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Chapter Two: Never Fuck With A Mandalorian | Series: Lesson Learned

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

AO3 Crosspost: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40653303

Rating: Explicit, readers are advised to read the warnings below before proceeding.

Series Warnings (in no particular order): Porn with Plot, Dark!Din Djarin, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Extremely Dubious Consent, Hate Sex, Master/Slave Relationship, Knife Play (Minor Cuts/Blood), BDSM, Rough Sex, Genuine Fear, Sexual Coercion, Power Play, Degradation, Face Slapping, Spanking, Choking, Gagging, Enemies to Lovers, Possessive Behavior, Spit, Forced Orgasms, Hair Pulling, Multiple Orgasms, Threats of Violence, References to Death/Suicide, Stockholm Syndrome, Emotional Manipulation, Book of Boba Fett Spoilers

Chapter Summary: The Mandalorian is going to kill you the moment he finds you. You have truly dug your grave this time. Not only have you robbed him of his essentials, you've stolen his ship! What compels you to go against him? Are you looking to piss him off more? Well, when he finds his ship abandoned and you're nowhere to be found, the Mandalorian makes it his mission to find out what happened to his pretty little thief.

Word Count: 11.3k+

***This is the sequel/second installment to Never Sleep With A Thief so please read that before reading this chapter!****

A/N: Please read through ALL of the specific warnings for this chapter before proceeding: implied/reference sexual assault, graphic depictions of violence, physical injury (bruises/cuts), stockholm syndrome, emotional manipulation, hurt/comfort.

It is not my responsibility if you decide to consume content you are ill-prepared for when I have thoroughly laid out all the warnings in advance that you've chosen to ignore. This story involves a master/slave relationship, it's going to get dicey and controversial, so if that's not your cup of tea, please don't read! But if you're here for the chaos then buckle up, it's a bumpy ride ~

How did this happen? You can't remember much. Your head is still throbbing from getting knocked out. When you finally wake up from your rather forceful sleep, you're chained up against a wall.

Again.

Only this time, you aren't in Lord Fett's dungeon in Mos Espa. You're somewhere else entirely. How did you get here?

And who has you captive?

Did the Mandalorian find you? You would've remembered if he did. Plus, what reason would he have to knock you out? He would've just killed you on the spot.

That's what you're expecting when you see him again, but that's not what happens.

The next time you see the Mandalorian, it's after a week of being held in this cell by a group of bandits that have beef with him. You learned that the hard way. They taunted you, thinking you were affiliated with him somehow. You had to explain to them that you simply stole his shit. You weren't with him per say, at least not willingly.

Did they believe you? The bruises on your body answer that question. They beat you nearly half to death everyday, asking for the Mandalorian's whereabouts. How the fuck would you know? All you could tell them was that he was definitely looking for his ship, which they had parked outside their little hideout.

Big fucking mistake on their part.

The Mandalorian had a tracking device stored on the ship and he had found it abandoned outside. You assumed this because you heard the blaster rounds echoing through the underground cavern and you knew that blaster.

It is him.

You didn't know if you felt relieved or scared shitless. Maybe he would just leave you here to rot. You deserved it after running away from him, though it made sense for you to.

You wanted your freedom and nothing was going to change that. He could continually fuck you into submission but you'd still run every chance you got. He should understand that. You aren't his, even if you're his slave and he's your Master.

So, why did he react the way he did when he finally got to you? You're still trying to wrap your head around it…

You watch as he kicks down the metal door that is holding you imprisoned in this cell. Your whole body starts to shake. It's the nerves, preparing you for imminent death. He's going to kill you.

You know this when he pulls out the DarkSaber, showing you the black blade that you had seen just a little over a week ago. The Mandalorian shifts his helmet down to look at you cowering on the floor, chained up and badly beaten. You put your hands up, as if to shield yourself from what you know will be a killing blow.

But, death never comes.

Instead, the Mandalorian kneels in front of you until he's eye level with you and then in a bone-chilling tone, he asks, "who did this to you?"

You're so shocked that you aren't dead that the words spill out of your mouth all jumbled up, "I-I don't know. Been here a week. Saw lots of people. Maybe all of them? There were a lot of them…"

"Did they fuck you?" He's even angrier when he asks that.

You can't find the right words to say in response, mainly because you don't remember. There were moments where you were blacked out so it's possible.

"Not while I was aware or awake." You decided to answer with that.

"But they did." He grips the DarkSaber tighter. "They fucking touched my property. I'm going to kill all of them."

Then, with a single swipe of his blade, the Mandalorian breaks the chains that are binding you to the wall. You're still cuffed at the ankles and the wrists, but you aren't bound to this room anymore.

You managed not to scream this time.

"Listen to me, thief." His voice takes hold of all your attention. "The only reason you aren't dead right now is because I'm more pissed off at these fucking bandits for trying to fuck with me. So, don't think you're off the hook and don't you dare fucking run away again or I won't be so nice next time. Stay put or else."

You genuinely believe his threats now so you nod.

"Say it properly." He demands and you stiffen up.

"Yes, Master." You sit up with your back against the wall. "I'll stay right here and wait for you to return."

"Good girl." The Mandalorian gets up from his kneel. He holds the DarkSaber like he's ready to go on quite the killing spree.

And, he does.

When he finally returns for you, the Mandalorian walks you through the carnage. He left no one alive. Every single bandit was dead. There's massive amounts of overkill. Blood and guts were splattered everywhere. He needed to prove a point.

No one touches what belongs to him.

When you both get back to the ship, he makes you sit on his lap, since that's the only way you both will fit in that tiny pilot compartment. He has his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you against him, and it's strangely comforting. You expected it to be forceful but he hasn't done any harm to you just yet. He's been rather gentle, though you don't know if it's on purpose or not. He might not even realize he's being kind.

The Mandalorian doesn't take you back to Tatooine. Instead, he takes you to a planet with lush forests and rivers.

"Where are we?" You lift your head up to look at him.

"Ossus." You're surprised he answered you.

"It's beautiful here." You stare in awe. "I've never seen such a place before."

"What do you mean?" From his tone, he must think your choice of words is odd.

You explain yourself, "before I found myself on Tatooine, I lived on Arvala-7. Deserts are all I've ever known. I've never seen so much water before…"

You try to hold in your amazement because it feels childish to get excited over something so small, but you can't help but smile at the sight of the sparkly surface of the lake the Mandalorian is parking beside.

When he helps you out of the ship, you stop for a moment to admire the lake. There's so much water here. You wonder if you could drink it. It's so inviting.

"You like shiny things." He says and you turn to him, seeing him carrying a silver collar of some sort. "This is for you."

Ah, you get it now. You thought he was referring to the water but he's talking about what you can only assume is a captive device made for slaves. Of course, he isn't going to let you easily get away again.

You close your eyes as he clasps the thin metal collar around your neck. Then, when you open them once again, you see a chain made of pure electricity connecting from your collar to the cuff on his wrist.

"We're linked now." He tugs his arm towards his chest and your neck yanks forward to follow it, crashing you against his chest. He grabs a steady hold of you then says, "You can't run from me ever again, my pretty little thief. Unless you like being electrocuted."

With his mild threat, the electricity fizzles out and the link disappears soon after. You assume he can turn it on and off at will. It must track you if you try to run and send sparks through you if he wants it to.

You're really stuck now…

The Mandalorian pulls out the DarkSaber then and instructs, "stay still. You know what happens if you don't."

You nod and put your wrists out. In a single motion, he cuts through your restraints, freeing you from them. You shudder at the sight of him dragging the DarkSaber back upwards, so close to your face.

"One wrong move and I might slice you in half." His voice is as menacing as ever as he puts the blade away. "Now, follow me."

You obey as he leads you towards the lake and you see a cave on the coast. The Mandalorian has a thing for caves, doesn't he? He could just build a house, but caves work.

You assume he's taking you there but he stops a few feet before it and turns back to you. Then, he pulls out the pocket knife you're all too familiar with.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way." His helmet shifts up and down. "Either you strip on your own or I cut you out of those disgusting clothes."

