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floral-force · 1 year

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Code of Honor - Chapter 7

Violent Delights

Din Djarin x Fem Bounty Hunter Reader

summary: an unwelcome confrontation leads to the discovery of hidden desires.

warnings: 18+/MDNI, sexual innuendo

words: 2.8k+

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PART 1: YOU

As you waltzed with the prince, forcing a flirtatious smile and feminine giggles, you couldn’t help but notice the Mandalorian was still in the ballroom, lingering on the outskirts of the dance floor. His arms were crossed, and he didn’t acknowledge any of the occasional stares he received from guests that passed by him. His nonchalance irritated you; a man like him only reveled in arrogance, knowing nothing could penetrate that beskar. Much to your chagrin, you noticed he had his visor set on you, tracking your every twirl and step. You felt like prey under his blank, metallic gaze, and a part of you wanted to drag him to the balcony and remind him who he was dealing with, run your hands along his armored thighs, drag your fingers against the exposed areas of his flight suit, make him beg for mercy at your skilled hands…

Not now.

You snapped your head back to focus on the prince, who was slurring his words and filling the small space between you with his drunken breath. Your eyes briefly flitted back to the Mandalorian. You secretly wanted him to see you seduce the prince; you knew it would make him squirm inside his armor even if you couldn’t physically see it. You focused your thoughts back on the prince, who had been slurring compliments your way while also insulting the other men that were around you, telling you that he was superior in every way. It was annoying, but it gave you space and material to use for your seduction technique.

“You’re right, my prince,” you interjected as he ranted about one man that had been staring at you for almost the entire night. “None of them compare to you, and how handsome you are.”

“You flatter me,” he said, squeezing your waist.

“I’m so lucky to have wooed a man of your caliber,” you cooed, moving the hand that was on his shoulder to his chest, running your finger up and down. You were pleased to see him smirk; it was much easier to flatter a tipsy man, but you needed him to be a little more sober to be able to understand what he was hearing.

“A man of my caliber?” he scoffed and stared too long at your chest before pulling you even closer to him. His gaze made you squirm, but you’d endured worse. “A woman of your caliber deserves all of my effort.”

You returned his embrace and whispered into his ear, “Can you give me that effort after we’re done waltzing?” You pulled away and looked into his eyes through your lashes, a coy smile on your face.

He laughed lightly and squeezed your waist again. “I thought you’d never ask, my dear.”

PART 2: DIN

Din left the ballroom as planned with the drunken stragglers. The random babbling and stumbling allowed him to slip away unnoticed and sneak around a corner. He was able to keep an eye on the ballroom doors, watching and waiting for her and the target to exit. His plan from here was simple: follow his rival and target to the prince’s chambers, quietly enter, and stun him before he could alert any guards. As for his rival, Din planned on stunning her as well; he couldn’t risk her following him and sabotaging his exit with the bounty. Din was patient—he’d wait for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Once again, she found the perfect way to get under his skin and rile him up just enough to mildly throw him off. Her sultry glances, the way she made sure to look at him during moves that required her to bend over, how her eyes burned through his visor when she looked at him while planting a small, lipstick-stained kiss on the prince’s cheek…

She was taunting him. She had his beskar on the floor and him on his knees, nearly at her mercy, her plush lips curled upwards into a seductive smirk.

Din couldn’t let her get away with this bounty, couldn’t let her slip through his grasp like he had before. She was slowly evaporating before him, disappearing, and laughing as she did it.

She was cruel, relentless, and she had no honor. Din had to adapt to her game and start to play by her rules if he wanted to win the war, even if it meant going against what he knew to be true.

Finally, the pair exited and walked up a staircase immediately to the right of the entrance opposite of where Din was hiding, snapping him out of his thoughts. He enhanced the distance and watched them continue down a corridor. Din’s opening to follow them was at that exact moment—the guards that were directing people out of the ballroom and out of the palace had left and there was no one in sight to spot him as he crept across the floor and up the staircase. He got lucky enough to just catch them making a left, and he checked his surroundings once again before creeping down the corridor. The thermal vision mode showed no significant heat signatures except for ones that seemed further down the corridor, so his luck of avoiding a commotion continued.

