george lucas, remarkably unsubtley, over and over again: the fall of the republic was because of corporate interests interfering with politics and increased complacency with fascist ideas in the face of a manufactured war
everyone, for some reason: so the jedi were the REAL villains because they didnât get married
*The Hunter and the Hunted (Din Djarin x Bounty! Reader)
Summary: You were a master thief who, even when captured, always managed to escape. Maybe, that was about to change.
Warnings: smut!!! 18+ only!!! enemies to (sort of) lovers, hate sex, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, p in v sex, unprotected sex, slight sir kink, humiliation/degradation, mean (ish) mando
WC: 1941
Notes: The Din Djarin fic is here! I had originally had something totally different planned that I ended up hating lmao, and this is fic number two, which I think turned out much better! Enjoy the filthđ
Stealing was second nature at this point. It was all you knew. At first, it was just a piece of bread from a food stand to feed your hungry sister. During the war, it was smuggling secret plans to either side; you got your paycheck regardless of who you did the job for. Now, it was taking large sums of money, treasure, and other important items from the rich. You were always on the run, though you were used to it by now. You had been caught before, but escaped every time.
This time, you were hiding out in the dense forests of Dantooine, far away from the settlements in the grasslands and hills. It was the same routine. Steal, hide out for a month or so until law enforcement and bounty hunters forgot about you, then steal again. You kind of enjoyed when you got to lay low; it gave you time to rest and plan your next move. But it was now sundown, and the lack of electricity on the planet meant that you couldnât do much after the sun had set. So you quickly checked your traps, meant to ward off potential intruders, then settled down for the night.
You woke up to the sound of one of your traps going off. Silently, you climbed down from your bed, peeking through the window. You could see a tall figure outside, but they didnât appear to be trapped. Instead, it seemed he purposefully set it off. Cursing under your breath, you knew this was one of the rare instances that you would have to flee. You quickly and quietly gathered your things and slipped out of the back door, clutching your blaster tightly.
*The Hunter and the Hunted (Din Djarin x Bounty! Reader)
Summary: You were a master thief who, even when captured, always managed to escape. Maybe, that was about to change.
Warnings: smut!!! 18+ only!!! enemies to (sort of) lovers, hate sex, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, p in v sex, unprotected sex, slight sir kink, humiliation/degradation, mean (ish) mando
WC: 1941
Notes: The Din Djarin fic is here! I had originally had something totally different planned that I ended up hating lmao, and this is fic number two, which I think turned out much better! Enjoy the filthđ
Stealing was second nature at this point. It was all you knew. At first, it was just a piece of bread from a food stand to feed your hungry sister. During the war, it was smuggling secret plans to either side; you got your paycheck regardless of who you did the job for. Now, it was taking large sums of money, treasure, and other important items from the rich. You were always on the run, though you were used to it by now. You had been caught before, but escaped every time.
This time, you were hiding out in the dense forests of Dantooine, far away from the settlements in the grasslands and hills. It was the same routine. Steal, hide out for a month or so until law enforcement and bounty hunters forgot about you, then steal again. You kind of enjoyed when you got to lay low; it gave you time to rest and plan your next move. But it was now sundown, and the lack of electricity on the planet meant that you couldnât do much after the sun had set. So you quickly checked your traps, meant to ward off potential intruders, then settled down for the night.
You woke up to the sound of one of your traps going off. Silently, you climbed down from your bed, peeking through the window. You could see a tall figure outside, but they didnât appear to be trapped. Instead, it seemed he purposefully set it off. Cursing under your breath, you knew this was one of the rare instances that you would have to flee. You quickly and quietly gathered your things and slipped out of the back door, clutching your blaster tightly.
Only for you to be slammed into the ground!
You pushed the figure off of you, purely running on instinct as you fired a shot at them. But the shot bounced off of the armor that you could now see. Beskar.
You cursed lowly again. Of course it was a Mandalorian. Though your traps had fooled many, and your fighting prowess defeated those you couldnât outsmart, a Mandalorian was a completely different beast. One that you werenât sure you could beat.
In a flash, he shot flames at you, which you skillfully dodged as you fired a few more shots at him. Annoyingly, all of your shots missed as he moved out of the way. Unexpectedly, he shot a whipcord at you. You leaped to the side, almost dodging the attack, but the cord snared your leg! You shot at him a few times in an attempt to keep him away while you tried to cut off the cord with your vibro knife, but he was too fast, pinning you to the ground and using the excess cord to bind your hands.
