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frannyzooey · 2 years ago

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Middle of the Night

Joel Miller x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: He comes to you for comfort.

A/N: Thank you to my loves @mourningbirds1 @the-ginger-hedge-witch and @krissology looking this over for me ❤️

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Tucked onto his side with his broad back facing you, you crawl into bed and press your nose into the curls that cover the nape of his neck, breathing him in. Your hand maps his firm shoulder, running a well worn path over the curve of his side and his calloused hand grasps yours, pulling it close.

You sleep, because you’re exhausted, and so does he.

It’s the middle of the night when he finds you.

When his guard is down – not all the way, it’s never down all the way – but when the fog of sleep dulls his brain and his heart and he’s reduced to nothing but a man seeking out your warmth in the dusky black of the room, that’s when he finds you. His hands pulling you close, his mouth seeking yours.

Those hands that deliver brutality when needed, that curl into fists or mold around his rifle - a semblance of their old tenderness comes out in his touch when he guides your sleep limp limbs around him; the wet heat of his mouth felt against your skin when he tucks his face into the crook of your neck and inhales.

His strong arm winds around your side, holding you tight and he pulls you from sleep when you feel the drag of his lips as they pepper light kisses along the curve of your jaw. You shift your face down to his and he looks up, his mouth meeting yours.

It’s a languid kiss, a sleepy one laced with a low simmering need. His tongue dips into your mouth, opening you up for him and your fingers brush against the wiry hair of his gray streaked beard, pulling him closer. You shift to face him fully, fitting your body along his and he reaches down, impatiently tugging away the blanket you’ve wrapped yourself in. He needs that barrier to you gone and when it is, his thigh finds the space between your own and he rolls you onto your back, deepening the kiss with a low sound at the back of his throat.

If you had met before all this happened, there might have been a time where you did this sort of thing with affectionate smiles on your faces, kissing each other breathless through teasing words. There might have been open delight in the act as you had fun with it, laughing quietly into the dark room as you peeled off each other’s clothes in a playful, clumsy fumble.

But you met now, and so you still peel the clothes off, but there is no laughing. No silly words, no teasing. There is only raw hunger for each other as you find every inch of his firm, bare skin as it’s revealed and he does the same for you.

“Joel,” you breathe into his kiss when you’re naked and pressed against each other tight, his cock a stiff heft against the curve of your ass as you wind your legs around his waist. He’s a heavy weight on top of you, forcing you into the mattress and you relish the security in his warm drape; tuck it away for later, when you’ll need to recall it. His beard scrapes the palms of your hands, your hold shifting up to thread into his hair.

Pulling back just enough, he brings his fingers up to his mouth with a suck, wetting them. Your eyes watch the lewd gesture before he reaches down between your bodies and finding the pearl of your clit, he rubs it with a firm, practiced, slick glide, pressing his mouth back against yours.

Arching into his touch, you keen underneath him and your thighs open wider, your hips rolling lightly against his hand.

“Fuck,” you exhale, a blooming heat building. “Keep touching it like that. Keep –”

“I know what you need, pretty girl. I know.” The lilt of his accent slips deeper, pairing with the husk of his low voice.

He does know. Keeps doing it until you start to force your hips against the swift circle of his touch, keeps doing it until you tell him that you need him and that’s when he slips himself inside: when your achingly empty cunt flutters around the snug fit before pulling him deep. His hand, still damp with your slick, finds your own and with a strength you’ve seen him display in so many situations, he circles your wrist, forcing it into the bed above your head. You wiggle it free, lacing your fingers with his.

He fucks rough. Bruising strokes, harsh snaps of his hips, ones that betray his need for you. You take everything he gives, his hand tightening its hold on yours while the other one cups your cheek, making sure your mouth stays on his.

You squeeze his bicep, moaning into his hungry kiss and lift your hips so he can slide in deeper.

“Goddamn you feel so good,” he groans, breaking the kiss to rest the bridge of his nose against your cheek. He grunts with every deep push forward, the puff of hot air trapped against your skin. “I don’t ever wanna stop.”

“Don’t,” you encourage him, tipping your head back into the pillow and he takes the opportunity to lave his tongue along the hollow of your throat, just before biting down on the juncture of your shoulder. When you hiss, he smiles against your skin.

“The only good part of my day is this. You, and this pussy right here,” the last words punctuated with a harsh fit of his hips into your own.

Slipping your hand from his hold, you reach down and follow the dip of his spine to dig your fingers into the meat of his ass, forcing him deeper. His mouth follows the swell of your breasts, his tongue curling over a hardened peak before drawing it into his mouth with a suck. His hand cups the bottom of it, greedily pushing the plump of it up and he opens his mouth wider. His teeth catch, before his tongue soothes.

