Hey Ambs!
Drabble request!
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pairing â lloyd hansen x puppy!reader
w/c â 1.9k (i thought this would be under 1k. i was wrong)
this is a dark fic. 18+ only.
warnings â puppy!reader, dark mean lloyd (but that's canon so lol), implied smut, butt plug tail, puppy ears, collar, lead, referenced kidnapping, referenced stokholm syndrome, pet play, referenced punishment, violence and murder (not towards lloyd or reader), kinda victim blaming if you squint but it's just lloyd being a dick on purpose cause he wants a reason to punish his pet.
a/n â you know me too well lmao. okay this was seriously meant to be a drabble but now it's almost 2k whoops. i guess pet play just does that too me. i hope you enjoy and i did lloyd justice! not beta read, all mistakes and shit are mine.
Sometimes life kicks you while youâre down.
Or sometimes, you just get kidnapped by Lloyd Hansen for the worldâs biggest fuck you.
The various televisions on the mansion wall do little to interest you. Itâs just another operation, one of many that Lloyd runs from his secluded safehouse. It wasnât home. Nothing was cosy about the intricate and obnoxious crown moulding or various paintings scattered about.
It was all a façade, much like Lloyd himself.
He put on the act that he was better than everyone else, that his skills and intelligence made him superior, but that was all bullshit.
At the end of the day, he was just as desperate for love and attention as much as the next person.
Lloyd had taken you the same day heâd sighted you working at your auntâs cafĂ©. You werenât sure what he saw in you, but it was clear he had some interest by the way he fucked you in the car before you even got back to his safehouse.
He was ravenous. If he didnât have his job, you had no doubt heâd spend every minute of the day fucking you over every surface.
Giving up your life was hard. Becoming Lloydâs puppy was harder.
He didnât want a partner; he wanted a pet. A doting little thing to follow him around. And while that wasnât you at first, the punishments Lloyd would hand out made sure you became it quickly.
At this stage, Lloydâs contractors had seen you humiliated, suspended naked or spanked raw. Lloyd loved to string you up and leave you to be a nice addition to the paintings in the room.
But what he loved most was you sitting at his feet. Being on your knees so much had hurt at first, but youâd grown used to it.
So, thatâs where you sat. By Lloydâs chair while he stood with a glass of scotch, intently watching the screens and yelling out orders to the various agents for hire in the room. You didnât know who they were hunting, and you didnât care. It was the least of your problems.
Your eyes fluttered tiredly, fatigue causing your lids to feel heavy. Lloyd had fucked your ass the night before, leaving you with a lack of sleep. No position was comfortable with the biting, stinging sensation left behind by him. In your kneeling position, you could still feel the slow seep of his cum from your tight hole.
It leaked around the tail butt plug Lloyd had put in this morning. The grey fur of the puppy tail matched your ears that were secured with a headband. Around your neck was a matching grey collar with little black crystal embellishments.
Lloyd never was one for colour. He dressed you in cute attire, but always with a muted colour palette. As if you were his gothic puppy.
You covered your mouth as you yawned, your tummy grumbling. You sighed, glancing around the room. There were snacks on the back table, but you couldnât get to them. Lloyd had tied your lead to his chair, so you couldnât get far.
Not that you could run anyway. Having to crawl everywhere had caused the muscles in your legs to become so weak you doubted you could stand for very long.
Plus, there was a part of you that liked this life.
It was a simple existence. Please Lloyd. Please daddy. Thatâs all you had to worry about.
You looked behind you and through the large window panes. It was cloudy outside, with dark clouds threatening to rain on the mansion grounds. You could smell the moisture in the air, a damp smell that brought you ease.
The world was full of darkness. People worked until they died, searching for some sense of accomplishment theyâd never find. Unless you were privileged, money would be an endless struggle, and youâd likely never truly be happy.
But here, there was none of that. You were treated like a cherished pet, as Lloyd loved you in his own way. Anything you wanted, he would give you, in return for your undying loyalty.
It was admittedly nice.
Lloyd fucked you better than you could have ever deemed possible, bringing endless pleasure. He wasnât a selfish lover. He had a sense of pride in making his puppy fall apart.
You smiled to yourself. Stockholm Syndrome or not, was it so bad if you felt happy?
Another garbled sound came from your stomach, and you sighed.
You should have eaten more for breakfast, but you were distracted by the soreness in your ass. But now you were regretting it.
A soft whine left you at the sight of the plated fruit behind you. Lloyd was fully engrossed in the screens, not even turning back to look at you. You crawled on all fours towards the platter, tail swishing behind you, only getting about halfway when your lead went taut.
It wasnât long enough by a long shot. You looked back to Lloyd, who seemed royally pissed off about something going wrong. Yeah, not the appropriate time to ask for food. Heâd probably spank your ass raw for stress relief, and you were in enough discomfort as it is.
One of Lloydâs hired men, Brayden, walked past you to the table, and you turned to return to your spot by Lloydâs seat. A tug on your lead caught your attention, and you looked back to see Brayden squatting at your level. You looked at him like heâd gone insane because he surely had. Lloyd would kill him for interacting with you. He didnât take well to anyone else playing with his things. The last time someone talked to you, they lost an eye.
You looked from where Brayden held your lead, to the piece of pear in his hand, to his smiling face. Your mouth dropped open in shock. No, bad idea. Really, really bad idea.
He held out the piece of fruit, and you looked at it like it was a bomb. Because it was just as dangerous. You shook your head, unable to speak in case it caught Lloydâs attention.
âCâmon, youâre hungry,â Brayden whispered before he moved forward, putting the piece of pear into your mouth as he held your lead so you had no escape.
He may have pitied you, but he was just as bad as Lloyd. He put you in a position you didnât want to be in.
The sweet twang of the pear set your senses alight, and you closed your mouth to hide the food before scurrying back to Lloydâs chair.
You did your best to chew quietly, but then Brayden signed his death warrant.
He patted your head as he passed you back to his seat, the ruffling sound of your headband causing enough sound to catch Lloydâs attention.
âDid you just fucking touch her?â Lloydâs voice suddenly boomed, and you squeaked and flinched from how it reverberated throughout the room. âDid you just touch my fucking pet?â
Brayden froze, trying to play it cool with a shrug. âShe was trying to get some fruit, but she couldnât reach, so I gave it to her.â
Lloyd was fuming before, but now he was irate. His pupils dilated as he took it all in, nostrils flaring. âYou fucking touched my puppy. And fed her? What, you think I canât take care of her? Think you can do a better job than me, huh?â
You wanted to hide away, so you did. You curled yourself around the back of his chair, watching as Lloyd stormed over to Brayden.
The whole room had become motionless, the clack of fingers against keyboards stopping as Lloyd towered over the smaller brunette.
âLook, she was hungry. I didnât mean anything by it, just wanted toââ
Anything more Brayden wanted to say was cut off by the crack of Lloydâs fist against his cheek. You gasped at the sight of Braydenâs broken nose, blood pouring to the floor. âHow fucking dare you touch her!â
There was another punch. And another⊠And another. You were forced to watch the morbid show as Lloyd went feral, gripping the man by the collar and letting his fist go wild. Brayden never had a chance to even fight back.
The taste of the pear had turned sour, and you spat out the remnants onto the floor. You wanted nothing to do with this.
âSheâs mine, do you hear me? Nobody but me touches her.â Lloydâs point seemed to fall on deaf ears as Braydenâs head lolled to the side, only held up by Lloydâs fingers in his shirt.
Braydenâs body hit the floor with a crunch when Lloyd let him go, a soft groan coming from the male. You felt a little bad for him. But he played with fire and got burnt.
If you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.
And Braydenâs stupid prize for touching you was a bullet to the head.
You covered your ears when you saw Lloyd pull out his handgun and closed your eyes when the first shot rang out. It wasnât until four shots later that Lloyd had stopped, but you couldnât bring yourself to look at the gore.
There was a beat of silence before you felt hands clasp over yours, gently pulling your palms away from your ears. âSorry puppy, didnât mean to scare you,â Lloydâs voice called to you, much softer now. âDid he hurt you?â
Your eyes opened and met the deep blues of your captor. There was a lot of anger blazing in his orbs, but also concern. You shook your head, your voice failing you.
âGood. I would have killed him a second time if he did,â Lloyd gave a grin, and you forced a small smile, trying to appease him. Lloyd seemed relieved you werenât harmed, but now he knew you were okay, his voice turned a baritone deeper. He loved looking for a way to punish you. âBut he did touch you.â
This time you nodded. âOn⊠On my headâŠâ You mumbled, feeling small and feeble in front of Lloyd. Blood splattered his polo shirt and slacks, the metallic smell filling your nose.
âAnd you let him.â Lloydâs eyes darkened a fraction. It wasnât just Brayden he was mad with.
âIâmâ Iâm sorryâŠâ You blurted out, clinging to the chair.
âYou should have asked me if you were hungry. Now youâre dirty. Like a used slut.â
âYou were busy and mad, and I didnât want to interrupt your work andââ Lloyd cut off your rambling with a finger to your lips before he picked you up, so you were straddling his waist.
âSilly puppy. Couldnât wait for food, so you whored yourself to get it from my workers, huh?â Lloyd sniped, and your blood ran cold. He carried you past Braydenâs dead, desecrated body and towards the master ensuite as you began to shake in his grip.