The left turn led to a winding staircase—hopefully it led to the prince’s chambers. He slowly climbed it and got off at the first landing, noticing a bright heat signature behind the first door to his left. It had to be her and the prince, and Din turned the thermal mode off so he didn’t have to bear witness to anything unwanted, even if he could only see it through heat signatures. The thought of her below that drunken snob made him seethe where he stood, enough for him to place a hand on his blaster holster, ready to charge into the room and stun the prince before he could even take off her dress.

Patience be damned—Din couldn’t stand the thoughts and images racing through his mind. He waited another half hour, testing the limits of his self-discipline. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore, and he slowly walked over to the door, testing the handle to see if it was locked—and it wasn’t. They must have been in such a rush to fuck that they forgot to lock the door, which was lucky for Din. He slowly opened the door, ready to successfully execute his plan and take an expensive bounty back to Nevarro.

He crept up to the edge of the bed against the wall to his right, moonlight illuminating the lumps under the sheets. There was her red dress in the center of the room in front of the footboard; it looked like it was removed in a rush. Din readied his blaster, aiming at the sleeping form closest to him. Their back was turned but given the fact that there was a random blouse on the floor below them, Din assumed it was the prince. He took a breath and peered over the prince’s shoulder, ready to shoot.

Din lowered his blaster. It wasn’t the prince—it was her. She was peacefully asleep, and she was alone. The moonlight fell perfectly on her face, gently illuminating her features. For once, she wasn’t scowling at him or rolling her eyes; she was gently snoring and hugging a pillow to her body. It was almost endearing to Din—almost. He still had a job to do, and she was still in the way. Din still had to remedy this obstacle.

PART 3: YOU

When you were startled out of your sleep, you whipped out the vibroblade that you in your right hand under the pillow you were hugging and held it to the throat of whoever disturbed you. You swiftly rose to your knees, turning your body quickly to face the offender and threaten them with your blade. When you saw a flash of beskar and felt a gloved hand catch your wrist, you gasped, and then scowled. Why the fuck was the Mandalorian here?

“You better have a good fucking reason for waking me up, Mandalorian,” you growled, your arm still raised. You were eye level with him, and he felt a little more imposing than he had before, but not enough for you to show it.

“I was going to take care of the bounty.”

You scoffed. “And you thought he’d be here with me?” You tried to yank your wrist out of his hand, but he squeezed hard enough to make you drop your knife to the floor instead. “Fuck you.”

Silence filled the air, both of you staring at each other, completely still. You hadn’t tried to move your hand out of his leather grasp, but you secretly didn’t want to. In fact, you almost wanted him to grab your other wrist and pin you down. He tilted his helmet slightly, and you felt your face grow warm; he was eyeing you up like you were one of his bounties.

And you liked it.

“At first I thought doing that was a bad thing,” he said, his modulated voice now tinged with something sultry and predatory. “But now…I think I’ve changed my mind.”

His words made heat run through your veins, and you felt a familiar wetness in your panties. Though your eyes were locked on his beskar helmet, your mind had wandered to a dark place, and you were trying to pull it back to reality, like how you were trying to pull your wrist out of his grasp. Your strength was no match for the Mandalorian, and he pushed you back into the mattress and swiftly pinned your left wrist under his hand. His knees were between your legs—already spread open for him, fuck your body was betraying you—and his helmet was inches from your face. The Mandalorian had you cornered, and you wanted more.

“And what are you going to do about it?” you whispered, mocking him.

He silently considered your taunt, tilting his head. It was almost enough to make you squirm—almost. Just as he had three months ago in Jakku, he’d pinned you down between his thighs, holding you beneath him as he stared down at you. He was giving you the same gaze he’d given you every time he had you cornered and powerless, and over time it had lost its ability to strike fear into you. Now, it incited something akin to lust. It was a lust for finally beating him and breaking the hold he had on you, both physical and mental. Each hunt you started almost always ended with facing him. The bounty had become the easy part of your hunts; the Mandalorian was the real challenge, and you hoped you were his as well.

You held your breath now, waiting for him to say or do something in response. He released your wrists and backed away from you, watching you sit up and fix your hair and night gown.

