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beskarandblasters · 8 months

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One Man Wolfpack

Din Djarin x Cassian Andor x Poe Dameron x F!Reader (but this time we’re focusing on reader x one of these guys 👀)

Part three of What Happens on Coruscant, Stays on Coruscant

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Author’s note: So I realized that I love the dynamic of this little trio too much to stop writing for them so here’s a part three! Reading the first two parts in necessary to understand the dynamic/background these three have with the reader.

Summary: One of the three men decides to take a trip take a trip to The Big Bang to see Nova by himself, causing a rift in the friend group.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, no one knows Din’s name, this part is very much focused on one of the men in particular, sex work, reader has an alias she uses at the brothel (Nova), blowjob, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, pet names, dom/sub vibes, small argument between two characters, no use of y/n

Mando walks the streets of Coruscant alone and on a mission. Never in a million years did he think he would be going to The Big Bang alone but here he is, making the trek to the lower levels on a rainy night.

He stops at the front of The Big Bang and takes a deep breath. He’s nervous… but why? He doesn’t have Poe to tease him or Cassian’s feelings to worry about so why is he feeling this way?

He enters the brothel and the lobby is packed tonight. He has to push past people and slide by them. He turns heads of course. A Mandalorian in a brothel is a sight to behold. He keeps his gaze down to the floor as he makes his way to the desk where Salva is standing again.

“Mando, how nice it is to see you! And you’re alone this time. Looking to be serviced tonight?”

“Yes… Is Nova available?”

She raises an eyebrow at your name. She’s surely surprised that Mando’s here to see you alone without the other two.

“Well isn’t tonight your lucky night. She’s available now.”

She moves out from behind the desk and holds the curtain aside for Mando.

“Same room as last time. Pay before you leave!”

He mutters a quick “thank you” before sliding past her and into the hallway. He stops at your door and gives it a quick knock. You answer the door adorned in black lingerie just like the first time he came here.

“Mando?” you ask, blinking a few times at the sight of him, partially in disbelief, “Are you alone?”

“Yes,” he says nonchalantly, stepping into your room, the door closing behind him.

“Oh okay,” you say, “Not that I’m complaining though,” you quickly add.

It’s a little awkward without the other two. The three personalities bounced off of each other harmoniously; Poe’s charm, Cassian’s affection and Mando’s weird shy but dominant nature. Despite the bickering, the three of them work well together. So you decide to turn up the charm.

“So Mando… what are you in the mood for tonight?”

“On your knees. Now.”

There it is; the dominant Mando coming out at the flip of a switch. You do as you're told and sink down to your knees, face to face with the massive bulge in front of you. He pulls his cock out and you’re reminded of how much you struggled to fit in your mouth last time. You look up at him with wide eyes, asking for further instruction.

“You know what to do,” he says sternly.

You take a deep breath and take him into your mouth, jaw opening wide enough to accommodate his girth. His gloved hands move to hair, keeping a tight grip on it as you suck his cock. His moans, low and modulated, slip out from underneath the helmet. You feel a little giddy inside knowing that you got Mando to crack, that you can pull these lewd sounds from him.

One of your hands goes to cup his balls and that’s when he starts to curse under his breath. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock before returning his full length back into your mouth. You feel his balls tense up in your hand and you now he’s close. And sure enough he cums hard, holding your head in place in the process. Tears spring in the corners of your eyes just like last time but you try to blink them away as you swallow his cum.

“That’s right, cry while you suck my cock like a good girl,” he says, the stoic visor fixated on you.

You finish swallowing his release and pull him out of your mouth. You rise from the floor and open your mouth to ask what’s next but he places his hands on your waist, pushes you towards the bed and says, “Hands and knees.”

“Y-yes, Mando,” you say shakily, completely overtaken by dominant Mando.

You slip off your underwear and unclasp your bra, tossing them on the floor before getting on the bed. You prop yourself up on your hands and knees like you were told and wait for him. You hear his gloves hit the floor and feel a finger tease your cunt. You shudder in anticipation and arch your back a little more, sticking your ass up for him.

“Getting a little needy, aren’t we?”

You whine in response. He chuckles a little bit before sliding a finger in, leaving it inside you completely still.

“Mando, please,” you beg.

“You want more?”

“Please.”

“Fine,” he says, curling his finger against your walls.

It feels so good but it’s not enough to cum. You need more.

“More, Mando. Please,” you whine.

“What was that?”

“I need more.”

“You have to say it.”

“I need more of your fingers, Mando. Please,” you beg.

“Good girl,” he says, just as he pushes another finger in.