âWeâll get you washed of him, and then I think my pet needs a little attitude adjustment. Youâll think twice about letting someone else near you after Iâve tried out my new paddle, wonât you, sunshine?â
Lloyd had showed you the paddle when it arrived in the mail. Black leather with a cut out at the end in the shape of a puppy paw so it would leave an imprint on your body. Tears quickly bubbled in your vision, the fear taking over. Lloyd always rewarded you with pleasure after the pain, but you still had to get through the demoralising punishment first. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean toââ
âI donât want excuses, puppy.â Lloyd placed you on the bathroom counter, fingers wrapping around your throat and bringing your face close to his. âYou think that little ass is sore now? You just wait until Iâm done with you. Maybe Iâll fuck that puppy cunt, so your holes match, both red raw and stretched from my cock.â
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All for me
CEO Im Nayeon x college student!reader
Synopsis: Nayeon is on a work trip and you miss her.
Warnings: nsfw, smut, phone sex ig
Word count: 2.8k
Notes: hummm I think there are some spelling mistakes⊠grammar ones too lowk... not proofread! ËË
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âWhoâs Jenjen?â Nayeonâs voice is full of disdain as she stares at you, her eyes narrowing dangerously.
âW-what?â you frown, taking your mouth out of her breast with a âpopâ, truly confused about why sheâd bring up your friend in the conversation while youâre like that: a mess of coated saliva and wheezy thoughts, buried in between her chest. âSheâs my roommate. From the US, remember? But whyââ The woman ignores your confused face, promptly picking up your vibrating phone from behind you. It was visible that your friend, Jennifer (or, well, Jenjenđâ€ïžđđ â as the girl had picked out her own contact name) was calling you. ââoh.â
Jen doesnât call you often, so itâs strange that she did. You gesture to reach your phone from Nayeonâs delicate hands, only to have your own slapped, instead.
âWhat are you thinking? Donât fucking answer.â She lifts an eyebrow at you, pulling herself up to her elbows.
Daring you to misbehave, to not listen to her clear commands. You know how well Nayeon loves this game, how she delights herself in punishing you whenever you do something she deems as wrong â even if you havenât actually disobeyed her. She just revels in doing as such: messing with you as she pleases. Youâre her property, after all. Her little doll, to play and deal with however she wanted to.
And you know better than to not follow her blindly.
Youâll deal with Jen later, you decide. For now, you allow Nayeon to pull you by the hair, bringing your focus back to her delicious moans as your mouth finds her stiffened nipples once again.
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It was rare for Nayeon to facetime you unexpectedly.
Youâd usually have full days of classes, and hers were usually pretty packed up with work, so sheâd always wait until you were both on a break to call, messaging first.
Not today, though.
You answer the video call straight away, fixing yourself as best as you were able to while her face didnât appear on the screen. While you were surprised, the smile on your lips was genuine. The woman had been in Japan attending a few meetings for a couple of days now, and you missed her a lot. She also seemed surprised to see you in your dorm, too, though it clearly pleased her more than it should.
âHi, Nayeon. Is everything ok?â Your eyes brightened at the sight of her, looking so composed and lavish in her work clothes, bunny smile and shiny eyes presented all for you.
She could be a bitch and a pain in the ass if she wanted to, specially when dealing with work stuff, but she was always caring towards you. Never rude, never impatient.
âWell hello, princess. Donât you have classes to attend to?â you giggled at the older woman, jumping in bed and taking herâ or your phone, for what it mattered, with you.
âTechnically, yes.â you told her, after a few seconds of fake pondering, âIâm ditching today, though. Thereâs this super difficult test on Friday, and Iâm barely halfway done with reviewing, so Iâm picking my battles.â
She knew this beforehand, of course. Youâd given her your schedule when the semester had started, just so youâll be aware, youâd told her. Truly, it was just natural for you to have her know your routine: it made you feel safe, cared for, and she liked it as well.
You tried to recognize if she was in her hotel room, but her background was a bit different from where you had FaceTimed last night; the walls were too white, and she had headphones on.
Most likely still at work, then.
âSmart girl, picking your battles.â Oh. There it was again, that tone. The one that made you tremble with anticipation, readjusting yourself in bed, so you could have some friction in between your thighs.
It was no surprise that Nayeon preferred to be taken care of. She did spend most of her time bossing people around, after all. Of course, you were more than pleased to give her that, treating and handling her just how she wanted you to, while she rewarded you with expensive gifts and trips. However, most of the time, sheâd use you for stress-relief: groping and marking your skin until her anger was gone, and she could dote on her little doll again.
You looked forward to those nights, secretly wishing someone would make her angry enough so youâd be squirming, hopeless, under her touch for hours an end.
âItâs perfect, then.â Nayeonâs voice brought you back to the conversation, the sharpness of it not going unnoticed by you. âTake off your pants.â she commanded, leaning back on her chair so she could be the most comfortable.
âExcuse me?â it was your turn to stare at her incredulously, but she didnât bulge. If only, her posture got stricter, and a tiny smirk adourned her face.
âDid you not hear what Iâve just said? Undress.â you rolled your eyes at your partner, suddenly filled with defiance, but still did as told. Your sweatpants were taken off rather clumsily, since you were still holding your phone close to your face, but you were quick to obey.
âFine. Is it better, now?â You muttered, but Nayeon scoffed, still not fully satisfied.
She licked her lips, pleased to have you following her orders.
âMuch better, princess. Now, let me see you.â You were curious to see how far sheâd go, so you placed your phone on the other end of the bed, allowing her to see every inch of your exposed skin. Even with your panties and a sweatshirt on, you still felt completely exposed to her gaze.
Truth be told, you did feel that way even when you were fully clothed around her, too.
âSo pretty. Are you alone?â She praised you, her onyx eyes leaving your body for a few seconds to search for any signs of other people at the dorm.
âObviously?â Nayeon gave you a hard look, making you shrink in place. You tried your best to be polite, reserved, calmâand that included never being ironic or making snappy remarks at people, but occasionally, it slipped, almost naturally. âSorry.â You corrected yourself, not meeting your girlfriendâs eyes. âYes, Iâm alone. Jen also has a full day of classes today. A private practice too, I think. Sheâll be out until late.â You feel better, seeing the smile of approval on your loverâs lips.
She was looking at you with such lust, it made your heart break with how much you missed her.
âI want to touch you so bad.â you whined, motioning yourself further so you could hold the phone and be near her âat least virtually, again.
âDonât move the phone. I want you exactly like this.â The answer came almost immediately, though Nayeonâs eyes did soften at your pleading. âI miss you too, pretty girl. The good news is: Iâve closed the deal earlier than expected, so Iâll be home by tomorrow.â You smiled contentedly, humming in response. âNow, be a good girl and make a show for me, will you?â she asked, eyeing you attentively.
âNot fair.â you mumble, but your hands still went all the way up the thin fabric of your panties to caress yourself. Youâre not one to blush, but being stared at by Nayeon suddenly makes you too shy to look at her in the eyes.
It aroused you, though. To have her so immersed by you. You knew her secretaryâ anyone could barge in, and she wouldnât even bat an eye. Aware of that, you could feel the slick starting to cover up your walls once you let out a low moan, biting your lips to muffle yourself.
âNo sounds for me, princess?â Nayeon asked, too sweet, well aware of your intentions. She let you be a little defiant, knowing itâs mostly your way of showing how much you missed her.
âIf you were here, then p-perhaps.â Your words faltered as your fingers caressed your folds, going around your slit in teasing motions. Your cunt was aching, desperate to be filled, but you knew better than to take matters on your own.
Even though you were the one bringing yourself pleasure, Nayeon was in command. Sheâd always be, in every aspect of her life.
The simple brush of your fingers was enough to have you panting heavy breaths, the wait being the most delicious part of the thrill. You wished it was Nayeon touching you, instead. You knew your sweetest spots, but no matter how much youâve tried, you could never bring yourself to the same shuddering, earth-shattering orgasms you had whenever it was your partner touching you. Without her, you were never truly satisfied.
Sheâs ruined you, for yourself and for everyone else, just as sheâd repeatedly told you she would.
âItâs only fair, I guess.â She mumbled, smiling at your stubbornness. âSo pretty, still, and all for me. Put a finger inside, baby. Thatâs it, perfect. Breathe in, nice and slow.â
Her breaths were just as heavy as you followed her blindly, eager to seek your pleasure. Your walls welcomed a single digit, and you started with slow movements, just as Nayeon instructed you to.
âN-nayeonâŠâ You whined, leaning your had back on your bed frame. As much as you could feel your wetness and the growing ache, gathering an uncomfortable sensation on your lower abdomen due to the faint action, youâd never be able to satisfy yourself as much as your girlfriend did.
âI know, princess, I know.â She coos, grabbing her phone as if she could reach out to you, instead. âIt doesnât feel as good, does it? Itâs okay, Iâll be done with this conference soon enough, and then youâll have me all to yourself.â You pouted, knowing better than to trust your girlfriendâs words when it came to work. She had done it before, after all: gotten a call back as soon as she stepped foot in the airport, her job trapping her for a few more days. âYou have no idea how lovely you look right now, Y/n. In fact, I think your pretty pussy would look even better filled up with two more fingers.â
âI-I,â You whined, lips starting to tremble. It has not been an easy week for you, and your loverâs calm, soothing voice slowly started to turn you into a pliable mess, all hot and hazy.
