#this was supposed to be smut not architecture and engineering hours

[emilykaldwen]

Help it’s almost 3am and I just woke up from my long nap going WHY THE FUCK IS HARRENHAL SO BIG

[itsharleystuff]

-ˋˏ 𝘊𝘖𝘕 𝘓𝘈 𝘉𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘈 ˎˊ-

— 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Din Djarin x afab!fem!reader (reader is described as POC)

— 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 10k

— 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When Mando crashes in an unknown planet, he didn’t expect to be saved by such a distinct individual; much less to learn plenty about her and the world that she lived in. Safe to say that her charm didn’t go unaware by him.

— 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 18+ content (minors dni), oral sex (f!receiving), teasing, blindfolds, voice kink(? Kinda, vaginal fingering, mentions of arranged marriage, body worship, I think that’s it.

— 𝘢/𝘯: this is my first time writing smut, so it might not be great but I’m working on it. Also, English isn’t my first language, therefore I apologize for any mistakes. Ps: this fic will have continuity and it contains certain elements of indigenous cultures (nothing specific, mostly general stuff brought together to create fiction).

| 𝙣𝙤 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮/𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 |

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

| Six months before Mando

meets Grogu for the first time |

"Dank Farrik!" Mando mutters when he suddenly loses control of his ship. The smoke around him becomes suffocating and the bounty hunter doesn't know where it's coming from. Probably a damaged engine. The wound on his side stings greatly and his vision starts to get blurry as all he can see now is the blue sky of the unknown planet he was now landing on. Well, more like crashing on.

"I hate pirates." He managed to say, breathless, before he passed out and the razor crest stumbled to the ground.

•••

When Mando finally woke up, everything around him was unfamiliar. He was no longer in the razor crest. In fact, he had no idea where he was.

"You're awake." Said a voice next to him.

His first instinct was to reach for his blaster, but the ghost of it lingered on his fingers. As if for instinct, he checked for his other weapons, but he had been stripped of them, along with his armor. He felt vulnerable, naked, exposed... At least his helmet remained where it was supposed to be.

"Were you seriously going to point this vile weapon at me? The one that saved you?" Mando slowly raised his head to see the woman standing beside him. Her voice had a weird accent that he couldn't quite pinpoint, and her skin was tan, like bathed in sunlight. She was holding his blaster, staring at it as if it was a hideous creature.

The mandalorian realized that there was a bandage were he was previously injured by a knife. His underarmor remained, but it was ripped and dirty. He sighed, sitting up in the bed where he had been laying.

"Who are you?" The woman, dressed in a white silk robe, tied with a golden belt at her waist, stayed completely silent while she left the blaster on the nightstand by the bed. "Where am I?"

"You're in no position to make questions. Don't you think?" Mando scanned his surroundings, picking up every detail that could possibly reveal where he was. The room was big, peaceful and very open, with wide balconies that would let the warm, golden sunlight spill all over the place. It didn't seem like this was a crowded and loud planet, like corousant; if anything, the architecture reminded him of naboo. But the woman didn't seem like a naboo resident, not with that skin and dark long hair that fell on her back in a thick braid. She wore golden jewelry, in her fingers, arms, ankles and ears... She looked like nothing he had ever seen, and to be fair, as a very experienced bounty hunter, he had seen plenty.

"I don't know." Mando said, noticing the pain that struck his injury and limbs. "I think... I think I can take you."

He didn't mean it. At least, not completely. He had learned that things that looked innocent and naive are usually the deadliest.

"Not in that state." She replied with a smile. "Matter of fact, you're about to go on trial in about an hour, so I suggest you get cleaned up and prepare a proper speech."

"What?!" The man couldn't hide his astonishment. "Trial for what? Almost dying?" The lady turned her back to him. "Hey!"

"Why are you really here, bounty hunter?" She asked. Her voice was serious and low, warning him that he should be careful with his words.

"I don't know where I am."

"Yeah, right." She snorted, barely looking back at him.

"Am I supposed to know?" Once again, the woman didn't respond. Din just stood there, admiring her silhouette, painted with the lights and shadows that naturally formed in their surroundings. There was something graceful, yet dangerous about the way she carried herself around. "Look..."

He tried to reach her side, but before he could step forward a dark shadow fell in front of him, blocking his way with a fierce growl. It was an unknown creature with feline characteristics, covered in black fur, two pointy ears and enormous fangs that didn't even fit it's mouth. The animal barely looked like a cub, but that didn't make it any less terrifying.

"It's okay." She whispered, and the animal slowly left it's guard down, approaching her side and laying at her feet, purring. "I believe you, mandalorian. But things aren't looking great right now." She petted the creature's head before looking at him dead in the eye. "There were pirates following you, which usually indicates that people know about us. And it doesn't really matter if I trust you, cause it's not me who you have to convince."

"Then who is?" She gulped and her gaze wandered from him.

"I can't say much. Not until the trial is over." Was her response. "But I can tell you're an honest person, mandalorian."

"Mando." She tilted her head and smiled warmly at him.

"Okay. Mando." He nodded slightly. "Get ready soon, I'll be waiting right outside. You may wear your beskar armor, but since you're under our custody, any weapons shall remain in our power."

"I understand." Din didn't like it, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Before the woman and her pet left the room, he stopped her. "Wait." She raised an eyebrow at him, curious. "What should I call you?"

She seemed to think about his question, but her answer was rather simple and mysterious. "You may call me whatever you want."

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

         You couldn't believe what just happened. An outsider; and nonetheless, a mandalorian, had just crashed in your planet. Your whole life you had lived hearing tales about the sky people...

The evil sky people that wanted to conquer your people and steal the riches of your planet. But you had finally met one, and he seemed... Oblivious.

Mando.

He was a peculiar one. You couldn't make up your mind about him, but one thing was clear to you: he wasn't a bad person. The people of your planet could always tell when someone was lying, and he seemed like an honest one. At least for a bounty hunter.

Asteria was an extremely rich planet, in every sense of the word. Minerals, food, technology, wildlife, landscapes, etc. So, the habitants had learned not to trust outsiders ages ago, disappearing the planet from every radar and map, making it seem as if they didn't exist. Occasionally, people would try to sneak, but asterians were raised ruthless warriors, instructed to not let anyone in.

This, however, was a different situation.

Mando didn't land there intentionally, at least not at first sight, and he hadn't been violent towards you, even when he had the chance. But asterians were distrustful people, and questioning him was an obligation. A necessity.

Therefore, you were now waiting outside your own room, where you took him and healed him, your spear in hand and a hint of nervousness.

The palace was a big and open place, usually very crowded by other people. But right now it was awfully silent and empty; probably because everyone was gathering with the tribe leaders to hear what the mandalorian had to say. So naturally, you were the only soldier guarding him. Well, you and nyx.

Nyx was a wildcat, a unique species that had only existed in your planet. You had rescued him when he was born, right after his mother passed away, due to a hunting injury. Animals in Asteria were considered sacred, so hunting them, eating them or destroying their homes was punished by death. Greedy people existed all over the galaxy, and sadly, your planet wasn't the exception; especially because wildcat's fangs were great for weapon making. Either way, you made sure that the transgressor got what he deserved, and sheltered nyx to raise him. He was not a pet to you, as asterians didn't own animals; he was your familiar, an extension of you. That was it, you didn't need anyone else...

When an hour exactly had passed, you opened the door again only to see Mando standing right in the middle, adjusting his chest plate.

"Does your under armor need fixing?" You asked, politely.

"It's okay. I've got a change in my ship." As if realization has suddenly hit him, he went extremely stiff. "Is my ship too damaged?"

You shake your head. "It'll need repair, but it's nothing serious." You paused, your eyes fixating on his wound. "Does it hurt? I did my best, but I'm still learning..."

"Nothing unbearable." He responded dryly. Tilting his head to Nyx's direction, whose tail was waving around your legs.

"Good." You were expecting a thank you, but he seemed far too unreachable as to ask for it, so you said nothing. "Walk in front of me." You pointed the spear to him, no too menacing, but not too soft either.

Din wasn't a fool. He knew that whoever these people were, they must be incredibly powerful, not only weapon-wise, but in terms of skill too. They left him alone in that room with his armor and a blaster, either trusting he wouldn't try anything (which he didn't believe) or knowing that, whatever he did, they'd be able to stop him. He knew better than to try and shoot his way out of this one.

You tied his hands behind his back with magnetic cuffs while he remained extremely silent. In fact, he remained in silence all the time you guided him through the halls of the Asterian palace. You guessed he was observing and gathering information of your world with everything he was seeing. The tall walls, the clean colors and lack of decorations and every open balcony from which the sunset light would spill into the place.

"Who will I answer to?" He asked suddenly, not looking back in your direction.

"The leader of our tribe." You replied. "He's a harsh man, but he'll trust you if you tell him the truth."

"Are you a soldier?" Mando wondered, curious, but rather stern.

"Yes."

"Is the leader some kind of king?"

"There are no kings in Asteria. The strongest and wisest is always our leader, and he cannot lead by himself." You explained.

"What does that mean?"

"You ask too many questions." You replied, annoyed. Stopping right in front of the gates that lead to the council room. "You better keep them to yourself if you want your head to remain attached to your shoulders." You feel him tense up, even if it's not visible. "I'm not threatening you. I'm warning you."

"Is there a difference?" You can't really tell if he's joking or not, but you laugh anyways.

"Good luck, Mando."

•••

The room was crowded and loud, even as huge as it was. Mando noticed that everyone there had similar features as you. Although, he thought, you were more distinct in an inexplicable way.

Right at the other side was a man, old and formidable. He had long hair, crowned by a feathered ornament, his ears were pierced and filled with golden earrings, such as his nose. His chest was exposed and filled with scars and colorful paint, as were many of other men in the room.

Mando felt the point of your spear in his lower back, sending a wave of electricity through his spine, forcing him to keep moving forward under the attentive gaze of the asterians. The man, whom he assumed was the leader, observed him fiercely while sat on a throne made of hard wood and thorns.

"Mandalorian." He said, standing up, and as that sole word was spoken, the whole room went silent. "I'd never seen one of your kind before." Mando didn't speak, and remained rigid and with his head held high. "Heard they were good at killing."

You glanced over at him, kind of admiring. There was something about Mando that intrigued and fascinated you, something rather unique that made him... Alluring. Yes, that was word.

He stood right there, in the middle of a room filled with the best warriors you had ever seen (including yourself), men and women that had cold-bloodedly killed all kinds of sky people just for trespassing the atmosphere of your planet, and yet, he looked so arrogant. His body remained all covered up by beskar that wouldn't show sight of his skin, while all the warriors of Asteria barely wore anything to combat, as a sign of how fearless and untouchable they were. Mando wasn't broader or taller than most of them, but there was something about his presence that made you feel intimidated right when he entered a room.

"Tell me. Is it true?" The bounty hunter tilted his head to the side and you wondered how such a simple gesture could be so attractive.

"Yes." He answered chastely.

"What do you think?" The leader asked in your language, turning to face you.

"I can't tell just yet, Att'ka." He nodded, side eying the mandalorian.

"What's your name, bounty hunter?"

"Mando."

"No." Att'ka gave him a harsh look and everyone sat at the edge of their seat at the sudden change in the ambience. "I asked what your name was, not what people call you."

For a moment, it seemed as if Mando wasn't gonna respond. The silence in the room was such that you thought everyone could hear your heartbeat, hitting violently against your chest. "Answer him." You whisper, almost worried. He turned slightly to see you, and you saw yourself reflected on his visor.

Another moment of silence in which he simply stared back at you; at least you guessed that's what he did, since you couldn't really tell, before he turned back to Att'ka.

"Din Djarin."

You finally let out the breathe you didn't know you were holding. And sooner than you realized, Att'ka was smiling.

"Trust. That's where your life relies on now, and you're off to a good start, Din Djarin." He continued, "I know your people don't give their names to anyone, so you giving it to me means I know, you're to be trusted."

Mando simply bowed his head, as if he was measuring his words. The palms of your hands were sweaty against the spear.

"So, tell me. What are you doing in Asteria, Din Djarin?"

"I accidentally crashed here. To be fair, I didn't even know about the existence of this planet before my ship landed on it." He said, voice determined through the modulation of his helmet.

"But you were followed by pirates. Why?"

"I had just delivered a quarry, someone that was close to them. If they couldn't have him back, they would at least try to steal my credits." He explained, careful with his tone. "I can usually take a couple of them, but they attacked me at night, all at once. I couldn't properly fly my ship while being injured. That's how I ended up here, trying to lose them."