He stimulates your g-spot perfectly and you feel yourself getting close. Your knees start to feel wobbly beneath you and you haven’t even taken his cock yet. Your orgasm arrives and your cunt clenches his fingers as you cum, contracting and releasing in rhythmic waves.

He pulls his fingers from you and slicks his cock with your wetness before entering you without warning. Your breath hitches in surprise and you do your best to take his size. His hands grab your hips and pull you into him as he pounds you. His cock hits the deepest angles inside you as he thrusts in and out, burying his cock deeper with each movement of his hips.

Your orgasm washes over you, the muscles in your core contracting and releasing erratically and this new and more intense orgasm. Your cunt flutters around his cock and pulls his own orgasm from him. Meaning that he just came inside you. You feel his warm release coat your insides before he pulls out. You collapse onto the bed and he remains standing, putting his cock back into his flight suit.

“You came inside me,” you say quietly.

“And?”

You sigh, “Nothing, I guess.”

He kneels on the bed by your face and asks, “You have an implant don’t you?”

“Well yes but-”

“Then take my seed like a good girl.”

“O-okay,” you say with shaky breath.

He gets up to leave and you roll over on the bed and watch him go.

“Until next time, Mando.”

He responds with a tip of his helmet and then he’s gone. He feels just as good as he did the last two times he came, maybe even better since he came alone this time. He walks down the lobby and stops at the front desk to pay. Salva greets him with a knowing smile and says, “Two hundred and fifty credits this time, Mando,”

He takes out the credits and makes sure to leave a nice tip. He did cum inside you after all. Salva wishes him a good night and he turns to leave. But he’s stopped by a familiar face.

“Wow, didn't think you’d come here alone, Mando. Stella and I had a great time. Who did you see?” Poe says, cheerful as ever.

Mando’s silent for a moment before he speaks.

“Nova,” he says.

He watches Poe’s face go from a cheeky grin to a frown, the look of betrayal evident on his face.

“Nova?? She’s like… a boy’s night out thing only.”

“She’s a prostitute, Poe,”

“I can’t believe this,” Poe says, turning to leave and shaking his head as he walks out.

Mando stood there in the lobby not even fully understanding what he did wrong.

Poe however heads straight back to the docking yard where he boards his ship.

“BB-8, I need to send a transmission to Cassian Andor on Ferrix,” Poe says, still fuming.

“Cass, I need you to meet me on Coruscant as soon as you can. It’s about Nova and Mando. We’ll talk more once you get here. I’ll be at the same docking yard as last time.”

Cassian receives the transmission and B2EMO plays it for him. His mind is spinning with possibilities as to what Poe meant. But deep down in his gut he knows that probably means Mando went to see Nova by himself. The jealousy seethes inside him as he prepares for his journey to Coruscant, anxious to meet Poe and get this straightened out.

As for Mando, he walks back to the Razor Crest with at least one thing straight; he had a good time and that’s all that matters to him.

Part four: And We’re the Three Best Friends that Anyone Could Have

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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The Mandalorian MasterList

**All ratings are individual to each story. Read warnings and tags at the top of the stories.

Requested Scenarios

Hidden Desires Series MasterList

Frozen Series MasterList

Riduurok Series MasterList

Stress Relief

Midnight Excursions

Muffled Sounds

Prey

Just Pleasure

Chemical Feelings - Sex Pollen

Body Heat

Gut Wrenching - Sex Pollen

Secrets - Virgin!Mando

Tradition

The Cave

In The Darkness

Unusual Situation {Mando x F!Reader x Ezra}

The Box - F!Mando!Reader

The View

Bred - Alpha!Mando

Needs

Me’dinuir {Mando x F!Reader x Paz Vizsla}

The Deal {Mando x F!Reader x Cobb Vanth}

The Hot Springs

Close Quarters

Heavy Is The Head That Wears The Beskar

The Face Beneath The Beskar

Kar’ta

Bittersweet Goodbye

The Path (Soulmate AU) (3000 Follower Give Away Fic)

The Throne - King!Din

Cantina Copulation

Le Trio de Fleur - Sex Pollen {Mando x F!Reader x Paz Vizsla}

Aliit

Beskar Bordello

Dreams vs. Reality

Blue Crush - Sex Pollen

Do It Now

The Mand’alor - F!Mando!Reader

Carbonite Cyar’ika {Mando x F!Reader x Poe Dameron}

The Mand’alor’s Riduur - F!Mando!Reader

The Return of the Mandalorian

Dosed - Sex Pollen

Bacta Bonding

Winning Stakes

All Access Card

One Night on Tatooine

Simply Din Djarin

Driven By Power

The Covert Cantina

The Future of Mandalore

Vivid - Sex Pollen

Unexpectedly Mated {Alpha!Mando x F!Omega!Reader}

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peppermint-toads · 2 years

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din djarin asks you said?? what about a raging hurt comfort. like brink of death, Din is distraught at the thought of losing you type deal, maybe you’re tortured and he can’t get there in time and then you’re in and out of consciousness and he’s FREAKING tf out bc he thinks he’s going to lose you and it’s all his fault. basically some real dramatic shit?

an: i got carried away sorry hope you like it, pre-grogu btw

cw: actual torture, blood, be warned, 1.7k words

He prodded your stomach again with his blaster, holding it there so the metal barrel dug into your flesh.