The many thoughts seated previously in your head start fading, as your brain chooses to focus on Nayeon. Your eyes, though nearly closed, register how good she looks, how tight that 3-piece suit is, and how long sheâs been away from you â now. Your skin got even hotter with the wishes to be kissing her plump limps, at the moment. Suddenly, your mind turned foggy, only grounded by your girlfriendâs low tone, and your fingers filling up your walls.
âYou can take it, pretty girl.â She assured, motioning for you to do so. Clasped her teeth, then, at the sight of your pussy being entered by three of your fingers, still going in and out in an excruciating slow pace, not nearly enough for you to feel satisfied. âTaking it so good, so perfectly.â
Although the growing ache in your belly was deepening, you still shifted uncomfortably in your bed. The fabric of your panties was too thin, and the friction was starting to bother you. You wanted it off, so you could focus completely on the pleasure you were allowing yourself to have, but your girlfriend had other plans.
âWhat are you doing, princess?â She lifted her brows at the sight of you lifting your hips, displeased. Although she couldnât say she hated to see you at that angle. âNo, we canât have that. Good girls keep their panties on. Just push it to the sides a little more, you can hold it if it makes you more comfortable.â Your pussy was so wet, glistening, and slick from her words. âThere it is, youâre so good at doing what youâre told, baby. Always so smart.â
You let a loud moan escape from your mouth, aroused by her words, only to cover it up with your hands as you giggleâ your pettiness all ruined.
Nayeon smiles hard, too. âI knew you wouldnât hold it for long, princess. Your sounds are the most lovely, I hate when you cover them up.â
Even though you were flustered, from both your arousal and her praises, you still bit your mouth, committed to following your plan. Your fingers went back to your cunt, and you denied faintly, murmuring some incoherent words about how sheâd have to come home and take those sounds out of you, herself.
âWhatâs all that for, huh?â She leaned her elbows on her desk, smirking at the mess of you on her phone. âIs it because of that purse you were whining about earlier? Come on, princess, Iâll buy you two of them if you let me hear your beautiful screams. Now go faster, too.â
You increased your fingersâ pace, moans exiting your mouth without a care, now that you'd have your wishes granted. âS-so goodâŠâ You say, in between whimpers.
âDirty princess only wants my money.â Nayeon chants to herself, enamored by the sight of your spread up legs, toes curling with the possibility of reaching your high. âDonât worry, pretty. Iâll give it all to you: all you want, and more. Just say it, and itâs yours. You want more, Y/n?â
You barely register her words, moans now filling up your bedroomâs previous silence. It takes her to repeat her question for you to partially understand it, although still unsure of what she was mentioning. Nevertheless, you nodded vigorously, ready to comply with all of her orders even if your mind was all foggy and hazy.
âPerfect. Now, circle your clit slowly, just like that, yesâ exactly how you like it.â She laughs at the sight of you wincing, on the verge of being overwhelmed by your own sudden touches, âCareful, princess. We donât want you to get overwhelmed right now. Remember to breathe, alright? Thatâs it, beautiful.â
Following her lead, you inhale deeply, bringing your other hand to your clit as you applied just the right amount of pressure to make you roll your eyes. The sensations aligned were building up to the pleasure on your lower abdomen, and you knew that you wouldnât last much longer.
âNayeon, I-I wââ Your thoughts werenât clear, and you struggled to voice your desires out loud. The frustration was enough for you to have little tears starting to accumulate in the corner of your eyes, as you huffed.
Thankfully, Nayeon knew you well. Before you started actively crying, she said, with a delicate, caring tone. âItâs okay, princess. You can cum. Do it only for a bit longer, I know you can.â
The effect of your girlfriendâs words was almost immediate: within moments, you were met with a dense wave of pleasure, consuming you completely as you let out a high-pitched, lustful moan. Breathless, you barely noticed how your fingers kept going with their movements, helping you ride out of your orgasm. Your girlfriend let you take your time, minutes passing by in a blink until your breaths were no longer irregular, and your thoughts were all back into place. You were no longer stressed; instead, you stared at her with a peaceful look, now feeling much better after such a tiring week.
As usual, Nayeon knew exactly what you needed.
âAlways so sensitiveâŠâ Nayeon panted, brushing her fingers through her phoneâs screenâ as if she were caressing you, instead. âRemember to not overwork yourself too much, okay? Your grades donât matter to me as much as your well-being; it should always come first.â
You nodded, bringing your phone near your face once again. Of course, youâd comply; she was the one paying for your tuition, after all. âI will, of course. Thank you, baby.â
Nayeon smiled, pleased by your manners. After catching up to her a bit more, you hung up the call, now all focused and much renovated for a new study session. Her message came later, a few minutes after youâd cleaned up your mess and was on the way to your desk, in hopes to wrap up soon.
Ps: Iâll buy you another one of your favorite purses if you leave your panties by Jenniferâs bed, princess.
You laughed at the message, also noticing your bank appâs notifications before you threw your phone away, emerging deep on your notebooks once again.
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Safest with You (Ch. 21 - The Way to Get Over Someone, Part 2)
11.3K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader
Summary: Despite Din's attempts to be evasive, you learn the truth about your break-up, and make some decisions about what you are and are not willing to accept going forward.
Warnings: 18+ Content (MDNI please). Angst, pining, longing. Nicknames as usual (pretty bird, baby). Some smuttiness but won't spoil.
A/N: Well, we're here: the penultimate chapter (if you don't count the epilogue) - sorry for the word count! đ± Thank you to everyone who's read up to here - I can't tell you how much it means to me! I know some of you have some strong feelings about Din's actions/dumbdumbness and that's okay!! If you feel like regardless of his intentions, he shouldn't be forgiven/can't be redeemed, I invite you to read up until the paragraph that ends with the blue heart dividers đđđ. I hope that where it ends provides a satisfying conclusion for the series for you and thank you, thank you, thank you again!
All dividers by @saradika-graphics / Series Masterlist
You donât know how you get through dinner; you must have gone on some kind of small talk auto-pilot because if Mark knew just how much your mind was preoccupied by another man while he was being nothing but genuine and engaging, he probably would have thrown a glass of wine in your face.
Outside of the restaurant, Mark gives you a shy look and asks if you want to get ice cream for second dessert. Oh man, he really is good guy.
âOh Mark, I really cannot believe Iâm turning down ice cream, but I have something to confess to you,â you look apologetic and hope heâll let you say what you think he deserves to hear.
âHonestly, Mark â youâre a dream date. Youâre smart and funny and Jen was so right, youâre a fucking catch. I canât tell you how guilty Iâve been feeling because I donât think Iâve been reciprocating the energy and effort that you deserve. I donât know if Jen told you, but I got out of a relationship a while ago and I thought I was ready to date again â but being with you tonight⊠I realize Iâm completely out of my element. I donât have any business going out with a great guy like you â not right now anyways. Iâm so sorry.â
Mark looks surprised, but his tone is understanding, âOh! Wow. Jen did say something about that â Iâm sorry about your last relationship. It sounds like it really did a number on you. If it makes you feel better â I had a great time. I didnât in anyway feel like I was carrying the date or anything. And if tonight was you not feeling like youâre up to dating again, then I canât quite imagine what it would be like to date you when itâs something youâre ready to put your all into. Thanks for being honest. When you feel like youâre ready to give dating another shot â think of me?â
Itâs a generous and gentlemanly response; you really couldnât ask for anything more. The two of you part ways with a light hug outside the restaurant; Mark offers to call you a cab, but you let him know youâll be fine, and wave appreciatively as he drives away in the car the valet brings him.Â
Sighing a heavy sigh, youâre just thinking it might be best if you send Jen a message to let her know how the date went before Mark does when you hear a crash coming from the alleyway next to the restaurant.
Curiosity getting the best of you, you walk over to the side of the building and peek around the corner; there in the alley is the occupier of all your current thoughts, Din, kicking garbage cans in frustration. When you see him punch the brick wall of the building and shake out his fist, your legs carry you to him as if on instinct â unable to see Din hurt without the urge rising to comfort and soothe him.
Din has both of his palms up against the wall when you close in on him, leaning his weight against his hands with his eyes closed, breathing heavy.
âDin? Are you okay?â you ask softly, not wanting to startle him.
He looks up, surprised at your appearance â eyes stormy, the rich browns of his irises full of emotion, âIâm okay, pretty bird.â
Pretty bird. Your heart swells at the familiar term of endearment that you thought youâd never hear again. Itâs like music to your ears.
âThis doesnât look okay,â you gently pull the hand that you saw him shake in pain away from the wall, turning it over and cradling it in your hands - gasping a little when you see his knuckles scraped and bleeding. Din watches your pretty face cloud with concern as you take a handkerchief from your purse and delicately wrap it around his wounded hand; tying it snugly against his palm before turning his hand over and bringing his knuckles to your lips, pressing a tender kiss against the makeshift bandage.
âThank you, baby.â
Youâre looking at him with such a sweet expression that Dinâs heart starts to ache again; he has to remind himself that your concern isnât really for him particularly â itâs just your kind nature, âWhereâs your date? Did he go and get the car or something?â
You shrug good naturedly, âI sent him home. Would you mind putting me in a cab, Din?â
âOf course.â As Din walks with you back towards the street, his injured hand rests protectively on your lower back and the gesture causes a chill to run up your spine.
