Hard Edges || Mandalorian X Reader
"Razor Crest, hey? Didn't know any of these still flew" you joke, trying to ease the mounting tension in the air. The visor just stares back at you, silent and unwavering. Okay, not much for jokes... You walk up the ramp into the cargo hold, trying to ignore the wave of pressure as he stalks your every step. Stars, its almost predatory the way someone that size, in that much armor, manages to move so silently. A fact that should (and does) strike fear into your gut, but your cheeks blush with the equal amount of something else alongside it....
*18+, rough sex, mature content*
Does not follow canon events.