After he finished talking, a wave of murmurs arose in the room. "So you've never heard of our planet before?" Mando shook his head in response.

"What do you think, A'mohra?" Att'ka asked you, calling you by your tribe name. "Is he telling the truth?"

"I sense no lies or fear in him, Att'ka. Perhaps, he was just unlucky." You answered, shrugging. For a couple seconds, he seemed to be meditating what he'll do next.

"H'arrat." Shit. The last name you wanted to hear now. "What would you have me do with this man?"

You turned your head to the left, only to see a man stand up from the crowd. Att'ka's son, the tribe's favorite to succeed his father as leader... And, if that happened, your future husband.

"The mandalorian does not deserve death. But we cannot let him go, he already knows about us." Said. "I think we should lock him up."

"Here?" You asked, abruptly. "To do what? He'll just be a burden, even as a prisoner. We do not keep prisoners." Everyone knew you were the type to talk back and not keep your thoughts to yourself, however, directly questioning H'arrat during an auditory was extreme. That wouldn't be a problem if you were his wife, but now you had just contradicted him, and therefore, his father. Thank the maker, they both seemed interested in what you had to say.

"So what do you propose, A'mohra?" Asked the leader. Mando slightly turned his head to your side, but you ignored him.

"His injured, Att'ka. And his ship is damaged. The bounty hunter has nowhere to go, unless we help him. Convenience. It might be dangerous to let him go, but will we really risk an innocent man's life just because he was trying to survive? It doesn't seem fair. Is this really who we want to be?" Your voice echoes through the room, but you make sure to add just enough emotion to shake everyone present. One way or another, they'd listen to you.

The silence lasted what you felt like forever before Att'ka spoke again. "If," he said, slowly, "this man is to remain on Asteria until his wounds heal and his ship is repaired, will you answer for him, A'mohra?" He paused, letting your mind to settle. "If he breaks any of our rules, will you face the consequences of his actions? Will you be responsible for Din Djarin's life for as long as he stays in our planet?"

That was a lot to process. You didn't even know him, and the little you did know wasn't really anything good. Nonetheless, something in your heart ached to say yes.

"Wait." Mando stepped forward to the leader, but before he could even process what was happening, you were blocking his way with your spear. "No, there must be- "

"I will."

"And if letting him flea our planet brings any further consequences in the future," the man proceeded, "will you face them in his behalf?"

In the corner of your eye you perceived the slight head shake that Mando gave you, such a small gesture that you doubt anyone but yourself could've noticed.

"I will."

"Good. Then we'll settle it democratically. Take the mandalorian outside and wait for me to give you the response."

You nod and bow your head down before motioning at him to follow you. Once behind the closed doors, he sighed. "You didn't have to do that."

"I did."

"What if I do something to offend you? To offend your people?" He asked, exasperated. "I don't want you to me responsible for any of my actions."

"Then don't do anything stupid."

"I..." for a moment, he seemed about to fight back and contradict you, but the second he saw that look in your eyes: determined, fierce, beautiful... Mando just couldn't say anything, he was completely taken aback. "Fine. This is the way."

Silent, you laid against the white wall without letting go of your spear. Nyx, who couldn't previously accompany you to the hearing, had waited patiently for you outside and was now staring menacingly at the handcuffed mandalorian.

"Is your name A'mohra?" He asked after a while.

"No. That's my tribe name, but not my birth name." That was a vague response, to which he simply stared back at you, expecting. "It's pretty common that asterian people give each other names based on something characteristic of the person. Att'ka means 'great father', H'arrat is what you'd call a great warrior in your language. Whereas A'mohra means 'kind spirit'."

"Seems fitting." Mando says. "Considering you saved my life. Twice, apparently."

You huff a laugh. "I used to hate it when I was younger. I wanted to be praised for my intelligence or my ability to fight." You caress Nyx's head as you speak. "Until I realized... Anyone in this planet can be a great soldier, but not everyone can really be kind. Att'ka says that's what will make me a good leader."

Your explanation simply brought more questions to the bounty hunter's mind, but before he could make them, the loud sound of the doors opening startled you both. It was H'arrat.

"Looks like it's your lucky day, mandalorian."

•••

Night fell quickly after that.

The tribe exited the throne room, giving Mando dubious looks whenever they walked past him. Att'ka was the last one to come out.

"Be careful." He whispered, although you were sure that Mando could hear him. "You will look after him. But most importantly, you'll have to look out for yourself."

You didn't answer, in fact, he didn't give you the opportunity to say anything before he left the two of you alone in the darkening hall. You sighed, walking towards him so you could take off the handcuffs.

"You heard them." You say, while doing so. "Try anything funny and I'll feed you to Nyx." You feel his body relax under your hands.

"I won't. You've been good to me." He replied in low voice. "I won't forget that."

You look up at his visor and wonder how'd you look like through his eyes and the polarized helmet. His words calmed you, meaning you'd probably done the right thing.

"Come. I'll show you where you'll sleep."

He did so, walking behind you as he admired the three moons in your planet, each one in a different phase and projecting their light upon the palace, which artificial lamps were fainted. Din was somewhat confused, his brain was still trying to process everything that had happened today and a part of him was convinced he was dreaming.

"Here." You say. "You'll stay next to my room."

Mando nodded, but didn't open the door. He stayed there in the dark corridor, standing next to you in silence.

"Okayyy." You invade his personal space so you can open the door for him. "I'll-uh... I'll get you something to eat in the morning and-". You gulped, trying to remain casual even if you had no idea what to say or do next. "We can start working on your ship after that."

Mando nodded again, looking down at you from his height. There was a hint of nervousness in your chest and you weren't sure you knew the reason for it.

"Thank you." His voice was low, and it came out almost as a whisper. You wanted to ask what for? Or something that'll take seriousness out of the matter, but he sounded so sincere that it genuinely froze your thoughts. And even if you wanted to reply with anything, he closed that door behind him before you could.

You leaned against the wall and sighed deeply, finally letting go of the spear. Nyx's shiny eyes were the only thing you could distinguish in the darkness of your room.

What had you done?

That's the question that echoed your mind. But most importantly,

What will you do now?

(…)

Two weeks had gone by already since you were commanded to take care of Mando, and considering he wasn't particularly a people person, you two had become each other's best companions.

Other tribe members preferred to ignore him most of the time, not because they were rude but because they weren't used to having strangers around; although some others had grown used to his presence reluctantly and liked to ask for his help from time to time. Nonetheless, Mando was curious, so he'd ask you questions whenever he could, his favorite time being when you two were alone working on his ship, which was almost all day long for the past few days.

"How can you know so much about other people in the galaxy but others know nothing about you?" He asked while he opened the controller box and you focused on the razor's wings.

"It's our planet's magnetic field." You explained. "It allows messages from outside to come through, but nothing can go past our atmosphere. So we study the rest of you and adapt some of your technologies, education and economics to our society. Besides, sky people think Asteria is inhabitable." When you're finished, you reach his side in the cockpit. "Why am I telling you this? You better stop asking questions, cause I really don't have any filter."

"You don't trust me?" He asked, almost sarcastically, without even moving in your direction.

"No."

"Then why are you here with me alone and unarmed?" Mando closed the box he was working on and finally tilted his head towards you.

"Maybe I know that I don't need any weapons to beat your ass." You say, smiling down at him.

Fine, you had to admit it. You were flirting with him. You had been for a while now, but you were uncertain of his own response. Mando was always so stoic and robotic it was hard to tell if he didn't notice or if he just didn't care.

"Maybe." Was his reply, standing straight and hovering over you. Your breath hitched in your chest as he walked closer to you.

"I'll tell you what." You say, coming up with and idea. "You get three questions for each day as long as you're staying in Asteria."

"I get to ask anything I want?" You nod.

"Anything you want."

That's how he started to pour all his thoughts on you, and you started a routine. Every morning during that week you'd knock on his door to get breakfast (he'd usually eat it fast in his room, so he could take off his helmet), you would ask about his wounds and how he was feeling and later head off to the palace's workshop, where the razor crest had been transferred for repairing.

"Does your whole tribe live in the palace?" Mando questions.

"No. The palace isn't only for the leader or his family, it's more like... A shelter, you might say." The natural light was fading in the garage, which could only mean it was already past noon.

"A shelter?" His voice was muffled through the distance. He was now under the ship, whereas you were working on the engine.

"Yeah. Orphans or vulnerable people are welcome to stay here if they need to, but no one stays for too long." You answer, struggling to work with the burnt screws and metals.

"And..." Mando paused, as if he shouldn't ask what he was thinking.

"Me?"

"Yeah." You laugh at that.

"My parents died a while ago, but-" you groan when you start to see smoke were there shouldn't be. "I guess I'm here because... uh-" you finally give up, taking off the gloves violently. "Because I'm supposed to marry Att'ka's son."

You hear a loud metallic noise coming from where he was working and then silence.

"Mando?" No response. "Hey, Mando? Are you alright?"

After a short moment, you see him roll from under the razor with one of his tools on hand, looking a bit startled.

"Yes. I was just..." He sighs, getting up. "I'm fine."

You finish up what you were doing and jump off the top of the ship to join him. Mando was leaning against the crest's side, arms crossed and weight resting in one leg.

"What?" You ask with a smirk. "You didn't think a woman like me could be engaged?"

He didn't answer, instead, he scanned you with his gaze from head to toe, slowly. That wasn't really helping your nerves and that tiny crush you had started to develop on him.

"I didn't say that." He replies, straightening his posture. A sudden silence falls between you and you shift uncomfortably. You didn't really want to bring up the whole H'arrat topic, specially with him.

"Hey. It's late, we should head back inside." Mando agrees to your suggestion and follows you closely. It was funny, you thought, how you were the one supposed to look after him but every time you walked side by side it seemed like he was the one guarding you.

The big, scary mandalorian, a man covered in beskar with a presence that can make anyone shiver. He was admittedly terrifying; everything about him seemed so intimidating and menacing that even without his weapons you'd probably shit your pants if you saw him.

"Oh, stars..." you curse under your breath when you realize why the castle appeared so empty and quiet today.

"What is it?" The bounty hunter asks, freezing in his spot.

"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve." You mutter to yourself. "Everyone must be out for the preparations..."

Mando seems to relax his stiff posture, but still remains silent, expecting you to explain what you had just said.

"It's the longest night of the year, and the night when our three moons align. We... we make a couple of celebrations and eat a lot of sweets, but..." you pause for a moment, trying to think before you could speak. "The real deal is the meteor shower. It's quite a sight to see after four hundred days."

He tilts his head to you. "And why aren't you with your people?"

"I'm supposed to take care of you, remember?" You say with a hint of sarcasm.

"I can take care of myself." He responds with a groan of annoyance.

"Yeah, I bet. But I don't trust you." Mando looks down at you before relaxing his pose.

"Have I done anything to earn your distrust?" He asks blankly, and his assertiveness takes you by surprise.

You think quietly about your response. Did he? No, not really. As you said once, he was just unlucky.

"No." You whisper. "It's just that I... My whole life I've been thought not to trust anyone outside my tribe."

Mando remains silent, but you can tell that he understands what you mean. And he really does. There was something similar about you and him... His creed, your tribe. The way you both had something you'll give everything up for made him believe that, after all, you weren't as different as he had thought.

"Would you like to see it?" Your question interrupts his train of thoughts.

"Mm?"

"The meteor shower, tomorrow." You respond, lowly, moving your feet. "Would you like to see it?"

Mando holds still for a second, taking a step towards you. "You said... On my first night here, you said I couldn't leave the palace."

You close the distance between you, and now you can feel the cold beskar on his chest brush against your skin.

"I did."

"What changed? Won't it be dangerous?" He was so tense, but you could tell he was staring at you intently.

"Only if someone important sees us." You could feel your blood rushing through your veins and your heart pounding against your chest. You wanted to touch him, raise a hand and place it on the beskar covering his body, but you were still frightened by him, or his response.

"I'd like to see it." He whispers. "But I don't want to get you in trouble."

You smile at him, seeing yourself reflected on his visor under the dim lights of the corridor.

"Don't worry about me." You reassure. "I want to show you my planet... If you'll let me."

"Why?" Mando sounds genuinely confused. "How do you know I won't try anything? You just said you don't trust me."

"I don't. But I know you're not a greedy man. At least for a bounty hunter." You explain, trying to stay calm when he shifts his weight and leans in closer to you. "Or maybe it's just the fact that I can't seem to think straight whenever you're around."