You realized your thighs were shaking, your pussy aching, and your heart pounding. Every piece of you, every fiber of your being wanted to throw him to the floor and rip him to shreds. You had seen how he had fallen prey to your temptation techniques at the ball—even he wasn’t immune to your sweet seduction. Your story with the Mandalorian had been one of constant battles in a long, deadly war. The bounties you both collected along the way were merely collateral, only used as a means to an end.

At the end of the day, there could only be one winner. It would be the Mandalorian lying in a pool of blood, and you standing above him and his bloody beskar.

PART 4: DIN

She looked…hungry. Ravenous. It was almost enough to make Din respect her and let her have her way. But, it still wasn’t enough—it never would be.

He crossed his arms and kept his eyes locked on her. If she tried anything, he’d strike back.

As he looked at her, he couldn’t help but notice the thin straps oof the nightgown barely staying on her shoulders, its V-neck deep enough to almost reveal too much of her breasts. The white silk of the gown hit her curves and edges almost perfectly, and with the moonlight, Din almost compared her to a mysterious angel. But he could see the darkness behind her eyes, the venom in her movements, the poison in her smile. Even as she sat in front of him, hands folded in her lap, back straight, Din knew she could topple him to the floor in a heartbeat.

And a sick part of him entertained—no, enjoyed—that thought.

“You’re going to leave this place in the morning,” Din stated, breaking the heavy silence.

She scoffed. “Oh, you’re a fucking joker, Mando.”

“I never had a passion for comedy.”

“If you think I’m leaving this bounty to you, you have worms for brains,” she said, crossing her arms. “I have a claim to this bounty.”

“That’s never stopped you before.”

Din hated that he noticed how her breasts came to rest on top of her forearms, at risk of toppling out of the gown’s neckline. He felt his cock stiffen, and he forced himself to focus more on her words and not her breasts, or her lips, or how easy it would be for him to close the small distance between them.

She paused, her lips parting slightly, then closing again. “Listen, Mando,” she hissed. “I had to fight my way through the Guild. Playing by the rules meant I lost. People like you used to walk all over me.”

She stood and marched over to him, only centimeters between her chest and his. Din tilted his helm downwards, taking in her violently angelic appearance.

“Not anymore, Mando. I got sick of sticking to the Code when everyone else around me got to abuse it,” she smirked. “And now look at me. You can’t stand that I’m five steps ahead of you.”

“I wasn’t the one who got my partner killed,” he retorted, dropping his fists to his side.

She stuttered, her expression contorting into one of rage. The demon overtook the angel, and she flew into a fury, pushing his chest plate, ready to fall into the bedside table with him.

Instead, Din managed to use the energy she wasted trying to move him to push her back onto the bed, throwing her off her feet and out of her blind rage. She scrambled to her feet with a growl, and as she stared down at Din, he noticed how truly primal and wild this woman was. There was something so utterly alluring about the way she stared down at him, something that lit a fire within him as well. She was a force to be reckoned with, but he was the only one who had ever been able to tame her.

“Don’t ever say that again,” she growled, her teeth gritted and bared. “You have no idea what I’ve been through.”

Din placed a hand on his holstered blaster, ready to draw it in case she lunged.

“And you don’t know me,” Din countered, taking a small step back to hopefully aid him in case she tried to attack.

“I don’t want to.” She adjusted herself, rolling her shoulders back. “Now, get the fuck out before I yell for the guards.”

Din had to admit that she had him there. She was giving him a chance to leave without incident, something he didn’t think she had the capacity to do.

He walked around the bed and to the open balcony, peering down at the ground. It was a few stories, but he’d make it if he rappelled down.

As he climbed over the edge and started to tie off his grappling hook, he saw her approach, her arms crossed.

Stars, she was attractive. Inviting. Intoxicating.

Thank the gods that he was able to mask his face, otherwise he’d be giving away how intently he was looking her over, studying the the silk gently moved in the night breeze, how the moonlight seemed to make her glow and accent her features in the most angelic and gentle way. It masked the deadliness within, and Din could see how she managed to rope in her bounties now.

“Stay out of my fucking way, Mando,” she snarled, watching him closely. “Interfere with my hunt again, and I’ll be selling your beskar to the Jawas.”

Din only gave her one last glance before pushing off the edge of the balcony, his boots tapping the walls of the palace only a few times before he hit the ground.