Itâs not in uncomfortable silence that the two of you wait on the curb, but Din is afraid that if he doesnât engage you in some type of conversation, you and this moment will disappear before his mind registers it as being real, âWhy did you send your date home? Did he try something?â His eyes darken.
You shake your head lightly; Dinâs protective nature is exactly as you remember - youâve missed it, âNo, nothing like that. He was fine, really.â You canât deny it any longer, youâve missed him, âHe just wasnât⊠you.â With this admission you look up at Din and search his eyes â does he miss you too?
âOh, pretty bird,â Din manages to breathe out before he descends on your mouth, kissing you fully and so full of longing and desperation heâs afraid he might actually break you. Your arms fly up of their own accord and wrap around Dinâs neck, pulling him closer, closer, closer; your fingers thread and tug at the loose curls at the nape of his neck and you long to run your hands through his hair again - you refrain, not wanting to mess up his hairstyle. Heâs yours and youâre his again in this kiss â every brush of your lips, every step in the dance of your tongues a testament to how much youâve missed each other.
Youâre melting. Melting into Dinâs strong arms and the safety of his hold, reveling in the warmth of his affections. Itâs like youâve never left, his body molds to yours, fitting so right â pressed flushed against Din, you dare anything to try and get between the two of you right now.
Parting reluctantly when you hear the slow crunch of tires coming to a stop next to you, Din kisses your forehead gently before seeing you into the backseat of the cab. When you see him open the passenger side door and speak to the driver, you recall with a surge of affection that cab ride after Katieâs birthday when you and Din reconnected after your brief separation. Once again, Din tells the driver your address and emphasizes the importance of getting you home safely, punctuating his point with an overly generous tip. Your heart swells at the memory â the dĂ©jĂ vu driving home how everything about your relationship had been real.
When Din comes back to see you in the backseat, your eyes are bright and full of feeling â heâs here, the sweet man who always takes care of everyone, who only every wanted to take care of you; heâs right here in front of you again. Bringing your hand up to Dinâs cheek, your heart soars when he leans into your palm with a smile; the soft feel and weight of his face familiar and comforting.
âDin, I know you didnât sleep with Vanessa,â you say simply with no room for argument â a simple fact. Now that youâve said it out loud, it seems so fucking obvious. How could you have ever believed that this man could have been capable of such a betrayal?
Simplicity and truth are all that Din can afford as well, âOf course not. How could I ever want anyone else when I had you? The perfect woman. Youâre the love of my life, pretty bird. Would never cheat on you.â
The sincerity of his words brings tears to your eyes, âThen why, Din? Why would you want me to think that you had?â
You look so confused and sad; for the billionth time, Din chastises his past self for his dumb decisions, âNeeded you to hate me, pretty bird. Needed you to stay away from me. Itâs the only way to keep you safe.â
Though this answer is vague, your response is relayed with certainty; hands cupping Dinâs face, âIâm safest with you, Din.â
The kiss that Din presses to your lips at this declaration is achingly desperate, as if heâs trying to brush away all his past mistakes and wipe clean the hurt heâs caused. He loves you. You can feel it in every stroke of his tongue over yours, and in the way his teeth nip and nibble at your lower lip.
Youâve missed his mouth, his touch, and everything Din â and judging by the way his hands cradle your face and the deep emotions swirling in the richness of brown eyes, Dinâs missed you just as much. The two of you hold each other, foreheads pressed together for closeness, breathing in the otherâs air as you soak in this togetherness that neither of you ever thought youâd experience again.
Finally, remembering what that last cab ride led to, you whisper, âDin, will you come over tonight?â
Thereâs a pause as Dinâs brows furrow and his eyes squeeze shut. This moment of tenderness with you, one where you donât hate him, has been more than he deserves. But itâs a fantasy, a mirage â the reports of escalating violence he listened to during tonightâs meeting still fresh in his mind, Din shakes his head in frustration. Based on what had been disclosed in the meeting, he canât help but think that itâs working â everything heâs done to remove the target on your back is working; he canât throw away your safety just so he can have this feeling again. That would be too risky. Selfish.
âPretty bird, I canât do that. Iâm sorry.â
âI donât understand, Din,â your voice breaks at his latest rejection and the sound tears Din in two.
He lifts your chin with his fingers so that youâll look at him though the tears that are already starting to form in your beautiful eyes, âBaby, please understand. We canât. We canât be together â you deserve better than this, than me. Being with me puts you in unnecessary danger. My deepest fear is that you get hurt and I canât⊠I wonât let that happen.â
âYouâre hurting me right now, Din,â your voice small, sad.
Din knows he is, but he has to stay strong and resolved for your sake, even if this short respite from the dull ache of his everyday existence has been a heaven beyond his imagination, âIâm sorry, pretty bird. I really am. I love you, I love you. But you deserve better.â
You say nothing but the few tears that roll down your cheeks speak volumes. With great difficulty, Din says a wordless goodbye with kisses to your hair, then both of your hands before letting them and you go. He knocks on the top of the cab to let the driver know he can leave; as the taxi drives away, he sees your hurt face looking back at him and it nearly brings him to his knees.Â
Pressing the heels of his palm to his eyes, Din lets out a loud growl of frustration. Taking several deep breaths before going back in to rejoin the Family meeting, he repeats to himself a mantra that he has to believe â This is the right thing. The most important thing is that sheâs safe. Staying away from her keeps her safe.
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Dinâs resolve lasts exactly two days.
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It takes you only the duration of the cab ride home to get over the sting of Dinâs rejection. Yes, the emotional whiplash of having him tell you that he loves you only for him say that it doesnât change anything between the two of you hurt, but by the time youâve taken Al out and finished getting ready for bed, your hurt feelings have been replaced by fresh purpose and determination.Â
You finally have some answers. Somehow Din has convinced himself that being apart from him is for your benefit and heâs willing to sacrifice his own happiness for it. The problem for you is that heâs also willing to sacrifice yours.Â
Thereâs a part of you that is livid about this, but youâre keeping this particular emotion at bay for the present moment with your newfound conviction to get to the bottom of whatâs going on; youâll get the answers you seek before you decide how youâre going to feel about it all.
You spend most of the weekend turning over the events of the last five months in your head, looking at them with a new perspective after the revelations from the past four days; mentally preparing a list of things that Din owes you explanations for and talking yourself in and out of how youâll demand them of him.Â
By some twist of fate, your regular Sunday brunch has been cancelled for the first time in forever, with several of your friends unable to make it â you canât decide if this is in your favour or not.
On one hand, you could really use their opinions and a sounding board for your rollercoaster of thoughts and emotions; on the other hand, you suspect that Din is currently not your friendsâ favourite person and you could probably do without the barrage of insults that would inevitably be thrown about as a reaction to his and Vanessaâs confessions from this past week. Not that Din didnât deserve them, but rather they wouldnât help you work out what you need to do next.
By Sunday afternoon youâre sure of a few things:
Din loves you.
He has always loved you and he never stopped.
You love him, too.
He truly believed that being with him put you in danger.
What you didnât know:
How could it be that he loved you so deeply but could so readily leave you? Not just initially five months ago, but again, not two days earlier?
What gave him the right to decide what was best for you?Â
Did he really think it acceptable to keep you in the dark about things that he clearly believed impacted your life so significantly?
The details of what prompted Din to act the way he did donât interest you as much as why it led him to behave so unsympathetically for the past five months. The more you think about it, the harder it is for you sit still and wait out the indetermined amount of time needed before you get your answers.
On Sunday night, you make the decision to head down to Mandoâs yourself after work one day this week. Feeling confident in your decided course of action, youâre as satisfied as you can be with the situation when you hear a knock on your door.
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This is too easy.
Din mutters to himself as he walks through the parking garage beneath your apartment building undetected. It was entirely too easy for him to gain entry into the garage and avoid the security cameras on his way to the internal stairwell. He makes a mental note to talk to Paz about this gap in security as heâs taking the stairs two at a time up to your floor.Â
He had tried to stay away, he really had. But just as Din had always known, without the deterrent of you hating him and the surety that you would push him away, he had only his own self control to keep him from seeking you out, and that had crumbled under your loving touch outside the restaurant on Friday.
It had been too long since Din had gone without the feel of your soft lips pressed to his or basked in the warmth of your soft gaze and he had positively melted from both when he saw you after your date. Like an addict in recovery, the high from his relapse was too intense to ignore; he simply could not be kept from you any longer.
He barely recalls what happened after going back into the restaurant on Friday and finishing the Family meeting. Or how he got through Saturday at the gym, trying to slog through this monthâs invoicing and attempting (unsuccessfully) to concentrate on Jimmyâs training. Donât even ask him what he did today. All he knows is that after nightfall, his body drove his truck over to your neighbourhood and his feet carried him straight to your door.
Unsure of what type of reception heâll receive if you open the door, Din doesnât even know what he expects, only what he wants: you.
Your door opens with you already ready for bed, blinking at him with an unreadable expression. Din thinks he should speak first and lets Al buy him some time when he noses out, nuzzling his snoot into Dinâs large hands. After giving your happy pup a few head rubs to show him how much heâs been missed, Din straightens up to look at you again; he opens his mouth to say something, though he doesnât know what - and he never finds out because you kiss him.
You hadnât expected to see Din before your planned confrontation, and you certainly didnât think youâd see him at your door looking so soft and vulnerable. After he had dispensed some love to Al, the expression in Dinâs eyes when he raised himself back up to his impressive height was that of a much smaller man. One who was unsure, ashamed.
