[inactive] separation brings us awfully close

twin suns ; striding behind you

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part four of the Twin Suns series  ;  prologue  ;  part i ; part ii ; part iii

pairing: au (canon-divergent), western-inspired Din Djarin x fem!bounty!reader (afab, w use of woman, girl, etc) rating: eventually explicit. slow slow burn. (18+. mdni.)  

warnings: canon-typical violence, allusions to past abuse, fear, descriptions of reader's injuries (there are a lot of them), dehydration and hunger (mention of eating), temporary blindness still, mean!Mando but also soft!Mando???, insecure reader (scars, etc), allusions to past assault and past SA(nondescript), brief mentions of trauma, slightly possessive themes, partial nudity, hints of a size kink. reader hates men <3.

synopsis:  “'aren't you used to danger, bounty hunter?' you spit, indignance sprouting from the rotting seed of your fear. his back is turned, but you still hear him. 'not the kind of danger that you are.'"

word count: 6.7k! 

notes: im back from the graveyard to post this next part! my Din brainrot is returning and ive been finding time between my two jobs to write more :) pls lmk if you like this installation! yay things are kind of picking up now wahoo

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every step forward draws a heated exhale from your marred lips.

the harsh desert winds carry whispers of sand across the vast expanse of Tatooine as the hunter leads you towards the distant silhouette of Boba Fett's palace; it stands menacing as you squint against the faintness of your sight.

Mr. Miller's Show

[not my gif]   pairing: joel miller x fem!reader (afab, some use of she/her, use of the words girl/woman)     rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.) word count: 7.3k  (back to regularly scheduled programming) requested: yes thank you all for all the patience srsly <3 summary: “'like how sweet you've been t'me, sugar," he mutters gently, head tilting, "why y'gonna go and fuck all that up now?'" warnings: gendered words (girl, woman, etc) allusions to PTSD, porn with feelings, guys theyre like getting healthier, SMUT (PiV unprotected), oral (M receiving), deepthroating, rough sex, face-fucking, shower smut, counter smut, reader is a tease, masturbation (f), marijuana use as always lol, brief voyeurism, canon-typical violence, age gap (undefined but mentioned), ass play (spitting, fingering, only a bit sorryyyy), mirror sex again bc im a whore, reader has hair long enough to grab, hair pulling, lots of choking, spit kink, light slapping (f receiving, consensual), dirty talk, praise kink but also degradation, use of words like slut, brat tamer!joel, overstimulation, MEAN!JOEL YALL, but he has feelings so he’s also kinda soft!dom in this again, once again sooo unedited that it hurts.  notes: finally finally after over a month im back!! hope you enjoy this chapter, ive been having rough writers block with this story so any suggestions and requests are very welcomed!!! thanks for all the love and as always, comments & reblogs w tags are motivation and help out so much!!! love u all <3 also for the taglist, it's too big now and i may consider stopping my taglist, just letting everyone know!!! ill lyk if i do ofc but im reblogging with the list this time.

[this is part six of the Mr Miller series. read previous part sympathy for the devil.  main masterlist here. ]

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"you're wearing earrings." 

Joel's voice cuts through the serene chill in the air, shocking you enough to have your head turning away from where you stare ahead - you crane your neck too much, but you can just see the dusted gray and dark of his curls behind you as your brows raise. 

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focus

[not my gif]

 pairing: din djarin x telepathic!afab!reader    

rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.)   word count: 1.7k  lol. requested: yes, probably like 100 years ago (sorry!) by the lovely @mandomyboo​ <3 summary:  “find the bounty.” Mando states simply as you search through the sea of natives, “-and don’t cheat.” he adds, tilting his helmet pointedly at you.  warnings: reader is telepathic!, established situationship, religious/sacrilegious imagery, public sex (sort of not rly), slightly dom! Din in this one tbh, smut (PiV, unprotected), oral f!receiving, fondling, fantasies, mind-reading, glove kink if u squint, light spitting kink, light choking, reader tries to tease din and he has none of that

notes: bb thank u so much for your patience while i worked on this fic!! its a little short but i hope u like it :’) always up for more requests esp for Din!! <3 also i tried to keep my religious imagery as neutral as possible but like honestly it just seems so similar to christianity lol. anyways 

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“I told you to stop that." 

the low baritone rumbles through the noise of the cantina, cutting your focus away from the task at hand. your eyes flicker to the beskar as if they belong there; a small grin from you, shrugging from where you sit. 