He looked up to see she was still watching him, her hands spread wide on the balcony, still bathed in the pure moonlight.

Din had never wanted to return to a threat more than ever.

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mariamermaid · 3 years

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Opposites attract

Mandalorian/ Din Djarin x fem Reader

Summary: When seeing you actually fighting for the first, he realizes you couldn´t be more different. Living together on the Razor Crest, he observes your demanding work you put into your skills, aka. your yoga morning routine.

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: none

A deep breath escaped his mouth, the air building a small cloud in the freezing cold of the razor crest. His muscles felt sore and he massaged his neck, which was revealed for a change. The child slept peacefully, it wasn´t even 6am. yet.

He enjoyed the silence, everything felt at still. No time, just floating through the massless galaxy, which extended eternally.

Suddenly, he heard soft steps on the metal floor. His first instinct was to grab his helmet, but he awaited at the ladder, listening to your movements across the ship. Din wasn´t a person that slept a lot, but after two weeks of traveling with you, he realized, that you were up even earlier than him. He was curious; what were you doing up at this still nightly time?

Just like he had guessed, you weren´t aware of his presence that day.

In the back of the ship, where most space was offered for some kind of cargo, you found your place. Din followed you at a safe distance, you didn´t turn on any light on the way, clearly knowing where to step. How had he always missed your routine? He lurked across the corner, luckily you didn´t even face his direction.

You grabbed a mat, rolled it out on the floor and then started simply stretching. The Mandalorian watched in fascination; while the first exercises seemed easy and loosely, you started increasing the severity. He was amazed how you could move at ease into difficult and demanding poses, from handstand, bridges and splits into compound moves. It was no surprise to Din anymore, as to why you were such a skilled combat fighter. He remembered vividly meeting you for the first time.

“Take Y/n with you, me and Greef will cover you.”

“Fine”, he grunted as Cara offered him an apologetic smile.

Just when he thought he was getting a break, someone showed up and tried to take his dearly child away and, in all honesty, Din grew tired of it. He had come to realize that being a parent of some sorts, was harder than expected. It was no surprise, that he found himself yet again surrounded by bounty hunters that followed their greedy instincts to take the prize money.

“Trust me, she´s one of the best”, Cara continued and Greef nodded agreeing. Mando wasn´t fond of the idea of a stranger, but he did what was best for the child.

“Y/N!” Mando´s eyes travelled across the room, following Cara´s as he spotted a figure through the crowd. You wore a leather attire with minimal pieces of metal to protect you, only on your knees, elbows and forearms.

The barrack was filled with bounty hunters and the locals, who didn´t want them there. But across the room, you started sprinting on top of the tables right into his direction.

Mando realized you were quick, much faster than anyone else in the room and he saw the determination in your eyes, even from afar. A scarf was hiding your face beneath your eyes and your hair was braided. You dodged from shots and as you came closer to the small group of attacked, you jumped off the last table. Most of the hunters and with them the shots that were fired, came from the opposite direction. Mando, Kara and Greef hid behind tables, while locals tried to keep the intruders out. You jumped over the locals and he noticed the rope dangling from the ceiling.

Taken back, he watched as you swung right over his head, landing in front of the table, where he was hiding behind. In your landing, you backflipped and two shots hit the closest of your opponents.

The grin on Cara´s lips was well earned and she gave him a last nod. “Go with her.”

He jumped over the table and together you made your way out.

It was how you met.

When Din thought back to that day, he remembered his astonishment, as well as his respect. But now, almost two weeks later, he came to realize that your skills were made out of hard work and discipline. But he was used to discipline and work, much more to his wonder, he was admiring your differences from himself. In his armor he was strong and almost invulnerable, but his fighting technique suddenly seemed rigid and slow. You moved so smoothly, almost dancing and yet there was strength hidden in your motion. He had seen how quickly you could suddenly lunge forward, just to perform a perfect jump to knock down any opponents.

Comparing himself, you appeared young and much more agile. Full of wanderlust and adventure, but never overhasty. Even more so, you were absolutely beautiful and enjoyed the art of seduction to pursue your goals.

He couldn´t but wonder; the whole galaxy lied at your feet and yet you choose to travel with him, a man in cold, metal armor.