They are pretty gross, considering you've been wearing them for a week. The bloodstains are rather unpleasant to look at. Though, you fear the sight of your body will be even more so…

You choose to strip anyway. It's better than adding to your injuries by letting him have at it with a knife. You start slowly with your pants and decide to just pull your underwear down along with them. Then, you try not to wince as you lift your arms to take off your shirt.

The battered fabric lays on the dirt and you feel awfully cold. You're used to the warmth of the desert. It's very chilly here.

The Mandalorian doesn't say a word. He simply stares at you and you don't know what to do. You assume you shouldn't cover yourself up so you hold your arms to the side, letting him see you.

"What did they do to you?" You hear his words after you feel the sudden touch of his gloves at your waist. You flinch slightly, not expecting it. "Why are there so many bruises?"

"Ah, well, one of them was a big fan of the whip." You turn around, showing him the scars that must be setting on your back. "That leaves pretty big gashes."

"How dare they." He huffs out under his breath, the anger in his voice palpable. "You're mine. No one fucks with what's mine."

"That's why they did this." You don't know why you say that…

"What?" The Mandalorian's fury only increases. "Is that what they said?"

"The bandits were planning to ambush you whenever they saw your ship next. So, when I took off in it…they ambushed me instead. I guess you got lucky I stole your stuff."

You're glad you're facing away from him now. The pain is becoming more unbearable with every haunting memory. You've never been attacked like that before. It was brutal. They weren't merciful in the slightest. The only thing you're thankful for is that you can't remember if they assaulted you further than the bruises and open wounds on your skin.

"C-can I put on some clothes now?" You start shaking all of a sudden. It's so cold and you're so scared with all the trauma rushing back through you. "Please."

"Get in the lake first and wash up." His voice is oddly gentle and you hear his footsteps go in the other direction.

You don't dare to defy him so you hurry your way into the lake, which is thankfully warm. You sink into the water, submerging yourself. Then, you don't know what takes over you but you just cry. You sob beneath the water's surface until you need to breathe so you swim back up, struggling to inhale.

You feel so…disgusting and dirty.

The Mandalorian returns to the shore with a bar of soap, a towel and some clothes. You tell him "thank you" and wash up with the soap. It tingles against your wounds. It must have some kind of healing property because they don't hurt as badly anymore. You get as clean as you can before you walk out of the water to dry off and put on your clothes.

He watches you the entire time and you instinctively touch the collar around your neck. This is it. You're a slave now. There's no escaping, not unless you figure out how to get this thing off your neck…

You choke back another sob and you hide it by coughing. You feel terrible right now and you don't want to show your weakness to the Mandalorian but he reads you like a book.

"You haven't eaten, have you?" He's back at your side and his hand grazes your stomach. "They starved you, didn't they?"

"It's not that bad." You look away from him then, not wanting to be pitied. "I've starved a lot longer before."

"Why?" Is he really asking that?

"I'm a thief." You lay it out for him, in case he hadn't realized. "Sometimes, I don't get a big payday, which means a few days without rations so I can save up credits for overpriced water. It's nothing out of the ordinary."

"That shouldn't be normal." His words make you laugh.

"Maybe not for a Mandalorian." You say with a meek smile. "It must be nice to not worry about when your next meal will be."

Is it envy that's tainting your voice? It must be. You look down at your exposed arms, at all the cuts and bruises. If you had the fighting skills he did, maybe you could've saved yourself all this pain. If you never needed to steal, maybe you wouldn't be in this situation in the first place.

Life isn't fair, is it?

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." You wipe the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes. "I'll be better, Master. I'll behave so…just don't hurt me, please."

You wouldn't be able to handle any more pain. You might shatter completely.

"Let's go." He doesn't acknowledge your words and simply walks forward, having you follow behind him.

The Mandalorian leads you to the cave you had seen, only this one is much nicer than the one on Tatooine. It feels a lot more like a home. He actually has pillows on the bed this time and an actual bed frame.

The cave is sectioned off in parts: bedroom, kitchen, bathroom. There's even a refresher here, which makes you wonder why he had you bathe in the lake. He must enjoy putting you in compromising positions.

With the flip of a switch, small beads of light illuminate the space. It's almost pretty and you assume he made it that way for his kid. You see the little crib set up, but still no kid. You don't ask about it. You'd rather not piss him off if it brings up a bad memory.

"Go sit on the bed." The Mandalorian pushes you in that direction so you quickly go over and do as he says, taking a seat on the bed. You're fully clothed this time so you don't think he wants you to sit like you had before. Hopefully your assumption is right.

You watch as he rummages through a storage chest and pulls out a bottle with colored liquid in it. He brings it over to you, along with a large syringe.

"Make a fist and put out your arm."

You ball your hand up into a fist and lift your arm up towards him. He immediately pierces your skin with the needle. You bite your lip hard to stop yourself from whimpering as he injects you with something. Then, once he's done, he hands you the bottle.

"It'll take a moment, but the E-bacta shot should start working soon. Drink all of this before you sleep." He taps the cap. "It doesn't taste very good but it has all the nutrients you need for now. No complaining, just chug it."

Wait, what did he say? Did he really just– "Isn't an E-bacta shot worth a substantial amount of credits? Why would you waste one on me?"

"Did I say you could ask me questions?" He snaps back at you and you shut up right away. "That's what I thought. Do as you're told."

You nod and open the bottle up to start drinking it. It's fucking gross. It tastes like someone blended literally everything possible and stuff it into one drink. You try not to gag as you force it down. Thankfully, the pain in your body is subsiding so it's not like this is adding to any torture you're currently enduring.

By the time you finish your drink, the E-bacta shot has made you a bit woozy. You lay down on the bed then, your head spinning a little.

"Flip over." The Mandalorian is back by your side and he's holding something in his hands. It's another bottle of something. Is he going to make you drink that too?

You turn your back towards him like he asked and you feel him settle in bed behind you. It isn't until you feel his bare hand on your arm that you're fully aware of his presence.

"Tell me what they did to you." His voice is rough through the modulator.

Maybe this is your punishment for running away. Having to relive the last week. It would be quite the sadistic punishment, so you aren't surprised he's asking you this.

"When they found me, they thought I was hiding you so they beat me until I couldn't stay awake anymore. That's when it gets all blurry. It's hard to remember…" Your last sentence has an obvious double meaning.

"How did they touch you?" His hand softly brushes along your arm and you don't know why you don't mind the feeling.

"I don't remember. I can only guess because I woke up once and I felt pain…but I could be wrong. I'm not sure. I'm sorry." He must not like that you've been possibly tainted. You don't like the thought either, which is why you're grateful you can't recall it.

"You didn't do anything wrong. They shouldn't have fucked with you. Only I can. You're mine." The anger comes back out. "I should've left them to bleed with their organs hanging out. Chopping them up was a mercy they didn't deserve. I'll slaughter everyone they've ever been in contact with so they know never to touch you again."

You run your fingers along the collar around your neck. You are his now. You never realize how possessive he could be about what he considers his. That must be why he hated that you always stole from him. He doesn't like it when his stuff is taken.

"Nothing like that will ever happen to you again." He grabs your arm, as if to hold you as firmly as his words. "No one will ever hurt you again. I'm the one who owns you. No one else. Just me. Understood?"

"Yes, Master." You reply, trying not to shiver at his tight grip.

"Now, take off your pants and lay on your back." He commands and you don't fight it.

You're too tired to resist so you comply. Thankfully it's warm beneath the covers so being pantless isn't all too bad.

"Close your eyes." His tone is softer now and you listen without hesitation, squeezing your eyes shut.

You heard him open the bottle he had brought, pouring it out somewhere. Then, he sets it aside.

"Now, look at me."

Your eyes flutter open as you gasp at the feeling of his bare hand slipping between your legs, rubbing something slick up against you. It must be whatever was in that bottle.

"Does it hurt when I do this?" He runs his fingers upwards and your breath catches in your throat. The liquid on his fingertips makes you feel all tingly. Is it medicinal?