“Did you think about this today?” he asks, his hand skating down to curl around the bend of your knee, tugging it higher. “Did you want it?”

“Yes,” you admit, moaning the word. “I always do.”

When he’s away - either physically, or when he withdraws into the depth of pain that haunts his memories - you do miss it. Miss this version of him that allows himself to seek comfort in someone else. To love with his body, even if he’ll never say the words.

“I wanna be sore tomorrow. I wanna remember. I wanna think about how deep you got, how good you fucked me, Joel. Make me sore, okay?”

A depraved part of his soul, the one that’s grown to cover up the lighter version of him that used to exist, responds instantly to the words and he growls, fucking into you harder.

“Like this?” he asks, breathless and forceful. His hips snap forward, again, again. “Like this?”

Yes, you cry out for him. Please.

The old mattress you sleep on rhythmically thudding against the wall, black creeps around the edges of his vision. His gaze fixes on your open mouth, your plush lips, your clenched shut eyes and he fists the worn sheet, using it for leverage. He fucks you like he wants to bury himself inside you and sensing what he needs, you curl your arms around his shoulders, tugging him close.

I’m right here, I’m right here, you chant in a whisper, right into the shell of his ear.

“Goddamnit,” he groans loudly, and then again, much lower, almost to himself, like he can’t believe how good you feel. “Goddamn.”

When you come, he groans low when he feels it like a tight fist around him, all the way down to the base of his cock. You’re so wet there’s an audible sound between you as he fucks you through it and he closes his eyes with a frown, trying to last as long as he can. Sweat gathered where your limbs are pressed together, he never wants to leave the flushed heat of your body and waiting until the very last second, he pulls out and spills hot along the inside of your thigh, streaking it with pools of white.

Then, it’s quiet again.

His body relaxes on top of yours, letting you soothe it. Your nails drag over his back, your fingers kneading into the base of his spine and he melts with a low, content groan.

This man. The man everyone is afraid of. The one who delivers blunt, efficient violence when it’s needed. The one who is ruthless and hardened, who will stop at nothing to survive and protects what is his: he’s none of those things right now; his arms pushing beneath your body to hold you close. His cheek rests against your thrumming heart and his breathing evens out, slowing into a steady, deep pattern.

Then, he’s asleep.

Looking at him in the dark, you wonder how he used to be. Was he funny? Did he joke? Did he have someone to love? Did he have a wife? A family? Did he like movies, or sports, or books, or whatever people did back when they had time for anything else but just surviving? The anger that he bundles up inside of him, the one that pours out in his narrowed gaze and tight jaw and bursts out of his fists - did it always live there? Or did the infection infect him too, only in a different way?

These are questions you’ll never know the answer to. You won’t ask, and you know he wouldn’t tell. It’s a mutual understanding between the two of you: what’s the sense in talking about the past, when it only brings more pain into a world where that’s all there is?

Better to not think of it. Better to savor the small moments when you get them, like the one you’re having right now.

He hasn’t moved, his face relaxed in slumber, but his arms are still tight around you as if he’s afraid you might leave him in the night. His unconscious body betrays him — just like his actions, instead of his words.

The edge of your mouth curls up, your hand brushing back a lock of hair from his forehead and you admire the scarce seen softness in him for a moment, eventually closing your eyes.

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deakyjoe · 2 years ago

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Sultry Sunsets

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (no pronouns, use of “cyar’ika”)

Category: established relationship, fluff

Summary: Din takes you to see the most stunning sunset in the galaxy.

Warnings: none really, just fluff, mentions of conflict/pollution

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: This idea has been running around inside my head for literal months and I never did anything with it. Until now. Got in my feels about Din and blasted this out in an hour or two. Hope you enjoy!

Consider buying me a coffee :)

"Why won't you tell me where we're going?" You asked Din again as you collapsed into the passenger seat in the cockpit.

"Cyar'ika..." He sighed, tossing you a glance over his shoulder through the visor on his helmet. "I told you, it's a surprise."

"And I told you that I hate surprises." You whined, leaning forward and sticking your bottom lip out in the biggest pout you could muster.

"You'll like this one, I promise." He insisted, adjusting the speed of the Crest as you descended towards your destination.

It wasn't a planet you could recognise from just the sight of the surface, so it was unlikely you'd been there many times before if at all. The planet appeared rather pretty from a distance. There were many sweeping landscapes, several patches of greenery, what looked like a very large body of water and very little city space.

"What's the population?" You questioned, standing up to look out of the window from behind Din. "It looks empty."

"It is. Almost." His voice was low, husky, as he replied. "Only a small group of settlers on the far side. Those small cities are abandoned. It's nearly inhospitable."

"But the settlers- and it looks beautiful. And safe. So many plants and water." You were very confused.