To see Din like this takes all the wind out of the proverbial sails you had hoisted high over the last two days, the ones you had readied in anticipation of the fight you were bringing to his doorstep this week. And just like before, when faced with seeing Din in distress, your mind, heart and body ache to soothe and calm him - so you do what comes naturally and press your lips to his.
Dinâs lips never leave yours. Not when you walk him inside your apartment and close the door, and not when he familiarly navigates the layout of your living room to sit on the couch and pull you down onto his lap. He wonât stop brushing his desperate mouth against your perfectly plush pout, the one he dreams about regularly, even as he murmurs the only two phrases he needs to know you understand:
Iâm sorry, baby.
I love you, pretty bird.
You match Din kiss for kiss, âI know. I know, Dinâ as you undress first yourself, then the man whose touch youâve been yearning for for nearly half a year and whose weight you long to be under again. Your body cries out, remembering the feel of the corded muscles of his strong arms and the comfort of his hard chest; your hands molds to Dinâs body as they roam and explore, afraid if you release him heâll be ripped away from you again. On Dinâs part, even as his mouth becomes more insistent, his touch on your body remains gentle, reverent â where youâre urgent and possessive, he is worshipful. And still, he recites:
Iâm sorry, baby.
I love you, pretty bird.
With Din owning your mouth, your moans of I know, I know, I know are swallowed and vibrate down into his chest - setting his heart on fire and quickening his pulse even as he kisses deeper and steals all your air.
Feeling him lick into your mouth, you whimper âDin, pleaseâ and the sound of his name once again on your lips makes Dinâs dick jump. He grabs you tight around the waist, holding you to him to continue fully exploring the open, moaning cavern of your mouth, conveying his devotion with each caress and massage of his tongue. How could he have ever let you go? You show Din that you donât want him to do so ever again by meeting his every touch, every kiss, every guttural needy noise with a hungrier one of your own.
Itâs been too long and your hearts and bodies have missed each other too much; Din is already hard and throbbing against where youâre wet and wanting. Everything is hurried, messy, and inelegant. You need each other and thatâs all there is to it.
Overcome with your own greediness, you murmur, âNeed you inside, baby.â
As Dinâs entire body melts into a puddle at your words, every muscle in his broad frame relaxes and all his power and control evaporate in the face of his one and only fantasy coming to life; only snapped out of his euphoric state by the sensation of you smearing his leaking precum over his length with your soft hands - Din thinks he might come from this alone. Heâs craved your touch every moment since that fateful night outside his apartment, but he holds back for the heaven he knows is to come when you line him up to your entrance and slowly sink down.
Itâs really has been too long â Dinâs too big and youâre too tight and there hasnât been enough prep; it hurts. But somehow itâs welcomed - both of you needing it to hurt, wanting it to hurt, so you know itâs real.
âNggghhhh â fuck, Din, so big,â you whine as he stretches you out - heâs bigger than you remember. He feels better than you remember.
âI know, pretty bird. But itâll fit,â Din hums, âbecause youâre made for me.â
His sweet words belie the sting to your tight channel, but the joy that overflows from your heart straight to you core soon drowns out the pain; this is how it was always meant to be: you trusting your body to Din, and Din taking care of you. Slowly, slowly, your sheath yourself onto Dinâs cock â fitted so close that you feel every thick vein and groove along your warm walls.Â
Dinâs kisses are gentler now, tender and reassuring like his words, âDoing so good for me, pretty girl,â âYou feel so perfect around me,â âLove this tight cunt, missed her so much.â
His praise causes your pussy to gush and your hands card through his soft curls appreciatively. Gazing into Dinâs eyes lovingly, you coo back your own song, âFeels so good, daddy,â âGod, Iâm so full,â âNoone wrecks this pussy like you, baby.â
When youâre finally fully seated, with Din bottomed out inside you, his balls nestled perfectly under your ass, the two of you simply just rest. Countless minutes go by so you can relearn to breathe and Din thanks his lucky stars for the privilege of praying at your altar once more.
Fully blissed out and body trembling upon remembering its rightful place on Dinâs cock, you whisper, âDin, please move.â And move he does.
Slowly and with the restraint of a saint, Din thrusts up to meet your tentative downward movements, dragging his cock deliciously in and out of your tight cunt, letting her suck him back in of her own volition. You wrap your arms around his neck and feel Dinâs sensual kisses on your lips, down your neck, and at the hollows of your throat; the wet trail his mouth leaves behind causes an electric chill to run throughout your entire body, your hips bucking a little harder, a little more ambitious in response.
Thereâs no rush, the two of you have all the time in the world to enjoy your reunion, and yet thereâs an urgency - a hunger to devour as much of one another as you can, both starved from your time apart. The need to make up for lost time takes over; every kiss of skin on skin is an apology and a promise, your declarations of love becoming louder and more unabashed, movements more fervent, frantic.
Din groans into your skin, âPretty bird, not going to last. Missed you too much,â as he starts to punch up with an impressive force, driving his cock deeper into your cunt and reaching that spot that only heâs ever been able to find.
âGive it to me, daddy,â you mewl, barrelling towards to your own orgasm faster than you had expected, âNeed it. Need you. I love you, I love you, I love you.â This is the first time youâve said it back tonight, and the only time Dinâs heard these sweet words in the musical lilt of your voice in last five mouths â this alone sends him on the fast track to the edge.
He snakes one hand between your bodies to find your already pulsating clit and starts to pen a long overdue love letter with his thumb. Dinâs other arm pulls your body as close to his as possible, so youâre now pressed flushed against his warm chest, moving with him as one.
Iâm sorry, baby. I love you, pretty bird. I love you.
I love you, Din. Missed you so much. I love you.
You come - teary eyes locked onto Dinâs as he signs over his fate with an elegant signature on your clit. Your slippery nub kisses his thumb back just as hard, crying and begging for relief as you clench down from the onslaught of pleasure that only Din can give you. Din spills deep into you as your pussy chokes him, milking the euphoria of his release for all itâs worth. Heâs in heaven. Youâre his heaven.
Wordlessly, you and Din exchange soft smiles and besotted looks as you clean-up after; a string of never-ending tender kisses lead the two of you back to the couch where you lay down in Dinâs arms, sated and pliant, soaking in the strength and sureness with which he holds you, âDin, we need to talk.â
âI know, pretty bird,â heâs ready to tell you everything, lay it all bare for you.Â
Propping yourself up on your elbow so you can look Din in the eye, you implore him to be honest with you, âYou said you needed me to hate you. That it was the only way to keep me safe. What were you talking about?â
Din tells you about the photos that the Family received which had been received as threats and the various confrontations and incidents of harassment in the months following that confirmed them as such. He tells you how scared heâs been for you, and how guilty and sorry he is that you were ever caught up in his world in this terrifying way.
Forcing himself not to look away from your pretty face when he sees it line with fear, Din tells you that he never wanted you to feel frightened or for your life to be interrupted, âYouâre safe, pretty bird, I promise. Youâre well protected - the entire Fett Family is looking out for you. They love you as much as I do. The Family would never abandon you.â
âJust you then?â It wasnât meant as a sarcastic or passive aggressive comment, but you just honestly canât see what this had to do with why Din left you. If anything, wouldnât it have made more sense for him to stay by your side?
Regardless of your meaning, Din looks pained at your question and averts his eyes in shame.
âI understand that you were afraid for me because of the threats, but if the Family was willing to protect me, I still donât understand why you would need me to hate you to be safe?â
âYou should never have been in danger at all, baby. The reason youâre a target is because of me. Whoever issued the threats only targeted you because⊠because, they knew how much you mean to me. How much I love you. It wasnât enough just to protect you from the threat, I didnât want you to be under threat at all. Thatâs the only way to guarantee you would be safe.â
You stroke Dinâs face with your hand, and he leans in to your comforting touch and closes his eyes.
âIf you hated me, then you would no longer be a worthy target. The person they really want to hurt is me, and if we werenât together anymore, they canât do that through you.â Din sighs, âBut Iâm so sorry, pretty bird. The way I went out about it was all wrong - hurting you like I did is inexcusable and it shattered my heart to do so. You didnât deserve to think I cheated on you.â
Your heart softens and you lean in to lay gentle, sympathetic kisses to Dinâs soft lips. Finally, finally you understand. Though you donât excuse the hurt he caused, you can understand Dinâs fallacious reasoning; in an odd way, itâs a relief to see him so unchanged â his actions ever consistent with his self-sacrificing nature and his conviction to take care of those he loves, to keep them safe. The only thing is, his was not the only heart he had sacrificed.
âI thought you never loved me,â you say in a small voice, âwhen I thought you had cheated on me, it made me question our entire relationship.â
âOh, fuck, baby,â Dinâs shame and self-anger triple upon hearing your words. He had expected you to be angry, to hate him for the lie he had you believe, but he never considered that you would have doubted what he felt for you prior to that horrible night. Secure in the depth of his own devotion and the truth of just how in love with you he was, Din had thought what was unshakeable to him would be the same for you; but of course, now that youâve said it, it makes complete sense and he adds this egregious transgression against you to his long list of regrets, âIâm so fucking sorry. I never thought- oh, fuck. It never crossed my mind that you might ever doubt how so completely in love with you Iâve always been. From the moment I met you it was over for me, baby â you became the single most important person in my life. I live for you, pretty bird. Iâm so sorry I ever made you feel any differently.â
Din looks at you with so much sincerity and desperation, you heart is unable to do anything but believe him. You know without a shadow of a doubt that Din loves you and moreover, that everything heâs done has been in the name of that love. And though you trust in his pure intentions, theyâre misguided in a way that you have to make him understand. If the two of you are to have a chance again, you need honesty and openness, and Din has to have faith in that same love when things get tough.