Mr. Miller; Sympathy for the Devil

[not my gif] pairing: joel miller x fem!reader (afab, some use of she/her, use of the words girl/woman)    

rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.) word count: 14.1k  lol.  requested: yes thank you all for all the patience again <3 summary:“your stomach drops at Joel’s words - where’s the anger, the stubbornness? where’s the cocky Joel, the one who would probably stiffly mutter he’s sorry he offended you before slamming three fingers of the Bison’s liquor and walking out with a glare?” warnings: gendered words (girl, woman, etc) mentions of raiders, canon-typical violence, brief allusion to intended sexual assault (non descriptive), murder & blood, slight ptsd/trauma, age gap (discussed a fair amount), PiV sex (unprotected), dry humping, fingering, brief gagging, JOEL MILLER IS AN ASS MAN!!!, mirror sex, reader has hair long enough to grab, hair pulling, choking, spitting, rough sex, light slapping, pussy spanking, ass fingering, ass play, spitting, praise kink but also some degradation, use of words like slut, face sitting, dacryphilia, brat tamer!joel, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, MEAN!JOEL YALL>>>hes mean, but he has feelings so he’s also kinda soft!dom in this, angst with a bit of fluff at the end maybe?? sooo unedited that it hurts. 

notes: heyyyyyy guyssssss…. sorry this is so late ::( but its here! and massively longer than id planned! so sorry about that. but I hope you enjoy this chapter, there’s arguing but it’s def more soft than any of the others, so enjoy that. they’re starting to get somewhere :’) thanks for all the love and as always, comments & reblogs w tags are motivation and help out so much!!! love u all <3 

[this is part five of the Mr Miller series: read previous part Mr. Miller’s Patrol.   main masterlist here. ]

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thrumming.

a deep movement, somewhere far below the surface; there’s a ringing in your ear. 

it’s like- it’s like a buzzing, actually, or almost like a helicopter; a faint noise from a forgotten world that you never really got to experience. it’s pounding, slamming - it’s rough. 

it dips and sways with the breathing within your chest.

it’s not a helicopter, you realize slowly, clearing your throat. the noise wanes but waxes soon again with insistency, slamming day and night over and over your ears until your head lulls back slightly; oh. it’s not a helicopter. it’s not a broken song from a fifty-year-old jukebox. 

it’s a voice.

it’s Joel. 

he’s saying something. 

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Mr. Miller’s Girlfriend

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader (afab, use of she/her, use of the word girl)    

rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.)       word count: 11.6k………… jesus fucking hell im sorry guys its too long  requested: yes i love u all summary: “it’s delicious, this game you and Joel play.”   warnings: mentions of canon-typical injuries, blood loss/descriptions of blood, consumption of alcohol, reader gets injured, age gap (unspecified), Jackson era, jealousy, allusions to cheating, toxic reader and Joel tbh, only because they don’t know how to talk about feelings, light voyeurism kinda, mentions of masturbation (m), rough sex (PiV, unprotected), creampie, oral (f!receiving), edging, thigh riding, slapping (reader gets slapped and joel does too, all consensual), spit kink, nipple play, slight exhibitionism (sex in front of a window), threats of bondage, threats of anal play (once), overstimulation, mutliple orgasms, slight breeding kink, dirty talk, degradation, praise!!!!!!!, dacryphilia, porn with SOME feelings, fluff too ngl just a bit, possessive fr

notes: okay finally the third part… i had such an overwhelming response to the first two parts thank you guys so, so much for the love!!! ill be honest this stuff is my motivation so pls let me know if you like it :) this is so so long but i rly wanted to include as many of the requests as i could for yall :) and finally some feelings with reader and Joel! trying out a new writing style with swapping povs so lmk if it is better or worse! i hope you guys enjoy! 