Small.

He felt small compared to you and it scared him. You were capable on your own, you didn´t need him, but what if he needed you more than he could admit? Being a single parent was hard and the child was growingly fond of you.

“It´s rude to stare.”

Mando flinched, jerking his head back behind the corner to put on his helmet, before painfully slowly returning. He felt the heat in his cheeks and his heart suddenly beating faster. Grateful more than ever that you couldn´t see his face.

“I didn´t mean to interrupt.”

You didn´t face him, but you had felt his presence and you smiled softly as he finally approached. Since your arrival in the razor crest, he had avoided all touch with you, almost as if he was afraid you��d break. Clearly, you couldn´t break, only bend.

“Don´t worry.”

He cleared his throat while you continued balancing on your hands.

“Have you always been up this early?”

“Yes, trying to start the day on the right foot.”

He nodded understanding. “Who did teach you all of this?”

You shrugged finally coming up again, feeling as blood rushed through your veins. “At home I always had dance lessons, but-“, you paused. You were leaning over, your forehead touching your legs. The topic wasn´t something you had discussed with the Mandalorian before.

“But when I ran away, I started picking up things here and there.”

He felt like overstepping a boundary, but something in him to pushed going.

“Sorry, I didn´t know.”

“You couldn´t, I guess we all had hard childhoods. Kara told me you were a foundling?”

He nodded and yet again, silence settled between the two of you. More minutes passed and you both calmed in each other’s company. You found that his calm and steady presence centered you, offering a feeling of peace, that you often lost in adventures and travelling. You felt safe with him, but also incredibly small. Especially when simply standing next to each other and his broad, armored shoulders gave you a shield.

“I´m gonna make some breakfast, before the little one wakes up as well”, Mando explained and lifted himself off the box, where he had previously sat. You nodded.

“I´ll join you in a few seconds.”

“No rush.”

When you entered the small kitchen area, which was basically just a table to flap down, the child was already up as well. The small green creature starred hungrily at Mando heating up some food. “Good morning”, you greeted him cheerful, while picking him up. At least it kept him away from trying to steal food.

When Mando was finished, the three of you sat down on a box, each one facing a different direction. Back-to-back with Din, his helmet off to eat, and the child lurking up between the two of you. You could almost feel his broad shoulder brushing against yours.

“He likes you a lot.” Din spoke up, starring down at the child, which cooed in response. It was weird hearing his voice without the helmet, but it was a pleasant sound. Just like his nature; calm and steady.

“I like him too.” A small green smile grinned back at you.

“I like you both.”

Din flinched at your statement, almost spitting out the porridge. Again he felt his heart beating faster, but in a cozy and warming matter.

“You´re the first person, I actually enjoy travelling with, who isn´t in for the money or trying to overthrow or take advantage of me.”

“Oahhhh.” A gibberish sound echoed from beneath you.

“Sorry, persons.”

Din chuckled, a sound you heard for the first time.

“It´s nice having someone at your side, to give you cover and help with little things, like cleaning up after green children.” He admitted as well.

“We´ll make an unlikely family.” You laughed and he joined you in with his deep voice, that send shivers down your spine.

“I guess opposites attract.”

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thewriterowl · 3 years

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Do you have any head cannons for how Din would go about wooing Luke? I know in fics Luke usually gets his emotions figured out first and Din is a slowe burn but I’m wondering how Din might be like “Oh no I like the Jedi...okay that panic is over now how do I get the Jedi”? Is he subtle? Not subtle?

Ooh, ok, that’s a fun one!

So, Din would actually really take some time to think and consider how he should go about this. Because, hey, you know what? He’s pretty tired in resisting things he wants and since he accepted the kid as his own thing have been a lot happier, so why not the same for Luke?

Now, Din I can see being one of two ways: an awkward flirt 100% of the time or a guy who knows 100% how to seduce (but maybe not always for those he likes--as rare as they are). There is no in-between. Cause, he’s a hunter by nature and though I am sure he prefers stealth and just throwing fists, he’s had to at least have lessons on what to do on seducing someone to go somewhere to get them taken care of easier. Even if it is never used, I feel like this would appear in the How to Bounty Hunt in the Galaxy handbook. There was also something sexual in the history he had with the Twi’lek siblings (whether anything happened is up for interpretation but he did something to make them both want him...and it was not by being nice and awkward).