Youâre lightly scratching Dinâs facial scruff the way you know he loves, wanting to just enjoy this affectionate moment a little longer before you dive into the more serious things you need to talk about when you both hear Dinâs phone start to buzz incessantly.Â
Din reaches his long arm off the couch and easily finds his discarded pants and pulls out his phone, frowning when he sees the multiple notifications on his lock screen.
His entire body tenses as he reads Pazâs messages.
Hutt movement three blocks away from Lilâ Ladyâs.
Woves confirms the group is growing.
Mods say traffic cams show more on the way.Â
Din feels a stab of fear tear through his chest before the horror of what heâs done settles like a boulder in his stomach.
For the five months that Din had left you alone, there hadnât even been a hint of suspicious activity anywhere near you. No appearance of shady characters or any incidents of malfeasance, not a single one. You had been safe.
What had changed tonight? What could have possibly happened to incite a flurry of rival gang activity so close to your home when it had never previously been an issue?
It was him. What had changed is he had been weak. He had given in to his need for you, selfishly putting you in harmâs way. Din realizes he had been right: staying away from you had been keeping you safe. He gets up suddenly, the need to rectify his mistake overwhelming.
âDin?â
Dinâs hurrying putting on his clothes and doesnât answer you. He doesnât hear you get up from the couch after him and grab a house cardigan from the back of one of the dining room chairs to throw over yourself, watching as he carries on to leave without saying a word.
âSTOP!!â
You hardly ever yell. And you never slam your hand down on your dining table so hard and loud it hurts, but you need to get Dinâs attention somehow. It works - Dinâs shocked out of his automated movements and turns to face you.
âWhat are you doing, Din?â you look distressed, confused, but most of all, frightened by what you think you already know is happening.
âThis was a mistake, pretty bird.â
His words cause you to recoil; your voice comes out tight, bordering on bitter, âWhat was a mistake, Din? Telling me you loved me, that you lived for me? Or sleeping with me? Tell me, which mistake do you mean?âÂ
Din rushes forward; heâs fucking up all over, he can tell, and hurting you again is the very last thing he ever wanted to do, âNo, baby â none of that was a mistake. Being with you tonight has been a happiness I never thought Iâd feel again. Honestly, I didnât think I deserved it and still donât think I do. The mistake was me somehow thinking that everything was behind us. That I wouldnât be putting your safety at risk by coming over here.â
He canât possibly be doing this again, youâre incredulous, âYouâre doing this again? Youâre going to leave? And I donât get a say in it?â
âPretty bird, you donât understand.â
âMake me understand, Din.â
âThereâs something happening right now, a danger thatâs closer to you than should ever be allowed. And itâs because Iâm here. This is proof that Iâm no good for you baby.â
âDin, how can you say that? I love you.â
âAnd I have to keep you safe because I love you, too.â
âWhat youâre doing is breaking my heart, Din. This isnât the only way - you have to trust me.â
âThis isnât about trust, pretty bird, itâs about your safety.â
âOf course itâs about trust, Din! You donât trust me to be able to handle some of the things in your life â things that you think Iâm too delicate or âgoodâ for, whatever the fuck that means. You donât trust me so you donât tell me anything or let me make any decisions, and thatâs really fucking condescending and hurtful. You have to trust me, Din! You have to trust that you can show me parts of yourself and your world that maybe arenât perfect or you arenât that proud of and that Iâm not going to leave! You have to trust that I love you enough!â
The silence between the two of you is punctuated only by your shallow breathing from finishing your speech and the electric tension that now hums in the air. Something in Dinâs brain is awakening, yelling at him that thereâs a truth in your words that he hasnât had the courage to face â that other than your safety, heâs been worried that bringing you fully into his world and telling you everything, sharing in all the fears and dark parts, would scare you away. That heâs been afraid that you would walk away, so he did it first.
Din doesnât know if heâs ready to face this realization or its implications out loud, not when youâre looking at him with so much disappointment and anger. Not when the phone in his pocket continues to buzz non-stop.
Youâre at your witâs end and throw out ludicrously, âSo, what? We stay apart until you deem it safe again? Then what, weâre allowed to date until the next time you think itâs safer for me if you leave? And then we just repeat this pattern forever?â
Dinâs exasperated too, frustrated with the unexpected turn this evening has taken â at himself. He throws his hands up in the air, âI donât know, okay? I just know itâs not safe for you to be my girl right now. And as for later? May not then either? Maybe you just donât wait for me.â
You freeze, the retort on the tip of your tongue that youâre supposed to be a team and that Din doesnât get to choose for the both of you, dissipates from your shock at his last words, âWait. What do you mean âdonât wait for youâ?â
Din doesnât immediately clarify so you press on, âYou would be okay with that? If I moved on with someone else? Is that what you want?â
Din wants to reassure you; itâs not what he meant, of course. His heart would shatter if you were with someone else; he had only meant that he knew it was terribly unfair for you to have to wait for this situation to resolve itself, and he didnât want to force you to be or assume that you were okay with it â but it had come out wrong. He stops himself from explaining though; realizing with a punch to the gut that he could use this to give you a clean slate, a clean break from him. You would hate him again â but it would remove the temptation to come see you in secret like tonight, endangering your safety every time he was too weak to stay away from you. So, he says nothing.
You take his silence the way he intends, as confirmation that Din doesnât want you anymore and your tears come fast and threaten to overflow.   Youâre angry, confused, and hurt. Again.Â
The barrier you had put up earlier when you so logically decided to figure out your feelings once you figured out the truth comes crashing down and you think youâre going to drown in the tidal wave of emotions that swell and rise with being so casually tossed away again. You feel like a fool, letting Din toy with your feelings (and your body) over and over.
âDin. Is that what you want? Do you just want us to be over?â you choke out.
Dinâs expression is unreadable and he wonât make eye contact with you - but when he sighs, itâs the most devasting sound youâve ever heard in your life.Â
Your cheeks are wet and you feel yourself shaking. The words that are blabbering out now hardly make sense and you donât think you even mean half of them, but you arenât thinking straight - you just know these words will sting and make Din feel as bad as you do right now, âWhy did you come tonight, Din? For an easy fuck? You knew you would find guaranteed pussy here, didnât you? I canât blame you, I guess. I mean, if you know you always have a desperate slut you can use, someone whoâs stupid enough to buy whatever lies you tell her to get her to give it up, why not, right?â
Suddenly aware of how exposed you are, you pull your cardigan tighter over your body and shrink away from Din.
Din reaches for you - this, he cannot have. He cannot have you reducing yourself to just a worthless fuck when youâre his sun. He loves you more than anything, would hang the moon for you; youâre the most incredible and precious thing in his life, âNo, no⊠thatâs not it. Please, pretty bird, donâtâŠâ
You pull away from his outreaching hand and say in a flat, dead tone, âIâm not your pretty bird anymore.âÂ
Even Din can see that heâs hit your limit - hurt you beyond repair and now youâve shut down. Shut him out. Fighting ever fibre in his body to go to you, soothe you and try to  reassure you of his love, he hangs his head, âNo. Youâre right⊠youâre not.â
The two of you stand in silence, facing each other but worlds apart, for what is probably only a minute but feels like forever. Finally, Din turns to the front door to leave; pausing just after turning the handle, he whispers, âIâm sorryâ, before exiting your apartment and closing the door behind him.
Once in the hallway, Din hears the lock turn immediately, followed by the most devastating sound heâs ever heard. Youâre sobbing, loud enough that he can hear it through the door and he wants more than anything to kick down the door and sweep you into his arms, take it all back - comfort you with kisses and lightly chastise you for even considering for a moment that he could ever stop loving you.Â
But he doesnât. Itâs better this way, Din tells himself.Â
The sound of your sobs follows Din as he races down the stairs, towards the danger that lurks too closer for comfort. Heâs more than ready to take out his distress on the bastards who had deigned to look upon you as someone to threaten, to hurt - or just some unfortunate Hutts who found themselves in the wrong neighbourhood tonight. Din doesnât much care. Blinking back his tears and steeling his resolve with clenched fists, all Din knows is you wonât be the only person he hurts tonight â youâre just the only one who doesnât deserve it.
Exactly one week later, you storm into brunch still angry, exhausted and hurt from your altercation with Din the Sunday before; hot tears brim along your lash line from the humiliation of having slept with Din only for him to leave you again, and your frustration at his dismissal of any attempt to talk out your issues. The only sure-fire thing youâve decided is that there will be no more secrets - no more half truths, no more protecting people from hard and ugly realities. Sure, you would have much preferred if this was the road upon which you and Din were embarking, but in lieu of that, you decide that you can come clean with your friends. You tell them about the Fett Family and Dinâs old role, and what he seems to still do for the Family. You tell your friends about Poe, Boba, Cass, the Hutts and the Pykes, and the Mandos and the Mods. You tell them about all the security incidents from earlier in the year and the threats you only just learned of and about Dinâs and your place in it all. You tell them about your run-in with Vanessa and how your date with Mark went and about sleeping with Din last week. You tell them everything thatâs yours to tell and even somethings that arenât because youâre done with pretending that these secrets are worth keeping and somehow worth your happiness.