"Exactly. The plants and water are impossible to control. Overtook the cities in a matter of weeks." Din replied gruffly, pointing back at your chair to indicate for you to sit back down as you landed.

"Oh. Then why are we here?" You were even more perplexed. It couldn't be a bounty or someone with information, as he'd said it was a surprise.

"Patience, cyar'ika. It'll be worth it."

"Okay." You huffed and decided to remain silent for the rest of the journey.

Din seemed to appreciate the silence as he joined you in being quiet, as he tended to do anyway, and manoeuvered the ship to land safely. With only a few clunks and clangs from the hull where cargo had not been stored properly. You winced in the hope that your Mandalorian pilot didn't hear it as it was supposed to be your job to check that all cargo was in its correct positioning.

Luckily, he said nothing until the engines were switched off.

"Let's go."

You jumped up out of your chair, without a word, and followed him out of the cockpit and eventually out of the hull until your boots were sinking into soft grass. The air around you smelled of dirt, salt water and sunshine. The exact kind of scents you rarely got in their purest form in this galaxy. You were used to the polluted atmospheres of urbanised planets and the smoke produced from constant conflicts. This was new. And exciting. Almost... invigorating.

"Din, this- this is incredible!" You gasped, whirling around to look up at him. You felt so alive in a place like this, unable to contain your joy as you smiled up at your companion.

"I thought you'd like it." The smile in his voice was evident. "Come on, there's more."

"More?" You exclaimed, taking his outstretched gloved hand as he offered it to you. "How can there be more than this?"

"Oh, there is so much more." He led you in the direction of going deeper into the forest, leaving the Razor Crest behind you.

"There's one thing I want to show you." He supplied as a vague explanation.

You said nothing more as you allowed him to drag you along. He seemed to be in a hurry, pace rushed as if he didn't want to miss something. And, judging by the position of the moons in the sky, you figured it would be getting dark soon so he probably didn't want you walking around in a pitch black forest that was unknown with no lights to guide you. Or maybe what he wanted to show you needed daylight to be seen in its best capacity.

Whatever it was, you didn't ask anymore questions. You just smiled at the back of his head and giggled when he caught you as you stumbled over a tree root protruding from the ground.

"Careful, cyar'ika." He warned, opting to wrap an arm around your waist to keep you balanced as you apparently couldn't do that for yourself.

You just sent him an apologetic look.

And when you abruptly stopped as the forest ended on the edge of a cliff, you could say nothing. All words escaped you and left you speechless at the view.

"I-" You attempted something, anything, to express how absolutely gorgeous this was but the words got clogged in your throat as you choked up and tears welled in your eyes. It was unbelievable.

"Breathtaking, isn't it?" Din offered for you, taking a quick glance your way to gauge your reaction. He seemed pleased with what he saw as he let out a small hum of satisfaction that rumbled in his chest and through the modulator.

"Yes." You responded breathlessly, his description really was accurate. "Why are we here?"

You still didn't know why he'd brought you here. It was pretty, yes, but Din didn't seem like the type of person to take you places just for the view.

"Because it's beautiful." He whispered and then paused as you gave a single nod of agreement. "And you've shown me how beautiful life can be. So I want to share other beautiful things with you. This being just the first."

The tears that had been building up behind your eyelids finally started to fall at that confession, a lump rising in your throat. The sentimentality and the meaning was not lost on you. Far from it actually.

"Oh, Din..." You looked up at your Mandalorian. "Well, this is one amazing way of starting that."

The laugh you let out was shaky and watery but you were delighted when his chest moved up and down in a chuckle and the modulator rattled with the semblance of a laugh.

"It has barely started, cyar'ika. Just wait for the sunset. Any minute now." He gestured out at the skyline where the sun was indeed about to begin disappearing.

So, this is what he was hurrying for.

You said nothing as he moved to stand behind you, the seal of his helmet hissing and then landing on the mossy floor with a dull thud. You continued to stay hushed as his arms wrapped around your waist from behind and his chin rested on your shoulder, nose pressing into your neck for a second and the hair of his beard scratching against your cheek in the best way.

And when the sky was suddenly painted in streaks of pinks, oranges and the softest of purples... you were unable to say anything. Once again, you were left with no words that were capable of explaining what you were seeing or how it was making you feel. You just sighed in content, letting one of your hands rest on Din's and allowing the other to curl up and around to slide them through his hair.

"We can stay for a few days. Explore a little, if you'd like." He mumbled into the skin of your neck and planted a kiss there.

"I'd love to." You replied, tilting your head to give him better access.

"Good." He exhaled heavily against you and relaxed, perfectly happy to spend this short piece of what felt like forever with you and only you.

"I'd love to." You replied, tilting your head to give him better access.

"Good." He exhaled heavily against you and relaxed, perfectly happy to spend this short piece of what felt like forever with you and only you.

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