If he is awkward, he would probably be very sweet but a little clumsy. He would ask anyone and everyone he knows. He would do research. He would watch videos. The man would do his research. He’d probably start off with more Mandalorian courting techniques. They could be mundane at first and something friendly rather than romantic, so he can test the waters (offer to cook, training, cleaning weapons, telling stories, etc.) and then start to open himself up more (talking about his past, his dreams for the future, something hard to do for a closed-off-guy from a rather closed-off-culture) and before he hits the big guns of Mandalorian wooing, he would add in some basic stuff; bring Luke personal but small gifts any time he could, ensure he uses Luke’s first name at all chances, give him flowers (something he is a little unaccustomed to but hides it behind getting them from Grogu first until he got more comfortable with such a soft presentation of feelings), and such.

When it seems like Luke is receptive, and possibly understanding and trying to woo back (with a sweet dumbass like Luke it can be hard to tell) then Din starts going a bit “hard-core” for Mandalorian courtship.

Usually Mandalorian partners showed off to each other, each trying to one-up the other to impress them and show capability. This is still done when one of the partners isn’t Mandalorian...only it is just the one doing the showing-off. It is a (self) competitive thing but also to show how well of a provider they are. A put on of confident airs that they are the best selection for whoever they’re wooing. Of course, awkward-Din would take this slow as well. Putting more energy and focus into training to take Luke down, taking on the biggest bounties to bring in bigger and better gifts, providing food, “boasting” about his successes, etc. Luke is eating it up, much to Din’s excitement. But Din doesn’t really get into it until he starts the physical stuff.

It starts when he decides to brave Luke seeing him shirtless. He had a decent body from his diet, life-style, and work-out routine. He had to be healthy and in-shape to survive. He was rather thicc (aka a beefcake) with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and tattoos (cause Din with tattoos?? yes) so he wasn’t too insecure...so he starts off with something easy to pass off with. He keeps his helmet on but trains in just his pants and boots. The planet was warm and he was comfortable enough to do such a thing with Luke even if it did not have a romantic agenda.

When Luke blushes so red his eyes nearly water and walks into a wall, stuttering out his words and barely able to concentrate does Din get a massive boost in confidence.

This would be the time he’d start adding touches. He’ll push hair behind Luke’s ear, bring him close to show how to do forms correctly, pick Luke up and carry him around just cause, use his bedroom voice to optimal level of unfairness on the poor Jedi, and the likes. Luke is always left a blushing, flustered mess. Which makes Din feel very good and does it as often as he can.

He ups his gifts as well. He gets Luke Jedi texts, Beskar items, maybe Mythsosaur bones, and even outfits meant for a King’s consort.

When Grogu is in bed, Din brings in a bit of dirty-talk when Luke is just trying to clean things up from the day or study. Just like, “you’d be beautiful ravished and blissed out” or “you think you’d beg if you were put on this table?” or “I’ve been dreaming about you...about all of you.”

Luke is always close to passing out after that.

Finally, Din would have enough fun and feel like he has made his intentions very clear and confess. But being Din it would probably be very blunt and a bit forward of, “I would marry you right now, if you’d have me. I want to marry you. You’ve become my whole life and I want more.”

Luke, who probably was suffering so much at this time, would probably just tackle him.

While awkward!Din would take a few months, seductive!Din would probably have confessed and gotten Luke to bed within a week. He’d skip over the small stuff and just be like, “i’m going to seduce you now, I’m going to court you, and I’m gonna be very, very non-subtle about it. You need to tell me you don’t like me now if you don’t or things may get awkward.’” But luke, of course, does like him and things are very, very fast paced with a lot of very, very, VERY well done seduction techniques that leave Luke a meek pile of goo.

Luke probably still tackles this Din out of desperation as well.

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maulsscream · 4 years

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MUTUAL TEMPTATION Maul x Ahsoka

This was just going to be a M fic but y’all are making me write another E because the muzzle has usyou feeling things. I 100% agree. Watch me and my thirst traps delivering another banger. Bless @mandalora for the newest addition to the thirst pile.

