#cw cnc
The Hard Way
Din Djarin x female reader
Length: 2.5k
cw: cnc (consensual non consent) roleplay, bondage, one slap, a little anal fingering
A rough pitch of the ship sideways has you sliding on the dirty floor and you knock into the bulkhead, cursing under your breath. You can hear metal creaking and you wonder if the cell door will break at this point, half-amazed this bag of bolts is still in one piece. You wait for the course to even out and for the engines to whine and jolt as you make the jump to hyperspace before crawling to your feet and walking the two steps to the door, giving it another try. It’s still hinged on tightly and you jerk it a few times with your bound hands, not wanting to draw too much attention to yourself so your captor won’t notice.
There’s clanging above you and you grimace, shrinking back the few steps it takes to get to the solid wall behind you as you see the Mandalorian dropping neatly down a ladder and then turning to regard you. He’s fully clothed, as you’d expect, his armor glinting even in the ratty and blinking light of the interior of his ship, and he walks towards your cell with such a swagger to his gait that you can’t help but swallow hard. You instinctively try to reach for your blaster at your hip but you’ve been disarmed before being thrown in here, including the knife that you keep in your boot and the second sidearm you keep tucked into the back of your pants. You knew the Mandalorian would be thorough, of course, he wouldn’t make any mistakes, and you press yourself backwards a little bit the closer he draws, a little tendril of fear threading through your stomach.
“You ready to tell me what I want?” he says, his voice sounding annoyed, filtered through his helmet.
You shake your head and he looks at you, his gaze piercing even through the visor. He shifts minutely and you can see the power in the flex of his muscles, the absolute grace of it as he strokes along his sidearm and then keeps moving, into a hidden pocket in which he produces a key.
“I could let you go, easy,” he says, holding it up, his head tilted to the side and you frown, knowing it wouldn’t be that easy.
“No,” you say, and the way his helmet tilts down slightly as he stares at you makes you go even weaker in the knees.
“No?” he repeats, taking a step forward, and you set your jaw, prepared to fight. You have no idea what he looks like under that shiny armor, but you bet he’s smirking and you’d like to punch it right off of his smug face.
“No,” you repeat more loudly, and you push off of the bulkhead as he takes one more step and then puts the key in the lock of the cell.
“Good thing I don’t need your permission for this, then,” he says, turning the lock and swinging open the door, and you take your one moment of opportunity to swing towards him with your bound arms, hoping to knock his hands away and elbow him in a soft spot where the armor isn’t covering him.
He steps to the side, obviously anticipating your attack, and easily catches your hands, spinning so you’re pinned up against the bars and his beskar is pressing into your back and thighs uncomfortably from behind.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” he says, the smoothness of his helmet right against your neck, and you shudder, overpowered and trapped.
“What’s the easy way?” you quip, wondering why when you’ve clearly lost the power struggle already.
“The easy way,” he says as he manhandles you away from the bars and then pushes you until you’re on your knees, his hand on your neck, his glove warm and his grip tight. “The easy way is you do exactly what I say. And you let me get exactlywhat I want from you.”
You struggle at his words and all you get for it is your head forced to the floor and his hand on your hip, holding you in place as if it was nothing. The steel of the floor is cold and hard, his armor just as unyielding at your back.
“Do you want to know what the hard way is?” he asks, and you shake your head into the floor immediately.
“Good girl,” he says, and he lets up the pressure but doesn’t let go of you, rolling your body so you’re on your back and blinking up at him.
He bends and grasps your wrists, stretching them up above you and then unhooking and rehooking the binders around a bar of the cell. You struggle against him but he’s just stronger than you, and you bang them against the bar, making a racket. Then he settles down on you, sitting on your hips hard and before you can even think about it he pulls his hand back, giving you a stinging slap right to the cheek. You immediately feel tears spring up, your face smarting as you bury it in the side of your arm.
“I guess it’s the hard way, then,” he says, pulling you by the chin so you’re looking up at him looming over you.
“No, wait,” you say, going limp beneath him, trying to keep your tears from slipping down. “Please. What if I tell you the information you want?”