"No, it doesn't." You're being honest.

"What about when I do this?" His hand slides downwards and he thrusts a finger inside of you. Your whole body tenses up, not expecting the sudden sensation of being filled. "Does it hurt here?"

You shake your head. "It's not painful."

"What does it feel like?" He pulls his finger out so that he can slide two in this time, filling you up more. He curls them, finding that spot that makes you whimper. "Tell me it feels good."

"It feels good, Master." You tack on the last bit because you know he'll like it, which he does.

The Mandalorian continues to finger you at a slow, methodical pace as he tells you, "you're going to lay right here and let your Master take care of you. You're going to forget all about what happened to you and just focus on me. I should be the only person on your mind. Got it?"

"Yes, Master. I'll only think of you." That's not hard to do when he's coaxing you gently to an orgasm.

"You're not going to fight me this time. I want you to come. No holding back." He keeps rubbing up against that spot with the tips of his fingers and it's driving you closer to the edge. "That's it, keep going, I know you're right there. Come for me."

You don't hold it in and let him guide you to an orgasm so shockingly powerful that you start to cry. Though, a part of you thinks you're crying because it feels so good to feel pleasure after a week of endless pain.

"It's okay, my pretty little thief. You're safe now. I've got you. No one else will ever touch you again. I'll kill them if they try."

In your daze, you barely register the words he's saying to you but they feel nice to hear. Maybe it's okay to lean on him for a bit. You don't want to run right now anyways. You're too exhausted to.

"One more time." He starts moving his fingers again. "I want you to come one more time and then we'll sleep."

You nod and your eyes slowly shut. You focus on the steady rhythm of his fingers. There's something…peaceful about this. You're letting it happen. You want to come. Even if it's the Mandalorian making you come.

For a moment, your hatred for him subsides and you admit to him with a shaky voice, "it hurt so much. I was so scared. I-I shouldn't have ran away. I'm sorry, I won't do it again so please don't hurt me like they did."

Your hands go up to shield your eyes as the tears fall down uncontrollably. You don't know why you told him that. It's the fear coursing through you. You're afraid that this pleasure you're feeling is only temporary, that he's padding the future pain he'll inflict on you with it. You're sure that's what he's doing…until he does something you're not prepared for at all.

The moment you feel his lips on your skin, the confusion breaks you away from your spiraling thoughts. You didn't even realize he had slipped under the covers. When did he take off the helmet?

Why did he take off the helmet?

The Mandalorian kisses your inner thighs and you don't know how to react. It feels so loving. Why is he…

"I won't hurt you like they did." His raw, normal voice reassures you as his arms wrap around your thighs, holding them open. "So, stop thinking about them. Focus on your Master and don't lift the covers. I'll have to kill you if you do, even if I don't want to."

"You don't want to kill me? But I-I stole your ship…" You can't trust him. You were certain he was going to kill you when he found you.

"You saved me from an ambush. I think we're even." He places small kisses along your skin with every word. "No more talking about it. You're mine now. You should only be thinking about me. Let me give you something else to think about."

That's when you feel his tongue drag upwards along your folds and you bite back a moan. Your hands grip the sheets tightly as he keeps this same motion, taking long draws of you with his tongue.

You drown in the feeling of his lips around your clit, licking and sucking it so precisely that you come without even realizing it at first. It's a complete surprise and it doesn't end there. He doesn't stop and you're confused by it.

"I thought you said only one more." You shouldn't talk back but you had to mention it.

"I changed my mind." He tells you strictly. "Now that I've had a taste, I'm going to stay right here for as long as I want so I don't care if you fall asleep. Just don't stop coming for your Master, alright?"

The Mandalorian acts as if you have any control over that. You may be exhausted but you jolt awake every time an orgasm shoots through your body. You don't know how long he stays between your legs. If his mouth isn't on you, then his fingers are inside of you, curling perfectly to make your whole body writhe. Sometimes, he does both and you come so hard that you can't help staying awake through it. He's bombarding you with pleasure and you should feel tired of it but you want more. This feels so much better than what had happened previously.

Your week of torture melts away from your mind as the Mandalorian fills your every thought.

"Do you like being mine?" He asks you as his fingers take over for a moment. "I'm doing this because your pleasure is mine to give. Doesn't it feel good to be owned by me, my pretty little thief?"

"Yes." You breathe out as another orgasm crashes through you. "I like being yours, Master."

"That's a very good girl." He smiles against your skin. "You're slowly learning your place. It's so much better to be obedient. It's so much better to be rewarded by your Master."

You don't remember what you said in response. You barely remember the interaction. All you know is that you slept for days.

The Mandalorian would wake you up every now and then to make you chug one of those disgusting nutritional drinks before laying you back in bed. Then, he would find his way between your legs and you would fall back asleep after you've came one too many times. How long did this cycle repeat? It's hard to tell time in a cave while you're in an orgasmic daze.

At a certain point, the Mandalorian started to sleep beside you and then soon enough, you were sleeping with him. You didn't need to be forced to a deep slumber with orgasms anymore. You fell asleep easily in his arms, on his chest, breathing in the familiar smell of beskar. He was warm and you were cold. It was hard to adapt to the wet climate when you were so used to the desert.

It rained a few times. You thought that was crazy to see. You've never seen so much rain before. You'd go out and let it shower over you every time a storm passes through. The Mandalorian doesn't like when you do it on your own because it's unsafe but he lets you if he's supervising.

It's raining today, though you have no desire to run out there. Why? Because…

It's been strange, the last few days. You've gotten a lot healthier. The bruises are completely gone and the cuts have healed up entirely. You're better now, which should be a good thing but the Mandalorian has been acting rather distant lately.

Not that you should care. He's your Master. It doesn't matter how he acts around you. You just do what he says when he says it.

Though, that's kind of hard to do when he barely tells you to do anything. In the last few days, he has only told you one command: stay. He has been taking trips out during the day, which is why he orders you to stay put and not try to escape again. You don't even attempt it and he knows that because you're always sitting around waiting for him to come back. There's not much else you can do…

The other odd thing is that he hasn't touched you in a while. The closest he gets is when you both sleep next to each other. He wraps his arms around you and you snuggle up against his chest. Neither of you say much, if at all. You just sleep together.

Again, it's not like you want the Mandalorian to touch you. You hate him. You have to remind yourself of the collar around your neck, binding you to him against your will. You can't want him. That's not even something that should cross your mind. But it does. Why? You have no idea. It's probably a residue feeling from all the pleasure he gave you during your recovery. Those soft kisses against your skin, the endless orgasms that lulled you into a dreamless deep sleep, his words of affirmation that repeat in your mind at the most random of times.

You're mine. You're safe here. No one will ever hurt you again. I'll protect you, my pretty little thief. You're such a good girl. My girl, all mine.

Are you his? You grip the collar around your neck, tugging at it as you think. Only, your mind stops the moment the collar breaks off your neck.

What the…

You stare at it in your hands and you notice then that the clasp in the front has been scuffed up somehow, to the point where it wore down the locking mechanism. The moment you pulled on it, it snapped.

"Beskar." You breathe out in the quiet air.

You have been sleeping with the Mandalorian, on his chest plate. You didn't even think about how the collar must have rubbed up against that tough metal more times than you could reasonably count while you were sleeping with him. He accidentally freed you. It probably didn't cross his mind that the collar would break under such wear and tear.

Fuck, what do you do? You look at the broken collar in your hand. If he comes back and sees that you've broken it, he'll think you're trying to escape. Well, of course you're trying to escape! You can't be a slave…but is the life of a thief any better?

It's shameful to admit but the Mandalorian has been taking care of you. Those nutritional drinks are nasty but they're filling and you don't ever feel hungry anymore. You have a nice bed to sleep on, which beats sleeping in the city streets or in random spots in the desert. You can shower regularly with the refresher. You…don't feel alone because he's always here. He always comes back to you, which is more than you can say about anyone else in your life.