[this is a sequel to Mr Miller and Mr Miller’s House.  other Joel fics:     fever       landmines  ]

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        the jukebox in the corner of the room has a slight skip to it. 

it’s been bugging Joel, itching the back of his mind as his gaze lumbers over every measly lump of a person in the room; his mind miles away as Tommy - or maybe even Dahlia - yaps away about something or other in his ear. 

his fingers, dry from the blistering sun then pelted down with the torrential pours of afternoon thunderstorms scratch unfortunately loud against his sweating glass. the whiskey sloshes and clinks the ice against the cup. 

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im sweating after posting this ngl 

where to start 

(gif not mine) pairing: din djarin x afab!reader (gender not specified, descriptions of afab genitalia)     rating: explicit.  (18+. mdni.)     requested: yes, here !!! word count: 2.7k  summary:  Din lets out a shaky sigh, finally turning around in the chair to face you, legs spread slightly, “it’s not like- I don’t not want to- I just haven’t-I don’t know where to start."  warnings:  SMUT. there’s like no plot. teasing, PiV (unprotected), Din has a praise kink, he begs, inexperience, loss of virginity, brief allusion to rough sex if you squint, yall cant convince me Din isn’t a stuttering little mess, riding in the pilot’s seat!!, sliiiight dom!reader, slight discussion of Din being ashamed he’s a virgin, idk what else tbh  notes:  thank u for requesting this! i just wrote it in like 30 mins haha. i hope yall like it i love my space cowboy boyfriend <3  this is unedited. reblogs/comments always motivate me hehe

   [other din fic          din series (be like me): masterlist  ]

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you stare at the cold metal in front of you. 

it stares back silently. 

your hand is itching to just go knock, to raise a few inches and rap your knuckles upon its shimmering, textured surface; it’ll be so simple. so easy, definitely one of the easier things you’ve ever done. 

but the conversation that awaits on the other side- well.

that’s not so simple. 

Mr. Miller’s House 

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader (afab, use of she/her, use of the word girl)    

rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.)      

word count: 7.6k  requested: yes  summary: “Joel was a mean, mean man. and you eat it up like a woman starved for months.” warnings: mentions of food/eating, drinking alcohol, age gap (unspecified), Jackson era, Ellie gets a splinter, Joel is honestly rude to Ellie in this and reader is judgy about Joel’s parenting practices lol. but really,  this is just filthy smut (PiV, unprotected), dirty talk, sir kink, use of the word slut a LOT, one use of the word bitch, humiliation/degradation, hints of masochism, choking, exhibitionism, public smut, rough sex, dom!Joel, mean joel, lots of fighting/anger, cumplay, dirty talk, ass spanking, pussy spanking, mentions of blood (reader gets scraped knees), throat/facefucking, rough oral (m!receiving), overstimulation, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms. lmk if i missed any please lmfao

notes: okay jesus fucking christ!!! i wrote this so fasst lol but it was fun and highly requested. hope yall like it.  as always reblogs/asks/comments are always great motivations :’) this is not reread because as i have said before im lazy and INSANE! 

[this is a sequel to Mr Miller.       other Joel fics:     fever       landmines  ]

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this was a mistake. you shouldn’t have done this….this was a terrible idea. 

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Mr. Miller

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader (afab, use of she/her, use of the word girl)    

rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.)    

word count: 6.8k requested: yes. here and here :) 

summary:  “six months before you ran yourself into any trouble with somebody - that’s no easy feat, considering your track record, so you like to call it a win anyways. but boy, talk about a rocky start with someone. Tommy’s goddamn brother, no less.”

warnings: Jackson era, mentions of marijuana use, age gap (unspecified), sliiightly dub!con, smut (PiV, unprotected), creampie, overstimulation, pussy spanking, choking, spit kink, slight knife kink (do not look at me), dom!Joel (brat tamer!Joel if you squint), slight sir kink, so much dirty talk, lots of begging, degradation kink, dacryphilia, mean!Joel, this is just shameless smut i am horrible  notes: okay i kind of modified these asks but I thought it’d be fun to write it like this!!! as always reblogs/asks/comments are always great motivations :’) this is not reread because i am INSANE! xoxo