Please assume Maul had his legs chopped off above the knees for obvious reasons. It’s not rated E for nothing loves.

Disclaimer: as I’ve stated before please assume that Ahsoka is a fully grown adult woman in all my fics. Thanks.

SUMMARY Rated E - 1,815 words

Maul is a lot more agreeable when he’s tied up and gagged. Ahsoka can see the gears turning in his head as he tries to figure what her game plan is. She decides to make him wonder some more.

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Her lightsaber was pointed down at his jugular as Maul sat with his arms locked behind him back, tied up to his elbows by some sort of device from another time. His mouth was clamped shut by the muzzle he had been fitted with on Mandalore. Truly the Mandalorians had a taste for the eccentrics and the barbaric. It was all a little overboard, even for him. The binding of his arms and ankles he could understand, but the muzzle? Were they afraid he would somehow talk his way out of the justice Ahsoka wanted to inflict on him?

The low buzzing of the lightsaber caught his attention if only for a second. His eyes followed the blinding blue length of it back up to her face. Her intimidation techniques were weak at best. If her goal was to keep him from trying anything rash, she could have simply kept to the bounds he was in. But the look behind her eyes spoke of something else. Maul arched an eyebrow in a questioning manner. What exactly was her game plan here?

“You might think you know everything about me, but you’re wrong.”

Maul doubted that. He had searched the clone’s head thoroughly to gain every drop of intel he could about the young woman. It had been fascinating. She was as arrogant as she was headstrong. Of course there had been no place for her with the Jedi. She had a thirst for adventure. Had she finished her training under Skywalker, the thrill of protecting her precious republic would have never satisfied her just like it hadn't satisfied him. She had a greater purpose.

“Now don’t try anything.”

She said as she leaned her face in close threateningly, the tip of her lightsaber forcing him to tilt his chin up towards her. She turned her wrist just so and he could see in her eyes she was debating whether or not he deserved justice after all. There was darkness there, a potential he had seen during their duel. The conclusions he had drawn from the trooper’s memories of her were correct. Ahsoka Tano was neither good nor evil. She served no one. She simply was.

She saw his eyes glimmer with anticipation and delight as if he were daring her to just get it over with. Kill him or free him. Those were his options, not the ones she had picked for him. The blade of her lightsaber disappeared at the press of a button and she placed it back at her hip. Maul followed the motion carefully. He couldn't wait to see where this was all going.

What fun!

She was still too close for either of their comfort, although the zabrak couldn’t complain much. He hadn’t been subject to any torture yet but he guessed that might have been the reason she was in his holding cell. He had heard her sending his guards away before entering the room. It wouldn’t be her style but with no one to answer for but herself, it might have been her last desperate attempt at getting answers. Still, there was one last option she hadn't tried if torture was her last resort...

To his surprise, Ahsoka lowered herself in a squatting position in front of him and Maul had to strain to maintain eye contact. With the very restricted range of motion he possessed, it was almost impossible to see what she was doing down at that level. His legs spread further apart and he squirmed to sit up straight. There was an attempt at leaning his upper body forwards but the jolt of her hand to her weapon stopped him dead in his tracks.

She held his full attention.

“I hear these came as a reward.”

The former Jedi said as she knocked on the mechanical part of his leg with her knuckle. Maul rolled his eyes. The antagonising game would only last so long. He could see in her eyes she wanted more than to just look at his prosthetics.

Her hands encircled them and ran up their length ever so slowly, feeling every tiny scratches and small indents in the metal underneath her palms. For the first time that he could recall, Maul wished he had sensations in his lower legs. Just so that he could feel what she was depriving him of. Clearly this was her game. She would only give him so much, just a taste that was enough to feed the fire and make him long for more.

Her hands stopped at his knees, tapping her fingernails against the junction of flesh and metal. Maul caught himself wanting to feel those nails against his skin, across his body. Seduction tricks had never worked on him, he was not that kind of being. He was too smart to be so easily distracted by hollow promises and lustful glances. No. This wasn't it.

This wasn't a trick. Maul could feel it through the force. This was genuine. The attention he was paying her doubled, his senses sharpening and his psyche honing in on her presence.