You clearly couldn't control your mouth either.

Mando tilts his visor in surprise, but doesn't move or respond, staying as still as a sleeping drone. Shit. You messed up.

"I'm sorry!" You shake your head and take three steps back. "Shit, shit, shit, forget I said that."

You move your hands in embarrassment and start walking fast, not even bothering to check if he was following you or not. As soon as you reached your room, you closed the door behind you and almost banged your head against it.

"Fuck."

In the darkness of the room you hear Nyx yawn and feel him move closer to you. You could feel the anxiety creeping over you, and the animal could probably sense how bad you were feeling, since he started caressing you with his head.

"Shit, he surely thinks I'm a weirdo, doesn't he?" The embarrassment you were feeling was unbelievable, so all you could do was stare at the ceiling in silence, thinking about every possible outcome.

You probably stay like that about an hour or so before you hear a faint knock on your door. You didn't bother to move, if it was him, and you were sure it was, you wouldn't be able to face him.

After a while, you hear him sigh deeply and count his steps, guessing he's gone now. You decide you'll see how to deal with this situation tomorrow, for now, you'll just take a shower and go to sleep.

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

The next morning, however, you didn't deal with it at all. In fact, you decided it was better to avoid him. You get ready as usual, but when you were about to take him for breakfast as you had done for the past weeks, you sent a droid instead. Despite the fact that he had inherently told you he hates droids. And after that, you scape to the city alongside Nyx, to clear your mind.

You spend most of your day outside, escaping the public eye and mostly training in the woods, practicing bow and arrow. There's usually people around the place, but due to today's celebration everyone was probably downtown, getting prepared for tonight's bonfire. After a couple of hours, when the sky was turning pink and the clouds orange, you decided it was time to return to the palace.

Once in the shower you start thinking of how good it was to have time for yourself and how you hadn't thought about Mando at all during the day. Well, maybe just a little.

Okay, a lot. And that frustrated you.

You breathe in deeply and decide that probably reading a book could help your troubled mind. You get out of the bathtub and tie your hair in a knot above your head, a couple of rebel locks falling messily around your face. Since it was already late, you chose to wear your nightgown and a silk robe above it, in case the air in your room got cold.

But once you open the door to your room, you felt that something wasn't quite right. You immediately scanned the area for Nyx, but it was hard to see solely with the pouring moonlight. However, you still knew he wasn't there. When you finally identified an uncertain presence, you rapidly crossed the room to grab your bow and point an arrow towards the intruder. But then, in the middle of darkness you were able to perceive a hint of shiny beskar, shining through the nightlight.

"Mando?" You narrow your eyes before turning the nightstand lamp on. "Shit Mando, you almost sent me into a damn coma!"

You yell at him, leaving the weapon were it was before, taking a hand to your chest to settle your heartbeat. You look at him, expecting to see the man waving a white flag, after all, you'd just pointed an arrow to his chest. Nonetheless, Mando wasn't that easily scared (he was a mandalorian bounty hunter, for fucks sake), matter of fact, he seemed utterly calm despite it.

He was leaning against the wall, next to your bed, just as relaxed as he appeared yesterday noon in the razor crest, a leg crossed over the other and a nonchalant posture as his helmet's visor was fixated on your figure. However, something wasn't adding up. It was as if he resembled a time bomb, you don't know when it'll explode but you know that it eventually will. You couldn't help but wonder if this was how his victims felt whenever they saw him... Knowing that you'll be hunted down by him, just like a rat trapped inside a maze.

Somehow scary, but exciting at the same time. The mere thought and the way he was blatantly staring at you made the pitch of your stomach warm up and your heart race again.

"You've been avoiding me." He says in a modulated, low grunt.

Damn, his voice is hot.

"That's not- that's not it." Why are you stuttering?

"Yes it is. I came looking for you yesterday and..." He tries to keep his voice calm, but you could clearly tell he was mad. "Just when I thought I'd get to see you, you sent a droid to me." His breathing is irregular, you can tell even through the modulator. "You know I fucking hate droids."

Suddenly, you feel guilty and cornered. Yeah, you did know that. Now you feel not only embarrassed but stupid too, and you can't help but divert your eyes from him.

"No, look at me." Mando then straightens up and starts walking in your direction, slowly. "Just be honest..." his steps are heavy and his cape waves with the wind that enters through your balcony. "Why are you avoiding me?"

His voice was demanding, leaving no room for questions or complaints. You can't help but feel your nerves buzzing and your jaw clench at the sudden proximity between you. It was so overwhelming that you had to step back, even if he was still reaching out to you.

"I..." your back hits the wall and you're now pressed against it and the cold metal on his body, alarmingly close to yours. Shit, you felt your skin burning at the proximity, thinking about how much you needed his gloved hands on you. "I'm sorry."

"That doesn't answer my question." He says blankly, and now the distance between you seemed tortuous; the way his hard body lingered close to yours, so much you can see your warp reflection on his helmet, yanked in your direction, and feel each other's body temperature.

How frustrating.

"Fuck, Mando. I said I'm sorry, what else do you need to know?" The mandalorian's amo belt pressed against your chest when he leaned to reach your height, stretching an arm to the wall behind you, right next to your head, towering over you.

"The truth."

It was as if something snapped in your brain, like every cell in your body decided to explode and there was no way you could just hold your tongue back.

"You want the truth?" Your voice comes out sharp and accusing as you face him, all your previous embarrassment washing away with a jolt of courage. "The thing is, I don't even know how to act around you, Mando. You get in my head so fast that it's annoying! I may have a tiny, stupid crush on you that I don't know how to handle because no man has had me teasing him this much and not ask to see my tits right then and there. You. You however, seem to be unreachable and that is driving me fucking insane! You've got me begging for your attention like a silly teen who's never been with a man before."

You figure maybe that's enough, but no, now you couldn't stop talking.

"And I know you've seen me. I mean, seen me. So I figured, maybe he is interested... But, shit." Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you stare at where his eyes are supposed to be. "Fuck, it's like talking to a damn wall. It's incredibly stupid, cause I've never even seen your face, know barely anything about you and above all, I should hate you. That's what I've been thought my whole life, and in spite of that, I just want you to..."

Then you abruptly shut your mouth and throw your head back. You let out a deep sigh and divert your gaze to the balcony, from where the tall trees and mountains of Asteria were visible. Mando doesn't move a muscle, and your words simply float across the cold dorm.

"What?" He whispers after a moment, making you look back at him.

"Huh?"

Stars, why was his voice so warm and low, and sexy...? He could probably read you the instructions of a shampoo bottle and you'd still be turned on by it.

"You want me to do what?"

A shiver runs down your spine when the hand that was resting on the wall comes down to cup your cheek. The leather on his gloves is mild and you can't help but close your eyes at the contact., although just for a split second.

"You mean to tell me that–" you can hear Mando's heavy breathing as he tries to formulate a sentence. "For the past two weeks, you've been testing my patience, teasing the hell out of me..." his finger roams over your bottom lip and you melt under his touch, the kind you've been craving for. "All of those times when you'd accidentally bump into me, every single time you'd look up at me with those pretty eyes of yours– fuck- I thought... And here I was thinking it was all in my head." He snarls, and you can't believe his words.

"So you...?"

"Yes, I noticed." Suddenly, his other hand comes to rest on your hip. "But I figured, since you're engaged..."

"Not yet, technically. And it doesn't really matter. Until the wedding day I am allowed to fuck whoever I want." Your hands shot to his broad shoulders, but you're still uncertain.

"So that's what you want, then?" He grabs your waist with both his hands, digging his fingers with light strength. "You want me to fuck you?"

You nod, feeling yourself get wet at his words.

"You should've asked since the beginning." Mando groans, rubbing circles on your hips with his thumb. "Tell me, did you enjoy teasing me?" He asks in a murmur, deep from his throat.

"I- I didn't..." you gasp when his knee spreads your legs and you feel the cold air hit your exposed thighs, the movement dragging the fabric of your nightgown up. "I didn't know..." one of his hands comes to caress the newly exposed flesh and your mind struggles to focus on anything other than him. "I didn't think you cared."

You feel him huff a laugh. "You have no idea what you do to me..."

As his hand goes higher, you raise your leg to embrace him, bring his body closer to yours. Mando's hot and hard against you, and everything about him- about this, is exciting to you.

But then his hand suddenly stops and he lets go of you carefully, taking two steps back.

"Show me." He demands, voice steady and commanding. "Show me how much you want it."

You almost whimper at the loss of his tact, but the way he bossed you around turned a whole different level of excitement. You look at him through your lashes, not breaking the eye contact when you dropped the silk robe to the floor.

"Shit-." He chokes out a moan and you can't help but smirk. Your nightgown was completely translucent, and right at that moment you weren't wearing a bra. So, naturally, he couldn't help but stare at your breasts, the way your nipples were already hard and fully erect from excitement and the cold air.

You walk towards him slowly, letting him sink in the sight of your body. You place a hand on his chest plate and push him back slightly so he can sit on the edge of your bed. Mando's legs spread and you place yourself in between them.

"You- you're..." his breath hitches and then his hands are on you again. "So, so fucking beautiful. Fuck-"

One hand grabs your hip to keep you still while the other cups your breast over the thin fabric. Mando drags his thumb over your nipple, circling around it tortuously slow. You feel hypersensitive, moaning breathlessly when his other hand comes to your lower back.

"Mando..." your hand goes to his neck and you take his cape off, exposing a tiny bit of his tan skin. He squeezes your ass and you can't help the pant that escapes your parted lips. "Stars, you're killing me..."

You can't handle this pace anymore, so you come up to sit on his lap, straddling him.

"So impatient." He whispers, struggling to talk. "You've got to learn how to-how..." the words choke on his throat when you completely sit down on his clothed cock. His hands move from your inner thighs and slip under the gown, making their way over your waist and abdomen.

"I just..." your head goes to rest on his shoulder as you breath in his scent deeply. He smelled like soap, metal and leather. "I really need you, Mando." You say against his skin before placing a soft kiss near his Adam's apple. You feel him shudder and his cock twitches underneath you, further dampening your panties.

"Fuck this. Just-" he bucks his hips upwards and presses your body onto his, holding your waist and abruptly changing the positions so that he was now on top of you.

You hold back a chuckle at the motion, feeling his hands wandering through your body. You can't help the eagerness that scratches you, wanting to feel his skin pressing on yours. When he starts tracing the valley of your breasts with his fingertips you squeeze your thighs against his hips, but it seems like Mando wants to take his time to admire your body. However, every second that goes by in which he explores, yet ignores where you need him the most, simply increases your arousal and need.

You pinch your own nipple with your left hand, while the right one roams over the tent of his pants, looking straight at his visor. You saw your own reflection there, your open legs for his comfort, back arched just enough to give him the access needed, hair messy around your face and bedsheets while looking at him with begging eyes. You could understand why he was so entranced by the lewd sight. As Mando's hand goes up your neck, yours goes down to rub your clit over the thin fabric of your underwear and moan breathlessly at the contact.

The sound seems to ignite something in him, cause he immediately grabs your chin to hold your face in place and takes your wrist to stop the motion.

"We gotta work on that patience of yours." He murmurs, taking his thumb to your lips. You understand without the words, biting the top of his glove so he can take it off finally. His calloused hand is big and somewhat rough, just as warm as you thought I'd be and when his skin touches yours, it feels like your whole body is burning with desire.

"I've been patient." You whisper, closing your eyes when now both his both naked hands run circles on your nipples. "You neglected me."

"Mhm?" His voice sends vibrations through every nerve on your body. "You're right... And I'm sorry. Promise I'll make it up to you." After what seems like an eternity, his thumb goes directly for your clit, rubbing slow circles that snatch short moans out of your lips. "Shit- you're dripping-" Mando curses under his breath when he notices.

"It's you- your fault..." you can barely spit the words out. "Stars, I kept dreaming about th-this... Never thought it'd..." your panting increases when he moves your underwear to the side and the cold air hits your exposed, wet pussy. "It would feel this good..."

A low growl was his response and without warning he introduced two fingers in you, stretching you out with ease. You shut your eyes at the sudden action, but it didn't take long before he took them out, making you whine at the emptiness.

"Relax..." he murmurs as you look at his index and middle finger, glistening with your arousal. "We'll take it easy, ok? Let me know if I make you uncomfortable." His voice was soft and calming, although hoarse with desire, palpable even through the modulator of his helmet. You nod enthusiastically. "I need to hear it."