Stop. You have to realize the Mandalorian doesn't actually care about you. This is just some form of sadism you can't quite understand. He's breaking you down by showing you what a good life with him could look like and you're falling for it. You're actually considering giving up freedom for imprisonment.

Get it together! You have to escape! But how?

You know nothing about Ossus and the Mandalorian has the N-1. You wouldn't be able to get far on foot. How would you even get off-planet without a ship?

It doesn't look like there's any signs of a city nearby either, so you can't get help that way. If you run now, there's no doubt in your mind that he'll find you and make you regret it…

You clutch the broken collar in your hand, thinking of what to do. The only way to escape is to wait for him to come back, fall asleep and then take the N-1 again. However, you've done that before so there's no way it'll be that easy this time around. He probably doesn't put the keys in an easy to reach place. He might even keep it locked up now. You could hotwire the ship, but that would be noisy and you could risk fucking up it and that definitely would not go well.

What can you do? You're running low on options…

You could kill him before he kills you. That's definitely an option. If he's dead, then you wouldn't have to worry about him finding you. That way, you could keep your nice memories of him intact–why are you thinking like that? Are you that scared of him hurting you like those bandits did?

Yes. You are. You want to trust him. You want to believe that he won't hurt you, that he won't kill you but if you escape, there's no telling what he'll do to you when he finds you.

You can't decide what the best option is so you opt to put back on the collar, carefully securing the clasp. You know you'll be able to break it off again once you need to, but for now, you'll keep it on.

You're only staying with the Mandalorian until you find a window to escape. That's what you keep telling yourself. That's what you have to tell yourself because…you can't stay. You can't.

A cushy prison is still a prison. You can't get comfortable, even if you have this terrible desire to.

It's close to when the Mandalorian usually returns so you get ready for bed. You lay there, waiting for him, wanting to fall asleep in his arms and forget for a moment about escaping. But, he never comes back…

Another day passes and he doesn't return. The rain outside is pouring buckets of water out of the sky. Is this a heavy storm? There's what you assume must be thunder and lightning decorating the sky. Is he…stuck in this storm?

Is the Mandalorian okay?

Why are you worried about him? You shouldn't care about him. He's a grown man with armor. He's fine…right?

The storm doesn't let up for a whole week. The Mandalorian never returns. Did he forget about you? That's a possibility you never thought of. Maybe he found someone new to obsess over. That shouldn't matter to you. You should be grateful that he's not being possessive of you anymore. You should be…but why aren't you?

You're lonely. Is that what this feeling is? After weeks of recovery and sleeping next to him, you got so used to the idea that he'd always be around that you never even thought that he would be the one to leave you. I'm never letting you go, he said.

Liar. Why are you acting spiteful right now? Are you going to throw a tantrum like a child? You want to, but you won't. You don't care about him. You hate him.

You hate the Mandalorian so much that–that the moment you see him again, you burst into tears.

"Sorry, I got stuck dealing with a bounty off-world and then the storm made it impossible to enter the atmosphere safely without damaging the N-1 so that's why I was–"

It happens too quickly for you to even process your own actions. You run up to the Mandalorian and you hug him. You hug him so tightly and you just start bawling your fucking eyes out. You start rambling about how scared you were that he was going to leave you all alone here in the middle of nowhere, how worried you were that he was hurt somewhere and needed help, how much you missed sleeping next to him because the bed is so cold without him. You let out all the emotions you were hiding inside of yourself over the past week into his arms, the feelings you were afraid of admitting to yourself.

"Don't leave me, please." You hang onto him like he might fly away again if you let go.

"Why didn't you leave me?" His question surprises you.

"What do you mean?" You look up at him and he cups your face in his hand, wiping away the tears that are dripping down your face.

Then, his other hand goes to the collar around your neck and breaks it off. "It fell off in your sleep two weeks ago. I put it back on you but I assumed you would realize eventually that it was broken and escape again. I was waiting for you to run. I knew you would, I just didn't know when."

Wait, was that why he was acting so weird? "Is that why the only thing you told me to do was stay?"

"I didn't think you'd actually listen. I guess I was wrong about you." He pats your head gently as he says, "you're a good girl. Now, where do you want me to take you?"

You blink, not understanding what he's saying. "Where to take me?"

"I found the chainmail shirt, which is why it took me so long to get back. You didn't steal it. You were telling the truth, so consider your debt to me paid for." What is he talking about– "There's no need for you to serve me anymore. You can get back to your life now. Just tell me where to drop you off."

"I'm…free?" You stare at him in disbelief.

"You have been since the collar broke off. I wouldn't have gone looking for you." He speaks as if he's telling the truth.

Would he have really let you go?

"Why?" You can't help but ask.

"Because there would be no point. No amount of convincing would get you to stay if you wanted to go. You would just keep trying to escape and…" He trails off for a moment with a sigh and then goes, "it would be better for me to not get used to you being here. It's better in the long run to let you go."

Now, you're crying for a whole other reason. You're free now. The Mandalorian isn't your Master anymore. You don't have to be with him. You can go back to your life as a thief, back to the freedom you thought you desired.

So, why are you hesitating?

Tell him to take you back to Tatooine, or better yet, have him take you to Naboo. There's plenty of people to steal from there. It's a beautiful planet from what you've heard, with a bustling capital city.

All you have to do is tell the Mandalorian where to take you.

Just tell him. Do it. Stop stalling. Stop thinking about how much you'll miss him. Stop wondering what would happen if you chose to stay. Stop. Stop.

"I don't know what to do." You cry out. "I should leave. I have my freedom back, but why don't I want to go anymore?"

"What are you saying right now?" He's taken back by your words and you have the very same reaction.

"I was so scared that I lost you, that you found someone else, that you left me all alone." You bury your face in his chest, your tears dripping down the beskar. "I-I don't want to go. I want to stay with you."

"Say that again." He demands, like he's so shocked you said it in the first place.

"I want to stay with you." You repeat yourself.

"Do you mean that?" He wants to know for certain. "Because if you do, you're never leaving my side. I won't ever let you go again. This is your final chance to escape and I promise I won't go looking for you. But, if you don't go now, then no matter what happens, you will always be mine. Do you understand? Tell me what you want. Do you want to be free or do you want to be mine?"

Do you want to go back to a life where you have to fend for yourself or do you want to create a life with the Mandalorian now that you're free?

The choice is simple, which is why it's so easy for you to say, "I want to be yours."

"Then lift my helmet off."

Your eyes widen. "Your helmet?"

"The moment you see my face, you're bound to me for life. I can't ever let you go if you know what I look like. So, if you want to be mine, then make your move."

The Mandalorian gets down on one knee in front of you so that you can easily lift off his helmet if you choose to. In a weird way, it's almost like a proposal. Maybe this is a type of proposal in Mandalorian culture. You wouldn't know, but it feels like it.

Last chance to back out…but you don't take it. Instead, your hands move to the rim of his helmet, feeling the beskar against your fingertips. Then, in one fluid motion, you pull the helmet off his head and you see the man beneath. He has soft brown curls, stubble that you've felt before against your inner thighs and a pair of lips you want to kiss.

Your heart skips a beat when he stands up and looks down at you with his brown eyes to say, "my name is Din Djarin and now you're all mine, my pretty little thief."

"Din Djarin." You repeat his name back to him.

"I like the way you say my name." Din is so soft with his tone and his touch, caressing your cheek with his hand. "Now, if it's alright with you, I want to shower and get to bed. Would you like to join me?"

"You mean…"

"I want you to see all of me, not just my face." He says with a smile and you actually get to see him smile.

It's beautiful.

"Okay." You nod and he puts his hand out in front of you.

You take his hand and he guides you to the refresher. There, Din pulls off all his armor plates, no longer needing to weigh himself down with them. Once he's in just his clothes, he pulls you towards him, his bare hands slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt.

"Can I undress you while you undress me?" He smirks and you can't help but reach up and graze his jaw with your hand.

You're actually seeing him now. All of him.

You're too shy to answer verbally so you nod and he accepts that, lifting his arms up so you can pull his shirt off, revealing the chest you've laid on before.