(  other Joel fics:     fever       landmines    )

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to be completely honest, you never would’ve guessed you’d move to Wyoming. 

landmines

 pairing: joel miller x fem!reader (afab, use of she/her, use of the word girl once)   rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.)     word count: 6.2k summary: (straight lines, they unwind you she does a little thing with her eye that says “we’re off soon,” she says the bleeding’s incidental ‘cause she’s so cool she said “I’m no fun if I’ve only a bottle of wine” and now she’s doing it all the time )  or. “he saw how your hands shook when you exchanged rations for those damn pills. hell, at one time in his life he’d felt his own hands shake in the same way. so Joel doesn’t get to be all high and mighty with you, after all.”  warnings: Pre-TLOU, set in Boston, canon-typical violence, age gap (mentioned & undefined), joel and reader are in love but joel can’t deal with his emotions, mentions of drugs use (painkillers), drinking, brief and minor allusions to religion, angst, alcohol/drug abuse, this is about reader and joel’s drug addictions, and about reader’s struggle with going clean (PLS DO NOT READ THIS IF IT IS HARMFUL TO YOU. keep yourself safe <3),  love confessions, brief mentions of withdrawal symptoms (reader gets a nose bleed), brief mentions of smut (unprotected PiV, creampie, multiple orgasms, soft its kinda vanilla tbh), fluff.  notes: this just came to me while listening to Milk by the 1975. heavily based off of the lyrics of that song and just something I needed to get out of my system. also written in both Joel and reader’s POV, but tbh it’s mostly Joel’s 

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there was something so conspicuous about the lines you created with your fingers. 

soft music crackles odd over the weak signal in the corner of the room. a breeze chills your bare skin over your head as the swell of the concerto sends shivers over the blades of your shoulders, smoothing over your form as you hunch at the table. 

you need this. 

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be like me [viii]

vengeance

(gif not mine!)  pairing: din djarin x fem!reader (afab, use of she/her)   rating: explicit.  (18+. mdni.)     word count: 12.0k oh my god im sorry  summary: “maybe death is just a thing that happens, just like life, and suffering, and happiness, and love. and you can’t stop the creeping feeling that this, what has happened, was written long, long ago, somewhere in the stars.”  warnings: mentions of past abuse, lots of blood/injury, major character injury/death, mentions of family death/trauma, use of the word girl & she/her pronouns, descriptions of eating and consumption of alcohol, angst, mourning loss, love confessions, SMUT, light bondage/blindfold (the helmet comes off ngl), oral (fem receiving), din has a hair-pulling kink, praise kink, switch!Din (!!!!!!), mentions of Din’s inexperience, unprotected PiV sex (don’t), creampie, cockwarming, light biting/marking, multiple orgasms, passionate & soft smut bc they deserve it <3333  notes:  this is NOT beta’d because its too long and im so lazy!!!!!!! sorry lol. but FINAL CHAPTER! this one’s a little dialogue heavy but I felt that it was fitting because Mando has a lot to say and finally can do it :)  ugh this has been such a joy to write, thank you so much to everyone who’s read and stuck with me :) this was obvs my first ever time writing for star wars/Din Djarin, and im really appreciative for every reblog/comment! it means the world and truly does motivate me to write :’)  also now that this series is complete, pls feel free to send in requests for anything id love to write more! ::’)  xoxo thank you guys for everything    previousseries masterlist

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by nightfall, the suns were far into their cyclical hibernation, nestled far away from the crust of the planet outside the Crest. 

