word count: 3.5k // warnings: SMUT, vaginal sex, fingering, biting, injury, a lil gore, needle, vaguest hint of a blood kink (you know he has one), space condoms, consent is sexy, din is ooc but he always is in things like this, reader is gn!afab bc work with what you got, swears, overuse of italics, this was meant to just be filthy but some feelings snuck in there idk how, 18+ pls no babies
Smoke clings to the inside of your nose, itching all the way up to your eyes and back down your throat. You’re sure your voice will be hoarse for days after this.
Guild havens never stay that way for very long, there’s always someone who owes somebody else credits and before anyone knows it there’s blaster bolts and punches flying every way you turn. You’ve made it this far unscathed at least, crouched behind a crate in the street, as hunters you’d been laughing alongside less than an hour ago fire off shots at each other in the marketplace.
You catch a glimpse of sunlight glinting off a helmet a little ways down from you, someone without the good sense to keep their fucking head down. Or someone who doesn’t need to.