"Yes. Yes, Mando, please..."

The mandalorian raises his helmet just enough to take both fingers to his lips, licking them clean. The sight was filthy enough to send shivers down your spine, making you curse under your breath.

"Fuck..." he mutters, "you taste so good." The way he spoke plus the sudden grip on your inner thighs, spreading your legs, made you bite your lip to hold back your noises. "So good for me."

You grip the sheets, unable to hold onto him but desperate for some grounding contact. Mando then starts to take off your panties, slowly, helmet fixated just on your face while he gets rid of them. He gets on his knees between your legs, and you're pretty sure that his eyes are now on your dripping cunt. The bounty hunter kept murmuring dirty praises, but you were far too distracted with the sight to actually catch any of his words.

The cold beskar rubbed against your soft skin when he buried his face on your thighs, almost as if he wanted to feel your warmth even through the metal barrier. His tick fingers travelled from your tummy to your pelvis and then settled on your swollen pussy lips, making you gasp when his fingers entered you again. Only this time, he didn't remove them.

He was quick to find your sweet spot, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, curling them to hit all the right places while also rubbing your nub with his thumb. A mumble of inaudible curses left your lips, followed by light moaning. Mando inhales sharply, unable to hide his own excitement as he sees you rocking your hips to meet his pace, craving more of him.

"Look at you." He coos, voice darkened with lust. "You really want me so much that you'd just settle with my fingers?" You can't even answer properly, all you can hear now are the squelching sounds of your pussy, along with his ragged breathing. The mandalorian simply laughs.

You felt hot all over and the bottom of your stomach tightened as you were close to hitting that wave of pleasure you so looked for. But right when you were on the edge of reaching your high, Mando simply removed his hands from your body, making you whine at the sudden loss of ecstasy.

"What- why you'd stop for?" You manage to say, trying to catch your breath while supporting your weight on your elbows to look at him.

"I wanna try something." He says, standing to his full height. "Sit up." You do as told, letting the gown pool down once again. Mando holds your chin with one hand so that your eyes are fixated on his visor.

Maker, he almost lost it at that moment. Your eyes sparkled under the faint light, looking up at him almost pleadingly despite the mischievous smile that hanged on your lips and the messy hair that had loosen now, framing your features perfectly.

"Open." You took his fingers in your mouth, tasting yourself. You hollowed your cheeks and licked him clean, savoring his salty skin mixed with your arousal. You heard him choke down a moan before you let go of him and the sound was like music to your ears, adding to the heat between your legs.

"What's on your mind, Mando?" You ask, vaguely aware of how achingly hard he was under his pants, your mind still buzzing with pleasure.

"I'm going to make the most out of this empty palace." He answers, caressing your cheek with his thumb. "If I ask you to keep your eyes closed for a second, will you do it?"

You hesitate. There was a risk in that, something that would grant him a sense of power over you, and also, an opportunity. You didn't think he'd be stupid enough to try and runaway, but still...

"Please." He says, his voice barely audible. "Will you let me- can I...?" Mando struggles with words, sighing in desperation.

"Okay." You nod, giving him permission to do maker knows what. "But try anything funny and I swear, I'll-".

"I won't." You give him a warning look before closing your eyes shut. "Besides..." he says before you hear the sound of something similar to fabric ripping apart. "I want you. Probably too much to leave this planet before properly fucking you." You bite your bottom lip in expectation, sensing his movements and suddenly perceiving his body get close. Mando helps you out of the gown, removing the last piece of clothing that covered your body.

"Let me know if it's too tight." He whispers with the classic baritone voice. You're about to ask what he means, but instantly feel a pliable fabric covering your eyes.

"It's okay." You assure. "I feel somewhat weird and can't see shit, but... I'm alright."

You feel his body vibrate with a laugh. "Sure you can't see anything?"

"Yeah." He manhandles you to the middle of the bed, letting your head rest on your pillows. You can't help the nervousness and excitement that sits on the pit of your stomach. "Mando, I swear if you-"

Before you can finish the sentence, you hear a loud metallic thud on your nightstand, startling you. Soon after, you feel the bed give in under his weight and your heart starts thumping against your ribs.

"Mando..?" You mutter, tugging at the sheets beneath you.

"I'm here, cyare. I'm here." His hand traces the curve of your waist with a light, feathery touch, as if to calm you down. You gasp at the realization.

He's removed his helmet.

"Is-is this allowed?" You hiss when he settles between your legs once again, feeling a bit cold due to the wetness of your entrance.

"Loophole." He whispers in your ear, and you can't help but shudder.

His voice is velvety, manly and calming. For the first time since he's been in Asteria, you wonder how he'd look like under all that beskar. But no matter what, you were certain he was fairly attractive.

"How is your voice so hot?" You ask, hearing him chuckle. "It drives me insane." The heat of you body rises as he gets closer to you, and all of the sudden you feel the brush of his hair against your jaw. Your right hand shots to the nape of his neck, grazing the skin and his curls.

He has curly hair.

"You're so beautiful, cyare..." he murmurs before pressing his gentle lips under your ear, kissing the smooth skin. You ponder what that word he called you meant, all because it sounded so sweet coming from him. "You're the one that's got me acting like a complete fool."

Words get stuck in your throat when Mando starts placing hot, wet kisses along your jawline, neck and collarbones. His mouth feels heavenly and you can't help but notice the ticklish sensation of his facial hair roaming over the skin he grazes. Maker, how you wanted to look at him... But you can't even dare to touch his face, scared to cross his limits.

So your hand simply remains on his hair, messing it up, tugging your fingers on the soft locks and pulling, making him grunt at the feeling while your other hand holds tightly onto his bicep, digging your fingers on the muscle.

"Fu-fuck..." you groan when he shifts his weight and you feel his hard cock press against your inner thigh.

Mando's kisses travel to your breasts, and you moan mildly when his teeth catch your nipple, bitting and licking while fondling the other with his fingertips, leaving you a panting mess and increasing the wetness of your aching core, back arched to grant him all the access needed. He doesn't leave any part of your body unattended, almost as if he wanted to taste and touch every single section of you, get drunk on you.

Pants, moans and pleas kept leaving your parted lips, and you could tell just how mad that drove him, the fact that it was him and no one else granting you all this pleasure. Only him, a mandalorian, an outsider, could have the prettiest woman in that planet squirming underneath him. The fact that you couldn't see anything only made things ten times hotter, enhancing all your other senses.

"So beautiful..." he kept chanting, his body moving south, your hands never leaving him when he reached your throbbing cunt, but his lips only wandering around it.

"Pleasepleaseplease..." Mando laughs shortly, sending vibrations through your core.

"So eager." No time wasted, he bends down and licks slowly up your wetness, parting your pussy and teasing your clit. He almost goes feral at the way you tasted, much better than what he gathered from his fingers.

Unable to control your reactions, you grind your hips against his face and whimper at the sensation of his nose catching your clit, tugging at his hair. Mando pushes his tongue into you while holding your legs over his shoulders to keep you still.

At this point you're an absolute mess. And he can't say otherwise for himself. If anything, he was far worse; humping the sheets in hopes of reliving the aching pain on his rock hard cock. But Mando couldn't care any less... This, this- was his pleasure. You under him, shivering, moaning uncontrollably and struggling to say any other word that wasn't the name you called him while he greedily fucks you with his tongue, occasionally going to kiss and lick or rub your nub, eating you out like a starving man. Mando is absolutely lost in the way you take him, the flavor of your slick, how absolutely gorgeous you sound calling out to him and the divine image of you all spread out and blindfolded for him to wreck.

"Im gonna-" he hears your warning and immediately understands, but doesn't stop anyway. "Shit, shit, shit, Mando..."

Your body trembles as you start to feel the mind-blowing orgasm washing over you, eyes rolled at the back of your head and his name on your lips like a prayer. He doesn't slow down, never taking his eyes of off how pretty you look getting ruined by him. Your mind goes blank, overwhelmed by the hard hitting sensation as you melt beneath Mando, pulling his hair harshly and hearing him grunt.

He licks you clean, sending small shocks of overstimulation through you, eventually spreading light kisses around your abdomen while your chest rises and falls in an attempt to compose yourself. Shortly after you feel a shift in the positions.

"You did good. Hopefully that'll remind you not to send droids to my door when I'm hoping to see that sweet face of yours." The helmet's back.

"I'll think about it." You tease, his hands taking off the improvised blindfold carefully. You blink twice, adjusting your eyes and focusing on him. "May I make it up to you?" The question appeals to him more than you could possibly tell, but he still shooks his head, leaving you in awe.

"Later." He replies, putting his gloves back on and pulling the hair out of your face affectively, looking down at your bright eyes, still dazing with the effects of post-orgasm. "You have a promise to keep, remember?"

To be fair, you're pretty stunned at the moment, so you mutter a "I can't recall."

"You're taking me to that new year's celebration to watch the meteor shower. Did you really forgot?"

Oh.

You had, in fact, forgotten about that. And Mando knew it, but was still willing to bring it up so you wouldn't miss something as important.

"You sure you want to go?" He nods. "Fine, give a couple of minutes to make myself... Presentable."

[the-iceni-bitch]

A Warm Fire

Pairing: Valkyrie/Brunnhilde/Fem-Reader

Word Count: 3876

Summary: Val helps you warm up after you get caught in a storm.

Warnings: Fluff, Spoilers for Avengers: Infinity War and Endgame (erring on the safe side with this one), Explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex- f receiving, scissoring, fingering) SMUT, 18+

A/N: I’ve decided for my b-day week I want to bless all you sweet bitches with a brand new smutty fic each day. My holes are worn out from all the rough himbo sex I’ve been throwing at you, so today I wanted to soften things up with something for my WLW ladies. I sub for no man, but Val could spit in my mouth and turn me into a housewife!

“Well, fuck.” You sighed.

You had hoped you��d be able to outrun the storm you saw rolling in off the coast on your weekly trip to New Asgard but hadn’t even been driving for an hour when lightning started streaking across the sky and the clouds let loose a deluge that had your ancient pickup’s wipers maxed out. You couldn’t even see 20 feet in front of you and slammed on the brakes suddenly when you came upon a massive tree blocking the road. The engine stalled out and you had now been trying to turn it over for 10 minutes with no luck.

You had thankfully been able to contact Aud and Sigurd and have them bring your animals in and batten down the barn, but there was no way you were making it back tonight. You resigned yourself to sleeping in your front seat when a pile of rocks reared out of no where and tapped on your window, causing you to let out a shriek.

“Everything ok in there?”

“Jesus Christ, Korg, what are you doing out here?”

The massive Kronan straightened back up and you thought you saw his brow furrow before his face split open in a wide grin.

“Y/N, excellent! Some of us got concerned once the storm rolled in and Val sent out a group to make sure you made it off of the Fjord ok.”

“Ok, well clearly this piece of shit is not cut out for Skagerrak storms.” You told him as you stepped out into the deluge, pulling your parka around you tightly as the wind tried to whip your hood off. “I don’t suppose you drove here in any sort of vehicle?”

“As a matter of fact, Miek drove the Jeep.”

“I’m sorry, Miek drove?” The thought of the Sakaarian larval creature driving a vehicle filled you with equal parts horror and mirth. “Do you mind if I drive us back?”

“Probably for the best. I told him that knife hands are not conducive for steering but you know he doesn’t listen to me.”

You let out a laugh as Korg lumbered into the large trailer hooked to the back of the Jeep, causing it to sink into the mud a bit. Miek scooted into the passenger seat as you turned the vehicle around and started to head back to Tønsberg.

Your cautious driving extended the trip by a good 45 minutes. The thunder had stopped but it was still pouring as you parked the jeep in one of the converted stables. Korg and Miek gave you a wave as they headed back to Thor’s, Korg carrying 3 of the pallets of Aquavit you had brought with you earlier.

You headed towards the town square and saw Brunnhilde leaning against the posts in front of her small brick house, watching the storm that was still raging out at sea before she saw you and broke out in a grin.

“Y/N, I told you not to head out in this! That piece of shit truck of yours give out on you?”

“What do you think, Hilde? I just decided to walk all the back to your house for fun in this?” You shook out your hair as the two of you stepped inside, spraying her with a thin mist of rainwater.

“Ah, you bitch! Get out of those wet clothes, I got a fire started and some dry towels and blankets set out for you. Want a hot toddy?”