Your friends are speechless; all the food, and shockingly the drinks, are untouched as you talk and only after you indicate youâre done with your recollection of how Din left you crying in your foyer, do they descend on you to offer their kind supportive words and loving hugs. Once everyone is settled back in their seats and peopleâs emotions have leveled out a bit, Rory asks,
âDo you still love him?â
Itâs not the question you expected from her, or from any of your friends really, and it truly deflates you as you lean back in your chair to contemplate your response. The last week saw you primarily cataloguing Dinâs transgressions against your heart; itâs a long list and it had kept your mind and heart fairly preoccupied.  Youâre furious at him⊠but did his foolhardy actions change the man you believed he was? The man you had loved? You answer only what youâre sure of,
âIt doesnât matter. It doesnât seem to matter to him what I think or feel. Din just does what he thinks is best.â
Your friends nod sympathetically, understanding youâre already fighting a seemingly endless battle between your head and your heart. They thoughtfully put forth their opinions in between bites of their now cold dishes:
âNo matter what his reasoning is, it doesnât give him the right to jerk you around in the name of âyour safetyâ.â
âDoes he have a point though? Is it dangerous to be with him? Are you scared?â
âWonât the Family protect you? Why is he acting like heâs the only one who cares about you?â
âI donât like that he hurt you on purpose with that Vanessa nonsense. That lie was so elaborate.â
âHow many times does he think he can do this to you?â
âYou deserve someone who is honest with you. Someone who will treat you like an equal partner in everything.â
âHe loves you so much. Itâs always been clear to us that youâre his whole world, babe.â
You agree with it all â these same thoughts have been running laps in your mind since the night Din closed your door behind him. Dinâs martyr-like approach to your safety did not sit well with you, especially when it sacrificed the wellbeing of your heart without so much as a consultation of your feelings; itâs crystal clear to you now that entirely too many lies and secrets had been justified and tolerated in the last several months and even your relationship prior. Yes, you know how you feel about what Din did.
But how do you feel about him? To a certain degree, you know you still love Din, but things just arenât that simple anymore. Given everything thatâs happened, how can you feel about him? You donât know.
6 months ATN
Waiting until thereâs a break in the traffic, you cross the street quickly, heading straight for the bookstore across from your office building. Right away, you spot the display youâre looking for: the centre table for âCurrent Hot Readsâ with Beaâs book right in the middle - you canât help but grin widely. Picking up four copies, you busy yourself for a few minutes straightening up the display - strategically stacking and propping up copies of your friendâs book so it stands out in a pleasing manner amongst the other titles. When you stand back, satisfied, to review your work, a kind voice behind you says, âAre you the author, dear?â You turn to see an older woman in a delightfully ostentatious fur coat smiling at you.
Unable to keep the pride out of your voice, you beam, âHa ha ha! No, one of my best friends is! Iâm actually buying these as gifts to give out to our mutual girlfriends at dinner tonight!â
âOh, thatâs so lovely dear! What a good friend you are!â the lady smiles, âWhat is the book about?â
âItâs a modern romance, childhood best friends turned lovers. The first in her series!â you gush, ready to talk Bea up to the high heavens.
âOh lovely! My granddaughter loves romance novels, maybe I should get it for her?â
For a moment you simply imagine what the granddaughter might think when reading the smut her sweet nana bought her and you do your best to hold in your chuckle, âTell you what. Iâm going to buy an extra copy and leave it at the cashier for you. If you decide you donât want it or prefer to buy a copy, just tell the cashier to pass it on to the next person whoâs interested.â
âOh dear, you donât have to do that!â
âI know! But I want to! I canât tell you how much it delights me to support my friend. Please ask your granddaughter to help spread the word about the book and the author. I know sheâll love it, it really is just that good,â you enthuse.
The older woman squeezes your hand in thanks as you pick up a fifth copy of Beaâs book; leaving her to read the jacket summary as you head to the cashier. After giving the cashier the instructions for the last copy, you give the display another quick once over before leaving the bookstore, heading directly to dinner with a spring in your step.
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Din sees you the moment you walk in. For some reason, maybe a sixth sense, he had looked up at the bookstore front door before it opened, and there you were. He hasnât seen you since the night he left you crying in your apartment, the same night he sent half of the Hutt enforcements to the hospital; when he accepted this surveillance post for the day, he had half hoped he would see you. Youâre just as stunning and bright as the you he keeps in his memories, if not more so.
He had also seen the display of Beaâs books when he walked in and already picked up a copy to buy in support; he figured he would give it to Lisa. Din watches you rearrange the display from behind the shelves, trying not to be a creep but unable to take his eyes off of you â wistfully, he recalls seeing you do the same thing on the day you first met; itâs no less charming now than it was then. Listening with a smile as you talk excitedly to the older lady about Beaâs book, Dinâs heart swells when he hears you offer to buy her granddaughter a copy. Youâre still you. Sweet, generous, unassuming, and unflinchingly kind.
God, he misses you.
Heâs been trying to put you out of his mind, of course; positive that heâs eradicated not only any goodwill or affectionate feeling you may have held for him a few months ago, but also any chance he had of ever being with you again. Whereas before he kept away for your safety and his own self punishment, he does so now out of self preservation. To steel himself for his future without you.
Din does, however, allow himself one photo of you. Itâs one that Paz took the night of the fight with Rotta Hutt. Taken right after heâs scooped you up ringside, the shot shows only the back of Dinâs head, but your face is on full display, filled with joy and adoration. He looks at it everyday; trying not to long for you more than he already does, Din comes to regard it as motivation of sorts â this is what makes all his misery worth it, he thinks to himself. You. Happy.
And while he canât bring himself to delete his photos of you off his phone, or even erase your old messages, Din never looks at them either. He doesnât deserve to. Especially not the dirty texts and photos; he doesnât have a right to see you that way anymore - as much as he misses you, Din wonât violate your privacy. But on the days when the pressure, stress and Dinâs own loneliness lead him to release his frustration while in the shower, he imagines a soft hand touching him and knows itâs yours. The voice that he hears telling him how good it feels, he knows is yours. The moans that ring in his ears as he furiously fucks his fist can only be yours. And when he comes, choking out broken pants of I love you, I love you, I fucking loving you so much, those words are for you and you only.
Seven months ATN
Opening your guest room closet, you sigh to yourself.Â
Itâs time.Â
Youâve been avoiding doing this, but not only is it long overdue, youâre also embarrassed at how anxious youâve been to attempt this task. Itâs been two months since Din left you crying on your knees in the front foyer of your apartment and seven since you fled his apartment after believing he had cheated on you. In that hazy first week, you had gone around the apartment grabbing anything that belonged to him and stuffed it into what ended up being an overflowing bin that you then shoved into the back of the guest room closet. Out of sight, out of mind.
But you have guests coming to stay next week, and moreover, it bothers you how rude it is to have kept these belongings that arenât yours. It was one thing when Din had been a lying cheating bastard; but now that you know he hadnât had any ill intent and was as much of a victim of his poor decisions as you are, it doesnât feel right to hang on to these items. Bringing home some flat packing boxes from the work mailroom, you assemble them first, trying to prolong actually having to go through your exâs things.
Stop being a chicken shit, you chide yourself, itâs been months. Get over it and get it over with. You pull the bin out of the closet and his smell, Dinâs smell, immediately hits you when you when you start to take out the clothes. You close your eyes and let yourself breathe in the familiar scent. Itâs as inviting as you remember and immediately brings his handsome visage to your mind. When you open your eyes, theyâre filled with tears. Dammit.
You force yourself to work through your tears. Fighting it at first but eventually allowing yourself to recall memories associated with Dinâs items, you feel and expunge all the emotions you had hidden away like you had these belongings. Itâs cathartic and freeing, and once youâve shed the tears you need, you make quick work of the task. When youâve filled the last box, you write a short note apologizing how long itâs taken to return these items and quickly tape up the boxes so that the contents are once again out of your sight.
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The following weekend, you and Katie take a cab with the boxes to Dinâs neighbourhood. You donât think youâre ready to see Din in person, but you think you can handle dropping off the boxes⊠at Peliâs. Katie helps you carry the boxes from the taxi into the drycleanerâs and you ring the little bell Peli leaves out when sheâs in the back working with the machines. You see her bushy crown of curls before you do her inviting face, the smile she smiles when she sees you is brighter than the sun. You feel warmed just seeing her again.
âWell, look who it is,â Peli grins, eyes full of genuine cheer and relief, âlong time no see.â
Nodding, your heart feels a tug with how much youâve missed Peli and all the other friends you made through Din who you havenât seen in months, âToo long, Peli!â
âGlad you can admit you missed me,â she teases, holding absolutely nothing against you, âwhat can I do for you? Donât tell me those boxes are full of drycleaning?â
âOh⊠no. Could I ask you for a favour?â sheepish that the very first time you see Peli after such a long absence, youâre asking something her.
Peliâs good nature isnât phased for even a second, âOf course! Anything for you, love.â
Then as if some higher being heard your request before you had a chance to speak it, Paz walks through the front door of the drycleaners. Heâs just as surprised to see you as you are him, but readily leans in to give you and Katie welcoming hugs.