"Are you going to keep staring?" He teases you as he tugs on your shirt so you allow him to take it off of you. "I guess I've got quite the view now too."

You playfully shove him and he laughs in response. So, that's what he looks like when he laughs. Din is a very handsome man.

"Come here." He cups your face with his hands and pulls you in close to his face. "I've always wanted to kiss you. Can I?"

"Yes." You smile, your desire to kiss him seeping through as you lean up to meet his lips.

The kisses start off soft and slow but they ramp up as he deepens them with his tongue, stealing your breath away. All the while, his hands go down to your pants and tug them off of you so you do the same to his. With your lips never parting from his, he drags you into the refresher and turns on the shower.

"I want to fuck you so badly, I would do it right here if you let me." There's an undeniable need in his voice.

"Maybe later?" You suggest and he growls in response.

"Hopefully you can still stand later." He presses you up against the wall, letting you feel his hard cock rubbing between your thighs. "Fuck, I could slip right in."

"We have a bed, Din. Let's wash up and use it thoroughly." You chuckle at his eagerness.

"Fine." He doesn't seem very happy about the compromise but he settles for scrubbing himself down as efficiently as he can before turning off the refresher.

"Din, I still have to–"

He doesn't let you finish your sentence as he picks you up into his arms and carries you out of the refresher. He quickly grabs a few towels and tosses them on the bed before tossing you on top of them. Then, he says, "you're clean enough. I can't wait."

You don't realize what he intends to do until he kneels down at the edge of the bed and drags your legs over his shoulders, holding them firmly in his arms.

"You're going to get nice and wet for me so I can fuck you all night, okay?" His hot breath tickles you with every word. "I need you to come a lot for me."

"Okay." You nod then ask, "can I put my hand in your hair?"

"Only if you tug on it when I do something that feels especially good." He instructs and you listen, slipping your hand into his wet hair.

Din wastes no time and just dives right in with his tongue. You almost forgot how it felt to have him between your legs like this. You almost forgot how good he is at making you come with only a few flicks of his tongue. You're practically tugging at his hair every few seconds because now that you can see him, the visual drives you over the edge all too quickly.

"That's a good girl. I love the way you taste when you come. Fuck, this is incredible." There's such an aggression in his tone right now but you don't mind it. "Do you like it when I make you come?"

"I do, Din." You tell him.

"Will you call me Master? I've gotten used to it." He asks and you nod. "Good, now let your Master make you come again."

Din takes a moment to tease your folds with his rough fingers before thrusting them inside of you. You whimper at the feeling of being filled because you want more than just his fingers but you have to be patient.

You come again quickly once he adds his tongue into the mix and he doesn't stop until you've came once more from the dual stimulation. Your throat is already dry from moaning so much. You aren't holding back at all. You want Din to know exactly how he makes you feel.

"Perfect." He says as he pulls his fingers out of you. "Are you ready for my cock?

"Yes, Master." Your words make him smile so happily.

Din adjusts you so that you're both on the bed and he's on top of you, letting you have a full view of his body hovering over you. You run your hands along his arms and his shoulders, in awe that you're touching his bare skin right now. You can't believe you're actually looking at him.

The way he holds you right now is so different than he had before. He presses a gentle kiss against your lips before trailing his lips down your body. You feel them against every inch of your skin.

"You're so beautiful." Din traces along one of the scars the bandits had given you that didn't heal up so well. "I hate that they did this to you."

"It's okay." You tell him so he doesn't worry. "I don't even think about what happened anymore. I just think about you."

He kisses that scar and says, "you really learned well. What a good girl you've become. I'm proud of you."

"I promise I won't trouble you again." You open your arms, wanting him to hug him. "So, will you hold me as a reward?"

"I'll hold you like you're my most prized possession." Din leans in, guiding his cock to your entrance. "Let me show you what it means to be mine."

His lips crash against yours as he thrusts himself inside of you, filling you up inch by inch. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your hands in his hair, kissing him back with the same amount of passion he's giving you. You don't understand it, but this feels better than any sex you've ever had. There's a kind of intimacy you can't explain.

Or, you don't want to admit…

You want Din, which is why this feels so good. Your desire to be held by him after you thought he had left you forever is consuming you completely and you're letting it. It's okay to be his. You want to be his.

"I like being yours." You breathe against his lips as he finds a pace that makes you gasp every time he hits a spot so deep inside of you. "I don't want to be anywhere else but here."

"That's right. There's no better place to be than right here with me." He lifts your legs up a bit, changing the angle, making your eyes roll back with every thrust. "Doesn't it feel good to be fucked by your Master?"

"Yes." This reminds you of the last time. He has said this to you before.

"Do you still hate me?" Din suddenly asks a new question, slowing his pace to an abrupt stop. It pulls an involuntary whine from your lips. You don't want him to stop.

"No. I never hated you." You confess. "I should've but I couldn't."

"Why's that?" His cock throbs inside of you and you just want him to start fucking you again. You're desperate.

"Because I want you to be my Master. I like being owned. I want to be your pretty little thief." You say the words you think he wants to hear and there's a shiver that runs through you when you realize how true the words are for you.

"You really are all mine." Din has a smile on his face that you can't quite decipher because he finally starts moving again and you can only focus on the tension coiling inside of you that's begging to burst out. "Do you want to come, my pretty little thief?"

"Yes. Please make me come, Master." You need to, you can't hold it in anymore.

That's when he pounds into you relentlessly and you come almost instantly. Your nails dig into his back as he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, getting rougher as he does. You like it though. It makes you come over and over again.

There's a harshness to his movements that causes you to completely submit to him, your body allowing him full control of your pleasure. Din takes the time to learn exactly how to give you the kind of orgasms that you feel all over your skin. You writhe beneath him and you catch him smiling every time you do.

"I own you." He tells you like he did before. "You're all mine."

You nod in agreement, which only makes him happier. He drowns you in how it feels to be his. He gives you so much pleasure that you can't think of anything else but him. You enjoy the way he fills you up, the way he spills inside of you over and over again.

After a night of nonstop pleasure, you fall asleep so comfortably in his arms once you've both cleaned up and had a round in the refresher. Everything feels right in the universe now that he's back beside you like this. Laying on his bare chest fills you with an indescribable amount of joy.

As untraditional as your relationship started, you're growing to like Din a lot. You've practically forgotten about everything else you've been through with him. Your mind is just fully focused on how wonderful it was to be held by him. You almost regret stealing from him in the first place.

Almost.

There's one thing you do regret and it's catching up to you quickly. You regret ever believing this wasn't all an elaborate trick…

You knew you should've trusted your gut. You knew you should've never let your guard down. You knew that this had to be some kind of scheme and you fucking fell for it.

Because, when you finally wake up after sleeping so peacefully, you feel it. A metal collar clamped around your neck. There's no locking mechanism like before. It's completely smooth all around.

When did he…why did he…

"Ah, you're awake." Din's voice grabs your attention and you turn towards him. He's laying beside you in bed with a smug expression on his face.

"Why am I wearing this?" You ask him out of confusion. "I thought I was free?"

A laugh so menacing leaves his lips as he says, "who said you were free?"

"I thought…"

"I gave you a choice, my pretty little thief." He reminds you of what he had asked. "Either you're free or you're mine. Don't tell me you forgot which you picked."

A rage suddenly fills every fiber of your being as you exclaim, "you tricked me!"

"I didn't trick you." He smirks, his face contrasting with his words. "Though, if you chose to leave, I wouldn't have actually let you go so this was definitely the better choice."

"So, you lied?" You touch the collar around your neck, not believing that it's real. "You were never going to let me go…"

"That is what it means to be mine." He tells you, his hand brushing against yours as he feels the metal around your neck. "I thought you liked shiny things. You should see the way the beskar looks."

"Beskar…" The word trails off your lips.

If the collar around your neck is made of beskar, then…

"Aww, look at that face." He taunts you, his hand grabbing a hold of your neck, yanking you towards him. "Someone's figuring it out."

"Why would you do this to me?" You fight back the tears.

