Part two requested by @dxn_djarxn <3
Warnings: PTSD, Somewhat vivid SA, Nightmares, Violence, fluff, unedited
Mandalorian x Fem! Reader
Word Count: 1976 (...wow)
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His hands roamed your body, pinning you when you tried to wriggle free, but he was twice your size and drunk off his ass. Not a good combination.
His chapped lips drowned yours as his beer breath poured into your mouth, making the air around you reek. Your muscles flexed as you struggled to move, punch, kick, anything. When his tongue was forced into battle with yours, you clamped down, the taste of alcohol replaced by blood. He yowled, bringing a hand to his mouth, eyes ablaze with anger as he glared at you. With the second of weakness, you tried to run away, but he grabbed the hem of your shirt and yanked you back, caging you in his burly arms.
"Where do you think you're going?" His husky voice whispered in your ear, beard brushing against your neck. He didn't sound angry, which scared you even more.
"Please, just-just let me-"
"Go? I think you know better than that." He chuckled wickedly, the hairs on your neck standing up in warning and a shiver running down your spine.
He ran his hands up and down your arms, lips traveling down your neck, then shoulders, collarbone, lower, and lower, hands sliding beneath your waistband...
"Please," You whispered. "don't, don't do it..."
"Don't!" You shot up, cold sweat running down your back, chest heaving, eyes watering. Your eyes darted around, taking in the familiar locked compartment of your locked ship that you lived in alone. You sighed.
Hanging your head, you brought your knees close and rested your head in your hands, doing your best to remember your breathing exercise.
Three in....
Four out....
Three in....
Four out....
It doesn't really help.
Deciding a shower might help wash away the feeling of him, you get up and wait a moment for your vision to clear, then walk to the 'fresher attached to your room. However as you pass your bedside table, you catch the glinting silver of your blade, which reminds you of a certain beskar man from two months ago.
You remember his soothing voice, his calm approach, his lack of contact, his sweet nature...his com number.
Immediately, you scan over the room until you find your comlink on your dresser. Your eyes light up. His voice would sound like heavens angles right about now.
Almost tripping over yourself, you rush to your dresser, placing a hand on your heart as you went through your meager contact list, doing your best to breath with each beat. Finding him after only a second, you smiled at the name. "Mando." You whispered, thumb hovering over the call button. But then you frowned.
What if he was busy? Or hunting a bounty? What if you gave his position away? What if he was sleeping? What if he didn't want to talk to you? What if he forgot about you? What if he didn't-
You pushed the button.
It rang once.
Maybe he wouldn't pick up.
It rang twice.
Maybe you shouldn't have called.
It rang thrice.
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FanficSo...I have a ton of ideas, and dxn_djarxn doesn't have enough time to write them 😅 so here I am! (Check her out btw she's amazing) Most of the one-shots have a Gender Neutral reader, but there are Female and Male readers as well. I think that's i...