“Where is he?”

“I told you,” you sputtered through a mixture of blood and saliva. “I don’t know.”

You wheezed, gulping down burning breaths through impacted lungs. You were suspended from the ceiling, durasteel binders held up with a chain that was bolted above you. Your feet dangled above the cold, concrete floor of the cell. You pointed your toes as best as you could to take some strain off your shoulders and wrists.

There were two stormtroopers in the small room and what looked like a lieutenant. It was hard to see the markings on his uniform with your blurry vision. The troopers had already battered your face and body, your under eyes starting to swell and bruise. Your lip was busted and you could taste the coppery fluid coating them.

A Galactic Empire general was on the run, seeking refuge with the rebels. Mando had picked up the fob and brought the two of you to some dingy casino on Nar Shaddaa. You were sitting next to one door, Mando at the other.

“Eyes?” He asked through the commlink.

“Yeah.” You confirmed, swirling your drink around with your straw. You were dressed in your best clothes and nicest makeup, Mando had told you it’d help distract the runaway general. You were bait, essentially.

You spotted him, stocky build, stringy blond hair, droopy eyes completed with purple bags. You were ready to get it over with, tired and the constant clinking and whirring of slot machines was about to push you over the edge.

You definitely weren’t as sharp as usual. Mando had been running you around the galaxy for the past few days, which meant no sleep, little food, no showers. You could’ve collapsed face first onto the illuminated table if you wanted. But he had promised. As soon as the bounty was secured, you could return to the Crest and he would buy you colo claw fish, roasted porg, anything you could possibly want. So, you pushed through and did as he asked.

You guessed the Empire caught onto yours and Mando’s little sting operation and decided to interrupt. Blaster shots rang through the dimly lit casino and biotic grenades exploded the walls. Only one thought flashed through your mind: Mando.

You glanced around through smog and blaster smoke, searching for beskar. You saw him. There were four stormtroopers on him, he was struggling. You opened your mouth to scream for him, but the blunt end of a blaster was slammed into your temple, and you were crumpling to the floor. You had woken up in a fog hours later, curled up on a metal cot in a holding cell.

You barely had time to lift your head to your pulsing head before the trio was storming in and suspending you in the air.

“You don’t know?”

You shook your head, hair falling over your face.

The lieutenant glanced at one of the troopers and nodded his head toward you. They exchanged short, firm nods, and the trooper stepped closer to you. He pulled a black rod from his belt, and flipped a switch. You flinched as the end of it jolted to life with blue electricity.

It buzzed louder and louder as he got closer. You thrashed in your shackles, caving in your stomach as far away from him as you could. He pushed the prod onto your bare thigh and you yelped, nerve endings crackling and searing with white hot pain. You swung in the air until the other stormtrooper forcibly stabilized you.

“Where is the traitor?” The lieutenant’s tone was far more insistent now, he was growing impatient. There were so many things you wanted to say, tell him he was the one who scared him off in the first place, but you could barely even open your eyes.

The lieutenant nodded to the trooper again. This time, he shoved the prod onto your hip bone that was barely covered by your underclothes. Your throat strained with the high pitch screech you let out. The thin skin covering your bone was far more sensitive to the pain.

It went on like that for what had to have been hours, days even. The same questions, the same results.

Finally, the lieutenant signaled the trooper to release your binds, letting your wrists free. They had no reason to worry about you escaping, you were barely alive.

Your body smacked against the ground and you grunted. You lifted your hand to brush over your rib cage and winced. You definitely had a cracked rib or two.

You caught a glimpse of the rest of your body, hardly believing what you looked like. Each prod had left a red, blistering center with purple veins blossoming outward. You counted six, maybe seven of them.

You lie on the ground, staring at the grate on the floor that swallowed up your blood with a gross gurgle. Your eyes couldn’t keep up anymore, and the warmth of unconsciousness overtook your body, finally letting you relax.