You winced at the thought as you started peeling yourself out of your soaked jeans. “I’d like to be able to wake up tomorrow hon. Your hot toddys are literally just a hot mug of Aquavit with a slice of lemon.” You cursed yourself silently for introducing the Asgardians to the spicy Scandinavian liquor that you now had to truck in every week. While it was extremely lucrative, they now put it in everything.

Hilde sauntered back into the main room carrying two steaming mugs as you wrapped yourself in a wool blanket and settled in front of the fire, wearing only your bra and panties.

She rolled her eyes at you and handed you a mug, which you took a wary sniff of and were pleasantly surprised to find it was just peppermint tea.

“You’re just a lightweight.” She said as she curled up in her armchair, wrapping one hand around her mug while the other picked up the worn book that was sitting on the end table.

“How do you like it so far?” You asked her, sipping your tea slowly as you waited for it to cool.

“The writing is lovely, but it’s pretty inaccurate.”

The friendship the two of you had built over the past 3 years was something truly lovely. When she and the rest of the refugees had landed, after the snap, they were all hollow shells of grief. Thor shut himself away almost immediately, and Hilde found herself thrust into a position of leadership she had never wanted. All of them wanted nothing more than to be left alone with their sorrows, doing just enough to keep themselves alive.

The first storm off the Skaggerak had almost devastated their new home though, and when she contacted Banner for help, he called you. You still kept in touch after your years together at university, and he knew you had settled somewhere in Norway and could arrive to lend a hand faster than he could.

Your arrival brought some much needed distraction to their sleepy town. You had managed to round up a group of your Norwegian neighbors, along with some fellow expats, and set about making the necessary changes to assure that New Asgard would be a thriving community. While the rest of your group set to restructuring architecture, and teaching the town’s new inhabitants the necessities of a seaside existence on the windy Fjord, you began the slow process of helping the refugees move on from their sorrow.

Your anthropology doctorate was specialized in Norse culture, after all, and you would often bring small reminders of their lost home with you whenever you came to visit. Whether it was a collection of replicated Talharpas, Skalmejens, and Lurs to give to the children to learn music or a large cache of drinking horns to stock their taverns, every time your truck came lumbering down the hills, Brunnhilde watched the faces of her citizens light up with anticipation for some new pleasant surprise. When you arrived with your first load of Aquavit and spent the night drinking with them and singing the drinking songs they knew well, you were all but confirmed as an honorary Asgardian. Your haunting rendition of Lilja actually brought tears to a few eyes.

Brunnhilde made sure to let you know how grateful she was as much as possible. She would always have some small gift for you when you arrived, but all you asked her for was to sit and talk, discussing the history of Asgard and the nine realms as you scribbled copious notes. She loved watching your face screw up in concentration as you bent over one of your notebooks, one stubborn lock of hair falling into your face.

She laughed to herself softly now as she remembered the visit a few weeks ago when she had first introduced you to her winged steed, Aragorn. Your look of awe had been replaced quickly with uncontrollable laughter when she had told you his name. You refused to tell her what was so funny, but she was determined to get it out of you at some point.

You had brought your original copy of Snorri’s Edda the next week, and she had read it through 3 times already.

She ran her hands softly over the spine of the book before tossing back the rest of her toddy and setting the book and her mug back on the end table before sinking to the floor behind you and nuzzling herself into your hair, sighing as she inhaled the scent of fresh rain.

You leaned back into her slowly, giving a soft hum of contentedness. She slipped the blanket off of your shoulders to pool around your waist as she left a trail of soft kisses down your neck, before softly raising a bruise into your collarbone with her mouth.

The moan you gave her made her grin against your skin, and she slipped one hand into the front of your bra, softly drawing her fingers across your nipple.

“Fuck, Hilde!” you pressed your chest further into her hand as her other moved behind you to unhook your bra and slip it off your shoulders, freeing your breasts. She felt your nipples harden against her fingers as she turned your head and slowly teased your mouth open with her tongue.

“Eyes open, pretty girl.” She whispered as her left hand continued to palm at your breast and roll your nipple between her fingers. You stared at her through your lashes as she brought her right hand up and put her index and middle finger in your mouth. You gave them a soft nip before sucking and swirling your tongue around them slowly.

She grinned at you wickedly as she dragged her soaked fingers down your torso at an agonizing pace, leaving a thin trail of your saliva before she tucked them under the edge of your panties and dragged them over your sopping cunt, separating the soft folds there to tease against your entrance.

“Oh, poor baby, look how much this pussy missed me?” She said as you let out a thin keen, screwing your eyes shut and dropping your head against her neck. She slapped your tit suddenly and tweaked your nipple hard, making you gasp. “You better keep those eyes open if you want me to let you come sweetheart. You want me to stretch this pretty pussy around my fingers and make you feel good?”

“Yes, god” you let out breathlessly, forcing your eyes open as she studied your face.

“Ah, ah, ask nicely.”

“Yes please.” You hissed as her fingers continued to tease at your folds, lightly brushing against your clit.

“Good girl”

She slipped one finger inside of you slowly and you immediately clenched around it as she pressed it against that soft spongy spot.

“Ooh, honey. You’re so fucking tight, I’m gonna stretch you out so good.” She whispered against your lips as she kissed you softly.

Her second finger slipped in easily and she started fucking them into you slowly, pressing her palm against your clit as she did so and your arousal seeped all over her hand. Your breath was hitching in your chest as she increased her pace.

You felt yourself flutter around her and it took all of your willpower to not screw your eyes shut and drop against her shoulder. You ground yourself against her hand as she suddenly slowed down, hungry for more friction.

“You want me to add another finger, sweet girl?” She asked slyly, teasing her promise against your entrance.

You didn’t trust yourself to speak so you nodded at her, your chest heaving as she continued palming your breast and you felt a resounding shiver in your core.

“You’re lucky I’m soft on you sweetie, I should be making you beg for this.” She murmured as she shoved all three of her fingers in suddenly, causing you to let out a small cry as she started fucking them into you at a rough speed. “I’m just finishing you off so I can feel this sweet mouth of yours on my cunt. You want to taste me baby?”

“Shit, Hilde!” The thought of her taste on your tongue sent you over the edge as she drove her palm into your clit one last time and you released around her, fluttering as you soaked her hand. Her strong arms held you still as your orgasm wracked you and every muscle trembled. Once you had ridden it out, she drew her hand out of your ruined panties to suck on her fingers.

“Mmm, you taste so good honey. Don’t you think?” She placed her mouth on yours and pressed her tongue against yours and you moaned as you tasted your own release.

“Help me out of my clothes baby, I need to ride that pretty face.”

She climbed around you and settled into your lap, kissing you deeply and making happy little humming sounds. You drew her sweater up over her head and tossed it aside, and were pleasantly surprised to see she wasn’t wearing a bra. You gave her a wicked grin before lifting her up and pressing her chest to your face, latching your mouth to one of her nipples as your hands cupped her ass through her leggings. She gave a light laugh and tossed her head back as her fingers carded themselves through your hair. You brought one of your hands between the two of you, shoving it down the front of her leggings and drawing your fingers through her slick, making her gasp.

“God, baby, you’re so fucking greedy.” She laughed lightly as you peppered her chest with kisses, occasionally creating some light suction with your tongue to raise a light bruise. “Mmm, you know just what to do, but I want to come all over that beautiful face of yours.”

You smiled against her chest as you gently nuzzled yourself between her breasts before falling back abruptly and making her gasp.

“You are being such a trouble maker, today, Y/N. Fine, I’m going grind your pussy so good before I rub that smirk off your face with my cunt.”

She sat up between your legs a drew your soaked panties off before removing her own leggings. She stretched your right leg off to the side and lightly drew her fingers up the inside of your thigh, removing them right before she reached your quivering pussy and making you whine.

“Don’t be a brat baby. Look at this pretty pussy, just weeping for me.” She stared at your swollen cunt with a grin as she hooked a hand under your left knee and positioned herself so she was straddling you, her soft folds just kissing yours as she hovered there. “You want to feel my pussy on yours, baby? Want me to grind that clit so good? You better fucking beg for it.”

“Oh god, pleasepleaseplease…” you let out in a hiss as she pressed herself down and ground herself into you.

“Mmm, I feel that sweet pussy quivering for me. God, you’re like my own fucking vibrator.” She kept twisting her hips into yours, hitting you at that perfect angle each time and making you mewl and whimper unintelligibly as she edged you closer to your release. She unbent your right leg slowly, running her thumb up your calf before nipping at the pad of your big toe, making you arch into her. “No no, sweetheart, isn’t it so much better when you hold still? You know I’ll take care of you.”

She stretched your right leg out so you were wide open and pinned your thighs down with her hands as she picked up the pace. She bit her lip and gazed down at you through hooded eyes and you felt her core twitch against yours. One more drive of her hips and you came apart at the same time, your releases mixing together to coat the insides of your thighs. You let out a scream while she just gasped, still managing to hold you down as your pleasure wracked through you and you wound your hands into the blanket beside you for some kind of anchor.

“Fuck baby, this pussy is so good to me. I wanna run my tongue over this pretty cunt while I ride your face. You better be good for me.”

She twisted herself around to straddle your face. You softly nipped at her left cheek then gave her ass a slap, making her yelp, and she responded by smacking your pussy twice before grinding into your face.

“Oohh, are you going to be a bad girl?” She scolded you as you wrapped your arms around her thighs and teased her folds with your tongue. “Am I going to have to edge you all nigh… Fuck!!” Your tongue found her entrance and you moaned into her cunt, causing vibrations that made her clench against your face. “God, baby, you’re so good at that. Your miss this pussy so bad, look at the mess you’re making.” She separated your folds and softly blew against your clit before shoving three fingers into you with no preparation. “Mmm, you’re fucking ready for me sweetheart, I’m barely even stretching you now. You want me to add another finger?”

She gave your clit another soft slap and you came suddenly, legs and core trembling as you clenched and released around her fingers. You tried to come up for air, but Hilde just ground her hips into your face.

“Na-ah.” She scolded you. “You wanted to get fresh with me and now you better make me come if you want to breathe. You get to work. I’m going to wring every ounce of pleasure out of this pussy until you give me what I want, I don’t care if you pass out.”

She inserted a fourth finger into your canal and started to fuck them all into you, flicking soft kitten licks against your small bundle of nerves before she latched onto it, sucking hard.

Tears started streaming down your face as another orgasm ripped through you. You were starting to feel light-headed from a mixture of pleasure and oxygen deprivation. She drew her tongue slowly up and down your entrance while her fingers kept moving inside you, doing her best to lap up your release before her tongue went back to massaging your clit.

You barely skimmed your teeth against her clit and she let out a soft cry against you, slapping your pussy in response and making you come again. You shook your head to bury yourself deeper into her folds and fought off the urge to pass out before shoving your tongue into her pussy and bringing your fingers up to rub harsh circles into her tiny apex of pleasure.

She collapsed against you at the sudden change in sensation with a gasp before she rose up to really grind into you.

You started fucking your tongue in and out of her, making sure to press it against her g-spot each time and felt her thighs tense around your face.

“God baby, don’t fucking stop. Fuck, just like that, right there. That tongue of yours is so fucking good. You’re so fucking good. Feels so good.” You knew when she started babbling breathlessly like this she was close. She brought one of her hands up to palm her breast as her other gripped the wrist of the hand you had working her clit, making sure you didn’t move away.

Just as the edges of your vision started to close in, you felt her core vibrate and her cunt clenched around your tongue as her release gushed into your mouth. The only sound she made was a rapid breathless pant and she rolled off of you slowly, finally allowing you to suck in oxygen as stars swam behind your vision. You did your best to catch your breath as you felt her stretch languidly beside you before she sat up to stare at you.

“Fuck, baby. I don’t know why I let you take this pussy away from me. I know you just lay there by yourself every night dreaming of my fingers buried in you.” She slowly drew a hand along your slit and you groaned when she brushed against your overstimulated clit. “Just swollen and crying for me. Whose pussy is this baby?” She asked you, curling her fingers against your mound.

You knew if you didn’t tell her what she wanted to hear, she would wring it out of you, and if you had any more orgasms you were going to pass out. “Yours, baby.” You murmured, staring at her through your eyelashes.

“Good girl.” She patted your cunt twice, making you twitch, before she bent down and kissed you softly.

She stood up and collected your mugs and brought them back into the kitchen, wiggling her ass at you when she felt you watching her, making you laugh.

“Can you throw some more logs on the fire, Y/N? I’ll grab us some clean blankets and pillows and we can sleep out here.”