final chapter 💖😔🥰💗♥️❤️💓💖☺️

some things never change 

pairing: din djarin x bounty hunter!reader (afab, use of she/her)   rating: explicit.  (18+. mdni.)     word count: 9.6k <33333 summary: “so yes, despite the differences in armor and time and the slim possibility of your Mando being here, of all places, after all this time - despite that, you know it’s him. by the way he walks, the way he carries himself as if nobody is staring, as if nobody is slinking back into the shadows in fear… some things never change. and nobody forgets a man like Mando.” warnings: SMUT. porn with feelings and some (liiiittle) plot, consumption of alcohol, age gap (reader is in their late 20s), afab reader and words like cunt/clit etc, friends to lovers, semi-public sex, canon-typical violence, canon-typical blood/descriptions of canon-typical injuries, unprotected PiV sex, spitting kink (SORRY), light light bondage (reader is blindfolded), the helmet COMES OFF, light cumplay, oral (f recieving), spanking, size kink if you squint, fingering, some dirty talk, light praise, soft!dom Din, this is kinda tame tbh notes: this is set just around mid/end of season 2!!! also lol i literally just wrote this after too many glasses of wine and i have some terrible fucking writers block for my ongoing series. but now i have so many thoughts in my head about this fic and it could be a little series too tbh. so many thoughts brewing. also i didnt tag anyone because i only kinda have a taglist for be like me lol and idk if yall want to be on my regular taglist. but i hope yall enjoy xx

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the cantina’s lights are flickering. 

they’d always been dim; they blinked even back when you were hired, and yet the owner insists the lights keep up the facade of a dingy, sultry bar cantina that entertains the mysteries of the stars that lie high above. 

you hate it.

fever

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader (afab, use of she/her)   rating:explicit.  (18+. mdni.)   word count: 7.5k summary: but at the timbre of your voice, a cold shiver runs down his spine. his eyes widen in acceptance. there must have been some sort of- poison, or aphrodisiac in that damn plant that you’d both been struck with.  warnings: SMUT. dubcon (sex pollen), age gap (not specified), use of the word ‘girl’, friends(ish) to lovers, canon-typical mentions of violence, needles/getting pricked by a plant, descriptions of canon-typical injuries, unprotected PiV sex, kinda rough, creampie, light cumplay, oral (f and m recieving), a fair amount of begging, dacryphilia, size kink, overstimulation, voyeur Joel if you squint just for a sec, facefucking, mutual masturbation, multiple orgasms, some spanking, choking, reader gets slapped on the cheek like once, dom!joel miller, spit kink, fingering, dirty talk/slight degradation if you squint, light praise, this is just basically porn with no plot, they’ve got feelings for each other but they’re in denial, ellie is in this in the beginning but doesn’t hear them thank GOD,  notes: this is my first work for Joel and though I never finished the first game, the release of the TV series inspired me bc i am a SLU T for pedro lmao. this is terribly unedited because I just forgot i took edibles after i smoked and cranked this out in an hour and a half so sorry if it’s choppy or a bit ooc for joel. ALSO IF IM MISSING WARNINGS PLS MESSAGE ME 

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“whose brilliant idea was this?”

you say it from behind Joel, the echo of your boots splashing through the tunnel as you look around you, your eyes sneaking to observe the width of his shoulders, the stretch of his shirt over the muscles. 

Joel can’t stop the twist of his lips as he grumbles back at you, “yours.” he mutters, rolling his eyes. 

be like me [vi] 

promise

pairing: din djarin x fem!reader (afab, use of she/her) rating: explicit.  (18+. mdni.)   word count: 9.9k IM SORRY summary: maybe the galaxy is just of spokes on a wheel of power that turns in the blink of an eye. warnings: ANGST. smut - unprotected PiV (fun in fiction but b safe irl), use of gendered words (girl), soft dom!Din, some begging, ass slapping, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, glove kink, hair pulling, fighting, arguments/betrayal, canon-typical violence, minor character death, brief mentions of blood, familial trauma, family death, angst, panic attacks.  notes: second to last installment of this fic :’) i hope yall enjoy it. this is unedited because i simply am lazy lol

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the stars shake with your anticipation as you sit attentively in your seat. 

you were supposed to be in orbit of Daluuj within the hour. the kid, plopped in your lap, was clapping in excitement at your giddiness, your heart thrumming inside your ribcage with vigor as you tickled his tiny nose gently. he gurgles something, face looking very sure of himself, and you clasp your hands together, nodding along. “my, isn’t that astute of you.” you grin, “and what do you think about it?"