You dreamt of fond things; finally getting the huge, warm meal Mando had promised, the safe whooshing of hyperspace passing you by on the crest, but most of all, Mando. You were running through a meadow on some sunny planet somewhere. He stood firmly planted in the tall grass that was swaying in the wind. He got closer, and closer, and closer. You could practically feel the warmth of his chest on yours until you were startled awake by the cell doors sliding open.

A stormtrooper was on you quickly, gripping your biceps and trying to pull you up.

“Get the fuck away from me! I already told you I don’t know where he is.” You spat, using the last of your energy to meekly flail and scream and kick against his white, plasticy shins.

“Mesh’la, it’s me. You are hurt.” You didn’t miss the way his hands trembled around you.

His voice sounded a little different through the helmet, but it was still his. The burst of adrenaline seeped from your body, and you slumped back against the floor, knowing you were safe again.

“You look fucking terrible in that.” You flashed him a weak, red-stained smile before your head thumped back against the concrete, and he fell to his knees.

He shook you, whispering your name, willing you to wake up. Your eyes rolled open for a second and you coughed his name back.

He flung you over his shoulder, and thankfully you couldn’t feel the way the plastic armor dug into your ribs and hips.

He carried you through the massive Empire ship. The hallways were all dark, and they all looked the exact same, but Mando managed to expertly navigate through them somehow.

You didn’t wake again until you were back on the Crest. You couldn’t really move. You stared straight up, met with the steel ceiling; you were on the floor. You turned your head, taking in a sharp breath as you did. Half of the med kit was strewn across the floor. You chuckled, it made sense. You were usually the one patching him up.

The bend of your elbow stung where he must’ve administered the bacta through an IV. The rest of your wounds were slathered with a layer of salve and covered with sloppy, rushed dressings.

You tried to sit up, but when your abdomen crunched you cried out. Mando had appeared by your side in an instant. He loomed over you, clad again in the beskar you were used to.

“You’re awake.” He stated, kneeling by your head.

“Thank you, for the,” you gestured towards your body, “patch up.”

“I used you as bait and you almost died. When I reached your cell, you were almost dead. If I had come one minute later, you would be dead.”

He said it like he was replaying the events in his head, confirming that he’d done what he’d done.

He’d like to believe he just didn’t want to be alone again after having you around for so long, that you were just another body aboard his ship. Really, though, the Mandalorian was growing to care for you, and it scared him.

“Mando it-it's not your fault.” You struggled to talk, still finding great difficulty in taking in a full breath. “I should’ve been more careful-”

“No.”

You recoiled at his tone.

“What did they do to you.” He demanded.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“Can you be serious?” He begged.

That was the one time you felt like you needed to be strong for him, if you broke down, he would have lost it and you could feel it. You ignored your injuries as best you could, just talking to him, reminding him that you’re alive.

You shifted your weight to one elbow with a grimace, using your other hand to pull his bare hand close to your chest. Mando relaxed, feeling your warm skin and beating heart. You started to speak.

“After they left, the troopers and the lieutenant, I-I must’ve passed out. But, I saw you in my head, and I knew you were coming. I wasn’t scared for a second.” You smiled with fat tears welling in your eyes as you stared where you thought his eyes would be.

You pushed yourself to your knees, stopping midway to catch your breath. Mando had tried to help you up, but you pushed him off.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning awkwardly over his body. Slowly, he lifted his hands to wrap them around your back. You melted into him and he held you tighter. The stabbing pain in your ribs and stomach meant nothing because he was holding you so close. He cradled the back of your head and pressed your cheek into his shoulder.

“I thought I lost you.”

It was a choked whisper crackling through his vocoder.

“I can’t do it without you anymore. I need you here.” He admitted.

You thought for a moment, that you heard him choke down a sniffle. And out of the corner of your eye, you watched a salty tear roll down his neck and bleed onto his cowl.

“I’m not leaving, Mando.”

You’re not leaving.

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rinixo · 2 years

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give it up (i’m complacent)

Din Djarin/Reader | 4.1k | Rated E | afab reader, no y/n, vaginal sex, dirty talk, canon divergence, chasing

A hastily made bet results in you being ‘hunted’ by Mando on a derelict ship.

Non-linear oneshots featuring you, a university scholar from Naboo who is helping The Mandalorian seek out the Jedi.

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The feeling of coming out of hyperspace was subtle, but in a small ship it was enough to shake you awake. Opening your eyes slowly, you peered at Mando from your seat behind him where you had drifted off. You had spent some time down in the hold with the baby, playing games and singing made up songs trying to get him tired out enough to fall asleep. It had finally worked, and you had tucked him into his cradle before climbing up into the cockpit to chat with Mando before eventually dozing off yourself.