“Yes ma’am.” You called back to her, breaking the current logs apart with the poker before adding three new ones and stoking it. You gathered your discarded clothes and the soiled blanket in a bundle and headed to the bathroom to put them in the hamper and run a damp towel against your sex to clean up, bringing another out with you as you headed back to the fire, where Hilde had piled a ridiculous amount of blankets and pillows in a massive nest for the two of you.

You sank down next to her and she drew your face to hers for a kiss. You smiled against her lips as you gently drew the soft towel you had brought with you over her cunt and along her thighs to clean her off as she gave a contented sigh.

“Stay.” She said softly, nuzzling softly into your neck as you held her against her chest and slowly sank back against the pile of cushions, giving her hair a soft kiss.

“Hilde, the road is out, I’m not going anywhere until tomorrow.”

“No, Y/N. Stay. Move here with me. I need you.” She looked up at you with genuine pleading in her eyes. You had never seen such open emotion on her face before.

You only had to think about it for a minute. The weeks between your trips were always spent planning your next visit. Thinking over what you wanted to talk to Hilde about. Your bed felt empty without her there.

“I need you too baby. I love you.” You whispered to her, tipping her chin up to look into her eyes as you gave her a gentle smile.

Her face split into a grin. “Is that a yes?”

“Of course, Hilde.”

“Oh god, Y/N, I love you too!” She drew your face down to hers and kissed you deeply, clutching you to her needily before releasing you with a grin. “I miss that pussy almost as much as it misses me.”

You laughed at that and laid back with a sigh. Hilde rested her head between your breasts and brought her hands close around your sides, pulling the thick wool blanket around the two of you tightly.

“Just make sure Miek doesn’t try to fight my sheep again.” You whispered to her, running a hand softly up and down her back.

“That was a misunderstanding.” She smiled against you as her breathing slowed and deepened, and she sunk closer to sleep.

The two of you laid there intertwined for the rest of the night, drifting off as the fire crackled and died. You had never felt so content in your life.

[naerwenia]

No Kisses on the Mouth (Part 1 of 2)

Pairing: Grand Moff Tarkin/Reader

Summary: Tarkin gives you a second chance after it is found out you have been seen with known rebels. Few years later, you a working under Director Krennic at Imperial Advance Weapon Development, and one night Grand Moff Tarkin wants a personal debrief on your progress.

Tags/warnings: NSFW 18+, smut, bdsm, dom!Tarkin, sub!reader, afab!reader, spanking with a belt and hand, part 1, self-insert

A/N: Oh god, what have I done... This was inspired by a session in our SW RPG campaign, where my character had to think if she would take the opportunity to go back to be just a medic, to be forgiven for her anarchistic deeds. Also inspired by my own adventures as a pet, and the music of Spiritual Front and Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio. I was supposed to write smut, but it took over 2000 words to get to even a hint of eroticism. I split this into two, so I can post this now and get back to figuring out how to write smut. Also on Ao3

“Look around you, there is no one here, just you and me. Don’t you want to just move on, and fulfil your promise?” he said, looking down on you, making sure you knew you were beneath him, yet comfortable in the chair he had shown to you. Talent was hard to come by, and keeping passion alive in the military environment was hard, yet Tarkin and you shared something, a drive maybe, in your respective fields. And now you were there, in front of him, afraid to ask forgiveness or leniency, as he had summoned you there before any of the information the Imperial Security Bureau had gathered found their way to other ears in the Empire, or even the Imperial Star Destroyer you were stationed at. In ordinary situations, Tarkin would not have hesitated to act, but there was something, maybe an aspect of your character that suggested he might be able to wrap you in strings with ease and play politics through you at some point in the future. So he offered his hand, an open offer that may include as much or as little as he said, because the other option was being at the mercy of ISB.

“Yes, Grand Admiral,” you replied and, with some fear in your movement, you took his hand. It was a firm and surprisingly warm handshake, which reminded you to move your gaze to meet his, blushing for forgetting that again. It was embarrassing, but he seemed to not be offended by your mistake, or maybe it was refreshing to not have to reprimand a young officer with a cocky gaze and ego larger than Coruscant. You, on the other hand, just wanted to do your job, create something with your hands, something to make the world better, or even just make someone’s life better. Design jewelry, facilities, architecture, maybe get to make more accessible designs for the Empire. The only way to that was through a handshake with Tarkin and submitting to be his pawn. 

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There weren’t many secluded spaces in Coruscant, but you had one in mind. It was not really one where you could be alone for sure, but it was a bit out of the way and up a stairway that was rarely the best way to offices on the ship, so you pushed past a few office workers to get there. It was not as quiet as your apartment, but at least no one could find you there, at least not as quickly as if you were just crying in your room. Yet, you wanted to be found, to be comforted, not right now but exactly at this moment. You were strong enough to take care of yourself, and crying over some words from the Director was just embarrassing. He was someone you looked up to, someone whose works inspired you, and his critique of your work was harsh, not like it wasn’t unearned, but it hurt, it made you feel useless, and running away was the only thing you knew at that moment. 

Stopping around a corner, just a few steps away from a walkway used by the patrolling officers, you slumped to the street, but to the ground, not caring if the skirt was ruined. This was just another day at the Director’s design department for his vanity project, and this was not the first piece of clothing it had claimed, but definitely the first that was messed by you. 

The air of Coruscant was brisk for once, the evening was young and getting colder, and the lights danced in your vision, bleeding into each other in the skyline. Different shades of yellow, red, and orange, and other colours of the rainbow accenting them, the skyline was different once again. Maybe it wasn’t, maybe you just felt like it, but the feeling wasn’t anything new. No matter how long you spent at a place, you failed to find your place. Like there was a barrier that prevented you from crossing over to other people’s lives, failing to live like others. So here you were, looking at a city that held as many secrets as you, viewing it like a theatre stage, something you wanted to believe to be real, yet not, so you have to remind yourself to believe the façade, that it is not just a painting, a stage, and that you are a person sitting in the shadows of Coruscant’s administrative district. Some days it felt like you were more part of the shadows than flesh, and today was one of those days.

The com beeped, someone was trying to reach you. As much as you’d like to just leave it, it might be work-related, and you didn’t want any more tears from there. 

“Imperial Military Department of Advanced Weapons Research’s director’s assistant’s...'' you answered the call, but were cut off, thankfully, not having to recite your full title and workplace. There was only a minor hesitation, yet enough for Tarkin to notice, but he kept his words under too much control for someone like you to notice, but you knew. It was obvious and very much like him to notice and note small things like that so he could use them to his advantage in the future.

“We should meet,” Tarkin’s voice was matter of fact, cool but not cold, and almost demanding but not unreasonable. He knew what he wanted, you had it, and you had to meet him to answer those demands. This sudden call made you smile, a sweet, pleased smile that someone like Grand Moff would want to meet you, and you had no reason to refuse.

“Certainly, sir. Should we…” you started, yet were cut off by him. Not rudely, not even suddenly, just noting he would rather have things his way than waste his precious time with meaningless chit-chat, and that made you happy, having someone to tell you what they needed from you, so you didn’t have to disappoint them by trying to guess what they actually meant with their words.

“Your apartment, tonight. I will meet you there in an hour,” Tarkin stated clearly, and with another “Yes sir” from you, the conversation was over.

The mix of emotions was both delightfully ironic as tears dropped down your cheeks, but there was a warm feeling in the chest under a heavy weight and the warmth, with Grand Moff’s words ringing in your head, made you smile through the hurt. With a sweep of your hand, you dried your tears with your sleeve, smudging the mascara on your face and the sleeve of your jacket.

Since he had said it would take him an hour to meet you at your place, you decided to walk the way there, spending around 30 minutes navigating the streets of Coruscant. The streets offered a variety of sounds, loud and intimidating, but this was one of those days you needed sounds to remind you of where you were, and the slight exercise helped to ground you to the moment, to your body. All that was thrown away as you opened the door to find Tarkin sitting in your living room. A small squeak left your lips, but her own hand on her lips silenced any other noise she might have made, and with a long breath and sigh she tried to calm her pulse. 

“I’m sorry, sir, your presence surprised me,” you said, turning away for a moment to close the door, “Would you like some Corellian whiskey, maybe tea from Felucia?”.

“Whiskey is fine. You might want one for yourself too,” he said, “There are things I want to discuss first hand with you rather than trust these… rumors”.

A surprised look over your shoulder met the Moff’s blue eyes. Certainly there wasn’t anything you had done that would merit rumours, but what others found interesting to talk about wasn’t something that ever made sense. It already felt like the Director had pitted others against you, yet found time to give you kind gestures when no one was looking. He was more than harsh with his words when others were looking, but in the end it seemed like some of your more out there ideas were incorporated to the designs. The whiskey’s smell and drip on your finger made you quickly realize you had poured more than enough in one glass and had to pour from that glass to the other. You could drink the whole glass, might even that night, but Grand Moff would frown upon it, and his disapproval would not be something you could handle at the moment. So you took the glasses, one in each hand, and gave one to Tarkin with a kind smile, only to be met with his unreadable expression. No matter how you smiled to him, he never returned even a twitch of a lip, but it didn’t matter, the fact he had found his way here to share a drink with you was more than enough to send your heart fluttering.

As you sat down, Grand Moff began his questioning that felt like an interrogation if you didn’t know him better. “What have you told Krennic? Or your coworkers?” Grand Moff asked, narrowing his eyes as he studied your expressions. A sigh left your lips.

“Nothing. Just what you told me: I’m a design engineer, was recruited by the COMPNOR and transferred to ISB so I could be more useful to Empire with my technical knowledge, but I’m more interested in the designing process. So now I’m designing Krennic’s pet project, a death laser in the sky,” you answered. You wanted to ask about the rumours, but you knew better than to ask, he would tell you when or if you needed to know. 

“Nothing else? To anyone, not even a friend?” he inquired.

“No, I… Don’t really spend time with any of them, I’ve only exchanged a few words with Director Krennic after hours. Nothing other than work related, except with Krennic the other day,” you said, and the small space where you drew a breath was more than enough to make Tarkin think you had something to hide, but you knew better than to try hiding anything from him.

“A conversation with Krennic? And you are certain you didn’t say anything that might catch his interest?” Tarkin asked, with a raise of his eyebrow.

“No, he just wanted to ask how I was managing my new position, and why I was staying for so long after hours. All I said I was fine, I had nothing better to do so I finished the design, he seemed to like it. He said he appreciated my enthusiasm and how clean my designs were,” you said, and a warm, happy smile grew on your face, heating your cheeks. Tarkin put his glass on a table and stood up, taking very deliberate steps toward you, so you put your glass away and stood up, just in case he needed something from you. Your heart stopped, skipped a few beats, as Tarkin pushed you to the wall, gripping your shoulders and keeping you an arms length away. The suddenness of the motion and pain of hitting the wall while strong fingers dug into your flesh finally made you look into his eyes, looking for an answer for the change in him. His eyes now a few shades darker in the shadows, his lips dry and breath hot, and with an expression of furious disappointment, he puts two fingers, long and warm, of his right hand under your chin to keep your eyes on him. 

“You do as I tell you, always?” he asked.

“Always, sir,” you answered.

“Then take off your shirt,” he whispered before taking a step back so he could see you fully. A shiver of cold went through your body, but you complied. As your hands began opening the buttons, quietly trembling in fear, Tarkin licked his dry lips and let his eyes wander over your body, letting his mind memorise the patterns of your curves. Though his hand was no longer under your chin, you tried to keep your eyes up, trying to meet his gaze and follow his silent command. Shirt open, you throw it on the floor, and Tarkin immediately commands you to take off your skirt. With a small flick from your wrist, you open the zipper and let your skirt fall to the floor. The mock garter wasn’t something Grand Moff had expected, but the red suited you well and it left your bottom nicely exposed, only panties left to guard your cunt.

“To the bed, now, on your hands and knees,” Grand Moff ordered, and you obeyed. As you walked to the bedroom, he followed in your footsteps. You could hear him open his belt buckle. It let out an audible cling as he pulled it through the loops and folded it, a sharp snap as he felt it in his hands. As you assume your position, he slapped your bottom with his bare hand once, then twice, and grabbed the bottom. He wanted to go on, wanted to feel your body, taste and devour you, but he had to control the situation, he wanted to control every aspect of this encounter. With a word he could make you cum, make you please him in a way he had not felt before, he would make you scream in pain and pleasure, he would torture you in all the ways that made you wet, and he would make you like every second of it. The rules were simple and lax: No kisses on the mouth, and no lasting scars. There was no love in his desires, but the jealousy that he felt when he had found out Krennic had asked about you from ISB, seeming like you had caught his eye and he wanted to get close to you. The smile you gave when talking about Krennic made Tarkin feel something different, something he needed to let out, and now he could, with the leather belt on your bottom. Slap, flick, smack, slap, few seconds of silence, slap, smack. He let out a heavy sigh, letting you rest for a moment there, in front of him holding back tears and trying to adjust to the sudden pain. It wasn’t unexpected, just harder than before, and your hands gripped the bed sheets, knuckles almost as white as the sheet itself. 