You don't understand. Why would he hold you so lovingly if he was just going to hold you captive again? What was the point of being gentle with you if this is who he truly is?

Then, he explains in such a demeaning tone of voice, "because there's nothing better to steal from a thief than her precious little heart."

No. No. That's not true. That's not–

Din pulls out a little device from under your pillow and pushes the button. You then hear yourself saying the words, "I like being yours. I never hated you. I want you to be my Master. I like being owned. I want to be your pretty little thief."

"Are you going to pretend you never utter these words? It took me quite some time to splice them all together like this. Your moans took up most of the recording–"

"I hate you!" You scream at him, unable to hold it in.

"No, you don't." He tries to get under your skin with his words. "You knew you should've hated me but you couldn't. You're just so in love with me."

"I don't love you." You would never dare to say such words to a man like him.

"You can keep pretending, but I know the truth. You're mine. I'm all you think about. I'm what your body craves. I'm the person your heart desires most. Face the facts, I stole everything from you, thief. I truly am your Master now."

This can't be happening. This can't be happening! You–you couldn't have given him all of you.

No, he doesn't own you. You aren't his. You don't want him. You hate him.

You fucking hate him.

"I won't stop fighting you." You put on your most determined face. "I'll never stop hating you."

"It's cute when you lie to yourself." Din shifts you onto your back in one swift movement, getting on top of you. "But we both know the truth. The moment I bury myself between your legs, you're going to give in. You can't help it. It feels too good being mine, doesn't it?"

"No." You shove at him, trying to get him off of you but he's showing his true strength right now. He's not the slightest bit affected by your attempts to move him away from you. "Let me go!"

"You don't mean that." He shakes his head at you. "You want to stay. You told me so."

"I didn't tell you anything. I told…" You bite your lip, trying to stop the sadness from flooding out but it does anyways, "I told the version of you that was kind to me. The one who took care of me when I was hurt. The you that helped me sleep and held me close. He wouldn't hurt me like this."

"I am him. Don't get it twisted. There's no other me. I was kind to you for a reason and now you know why. It was all a game."

You refuse to believe his words. "If you're one in the same, then why would you ever want to be kind to me? Why would you want to hold me while we slept together? Why would you want to comfort me and make me forget my pain? You claim to have done all this because you hate me but what's the real truth?"

You don't know where the urge comes from but you lift your hand up and caress his cheek, brushing your fingertips along his jaw. He blinks at you, like he's confused that you're touching him right now.

Using that confusion, you ask him, "do you love me, Din Djarin?"

"Are you fucking joking?" He scoffs at you. "I'm not the one in love. You are."

"You're lying." You pull him towards you, your lips so close to his as you breathe out, "you won't admit it but you made love to me last night. You won't let me go because you're in love with me. You want me to be yours because I've stolen your heart, haven't I? That's why you're so driven to even the odds. I've taken everything from you first."

You should've seen the slap coming. It connects with your face in a matter of moments and you cry out from the sudden pain.

"Shut up or I'll make you be quiet." He's furious, which can only mean that there's some truth in your claims.

"Now I understand why you put a new collar on me." You ignore his threat to let your thoughts out into the air, "you're afraid of losing me so you have to hold me captive."

Before you can let out another word, Din has both hands over your throat, pressing you into the mattress at full force. He's going to strangle you. Good.

"Kill me." You demand through a strained voice. "Kill your pretty little thief that you claim to hate so much."

There's a rage building in his eyes and you meet them without an ounce of fear in yours. Two can play this game. If he wants to steal your heart, you're going to steal his right back. You both can dance the devil's tango until one of you is dead.

That's how this ends.

You refuse to submit to him. You'll never make that mistake again. Din will have to kill you before you'll ever say you love him.

You'd rather die than love him.

"You want me to kill you?" He laughs as he chokes you. "Oh, I'll kill you. Just not now. No, I'm going to wait until I break you down and make you fall so deeply in love with me and then I'm going to rip out your heart and crush it in front of you."

You laugh, even though it's only making it harder to breathe. He lets go of your neck just enough for you to reply, "I'm going to kill you first because you're going to admit you love me way before I ever even think of loving you."

"You talk big for a girl being held down by the throat." He tries to intimidate you but you don't falter.

"You talk big for a man who wants to fuck me into this mattress." You challenge his desires and he glares at you menacingly.

"I think you're talking about yourself." One of his hands moves from your throat down your body until it finds its way between your legs, spreading your folds apart with his fingers. "You're dripping wet. You should be more honest with yourself. You want me to fuck you until you can't think straight, don't you?"

That's when you know you've got him because you simply smile and say, "yes, Master. I want you to fuck me."

You're toying with him and he knows. Din's furious with you and you can't get enough of it. If you're going to be held prisoner by him, then you might as well trap him too.

Everything from here on out will be a game of cat and mouse. You'll trick him as much as he tricks you. You'll get him to confess his love for you and then you'll kill him.

All you can hope for is that your feelings don't fuck this whole thing up. You cannot fall for him. You cannot let your guard down ever again. You cannot give into him.

Not even when he says, "I'm going to fuck you exactly the way you want me to, until you're whimpering and begging for more. Begging for the pleasure only I can give you."

As Din thrusts his cock inside you without warning, you scream, "I hate you!"

"Not for long." He smiles, watching as you grab a hold of the sheets to brace yourself for what's to come. "You can't hate me when you're getting fucked out of your mind."

He's right about that. It's so hard to think about anything when your body is quivering all over from his precise strokes. You can't hold it in and you burst under the pressure.

"Look at you, coming all over my cock." His thumb presses up against your clit, forcing another orgasm out of you from the sudden stimulation. "Aww, did you come again? It's so cute when you pretend you don't love the feeling of my cock pounding inside of you."

"Fuck you." You say through gritted teeth, another orgasm building way too soon.

"Oh, don't worry. We're going to fuck a lot. You're not getting a break until you beg for one." He sounds awfully serious.

That's because he is…

There's no breaks for you. After he finishes all over your body, marking you with his release, Din replaces his cock with his fingers. He makes you come like that until he's hard again and then the cycle repeats. He takes as long of a break as he needs to rebuild his stamina, but he keeps you on the edge the entire time. You try to fight it but after a few too many attempts to hit him where it hurts, he ties you down to the bed and fucks you like that. You have to resort to other ways of defying him.

"What a bad girl. So unappreciative of the pleasure her Master gives her." He scolds you and you shiver in response, his words causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. "Do you want a break? All you have to do is beg."

You spit on his face when he's close to you which is enough of a reply for him. He wipes it off with his fingers and then shoves them into your mouth. You bite down on them and that just makes him spit on your face in retaliation.

His free hand smacks your cheek. "Open your fucking mouth."

You bite down harder in response so he grabs a hold of your throat instead, making you gasp, which allows him to release his fingers from your grip.

"You've got a weak bite." He shows you the meek little teeth marks.

"I would be happy to bite harder on something else." You say with a provocative grin.

"I won't let you bite it, but you sure will swallow."

You struggle against your wrist restraints as Din kneels over you, stroking his cock above your face. He spits to wet his cock but you know he's missing on purpose to spit on your face indirectly. You press your lips together so he can't get it into your mouth but he doesn't like that very much. His free hand goes to hold your mouth open. Your jaw hurts terribly from the way he's gripping you.

"Are you in pain?" He asks as if he gives a shit. "It would be so much easier if you just kept that pretty mouth open for me."

You don't know what to do. It does hurt but you don't want to give in over some pain. He'll think you're easy to break and use it to his advantage.

So, you suffer through it as he continues to stroke his cock until he finishes into your mouth. You gag a little which forces you to swallow it, just like he said you would. You're exhausted from all of this. You want to take a break but you don't dare tell him that.

He knows though. "Why are you so adamant on being defiant? Just ask to take a break and I'll give you one. I'm a good Master."

"If you're such a good Master, why don't you just give me a break?" You let out with a tired huff.

"Okay." He says that single word so nonchalantly.

"What?" You're so shocked that you think you heard incorrectly.