“Are we there already?” You yawned, and sat up. Your intrepid trio was on the way to a planet with ruins supposedly associated with the Jedi, but it was across the sector and you were sure you hadn’t been asleep quite that long.

“No,” Mando replied. “Got a distress ping, going to check it out.”

Interested, you sat up and looked out the window. Ahead of you, growing larger as you approached, was the floating mass of a ruined starcruiser. It looked abandoned – all lights seemed to be off, and all life pods looked to be deployed.

“What happened to it?” You wondered, moving up closer to Mando to get a better look. He navigated the Razor Crest to the side of the mangled ship, and the two of you looked at the exterior curiously.

“Pirates, maybe?” Mando guessed. “Or some kind of malfunction. Maybe the reactor blew. Asteroid impact. Who knows. Anything could happen out here in intersolar space.”

None of those sounded very pleasant, and you frowned. “Well, it doesn’t look like anyone’s there,” you observed. “Probably just an automated distress ping. Should we keep going?”

Instead of turning away from the derelict, Mando instead moved to anchor the Crest next to an intact docking port. You looked at him in confusion.

“What-“

“Could be good salvage,” Mando explained, pushing a few buttons on his dash before rising and moving past you to head down the ladder. “Worth checking out.”

You followed him down into the cargo bay. “Since when do you salvage derelict ships?” You interrogated.

“I usually don’t,” he replied. “But that ships got a Illium-class merchant signature, and it looks like the crew left in a hurry.”

That got your attention. You had never been to Illium, but knew it by reputation alone. It was a planet operated by research and corporate enclaves and enjoyed significantly less restrictions when it came to manufacturing proscribed materials. Any trade coming to or from Illium likely either had rare goods or the materials for making rare goods on board.

“I want to go,” you insisted, and Mando did not object. You looked over to the baby’s floating cradle, knowing he was probably fast asleep after spending the last few hours terrorizing you. “What about him?” You asked. The child usually behaved himself well-enough when tucked against Mando’s side, but you were hesitant to wake him after spending so long trying to get him to sleep.

“He’ll be fine,” Mando said assuredly. “I already have to watch out for you – I don’t need to keep an eye on him as well.”

Frowning, you crossed your arms and watched Mando rummage through his supplies. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You inquired. Shrugging, Mando continued to look through his things, picking out different tools.

“Come on,” he chided at your unamused expression. “You have to admit, you’re not exactly…” he gestured vaguely in your direction.

“Not exactly what?” You tapped your foot, annoyed.

Sighing, Mando looked up from his crouched position. “Nope,” he stated. “I already backed myself up into a corner with this one.”

With a ‘hmmph’, you turned on your heel and grabbed your pack. “You think I can’t take care of myself?” You queried. Mando was silent, but that silence was all the answer you needed.

“I can take care of myself,” you continued, slinging your pack over your shoulder and walking back to your companion, who had risen to his full height. “In fact,” you insisted, poking him right in his stupid shiny chest, “I could elude you, mister bounty hunter, if I really wanted to.”

That got a response from Mando, and that it was a short laugh served only to infuriate you further. “You?” He placed his hands on his hips. “I could track you down in less than an hour, little mouse.”

Less than an hour? You couldn’t see his face, but in your annoyed state of mind you imagined it as smug at the way his voice sounded. You couldn’t let this stand. You had to prove you were more capable than he thought you were.

“Let’s make a bet,” you declared, mirroring Mando with your hands on your hips. “If I can hide from you in that derelict for an hour, you have to admit you were wrong, and I get first choice of salvage.”

“And if I catch you before the hour is up?” Mando inquired. “What do I win?”

You shrugged. “Uh, anything you want, I guess.”

Mando slowly crossed his arms, and leaned back slightly. From this angle, you had the feeling he was eyeing you from underneath his helmet, and you fought the urge to shiver.

“Alright. Deal,” he said, holding out his hand. With a triumphant smirk, you took it and shook, signifying the beginning of the chase.

Twenty or so minutes later, you cursed as you tripped over a piece of debris in the hallway you were in. You had convinced Mando to give you half an hour to prepare, and had since been making your way through the dark and desolate ship trying to come up with a plan for evading the hunter. For all your boasting, you hadn’t exactly given much thought to how you were going to win this bet.

You had been able to look up the schematics and floorplans of the derelict before boarding. Luckily it was a standard model, fairly common among merchants, so it was easy to track down information on the layout and basic features.

At the moment, you were making your way towards the drive core. It had to have a little bit of power left in it, the flickering lights and artificial gravity evidence enough. Your knowledge of electronics wasn’t exactly top-tier, but you knew – or at least hoped – that the energy signatures in the core would help hide you from any tracking tech Mando would employ against you. If the drive core was unstable enough, perhaps it could even scramble his tech, giving you that much more time to escape. That it could also scramble your internal organs was a risk you were willing to take in order to defend your pride.