“You gonna give it up so easily?” he says, dropping your chin so he can run a hand down your sides and hook into your waistband, which has you shuddering. He takes a gloved finger and runs it along your stomach, upward just a little bit so it slides under your linen shirt, and you twitch, trying to get away.
He laughs a little, his voice filtered and tinny, before sliding up the rest of the way, taking your shirt with it. Then he hooks his thumbs under the base of your bra, sliding it up too, and your face flames as he pushes it up, exposing you from navel to chin. When his hand moves you start to struggle again, the fight renewed as his leather-covered finger circles a nipple and then he pinches you there, making you bite your lip to keep a gasp from escaping.
He sits down on you harder to keep your hips from moving and bucking him off, and he’s so kriffing heavy on you that you can’t do anything but twist in his grip. It’s not helping at all though, just making him play with you more, like he’s a cat with a mouse he’s tormenting before making it a meal.
He slides down your body, sitting on your knees now and pinning you down as he makes quick work of the buttons on your pants, ripping them open as soon as he can and then yanking them downwards. You cry out a little as your ass hits the cold steel, almost unbelieving that this is happening. He has to get off of you to get your pants the rest of the way off and you kick a bit though it’s half-hearted; he has you bound and mostly naked and there’s no one who can hear your cries. It’s just the two of you and he can do anything he wants.
“Wait, please,” you start to say, thinking maybe some begging might appeal more now that brute strength and cunning is not an option. “Please don’t.”
But he’s taking your legs and spreading them, kneeling between them so they’re resting on his armored-thighs, and you bury your head in embarrassment as you’re spread so wide open to him.
“Please don’t what,” he says as his hands inch down your thighs. You squeeze them together but it’s like you’re doing nothing, his hands too strong, his thighs spread between yours so you can’t bring yours any closer together. You can’t help but get wetter the longer he stares at you and you’re dreading him touching you so he’ll feel it there, feel how much you want this.
“Don’t,” you whisper, your breath catching as his thumb skips on your skin and then it’s suddenly against your clit, pressing into you hard and then making a rough circle that has you crying out. He lets you go just for a second and you see him taking off one glove before coming back to you quickly, the contrast of his soft skin this time making you moan. You bury your face in your arm again so you don’t have to watch, but the sensations are enough, are too much, and then he’s holding your thigh up with his one gloved hand and searching downward, gathering the wetness at the opening of your pussy and spreading it messily before sliding inside with one finger.
You stiffen and moan, your legs wanting to spread but you clench instead, trying to make it tight, to force him out, even though you know that’s not possible.
“So wet,” he says, and it sounds so dirty in his filtered voice, like he’s some kind of emotionless robot. He crooks his finger and your body jerks and you suddenly hate him for it, for this wetness between your legs and for making you feel anything at all, the absolute bastard. You feel the fight renewed in you and you wriggle your hips, kicking at his shoulders again. He catches one leg easily, pinning it to his waist while he wriggles in a second finger into you, making you moan again and slap your hips to the floor.
“Remember, sweetheart,” he says, swirling his fingers and then pulling them out to flick against your clit and make you squeal. “There’s the easy way.” He plunges back inside, this time with three fingers, and you feel full, so full, and yet not full enough. “Or.” He slides out, the sound wet as the fingers withdraw, and then he’s sliding them down further, teasing against your asshole.
You absolutely stiffen up as the tip of one edges in just a bit, holding your breath and muttering, No, no, please no.
“Or the hard way,” he says, sinking in further, until his finger is swallowed up to the first knuckle. You buck against him but it only works the finger in further, his thumb finding your clit and making you go mad with the pleasure of it. You pull against your binders, your body stretched taut, completely at his mercy.
“No,please,” you say, your voice broken at this point, and when he pulls his finger out slowly and you feel something much larger brushing against you, your eyes fly open. He’s still clothed, still has his blasted helmet and armor on, his pants open just enough for you to see his cock pressed against your thigh. He pushes inward with a grunt, holding your legs open so you can’t squeeze him out, and the blunt head of it is big, too big. He works it into you slowly, his hands behind your knees, and you throw your head back and close your eyes as you feel him entering you.