“You may moan for me,” Tarkin instructed before letting his hand grab the cheeks of your bottoms, gently giving it a spank with the palm of his hand. A moan, needy and pained, left your lips, and was answered with a twitch in his lips, like a smile, but there was no one to see it, at least at that moment.

[bonesaldente]

Caliginous I Darth Maul x Reader

Chapter 13: The Invasion of Naboo

ao3

previous chapter

chapter overview

warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, little bit of biting otherwise no real kinks and I tried to refrain from using overly vulgar language

Disclaimer: please remember that this is fiction, and that you should always use protection when having sex and that you also probably shouldn’t bite unless you asked your partner beforehand idk man you get the idea

ALSO: long chapter ahead, I’m not sorry

words: ~4000

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Nervously, you pace back and forth in front of the spaceship. Maul has been gone for well over fifteen minutes now, which in and by itself would be no cause for worry - the starship you’ve seen take off from his direction, however, is to be taken as a bad sign.

Something went wrong.

You can’t even get yourself to be annoyed by the heat, all that’s on your mind is Maul’s absence. What if he got injured? What if he is hurt and unable to get back to you, bleeding out somewhere in the desert? Or if the Jedi took him with them? What if, and you shudder at the thought, just now was the last time you saw him?

You flop down onto the ramp, hugging your knees while your fingers start to fiddle with a knife, spinning it - it’s an anxious habit that you’ve had for years, but ever since you were in Maul’s company you dropped it.

But now that he is gone, the urge to do it is right back, proving to you what you always suspected; Your biggest fear is of being alone.

You slowly sway back and forth, still holding on to your own legs tightly, anchoring yourself in the present.

‘He’ll come back’

You repeat it in your head as if saying it would make it true, as if your sheer willpower would be enough to bring him to you right now.

 A quickly approaching sound makes your head snap up from where it was buried behind your knees. There, on his speeder, is Maul. Unscathed.

The breath you release feels heavier than any boulder could ever be.

“You’re alive.” You rasp as he steps off the vehicle.

“They got away.” He is fuming, you can tell that in his mind, he is replaying everything that happened, where he went wrong.

“I thought they hurt you. I saw the ship take off and -”

“I wasn’t good enough,” He is shaking his head, face twisted in pain. “They escaped because I failed!”

“You’re alive,” You repeat, insistently, though you know it offers little comfort to him. “You’ll get another chance.”

“This was supposed to be my chance. I was meant to take them out today, but I was too weak, I-”

“Cut it out!” You snap. It would be borderline comical how offended he looks, if it weren’t for the seriousness of the situation. “You’re single handedly the best, most dangerous fighter I’ve ever encountered. They got away because they got lucky and there is no point in trying to blame yourself, because it won’t change a thing. Next time, things will go differently.” While you were talking you walked up to him, so that now, you’re close enough to rest a hand against his cheek.

His eyes are wide with astonishment, then they flutter shut as he takes a deep breath, leaning into the touch.

“They won’t escape next time,” he mumbles into your hand.

“No, they won’t,” you whisper back.

*

The familiar hum of the engine does little to relax you. You’ve given up on sleeping by now, and are just waiting for Maul to finish his call with his master, while your legs lean against the wall and your head hangs upside down from the edge of the bed.

You wouldn’t want to be in Maul’s shoes now - having to tell his master that he failed to kill the Jedi. Actually, you wouldn't want to be in his shoes in the first place; being an apprentice to Sidious seems dreadful enough.

The two of you took off only a few hours after the Jedi left, and as soon as you left the atmosphere, Maul contacted his master. He’s been talking to him in the cockpit ever since, for at least ten minutes now.

The lift doors opening makes you peer to the right, still upside down.

“We are heading- What are you doing?” He looks slightly perplexed.

“I don’t really know,” you admit, stretching out your arms to meet the floor and swiftly rolling off the bed to look at him from a standing position.

“Where are we headed?”

“Naboo. The Trade Federation is taking complete control of the planet and my master foresees that their queen will return there soon. For the time being, we will stay in the palace in Theed.”

“The palace?” You raise your eyebrows. “Not bad. Haven’t slept in a proper bed in forever.”

The corner of his mouth twitches. “It will certainly be a pleasant change.”

You wonder if you will share a room. You would like to. Are you two at that stage yet? What’s considered a ‘bed-sharing’ stage? You wouldn’t know, and you doubt it’s something that Sidious taught Maul.

Guess you will just have to let it surprise you when you’re there.

 You have to admit; Naboo does have its charm. From what you can see flying over the planet, there’s big lakes, torrential rivers and green forests as far as the eye can see. The settlements you have seen so far all looked small, but far from poor.

You almost feel sorry you’re partaking in the plot to take over their system. Almost.

The capital, Theed, tops it all off. Even you, uncultured as you are, are able to admire the stunning architecture as you close in on the landing platform, but your attention is quickly stolen by the two figures you can make out walking towards the ship, escorted by a group of battle droids.

“The viceroy, and his lieutenant,” Maul utters, still maneuvering the ship for the landing.

“So, on a scale from one to ten, how nice do we need to be to them?”

Maul snorts.

“Let’s put it this way: They need us more than we need them.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

 You can feel their eyes on you as the ramp descends, and you don’t need the force to know that they are scared; their postures give it away.

Both you and Maul have got your hoods on, and you hope it will be effective in keeping an air of mystery around you: You have no interest in anyone getting the idea that you are at least a little bit approachable - all of these dirty politicians can stay away from you. Most likely, Maul’s mere presence should accomplish that, but you still like to make your own impression on them.

“Lord Maul, it is our honor to have you here.” Nute Gunray speaks a heavily Neimoidian accented Basic, that is the first thing you notice. The second thing is the way he holds himself; basically cowering before Maul, his whole body language speaking of submission. It is not the appearance of a leader, in your opinion. But, then again, what do you know about politics?

Their gazes are lingering on you, before Gunray resumes speaking.

“We were unaware that you would bring company. Should we prepare another room- ”

“That won’t be necessary,” Maul brushes him off in a dark tone that allows no questions.

“Very well, my Lord.”

So you are at the ‘bed-sharing’ stage. That’s good to know.

Maul sets a fast pace to the end of the landing platform, and it’s entertaining to watch the two Neimoidians struggle to keep up with him despite their much longer legs (their fancy robes are holding them up).

They lead you inside to a lavish conference room, where they start briefing Maul on the situation of the planet. Time and time again you feel Gunray stare at you, his unspoken question up in the air: Is this woman to be trusted?

You just stare right back, almost daring him to voice his concern out loud and see what happens.

He doesn’t.

You have yet to say a single word, but the Neimoidian’s constant looks your way start to annoy you.

“Is there something you’d like to say, Viceroy?” You snap.

The man flinches visibly.

“Respectfully, madam, who are you?” He finally asks.

Good question.

‘Well I used to be a contract killer, but now I work for Lord Sidious and occasionally make out with his apprentice,’ may not be an appropriate answer.

Maul shoots you an amused glance that goes unnoticed by the others and speaks up for you.

“We work together.”

‘Oh, is that what it is?’, you think.

You didn’t expect to hear his voice in your head again, so his reply surprises you.

‘You’re feisty today.’ The corner of his mouth twitches subtly.

Gunray seems to take the hint to not push the matter any further, and continues to explain their moves against local resistance to the invasion. None of it is of much interest to you, so for the next hour or so, you mostly tune out, only listening up whenever the queen and her Jedi protectors are mentioned.

Finally, they seem to wrap it up.

“A droid will show you to your quarters.” The Neimoidian tilts his head as a sign of respect before retreating.

A silver service droid awaits you at the door and starts leading you and Maul through the palace with a low speed that you otherwise would have been irritated by, but it gives you a chance to appreciate your surroundings, so you’re okay with it.

The sun is setting outside, and its rays illuminate the high corridors gently, painting every wall in gold. The setting gives the place an almost magical aura, and it's easy to be entranced by the ceiling-high paintings and statues of queens long gone.

The droid slows to a halt before a large wooden door, its metal torso awkwardly bowing to you before it turns around and leaves you.

 The room that’s been designated to you is vast and extravagant, equipped with an ornamented desk in front of a high window, right next to a balcony with a view over the waterfalls that fall from the palace into a lake. A large table that could very well fit over ten people is decorated with an intricately embroidered tablecloth (though you’re not quite sure why anyone would want that many people in what is basically their bedroom).

A door to your left leads to a bigger refresher than you’ve ever been in your entire life, and to your right- Well, to your right, there’s the bed.

It looks more luxurious and comfortable than anything you’ve ever owned. Never have you slept in a bed that allowed you to spread out your arms all the way, and you’ve most certainly never slept on a mattress that even from afar looks this soft.

It makes you wonder how weirdly your life has changed.

“To your liking?”

Maul’s smooth voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you hum in approval, though your mind is not quite at ease yet.

“So the plan remains unchanged? You take the Jedi on by yourself the next time we encounter them?” You burst out, unable to contain the conflict inside you anymore.

“Nothing has changed. If it weren’t for their luck, I would have killed them already.” He sounds grim.

You grimace. “Waiting for you to come back on Tatooine was a nightmare, Maul. I thought you got hurt or worse and… I’m not sure I can do it again.”

“I won’t get hurt,” he says insistently.

You throw up your hands in exasperation.

“That’s easy for you to say! But when you’re out there, things happen so fast. And…” your voice becomes a little more timid. “isn’t my purpose kind of to … support you?”

“Your purpose,” he draws out the word as if it were an insult, “is to live. And when you’re there with the Jedi, I can’t ensure that.”

“Fine. Whatever,” you huff, still not content.

“You understand this is to your protection, right?” Maul takes a few steps toward you. “If you got hurt, I… I don’t know what I’d do.”

“Technically,” you give him a sheepish smile, “I’ve gotten hurt on multiple occasions already.”

Shaking his head at you, he retorts: “You know what I mean.”

He is close enough now to extend his hand and brush his knuckles against your cheek. Despite your desperate attempts to stay angry, you can’t help but lean into the touch.

“I knowwhat you’re capable of,” he whispers, crossing what little space there is left between the two of you. “But I worry.”

“You think I don’t?” Your retaliation sounds as weak as your resolution is.

“You shouldn’t.” He leans in to kiss you, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.

The feeling of his lips on yours makes you forget about the argument, forget about the approaching threat and all other problems. Slinging one arm around his neck, you try to elongate this moment, wishing you could stay like this forever and just ignore all your responsibilities. Your other hand flies up to the back of his head, moving around a bit before settling around a perfectly curved horn, your thumb circling around the base absentmindedly. You aren’t even aware of what you’re doing until the feeling of Maul’s lips changes, the tiniest of moans falling from them. Your eyes open in surprise, just barely catching the way his eyelids flutter in pleasure. Unintentionally, you freeze your movements, causing him to snap out of the haze, his eyes giving away his own surprise at the reaction to the touch.

Before he can say anything, you start rubbing the base again, all the while keeping eye contact, curiously watching for his response to your little experiment.

Canines flash as he bites his lip, seemingly trying to suppress any more unintentional noises. His breaths, short and ragged, fan over your face as he stares down at you with half-lidded eyes.

Your own breath catches in your throat at the sudden turn from romantic to sexual, making you painfully aware of the aching need you have felt for so many rotations now.

Maul leans in again, lips brushing over your ear, whispering:

“If you keep doing this, I may not be able to control myself much longer.”

You are trembling with anticipation, your own breaths getting shallow. “I’ll take that risk.”

His lips are back on yours in a heartbeat, the kiss filled with desire and need this time. His hands move from your back to the front of your body, applying just enough pressure to make you take a few steps back, until you are met with the wooden frame of the bed. Another gentle push sends you falling onto the mattress that you were fantasizing about just minutes ago.