Ahsoka used his knees as leverage to rise back up on her feet, causing Maul to tense in anticipation. She pressed on the his legs harder, reminding him of just how restrained and uncomfortable he was in his shackles. Was she expecting him to plea for his freedom back?

He chuckled, a soundless rumble that shook his whole body. She could read how amused he was by the way he was devouring her with his eyes. Her web was tightening around him. Whether he knew where she was headed or not with that line of interrogation, she didn't care. She only cared about him lowering his defences enough for her to penetrate his mind.

“I wonder... what’s going on up there?”

Ahsoka brought her fingertips to his temples and focused. She could feel him resisting, his mind straining not to let her in. He was going to fight her all the way, building walls as she dug deeper. Her jaw was clenched and her eyebrows furrowed. Fine, if he wanted to play the hard way so could she.

She climbed on top of him, making sure to drag the motion of her pelvis closing the gap between their bodies as much as possible. His breathing was quickening from both the mental blocks he was putting up and the sudden act of intimacy, his chest heaving. She had no trouble fitting her small frame onto his lap. He was oddly comfortable and warm, a reaction she guessed she had caused.

Maul continued to observe her with carnal fascination, the sound of his hearts loud in his ears. She was persistent. He knew what she would be searching for inside his thoughts, but he could give her something else. Something she might have wanted even more. Surely the thrill of the forbidden fruit would outweigh her need of answers.

Ahsoka had to focus on the task at hand. They could have fun later. As much as she wanted to see more of the tattoos littering his chest, she wanted answers first. She squeezed her legs harder around his waist and gave one last push into his mind. Her hands were fully wrap around his head now, her fingers toying with the release of the muzzle. Perhaps the promise of a reward would make him take the bait.

That he did.

Maul caved in all at once, his eyes closing as her forehead touched his. His thoughts were the definition of organised chaos. There was a sea of pain and suffering that Ahsoka quickly waived in favour of a less threatening and much more enticing dark corner of his mind. What was he hiding in there?

She had been baited, too. Her need for answers suddenly flew out the window. Maul focused his mind on the unspoken truth between them. She had just openly began her little dance of seduction leaving him barely any room to reciprocate given his physical situation.

But that’s what you like, isn’t it?

His thoughts were louder than a wampa as they echoed inside her own mind. She didn’t have to focus so much on making sense out of all of the glimpses of could-have-been he was showing her. The picture was clear enough.

In their conjoined minds, Ahsoka was clutching the top of his tunic, their bodies desperately pressing together. He was still tied up at the exception of his muzzle that had been discarded on the floor. Maul was kissing and biting along her exposed shoulder and throat, leaving marks on her feverish skin. He wanted to claim her just as much as he wanted to be made hers. In the vision, although she wasn’t sure now what was fiction and what was reality, one of her hands ran down his front and shakily entered his clothes, past the large belt and into his pants to grasp his length.

Her head was spinning. It was hard to focus when she could see from both of their perspectives. When she could feel both of their sensations and needs. It felt like an eternity before she reopened her eyes to find herself in the same exact position as the vision, only the muzzle was still on this time.

Ahsoka could feel him throbbing in her hand, a satisfied look in his eyes. She didn’t hesitate as she started moving her hand around him. Maul’s eyes were glued to hers, watching ever little change in her expression. The slight curl of her lips speaking of victory. His pupils were blown wide open with want. Ahsoka could see his breathing fogging up the metal of the gag. It would have been cruel to leave now. After all, she would be left begging for more too. But she could take care of herself.

She nuzzled her face into his neck, pressing a couple of kisses there but stopping when she heard his head thud against the panel behind him. Maul’s eyes rolled back into his skull and his hips rocked into her hand with a loud groan. He was at her complete mercy and there was something to be said about just how much he was eagerly giving in.

Her movements slowed before completely stopping. Maul understood the nature of the game. Ahsoka removed her hand from his pants, determined to make this last. She tucked his clothes back onto his large frame properly, giving a tug at his restraints to make sure they were still fully in place before gracefully unlocking her legs from around his waist and standing up. It left Maul admirative. She could show more self control than he had anticipated. Next time, he’d have to do better.

She’d visit him again now that she knew he was pliable.

Maul gave her a look that let her know he was looking forward to it.

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