The drive core was at the back-center of the ship, and had several entrances and exits leading to different sections of the ruined vessel. Even if Mando did manage to find you, you could easily escape into a different room if needed.

A small chime from your wrist made you speed up. Five minutes before your half-hour lead was up, and Mando would board the ship looking for you. Following what signage still existed, you rounded several corners until you saw the doors marked ‘engineering’. They were part-way blasted open, and sucking in your breath you squeezed yourself through the gap between the two panels to slip inside.

A low ‘hum’ filled the room, along with a pale blue, flickering light. The drive core, tilted on its side, let off just enough energy to keep the basic emergency functions of the ship going. The shielding around it was in pieces, and the static electricity in the room made your clothes crackle and loose hair stick up. Other than that, it seemed fairly stable, and you looked around the room for a good hiding spot.

Towards the back of the room was a ruined balcony with a door on either side. More debris covered it, and while you knew it would be a tight fit, you decided to go up there for your initial hiding spot. It was up and out of the way, cast in shadow from the dim light of the core, and the doors offered you a potential escape if Mando managed to track you in here.

Another chime, and you climbed hurriedly up the balcony. Mando would be on the ship now. Your heart pounded, from nervousness and excitement. You were faintly reminded of playing hide and seek as a child as you tucked yourself behind a mangled wall panel. Pleased with yourself, you settled down and pulled it in front of you as far as you could while still having a sliver of vision visible to keep an eye out for your masked predator.

The minutes ticked by, and you shifted uncomfortably. Your back was starting to ache from your crouched position, but you didn’t dare move for fear of making noise. An hour didn’t seem so long when you had first made the bet, but now it felt like an eternity. You consoled yourself by imagining Mando admitting he was wrong about you. What a sweet prize.

‘Thmp.’

A noise made you freeze, and you held your breath. For several moments, all you heard was the rush of your heartbeat in your ears. Had you just imagined it?

‘Thmp.’

Another one. Definitely not imagining it, you decided. Still holding your breath, you peered through the narrow peephole you had left yourself.

You couldn’t see anyone else in the room yet, but could hear him coming. You knew Mando could move incredibly silently, as he had accidentally snuck up on you inside the Razor Crest several times. The fact that you could hear him now was odd – perhaps he was doing it on purpose? To either scare your or try to give you an easier time evading him? Rude.

The sound of shrieking metal made your heart seize. You watched as a dark figure grasped the broken doors and slid them apart, making enough room for him to enter the drive core. The light emitted from the heart of the ship wasn’t bright enough for you to see very clearly, but the silhouette looking around the room was distinctly Mandalorian.

Prior to leaving the ship, Mando had asked you to come up with something to let him know if you needed to stop or needed help. You decided on the word ‘wampa’, which you were sure would have gotten an eye roll from him if you could see his face. At the time, it was a silly thing, but now, as you watched his imposing shadow move slowly across the mangled ship walls, the word lodged itself in your throat. Suddenly this bet was starting to feel like less than a good idea.

You had always known he was dangerous. He exuded an aura of strength and power exclusive to those who were trained to take down their prey as efficiently as possible but with as much force as might be necessary. You had seen him deflect blaster shots with his armor, break a man’s neck, and drag bounties twice your size with ease.

The sound of his boots loomed closer and closer, and you pressed yourself as silently against the wall as you could, body tense and ready to run at a moment’s notice. You felt like a prey animal, cornered and about to be devoured, and a short chill ran up your spine. The anticipatory fear you had begun to feel turned into excitement. Like playing hide and seek as a child, the beating of your heart and the adrenaline coursing through your body made your head spin. However, now, as an adult, it created a different kind of thrill.

He was less than two meters away now, and you knew if you were going to flee it had to be now. As quietly as possible, you began to slip towards the door. You were nearly there…

“Come out of hiding, little mouse.”

You dashed out of your hiding place and through the nearby doorway, barreling into a dark room filled with overturned tables and broken machinery. Some kind of workshop? You didn’t have time to stop and look around, as you could hear Mando right on your heels. He had more trouble maneuvering through the debris than you, but still navigated through with ease belied by his heavy looking armor.

Remembering the layout you had studied earlier, you headed towards where you hoped a ventilation shaft was. Mando was agile, but you knew he would struggle fitting inside the tight space. You, however, would ideally be able to skitter out of his reach.

There it was, just ahead. Heart pounding, you dived towards the entrance, praying to the stars that it wasn’t full of anything too toxic or painful. Grimacing as you hit the cold metal, you hoisted yourself further inside, your ankle just barely escaping Mando’s swift attempt at grasping it.