"I said, okay. I'll give you a break. Come on." He cuts you out of the fabric he used to tie you to the bed frame.

Your arms drop down, all flimsy from having been held up for so long. You can't move. You're too physically weak. That's why Din lifts you into his arms and carries you over to the refresher, helping you wash up. You're confused the entire time because he's gentle. He puts your clothes on for you and tucks you back into bed before going to grab you one of those nutritional drinks you're starting to like. The flavor isn't all that bad after you get used to it.

You sip it slowly as you watch Din get dressed in comfortable sleepwear. Is he going to sleep with you? Why is this so…reminiscent of before? You shake the thought away. You can't think like that.

That Din doesn't exist, the one that was kind to you and held you close and made you feel safe.

The Din that spits in your face, fucks you until you see stars and wants you to fall in love with him before he kills you, that's the real Din.

So why…why do you start to cry when he gets into bed and pulls you into his warm arms? Why do you sob into his familiar chest, wishing this was the real him? Why do you want his comfort even when you hate him so much?

"I hate you." You mumble into his shirt as he rubs your back.

"I know." He says quietly. "You should."

Din presses a kiss onto the top of your head and you don't know how to react when he acts so sweet. Is it real? It can't be. It's just a trick. He's just trying to get you to fall in love with him…

"Break." You say that word like you had once before and he nods.

"Yes, we're taking a break." He holds you securely in his arms, keeping you close to him. You feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes out, "So, go to sleep, my pretty little thief. You're safe now that I'm here."

You don't know what that means but you're too tired to try to process it. You just bury yourself into his chest and cry yourself to sleep, seeking the comfort you so desperately crave from him.

Lesson learned: never fuck with a Mandalorian.

You're not ready for this break to end because you know when it does, he's going to break you…and you need to kill him before he does.

A/N: You asked and I certainly delivered quite the sequel! Who else was screaming for the reader to leave because I was like girlie, run! Though, Din would have never let you get away…

Anyways, this is cooking up to be quite the series! I've always been a fan of enemies to lovers trope, especially when it's much darker so it's been fun writing such a villainous Din ~ I have no idea what's in store for these two. I definitely think this is going to be an interesting tug of war with their hearts and I'm looking forward to writing more whenever the urge arises so be sure to like/follow if you want to read more ♡

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Baby’s First Fic Rec List

Well Hello There! Somehow I made it to 366 followers!! I intended to do this celebration for 350 but, y’know, life, holidays.... So here it is now!

I haven’t been around this fandom very long, but I have never felt so at home and welcomed by a fandom. I’ve also spent the last year or so reading Destiel fic like it was my calling, my passion, my civic duty. Fun fact: when you dive into a fandom with 12 years of accumulated fanfic, there’s a deep deep well to draw from.....

And so, in honor of 350(ish) followers and my first year(ish) with this fandom, I present to you this list of recommendations! Just some faves and things I enjoyed reading . All are Destiel. Most are smutty. Mix of canonverse and AU, fluff and grit, plot and silliness. Some preference given to fics with fewer hits/kudos/comments than I think they deserve.

Happy reading!

....The Non-Smut....

mistletoe & peppermint cocoa by navylights Rated T 5.5k Summary: Cas and Dean are on a mission: to pick up the perfect Christmas tree for their first Christmas with everyone alive and well.And while Cas and Dean are out shopping, and buying cocoa on a snowy afternoon, a certain meddling younger brother is putting up mistletoe in the bunker.(Or, the absurdly fluffy Christmas carols/cocoa/mistletoe/tree decorating/Christmas lights fic of your dreams)

Dean Winchester’s Secret (Angel) Boyfriend by reluctantabandon, Winter_of_our_Discontent Rated T 11.2k Summary: Dean Winchester isn't exactly a team player. So when he starts mentioning a new Hunting partner, Ellen and Jo Harvelle aren't sure whether they should be worried or relieved.But they're starting to get the feeling there's something important Dean's not telling them about Cas... (Reccer’s note: It’s kind of rare to see really excellent extended-cast ensemble work in fanfic. But this? This is that.)

Raisin D’etre by starsinursa Rated G 1.1k Summary: Apparently, Castiel hates raisins. (Reccer’s note: THIS IS THE CUTEST THING ON TWO LEGS.)

....Absolute Faves.....

Our Bodies, Possessed By Light by obstinatrix Rated E 40k Summary: Purged of all his souls, Castiel is a changed being, stronger than an angel and too powerful for Jimmy's body to contain. Happily, there's an archangel's vessel on hand, and he could use fixing, too. Dean isn't too happy about the idea of his brother acting as a vessel for Castiel, and Sam can guess why, but it isn't until Castiel gets inside his head and they learn to share the vessel -- and their thoughts -- that Sam realises Cas is as in love with Dean as Dean is with him. It's unfortunate that there's nothing much to be done about it now, but Castiel will get another vessel soon. The Winchesters will make damn sure of that. In the meantime, it's up to the three of them to establish their own strange accord, and Dean realises more fully than ever that it's Castiel, and not his vessel, that he loves. (Reccer’s note: Don’t let the premise squick you. This is very CLEARLY a Destiel story, in spite of Sam’s front row seat. I love all the relationships in this fic, Sam and Dean’s brotherly antagonizing/affection, Sam and Cas’s growing friendship, Cas and Dean’s straining, passionate adoration. All three of them are superbly written, but Cas especially. This also has some of the most scorchingly hot not-quite-sex ever written. Seriously. How can something be so fucking hot when everyone’s wearing two layers of clothing? Beats me.)

Rock ‘n’ Roll Queer Bar (series) by ChasingRabbits Rated E 126.7k Summary: Ellen and Jo Harvelle run Harvelle's Roadhouse, a bar that unintentionally becomes a beacon for wayward queer souls. Her employees: Dean, the smartass runaway with a big heart and bigger mouth; Castiel, the college drop-out turned hippie; his (surprisingly heterosexual) trouble-making brother Gabriel; and Charlie, who has been told several times that the back room is not to be used for after-hours Dungeons & Dragons games. But there's a lot of love in this place, and a new family for anyone who may otherwise be without. (Reccer’s note: The description doesn’t really do this series justice. This is the most realistic and beautifully and believably written long-term relationship I have ever read. They go through so much together, and they do it all TOGETHER. It’s beautiful. I devoured this in a day and a half, then went right back to the beginning and read it all over again. It’s Just. That. Good.)

Lots more under the cut!

....Shorts....

Angel-Mine by reluctant Rated E 4.3k Summary: Cas exhaled. "When an angel's wings are injured," he said to his feet, "the healing process can be augmented by… grooming, I suppose, would be the most accurate word. Removal of the maimed feathers to allow growth of healthy ones. Otherwise, they're left to fall out alone." He tilted his head towards the nightstand. "As you see." Dean stared at him. "So… that's why I can't help?" he said slowly. "'Cause I can't, y'know… see 'em? Or touch 'em?" "Yes," Cas said, slightly too quickly, and Dean snorted. "You're still a shitty liar, Cas," he informed him. "What ain't you tellin' me?"

Casturbatus Interruptus by smallhorizons Rated E 6.1k Summary: post-9.01, in a slight AU wherein Cas comes to live with the Winchesters at the Bunker. Written before 9.03. Crossposting from Tumblr. Written for a prompt from hightopsandsharpies: "Okay, so Cas is a virgin, and has no idea what pleasure is and Dean decides to show him and Cas gets all cuddly and needy afterwards." Dean walks in on Cas masturbating. He’s doing it all wrong, but when you’re a bazillion-year-old virgin, that’s to be expected. Dean decides to lend him a hand in a totally platonic, non-romantic way. Things get a little out of control.

Angelus Domini by xylodemon Rated E 3.2k Summary: "You're a fucking dick," Dean says, right to God's face. (Reccer’s note: In which Dean and Sam gain some heavenly grace and Dean and Cas don’t waste any time at all.)

we can watch the white doves go by xylodemon Rated E 2.7k Summary: "Wait," Dean says, just as the door snicks closed. It comes out as barely whisper; he clears his throat and tries again, a little louder this time. "Cas, I -- wait."

