moans, only spurred on by your attempts to stop him, by the sight of you so exhausted that you give up all protests.
“yeah.. that’s it, take this fucking cock,” you barely recognise his voice, deeper than usual and void of any concern for you. he’d never taken it this far. it’s terrifying. you sob harder.
“gonna fill this tight little cunt of yours,” he continues, rambling like a man starved as his desperately brutal rhythm continues. “you want it, don’t you?”
“nonono please, din please!” you whisper, fingers still fruitlessly pushing back on his thighs.
“yeahhh, my sweet, sweet girl.” he moans, completely ignoring your pleas, “can feel you squeezing me - maker you’re fucking filthy, letting me fuck you full like this.”
a guttural moan rips in his throat then, hips stilling as he spills his cum as deep as he can, right against your cervix and you sob all over again at the sensation, your whole body deflating in utter defeat.
he stays seated inside you fully for a while, thrusting slowly in order to milk the rest of his release.
an unknown amount of time passes before you realise he’s left you bare and aching, shivering in the now cold room, still bent over the counter with his cum slowly dribbling down your inner thigh.
~~~
that night, din tosses and turns in his cot, unable to let sleep consume him. he runs his hands over his face, sighs, and then gets up, deciding to use the fresher to take his mind off of things.
when the door seals shut behind him, he takes a long, long look at himself in the mirror. he thinks about grogu, wonders how he really managed to let him be taken. kriff, if he hadn’t of met you, he’d still have the child. his foundling.
maker what the fuck is wrong with me
he groans, the reality of what he did to you earlier crashing down on him and he scowls at his reflection, disgusted. his thighs still ache with the effort of fucking you, forearms sore from holding himself up and from pinning you down.
though all of that was irrelevant. because his heart was shattered the day he lost grogu. and to make matters worse, the one person who stayed with him, who supported him, was the one he took all this out on. you didn’t deserve this.
his head finds its way into his hands once again, a lump sticking in his throat as tears threaten to well in his eyes.
then finally, his voice cracks, a single tear slipping down his unshaven cheek and somehow his chest constricts, heart aching all over again. and when he finds his voice, it’s barely a whisper, as if trying to will himself out of existence. but every last word is true.
“i find myself breaking more each day.”
he knows you deserve better. he knows this isn’t your fault.
but he’s too selfish to let you go.
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