Panting, you, backed yourself further into the narrow space as Mando leaned down to peer inside at you. With a smirk, you waved your fingers before turning and climbing further up and into the dark.

“Close, but not close enough!” You laughed, voice echoing in the tight space. A growl was his response, and you could hear him turn and stomp away, no doubt to find your exit before you did. Not if I can help it, you thought, crawling on your hands and knees through the dark, narrow channel.

Thirty minutes later – or so you guessed – you were still in the ventilation system, leaning up against one of the walls at a kind of crossroads. Based on what you had been able to see through gaps in the metal, you guessed you were up near the top of the ship, closer to the navigational and living spaces. You had spied Mando a couple of times, careful to move quietly in the opposite direction of wherever he was heading. It had been a good ten minutes since you had last seen him, and were currently deciding on your next best move.

“Tired yet, little mouse?” A scratchy voice emanated from your wrist, making you jump slightly. Frowing, you turned the volume on your communicator down, hissing back at your taunting playmate.

“Nope,” you quipped. “Wide awake, actually. How are you, old man? Must be hard, being up past your bedtime…”

Another annoyed growl, and you stifled a pleased giggle. “Did I hit a sore spot?”

“You’re gonna regret that,” Mando warned, and something in his voice, scrambled as it was through the comm, made you shiver with delight. You knew it wasn’t a true threat, but it was embarrassingly arousing. This whole game was at this point – part of the thrill of being hunted by a man who you knew would never hurt you.

A low rumble emanated from the core of the ship, making the shaft you were in shake. It almost sounded like the ship was turning back on, but that couldn’t be true…could it?

“Ahem,” you coughed, beginning to crawl down the nearest channel. “Did you feel that Mando?”

“Mmm,” was his response. “I wondered if this ship had enough juice left to re-route some emergency systems to ventilation, and turns out I was right.”

“Meaning?” You urged him on, a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“You better hurry up, girl,” he quipped back. “Things are about to get a lot warmer.”

That bastard had found a way to turn on the heating systems. You let out a series of expletives, and heard him chuckle through the comm.

“Oh, come on Mando! That’s not fair!” You cried, hurrying towards the nearest vent opening. You could feel the air around you getting warmer, and while you knew the ship didn’t have enough power to cause any real damage, you weren’t going to wait around to really find out.

“There’s no such thing as ‘fair’ in bounty hunting,” was his drawled reply, and you scoffed. In front of you was a slanted vent, bolted shut. Of course the nearest vent was once not mangled to pieces.

Leveraging yourself back on your palms, you began to kick at the panels, trying to get it open. You weren’t sure where Mando was in relation to you, but with the noise you were making, you were sure it wouldn’t be long until he found you.

With great effort and one heavy kick, you managed to bend the vent cover enough for you to slip out. You landed straight onto your bottom and winced from the impact. The room you were in was dark, and you had no idea where you were. ‘Great.’

You stood, using the wall as a balance and to hopefully help you make your way towards a door. With careful, slow steps, you tiptoed as quietly as you could, still determined to win the bet. Your communicator indicated you had seven minutes left before the hour was up – seven long, dark, agonizing minutes.

The wall suddenly ended, and you tentatively reached out a hand to feel the air in front of you. An opening? Hopefully a doorway? Moving closer, arm outstretched, you were about to dare yourself to step out into the abyss when the air in the room suddenly changed. Every hair on the back of your neck stood up as you remained as still as stone.

You were no longer alone.

With barely enough time to even consider your options – run, hide, fight, scream – you were grabbed from behind and pushed (not unkindly) up against the wall. “So close,” a deep voice purred from behind you. You struggled against Mando’s grip pathetically – he had you firmly between his solid bulk and the cold steel of the wall. “You almost made it, little mouse.”

“Only ‘cause you cheated,” you countered. “I would have made it without that lame trick you used.”

“Maybe so,” he agreed. “But you didn’t.”

With a resigned sigh, you rested your forehead against the wall. “Fine,” you conceded. “Lemme go.”

Instead of releasing you, Mando’s grip on you only tightened. Frowning, you shifted, and he responded by pressing you up against the wall harder. You gasped as his armored thigh spread your legs and settled between them, your core resting up on the solid limb.

“You said if I won,” he murmured, moving your arms to grip them behind your back, “I could have anything I wanted.” Your heart raced as he moved your hips back and your torso forward so your waist was bent.

“Say the word, and I’ll stop,” he said gently, grip still tight. You moaned. Him letting you go in that moment would be torture.