You barely have time to lament the absence of his touch when he is already on top of you, lips attaching to your exposed neck while he uses one hand to hold himself up, the other digging into your hip. Hot fingers slip under your black undershirt, pushing it up and over your head, forcing him to briefly disconnect from your bare skin, only to return with even more determination as he starts sucking and leaving his mark on you.

This has been a long time coming and neither of you is willing to wait a second longer.

You bring your hand up to tug at the black robe that is still hiding his muscular body from your view, him taking the hint and taking it off at a supernatural speed, finally allowing you to admire the tattooed skin.

Your hand comes in contact with the hot skin on his chest, travelling down to feel each muscle rippling under it, while invisible hands pull on your already loosely fitting pants, getting them off without a problem. Very real and beautifully masculine hands work on ridding you of the thin strip of fabric covering up your breasts.

He takes a moment to let his eyes take in your now very sparsely clothed form, eyes lingering longer in some places than others. You are feeling a deep need you’ve never experienced before, writhing underneath him, desperate for him to just touch you again.

“How curious,” he remarks.

“What?” You ask, your voice breathy.

“A woman of so many skills,” he muses, “yet a novice here.” Your cheeks redden at his notice of your sexual inexperience.

“It’s never been -oh” You are interrupted by an involuntary gasp as his hand cups your breast, fingers circling around the nipple while he tilts his head, waiting for you to finish the sentence. “It’s never been a priority,” you struggle to form the words, but it’s the truth: Relationships were forbidden and you have never had much interest in going home with some Kessel dirtbag.

This is different, and already much better than you could have imagined.

“Do not worry, pretty girl,” his voice is close to your ear as he bows down. “I’ll take good care of you”

Goosebumps rise on your skin despite the heat you’re feeling as his hand trails down your side, his mouth right above your collarbone, nibbling and sucking and definitely leaving another well visible mark on you. The action, combined with the touch on your breast, elicits a delicate moan from you, a sound so intimate and sexual you never thought you could make.

His mouth dips lower, tongue replacing his fingers on your breast, while one hand disappears inside your panties. One finger drags between your folds, spreading the slickness over his digit and making you gasp at the foreign touch, then proceeding by circling his thumb right over your most sensitive spot.

Finally he inserts one finger into you, moving it in and out slowly, testingly. The sensation has you electrified with pleasure, inhaling sharply.

He looks up to you to watch for your reaction when he adds a second finger, curling them inside of you, letting out a satisfied hum when another gasp escapes your lips, while he makes quick work of ripping your panties off of you entirely, before suddenly depriving you of his wondrous fingers inside you, causing you to whimper.

“Why did you sto-“ Your jaw falls slack as unexpectedly, his face is between your thighs, his incredibly hot tongue going straight to licking a generous stripe up from your opening to the sensitive bundle of nerves, where it starts doing a circular motion, waves of pleasure making you fist the sheets beside you, and you can no longer fight the sounds coming from your mouth. You moan loudly, immediately clasping a hand over your lips to silence the sinful sound.

A guttural growl comes from the zabrak who snatches your wrist and presses it back against the mattress while his other hand grips tightly on your thigh. “Let me hear you.”

You become a moaning mess, gasping and twitching while his tongue is working you, applying pressure to your clit and occasionally going lower to plunge into you.

“Oh, Maul, I -ah- I’m gonna” A high whimper interrupts you as the feeling of an oncoming release makes your back arch involuntarily. You feel like you need to move, do something or hold on to something as your orgasm finally takes over your body, starting with a tingle in your toes and ending with hoarse moans in your throat, specks of white appearing in your field of vision.

His tongue doesn’t relent while your body shutters, letting the feeling of ecstasy wash over you while he is still sucking and lapping at your sex.

Your muscles relax and your body collapses back onto the mattress, still in a sort of trance after your climax.

Maul pushes himself up to sit back between your legs, scanning your nude body with hungry eyes, your heaving chest, flushed cheeks, ruffled hair -

His lips collide with yours once more when he moves back up, the taste of you on his tongue and one hand tugging down his black pants.

Despite your quickly recovering arousal, combined with the post orgasm haze, your brain still manages to conjure up one thought:

‘Are our anatomies compatible?’ After all, you’re human and he is a zabrak- Who knows what reproduction looks like with them?

His chuckle shows you that he has been listening to your thoughts again, and you don’t mind. Voice close to a purr, he responds.

“Oh, I’ll show you how compatible they are, my sweet.”

He has completely ridded himself of all clothing now, and he is a sight to behold; black tattoos spanning over toned muscles, not a single body hair and maker-

He is going to split you in half.

Arms braced on either side of your head, he lowers himself onto you until you feel his tip grazing your still sensitive core.

Automatically, you wrap your arms around his neck that is still hovering above you, partly to hold on to him, partly to pull him closer.

Slowly, and with such care one could think you are made of glass, he enters you. At first just the head, then a little bit further, a groan falling from his lips. Your head lolls to the side.

“This okay?” His voice sounds uncharacteristically throaty.

“Yeah” you whisper, wanting more despite the sting of being stretched out like this - lust has replaced any and every thought you could have.

You whimper when he pushes himself in deeper, filling you up until the skin of his hip touches yours. Head thrown back, you feel like you’re drowning in the sensation of being filled up to the brim, pleasure overwhelming your senses. He stills, allowing you to adjust, before he slowly starts moving again, one hand sliding down to hold your hips in place, as he fills you up again and again. Your moans become higher pitched when his tip hits such a wondrous spot inside of you that leaves your toes tingling and all bad thoughts and worries disappear from your mind. You catch yourself losing all awareness of the present, your entire focus on the coil inside you that’s getting closer and closer to unwinding.

All of a sudden he pulls out all the way and grabs your hips, flipping you onto your stomach, but keeping his hands in place and holding your hips in the air, knocking the air out of your lungs by thrusting from behind now, going faster, deeper, and now letting himself let out quiet moans of his own. One hand moves up and down your arched back in an almost soothing manner, and you are getting closer and closer to giving in to the crash wave of euphoria lurking in a corner of your mind.

You hardly even register that he is hooking an arm around your torso until your back is pulled flush against his chest and his body heat is enveloping you while your moans become more ragged and desperate as you close in on your second orgasm.

You can’t form the words to tell him, but you know he can sense it too, because his thrusts pick up speed and his own breathing is growing more erratic.

Your high is reached with a broken cry, a shockwave of pleasure shaking your body and making you tighten around Maul, in turn causing him to pull you even closer, if possible, and bite down on your shoulder, sharp incisors drawing a little blood but somehow only adding to your pleasure, while you - worn out and almost overstimulated - go limp, only held up by his steel grip on your torso and thigh, being shaken by every fast-paced thrust.

“Shit, where do- can I-“

“Yeah,” you’re completely out of breath, but your permission is quickly acknowledged.

He twitches inside of you, then hot liquid fills you up, testimony of his own orgasm. He still ruts his hips into yours two, three more times to ride out his high, before pulling out and allowing your tired body to fall back onto the mattress, collapsing right next to you himself.

For a few minutes, only the sound of your mixed breaths fill the room.

Then, tentatively, one strong arm is draped over your still nude form, pulling you against his warm chest. From behind you, you can feel his breath catch in his throat as he freezes, then proceeds to wipe his thumb over the place where he bit down, catching the small droplet of blood.

“I hurt you,” he states, shock and worry resonating in his voice.

“You didn’t. Really, I didn’t mind,” your words are laced with sleepiness, the heat his body is radiating making you feel safe and comfortable.

“I didn’t mean to hurt-“

You shift, turning to face him, or rather his chest from your position. Angling your head upwards, you do your best to look into his eyes.

“You didn’t hurt me. Stop worrying.”

He breathes out slowly, cradling your head with one hand and pulling it closer to his chest. Your legs entangle, and the position feels so natural, so right, that your mind just relaxes completely for the first time in months, in years.

The last thing you know is the sensation of Maul’s hand softly stroking your hair, then sleep takes over your body.

 *

It’s warm.

Maul’s naturally higher body heat feels like a furnace when you wake up in the middle of the night, not used to sleeping for longer periods of time - Kessel used to have shorter days due to the speed of its rotations, so sleeping for one night only really meant sleeping five to six hours.

You are almost still in the same position that you fell asleep in, except for now, a very low rumble right where your head lies on his chest accompanies the silence. It’s a sound akin to … purring?

You hold your breath to take in the sound, and come to the conclusion that your zabrak lover indeed is purring in his sleep. Warmth blossoms in your chest at his response to just being… content. And to think you could have contributed to that state?

Needless to say, the purr feels like the most beautiful, sweet melody that has ever met your ears.

As carefully as you can, you untangle yourself from his embrace and pad over to the refresher, collecting your underwear on the way.

The woman you find staring back at you through the mirror looks… strange.

Your cheeks are an unusual rosy color, your usually tied up hair is ruffled and maker, you are covered in so many more hickeys than you remember him leaving during the act. There’s also a very visible bite mark on your shoulder that brings back the memory of the very moment that Maul reached his release and created the mark you are looking at right now. The tiny hairs on your arm stand up as you recall the feeling of him coming inside you, that moment of the deepest intimacy imaginable.

Both of you had been so wiped out afterwards that you didn’t really bother cleaning up, but now you decide it’s time for you to wash off the sticky substance that’s been leaking out between your legs.

The shower, too, is more spacious than the entire refresher in your old apartment on Kessel was, and you don’t even have to wait for the water to run hot. Besides that, you’re pretty sure it won’t suddenly switch from almost boiling hot to ice cold, which is definitely a plus.

You start washing yourself with one of the many soaps aligned on the shelf, enjoying the way it has an actually nice smell as opposed to your go-to soap that really only smelled… clean?

Perhaps you’ll swipe this one before you leave.

You haven’t even gotten to soap yourself up completely, when you hear the door open and close, followed by footsteps heading towards you, but it’s only when a gentle hand touches your back that you turn your head to greet your sleepy lover.

“Did I wake you up?”

He shakes his head in response, then mumbles: “I don’t usually sleep long.”

Still standing behind you, crimson hands slide down your arms to find your fingers, scooping up the soap and very carefully starting to spread it over your body, starting on the tattoos on your stomach and moving on to your sides, slowly drawing circles upward. His chin rests on your shoulder while his hands find your backside, moving lower again and snarking back around to your front, this time dipping further down and spreading the soap on the inside of your thighs, washing his own release off your skin.

The entire act is more domestic than sexual in its nature, but you can’t cover up the way your breath hitches a little when his hand travels just a bit further up, barely grazing your core.

“Oh?” He sounds much more awake suddenly, as well as more mischievous. “Should I keep going?”

“Please,” you breathe out. Your voice is barely audible over the noise of the water running, but he must have heard you because his arm pulls you closer to his chest and his other hand returns right where you want it, using his palm to apply slight pressure, then beginning to rub small and sensual circles.

Your head rolls back onto his shoulder as you allow yourself to be immersed in the pleasure, eyes falling closed when you sigh in bliss. The hot water makes the sensation spread through your entire being, one gratified moan escaping your lips when he finds the motion that has your knees give in and your toes curl.

“Ah, like that,” You are hardly even holding yourself up anymore, blindly reaching behind you to hold on to his neck for leverage.

Faster than ever, you feel your orgasm boil up in your belly while he just keeps on relentlessly rubbing your clit in the most pleasurable way, as if he was so in tune with your body that he knows what your specific, individual preferences are.

Maybe it’s a force thing.

Whatever it is, it’s working.

You open your eyes just as the high hits you, filling them with raw feelings, hips grinding against his hand while at the same time trying to push yourself closer against him.

His yellow eyes are still half lidded while he watches your entire body quiver in his embrace before your muscles relax again and you slouch against his chest, breathing heavily.

“I’ll leave you to finish in here now,” Carefully, he peels his arms from your form, setting them on your hips to steady you before eventually exiting the shower.

You lean against the wall, closing your eyes with the water running over your face and exhale slowly.

After tonight, there is one thing you are sure of: You trust Maul. You trust him to protect you, you trust him to see you in such a vulnerable state, and you would walk into a battle blindfolded if he told you that was necessary.

The realization is not as much a surprise as it is an understanding. You aren’t in love with him.

You love him.

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notes: I have sinned,,,, but I don’t care cause I’m a heathen 😗✌🏻 literally though, writing this was so hard because i kept on zoning out lmao I don’t know if you can tell, but that last part was originally meant to be part of the next chapter, but I decided to add it to this one because I had the feeling it wouldn’t fit the general mood of the next one. hope you enjoyed this <3

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