âHi Lilâ Lady. Whatcha doing here?â
You gesture to the boxes and look between Peli and Paz, âJust wanted to drop off Dinâs things butâŠÂ I didnât feel up to going to Mandoâs. Do you think I could trouble you to get these boxes to him?â
Peli looks shocked, and for a moment you wonder if itâs possible that she didnât know that you and Din havenât been together for over half a year now. Paz saves you from the potentially long and awkward explanation by nodding with some sympathy, âNo problem, Iâll carry them over.â
âThank you, Paz.â
âNo problem, Lilâ Lady,â Paz gives you a smile that looks regretful, maybe even sad.
You turn to go, but suddenly feel compelled to make one last request, âPlease donât tell Din you saw me? I donât want him thinking about me anymore.â You say this without any malice or bitterness, though youâre not convinced it comes out that way.
When going through Dinâs belongings, you were initially hard hit by the waves of sadness and grief from the loss of your relationship; but after letting the ache of your heart dull, you had surprising found comfort in a barrage of happy memories:
Dinâs favourite basketball team shirt you slept in. You had teased him mercilessly for how often he wore it, but showered him in compliments at how good he looked in those loud team colours every time. When you explained to him what Pima cotton was and delighted in a sports shirt feeling so luxuriously soft, you noticed that Din started leaving it for you to wear for sleep â first only at his apartment, but before long, he âallowedâ the shirt to migrate to your place.
That lime green sweater he wore the first time he was invited to girlâs Sunday brunch. Bea had wanted to introduce the new guy she was dating and thought that having another boy at the table might make it less intimidating. Din had gone and immediately clocked Gideon to be an asshole, but somehow managed to convey a polite, yet protective vibe throughout the meal. When Bea broke up with that odious man a few weeks later, Din, invited back to brunch and coincidentally wearing the same sweater had been so supportive (âYou deserve better than that self-absorbed blow hardâ), even offering to âtake care of himâ for her. You had quickly refused on Beaâs behalf, knowing what âtake careâ might actually mean, but it had cheered her up so much nonetheless.
His cozy oversized patterned jacquard cardigan that Din wore whenever it was nippier out than usual. Large enough that it could envelope you while being worn, Din took every opportunity to do so - pressing you against his hard chest while wrapping the front around you to keep the chill away when you were out at the farmersâ market, waiting for the subway, or just standing on the sidewalk while Al finished sniffing his favourite spots.
And more â all the clothes and items you packed away had at least one memory associated with Din where he had made you feel warm, cared for, cherished.
How grateful and lucky you were that Din had loved you the way he did.
Yes, he had broken your heart, but you know that he himself didnât get away unscathed â Din had also been destroyed by your breakup. Having long since recognized the immature and empty things said during your last fight as your own emotional lashing out, you saw with more clarity how your own hurt and pain had sliced through Dinâs already battle damage armour. To be honest, you regret your words and how you left things with Din; though the way he did it was all wrong, Din had only ever loved you, cared for you and put you first in the way that he believed matter the most. And he did so without fanfare, pomp or circumstance - expecting neither accolades nor acknowledgment, or even a hint of self satisfaction.
Your heart truly goes out to Din. He so willingly carries the weight of the responsibility to take care of others, to put their well being over his own wants and desires; he sees it only as his duty and a mark of his honour to put himself last. Din never gives himself leave to be selfish, despite being the most deserving for exactly that reason; as long as others are well taken care of, you know that Din would never complain or wish for more for himself. And while your heart has done its share of mourning for yourself, it also breaks for Din â you know with certainty that heâs as devastated as you are, and yet, he also bears the guilt of having been the cause of your respective heartbreak; likely believing himself undeserving of any sympathy or comfort.
You remember what Boba had once said of Din, that heâs a caretaker through and through. He attends to the needs of those around him and always has â thinking of the betterment of others, sometimes, and possibly even often, at the expense of his own. But Dinâs always done so happily - it was his duty and he performed it consistently, admirably. And you remember that you had promised Boba that you would take care of Din right back.
Refusing to add to Dinâs already heavy burden when it came to your breakup, you donât want him to think about you more than he has to when he gets his belongings back; you know he will only spiral into more self blame wondering if youâre still mad or how much you hate him. He will undoubtedly think about how you might be hurting, and then feel regret and guilt, disappointment or whatever else that eats at him.
So, you make Paz promise not to tell Din that he saw you, to say that Peli had called him over to get the boxes and you were already gone when he arrived. The fierce look in your eyes tells Paz that you wonât relent and he acquiesces â you were prepared to fight him if necessary, the urge to protect Din where you still can burning brightly within your heart.
Quiet and heartfelt goodbyes are said and longer than needed hugs are dispensed before you and Katie leave Peliâs, arms now empty. As the cab pulls away, you wave what you sadly think might be your last goodbye to two people youâve also come to love and will miss terribly.
9 months ATN
Seeing Peli and Paz at the drycleanerâs is the last contact you have with Dinâs world.
After nearly the better part of a year, it no longer feels strange that there are facets of a life you had come to embrace, that are no longer familiar - like bringing baked goods down to Mandoâs, or being part of the celebratory group when a Mandoâs boxer wins a title. Making a normal portion size of garlic knots is once again the norm.
Periodically, it might feel unsettling when you remember that you are or were, at least at one time, under threat, and that there are unseen eyes on you, both friendly and unfriendly. But you never see anyone or any actual evidence of this so thereâs not much you can dwell on. Whoâs to say the circumstances of the situation havenât changed or if youâre even on anyoneâs radar anymore? Itâs likely youâve been forgotten by now and you leave these thoughts at that.
With time, you go from thinking of Din constantly, to less frequently, and now only periodically. You donât think youâll ever quite forget Din. He had loved you fiercely, of that you were certain, and in turn, you had loved him back just as hard. He was undoubtedly, a great love of your life. You donât think that type of connection is easy to find, nor would you attempt to try and do so again â the way Din had seen you so completely and how you had felt being his was not a feeling you think youâll let go of any time soon.Â
But the price for that type of love was one that you hadnât been prepared to pay â adherence to some creed or code of honour that was willing to sacrifice your heart wasnât something you could open yourself up to again. Not even for that kind of love. But it didnât mean you couldnât look back on it with fondness and remember Din as a man you admired adamantly and would continue to hold up as one of the best men youâve ever known.
He was kind. Protective. Caring and loyal.Â
The strength of his character and his generous nature live on in your grateful heart.
Some of your happiest memories will always be ones that you shared with Din. He had, as was his highest priority, made you feel safe and cherished; despite how it all ended, you knew his motivations and the intentions of his heart to be pure - he had only ever wanted the best for you. Dinâs easy way of making you laugh, supporting you in all your endeavors and of lightening your mental and physical load, all while making you feel like the most special person in any room, were not easily forgotten. Nor his integrity, considerate nature and the gentleness of his touch. A lover and a fighter â Din was a rare combo indeed.
You think youâll love Din until your dying day, but you canât pine for him anymore.
Had you forgiven him? Hardly. But forgiveness wasnât necessary.Â
Forgiveness implied that you needed something to change, to be acknowledged, in order to move forward, and that just simply wasnât the case. You neither forgave him or were looking to forgive Din; you didnât expect there to be a continuation of your story and so, as far as you were concerned, neither of you owed anything further to the other, including forgiveness. Youâre at peace with where the pages of your love story have permanently fallen open; having reread those finally passages a million times, youâve worked through your grief of having to put Din and your relationship behind you - what remains is only a nostalgic sort of affection and maybe wistfulness.
Your life has gone on without him, but it had always been full before you met Din and it remains so after him: full of friends, hobbies, Alfredo, accomplishment and pride in your work, and everything else your undoubtedly privileged life has to offer. Thatâs probably the best word to describe it. These days, when you do think of Din, it can be without bitterness or disappointment, because you do so only with genuine gratitude; not everyone will have the good fortune of being loved so wholly, so generously and so fearsomely, albeit it had only been for a little while. Yes, it takes no great effort to admit: it had been a privilege to be loved by Din Djarin.
Itâs been a good day. Great even. All your meetings finish on time (!), and no one on your team, yourself included, had extra work assigned at the last minute â youâre all able to leave ON TIME.
Stepping out of your office building, you canât quite believe it â you havenât seen this side of 5:30 since⊠you were a junior? No, thatâs an exaggeration, but itâs been a long time for sure.
You and your colleagues exchange excited hugs, marveling at your luck; a few even joke that you should all prepare to pay for this tomorrow before laughing and each going in your separate directions.
Pausing for a moment where you stand, you contemplate maybe popping into the bookstore across the street before heading home when your eyes are drawn to a hulking figure that sits on one of the courtyard benches directly facing your office. Despite his size and striking profile, the manâs presence isnât terribly imposing, but it is a wonder that you hadnât notice him until now.
You lock eyes with the man, not ready to believe heâs really there, when he gives you a tentative smile along with a small wave of the bouquet of peonies that he holds in his hand.
Din.
Thanks so much again to anyone who has read this far in the series with me - I love you all so much! Your kind words and encouragement really motivated me to finish this chapter a bit earlier than I had anticipated! I'm still on the cruise, so I'm just posting this when the ship's wifi is strong đ€Ł so adding a few tags for those who have expressed an interest in the story (if you don't want to be tagged, please tell me!):
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