You’ve had sex before but not ever like this, not tied up in some bounty hunter’s cell, bound and forced, and he’s so big it’s making your eyes tear up again. You can feel the pull on your shoulders as he works you down on it, your mouth hanging open and grunts punched out of you with each little thrust as he goes in deeper and deeper. You think it can’t get in any further but then he pulls you up onto his thighs and it slides in that little bit more. You groan, feeling so full for a moment, exasperated, like it’s so deep it’s up to your throat.
And then he starts to move. You realize before that he was being kind because now every stroke is rough and deep, his cock driving into you again and again as you cry out. You’re so slick, your body so hot, his armor heavy and cold against you still. He shifts so he can get on his hands and knees above you, tilting your hips for a better angle and then snapping back to it. You can only lay there and take it, trying to keep in your moans but completely unsuccessful when he reaches between you to rub roughly at your clit with his un-gloved hand.
You’re saying something, you don’t know what language it is, but you’re not sure if your pleases are for him to stop anymore or if it’s for him to make you come, and when he tilts your hips up and rubs his thumb against you, you feel your orgasm wrenched from you without conscious choice. Your body stiffens and you throw your head back, wincing as you hit the cold steel a bit too hard.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he says, and you’re annoyed that his voice is cutting through your orgasm, you didn’t do this for him, you can’t help it if he just has a particularly nice and skilled… Your thoughts cut off as he rubs harder at your clit, bringing you right back to the edge again, the razor sharpness of it almost hurting as you ride through a second wave, biting your teeth against it and pulling on your restraints.
He grunts above you, his voice tinged with pleasure through the filter, and then you can feel his hips stutter and wetness between you as he comes hard. He lets go of your clit to hold onto your hips, pressing himself as deep as possibly to you, his head tilted back. You suddenly wish you could see him naked, to see what he really looked like beneath all of that. Was he handsome? Was he hideous? With that cock and those fingers, did it really matter?
You both heave in air, the sweat and come pooling between you and leaking onto the floor, and he gathers himself after a moment to ease out of you and then lean up, undoing the clasps of your binders. You draw your hands down immediately, rubbing them, and smiling fuzzily when Din curls up next to you, taking them between his hands and inspecting them. They’re only a little red, you’ve seen much worse— in fact Din’s done much worse to you.
“I’m good,” you say to his unspoken question, and you can practically feel the smile from under his helmet.
He’s turned into goo on the floor, his orgasm wiping him out apparently, and the two of you fiddle with the binders before flipping them over to the side of the cell. He pulls you into his chest and his armor still feels cold against you, but his breathing is even, his embrace strong.
“Was that the easy way?” you tease, curling into him more.
“You want it the hard way next time?” he says, and you can hear the lazy smirk in his voice. You wish for the millionth time you could see it on his face, but you know that’s how it is with him. If you want him, this is the way you’ll get him, for now.
“Maybe,” you chuckle. You shift again, feeling dirty and used, in the best way.
“I’ll surprise you,” he says, and you full out grin, tugging his arms around you tighter. The beskar grinds against the floor and your skin and you know you’ll have to get up soon, but you have a minute now to indulge in this. You enjoy the feeling of Din rubbing the blood back into your wrists and you twist in his arms, bringing your forehead to rest against his helmet and holding it there for a moment, feeling lazy and warm.
“Sounds perfect.”
I want to give you fuck me eyes as you strangle the life out of me
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I want to have my hands tied above my head and my throat being choked while being pounded into relentlessly until I cum just because I know your stronger than me and I can’t break free
if ur not obsessed with me i literally do not want u ^_^
♡ Tell me I’m yours. Tell me what you’ll do to anyone who tries to take me away. ♡
is he really my soulmate if he doesn’t snap over me teasing him constantly and break into my house and shoves me against a wall with my wrists pinned above my head as he opens my legs with his thigh and forces his cock into me to fuck me for being a tease and playing hard to get
If we have sex, let your anger out while doing it
possessiveness during sex is so hot to me, tell me I belong to u while you ruin me
why am I into controlling, abusive, possessive men that want to kidnap and hurt me?
Message me on here and on Wickr telling me the most disgusting, taboo things you’ve done to make me cum! The more pervy the better <3
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this user: is innocent when sober, and wants to be abused when high <3 (≧∀≦)