Oh! Darling! by castielsdemons Rated M 6.6k Summary: Now that Castiel has fallen, Dean wants to let him know how much he cares about him. And if it takes two or three (or eight) tries to get it right, then so be it. Or, the seven times Dean tried to tell Cas he loves him and the one time he actually got it right.

....Mid-length....

The Curious Case of Dean’s Missing Libido by thejabberwock Rated E 7k Summary: It’s been weeks since Castiel told Dean he loves him. Weeks since Dean answered him with a kiss. It’s been weeks, and they haven’t had sex.

Pronoun yourself out of this one, Dean by zation Rated E 11k Summary: When Dean gets hit by a gender-swapping witch spell it not so fun for anyone, until it’s kinda fun. Or, The one where Dean gets to discover a whole lot of new things. Like what nice hands Cas has, for instance.

Freckles by 2spooky4u Rated E 7k Summary: "I had to draw all them perfectly," Cas insists, and Dean suddenly can't get rid of the image of Cas, clutching on to a Crayola washable marker, jamming it into his skin forcefully like a little kid mashes his markers on the paper in a vehement attempt to make the color deeper. "And now you're insulted 'cause I don't appreciate 'em?" Dean asks, bewildered. "No," Cas lies petulantly. "Huh." The stubborn child version of Cas Dean has painted in his mind is now clutching his paper possessively, shielding it from scrutiny.They drive in silence for a while. "Thank you for making my freckles," Dean grouses finally, knowing that it's the only way Cas will forgive him. ((((OR, IN WHICH CAS LIKES DEAN AND HIS FRECKLES, AND DEAN IS STUBBORNLY HETEROSEXUAL))))

Sam Accidentally Sees the Whole Picture by almaasi Rated E 10.4k Summary: Sam's been through a lot lately, what with tonight's hunt rendering his skin an aching shade of purple and all. He can deal with Dean being overly concerned about Cas' broken finger, and - God help him - he puts up with the sound of their preposterously soppy love confessions and first kisses on the adjacent bed. But he cannot be expected to remain silent and feign sleep throughout the entire duration of their first-ever lovemaking session. He just can't. Especially not, because it seems apparent that Cas is more intent on deflowering himself than letting Dean do it.

The Things We Did (But Never Spoke Of) (series) by BadassCompany Rated E 17.9k Summary: Now and then, when there is quiet from the bloodshed and chaos of the world, I think of Dean Winchester. About the things we did; beautiful, glorious, rough skin and wet lips; but never spoke of. He didn't want to talk, only to feel, and I didn't know what to say. ~A partially complete series of canon compliant smutty oneshots.~

worthy by jad Rated E 14.8k Summary: "... you wanna what, now?" Dean asks, because he definitely didn't hear that right.Castiel tilts his head, a leftover tick from his angel days that Dean would be lying if he claimed to find anything but idiotically endearing. He knows this is his own fault, owing to that rather memorable moment a week ago when Cas wandered into this very same kitchen with a (fairly) legitimate question and Dean just didn't know when to shut up.

The Adventures of Real Anal Sex (Starring Dean and Castiel) by tiptoe39 Rated E 9.7k Summary: This is how it really happened. Because this is how it really happens. Thanks for the tweet, Astroglide -- product placement is now yours! (Reccer’s note: Adding some of the relevant tags: Awkward Sexual Situations, yes people go to the bathroom in this fic. Butt stuff ain’t always Harlequin Romance perfect, but honestly? It’s better that way.)

Go with the Flow by starsinursa Rated E 7.6k Summary: The smug bastard obviously think he’s won this argument, because there’s no way Dean is following him into a yoga class. The day Dean starts saluting the sun and humming ‘om’ under his breath like he’s part of some creepy hive mind like the Borg Collective, well, he might as well just start making his own potpourri and frequenting vegan bakeries, too. Not gonna happen.So yeah, Cas is right, damn him. There’s no way in hell Dean is following him into a yoga class. There’s no way. There’s no way –- ahhh, fuck. Fuck it all.

....Novellas/Novels....

Oxymora by thejabberwock Rated E 27.6k Summary: Good things don’t happen to Dean, so he’s not even surprised when Cas tells him he misunderstood the I love you. (Reccer’s note: This hurts so good. The payoff is worth the pain. Warning for Dean/others.)

riptides by sharkfish (waitforspring) Rated E 39.9k, WIP Summary: “I’m going to kiss you now.” Cas pauses, giving Dean a chance to back out, but Dean just licks his lips and waits. Cas’s mouth is up against Dean’s for a couple seconds before Dean responds, and then it’s Cas that’s being kissed senseless, because kissing is definitely not something Dean does tentatively. Dean reaches up to cup Cas’s jaw in his hand, tilting his head for a better angle, mouth plush, tasting like whiskey. Cas tries to remember what it was like the first time he kissed a man. All-encompassing, the world jerking off its axis, the feel of stubble under his fingers intense in a way it never really is with women, as much as he loves them.

Cabin Fever by Dangerousnotbroken Rated E 35k Summary: Due to a romantic-comedy level booking blunder, grumpy stress-case Dean and reclusive writer Castiel end up shuttled off to the same remote cabin for two weeks, and nobody seems to care that neither of them wants to be there. But since they’re stuck in the same cabin for the duration of their vacation, they might as well play nice and make the best of it right? Wrong. Dean’s so stressed out he can’t sit still, Cas can’t boil water without setting the place on fire, and they’re so on each other’s nerves it’ll be a miracle if either of them survives until their rides home arrive. At least the tension is just social, and not sexual, right? Right?

traveling light by sharkfish (waitforspring) Rated E 42.8k Summary: Cas is, impossibly, far more gorgeous in person, and he’s taller than Dean expected, and he moves with this casual grace that makes Dean’s brain short circuit.So Dean thinks he probably looks a little like a deer in the headlights when Cas catches his eyes from the door of the restaurant. He breaks out into a smile, the full, wide one that never came out in his pictures, and Dean actually goes weak in the knees. “Cas,” Dean says.“Hello, Dean,” Cas says. (Reccer’s note: Cas is FtM trans in this story and it gives me... so many feels.)

What Once Was Sacred by saltandbyrne Rated E 55.8k Summary: Los Angeles detective Dean Winchester works tirelessly to atone for the sins of his father one case at a time. When his best friend Charlie drags him to visit Sam at his new job, Dean stumbles onto a bizarre string of deaths that brings him uncomfortably close to his past.Dean can't stop thinking about Castiel, an enigmatic DJ who plays the sexiest music Dean's ever heard. A chance encounter at Castiel's house reveals that Castiel is an incubus, and Dean must face the lies and the reality of his childhood as a hunter. Dean comes to see that he and Castiel have more in common than he thought, and that guilt can be the hardest thing to cast aside.

the taste of gravel in the mouth by beenghosting Rated E 22.4k Summary: This is what Cas gave up Heaven for: greasy diner food, shitty motel rooms with even shittier cable, long car rides spent in complete silence except for the same six tapes playing over and over again, and a burnt-out husk of a man who can barely hold a conversation anymore. (Reccer’s note: Warning for angst.)

PWP: Pie Without Plot by MajorEnglishEsquire, orange_crushed Rated M 82.5k Summary: he is in the kitchen with flour on his hands and an apron and there is flour on his forehead and cas leans across the counter and wipes it off with his thumb and dean says "thank you" and cas says "you’re welcome" very seriously and later dean makes apple turnovers and he only ruins them a little and sam realizes it’s not a real hunt like four days into it and he lets dean stay undercover for like a week and a half or longer maybe way longer because he is such a good everything (Reccer’s note: Warning for fluff.)

Strangers on a Bus by Terene Rated E 59.7k Summary: Castiel is flummoxed. This is a social situation he is not equipped to handle. What is the protocol when the stranger sitting next to you on a bus, whom you incidentally find very attractive, falls asleep with his head on your shoulder?

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