“I was hoping you liked to play with your food,” you breathed out, consenting.

Immediately, Mando grabbed the waistband of your pants with the hand not holding tight to your arms and pulled them down over your arse. He groped the soft flesh there, enjoying the sweet gasping sounds coming from your mouth. Being touched like this, in the dark of a derelict ship, by the man who had been hunting you for the past hour made your head spin with glee.

He gripped your panties and slid them down your trembling legs. He spread you wider, and you wondered if he could see anything with his helmet. You moaned again as his fingers slid down your dripping folds to rub against your clit, and you rested your flaming cheek against the cool wall.

“So wet,” he teased lowly, almost to himself. “Captured, pushed up against the wall, completely at my mercy.” You shifted your hips, trying to get him to pay more focused attention to your clit and he answered by moving his own hips to press against you more firmly.

“M-Mando,” you choked out. “You do this with all your bounties?”

A groan, and the sound of his pants unbuckling. His hard cock poked against your bottom, twitching as he ground his core against you.

“No,” he admitted, moving his hand from your arms to line himself up at your entrance. “Just you.”

With that, he pushed himself inside you to the hilt in one go. You whined lowly, arms going up to brace you against the wall. Your height difference meant that he was all but holding you up, anchored against him by his iron-hard cock. Your toes scraped against the floor as he began to thrust in and out, the lewd slap of skin joining the sound of panting breaths.

“Unnf,” was all you could managed to choke out. The angle at which he was ploughing into you caused pressure in all the best places. The ‘fullness’ of coupling was always nice, but this was leagues above anything you had experienced before. The foreplay of your erotic game of hide and seek had fortunately been enough preparation, otherwise you weren’t sure he would have been able to fit himself entirely inside you like he had.

Another groan from the armored man behind you. His pace was steady but relentless, and the idea that his own pleasure – his prize – was paramount to yours made your whole body tingle. “So tight,” he grunted. “Wicked girl, letting me fuck you up against the wall.” You shivered in response, hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth steel in front of you.

“F…Mando,” you mewled. “H-harder…”

A curse thundered out of him, and for a torturous moment he paused, removing his hands from your body. Seconds later they returned, snaking up your front to cup your breasts as he pushed you further up against the wall so that your bottom was flush with his hips. You cried out as you felt his mouth nip the side of your neck – he had taken off his helmet!

The revelation of knowing his bare face was buried against your shoulder began to push you towards the edge. Your hands were squished between your body and the wall as he moved in and out of you, lathering your neck with wet kisses and mumbled praise and indecent thoughts. You didn’t know it was possible to be used so reverently.

“Come on my cock,” Mando rumbled in your ear, facial hair scratching against you as he breathed hotly. “Wicked girl-“

With a wail, you thrashed against him before your body tensed. One of his hands had moved from your chest to between your thighs, and he teased your swollen clit between two fingers. You let out a silent scream as your orgasm hit you, toes curling and eyes squeezing shut.

“Stars,” Mando hissed, fucking you through your intense release. His hands gripped your hips tightly, his face buried in the side of your neck. Your vision flashed white behind your eyes, and you knew that even if the room was lit, you wouldn’t be able to see.

You reached down between your thighs to feel where he was lodged inside of you. Your cunt felt hot and swollen, and Mando had begun to grind your arse against him as he neared his own release.

“So good,” he moaned out, and licked a stripe from your neck to your shoulder. One hand came to grip one of your thighs and he hoisted it up over his own, spreading you as wide as he could as his hips began to falter in their movement. “Wh-where-?”

“Inside,” you choked out, and he moaned out your name into your sweat-slicked skin. You felt him throb as he held you against him, and shivered at the feeling of him pumping ropes of his seed up into you. With a groan, he slid the two of you down to the floor, him resting on his knees, you sat in his lap, cock still twitching inside of you. The rush of your frantic lovemaking began to subside, and you both started to catch your breath.

“Legs tired, old man?” You teased, and squealed as he lightly pinched one of your nipples in retaliation. His arms wrapped around your waist and he gently lifted you up to slip out of you. Thick pearls of his cum followed, trailing sticky lines down your thighs.

“You argue a lot for someone who always ends up doing what I say,” Mando murmured into your hair, and you snorted.

“I do not.”

“You’re arguing right now.”

“I meant I don’t always do what you say,” you retorted. “You’re just…very persuasive…” you trailed off as he began to kiss softly from the nape of your neck down your spine, knowing how to get himself back in your good graces.

“Not fair,” you trembled. You felt him smirk against your skin as he turned you and pushed you gently to the floor, looming over you.

“Bounty hunters don’t play fair,” he whispered, and bent down to capture your lips with his own.

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