âLet me go,â you hissed, trying to kick at him.
But he held firm, binding you practically from head to toe. He dragged you behind him, forcing you to leave behind your temporary home and all of your epic traps (which was sad, you spent a long time making those). Though you struggled, he was stronger, and he pulled you all the way to a very old ship. He pulled you up the ramp and shut it behind you, finally letting you go in favor of going to start up the ship.
Manipulating your body within your binds, you managed to grasp your knife and cut yourself free. But it was too late to truly free yourself, for the ship took off before you could open the door. Cursing seemed to be a common theme for you today as your fist landed on the side of the ship in frustration.
Footsteps clambered down from the ladder that you assumed lead up to the controls until the Mandalorian was in front of you once more. Though you couldnât see his face, you could feel him glaring at you.
âListen, we both know I canât go anywhere right now,â you reasoned, trying to get him not to tie you up again.
But he grabbed a pair of manacles and approached you, forcing you down onto a bench. You knew better than to resist.
âYouâre the fucking worst,â you spat as he chained you, âI literally canât do anything to escape.â
âBut you could still try to kill me.â
For some reason, the deep timbre of his filtered voice, as well as his close proximity and the way he was able to pull you around like you weighed nothing was doing it for you. You clenched your thighs instinctively, hoping he missed it. But as the rest of your evening had proved, luck was not on your side.
He wrenched your thighs open with his large hands, and you were sure he was smirking when he said, âIs this doing it for you?â
âOf course not,â you lied, trying to pull yourself away from him.
But the Mandalorian held you steady, âYouâre lying. Tell me the truth and this might end in something we both want.â
Your thighs tried to close again, but he held you open, fingers brushing higher on the clothed flesh.
âIt might be doing something for me,â you mumbled, knowing that this wasnât a situation you wanted to get out of.
Sure, he was going to turn you in for a pretty large sum of money. But why not enjoy yourself while you still could? Besides, you knew you were going to break out anyway.
âYeah? You want this?â
âYes.â
With your affirmation, he yanked your pants down your legs, not bothering to fully take them off.
âNot much time, weâre almost there,â he muttered, pulling off his gloves and shoving two of his fingers into you.
You cried out in pleasure as he groaned, âFuck, youâre wet. Good thing you are, need to keep things moving.â
âThen just put your cock in me!â you snapped, âdonât waste your time with this part.â
He shook his head, âHave to. Iâm too big, Iâll hurt you a bit too much if I try now.â
âDidnât care much about hurting me when you were bringing me to your ship,â you hissed.
He sighed, curling his fingers and prodding a spot that had you arching off of the seat, âThat was different, and you know it. Now shut up and let me open you up for me.â
He punctuated his sentence with a sharp thrust of his fingers, adding a third as you writhed in his grip.
âShit,â you gasped, âfucking close.â
As soon as the words left your lips, he pulled his fingers out, making you groan in frustration.
âHave to be nice in order to get what you want.â
The remark simultaneously made your blood boil and your pussy wet. Especially when he started pulling off some of the armor that clad his legs. You tried not to gasp when he shoved his own pants down his thighs. You hadnât believed that he really needed to open you up until this moment: he was fucking huge. The Mandalorian climbed on top of you, lining himself up with your entrance, but making no move to push in. You tried to pull him closer, but your hands were still bound.
âWhat the fuck are you waiting for? You said we didnât have a lot of time!â you exclaimed, hooking your feet around his thighs in an effort to pull him closer.
The filtered chuckle that sounded from his helmet made you shiver, âRemember what I said about being nice?â
Your eyes widened, âAre you serious?!â
He pulled away from you, sending the horny parts of your brain into a sex-depraved panic, âWait, please! Donât go!â
He stopped his movements, but made no move to come closer. You could feel his eyes boring into you in silent triumph. He knew he had you, the sly motherfucker.
You sighed, slightly in humiliation as you caved, âNeed your cock, please, sir.â
âThatâs a little better,â he crooned, enjoying the way you squirmed slightly in embarrassment as he lined himself up again, âkeep going.â
You cursed under your breath as you begged, âPlease fuck me, sir. Never been so wet in my-oh!â
You cut yourself off as he pushed the tip into you. Even that felt big to you, and you knew it was just the beginning.
âThatâs a good slut, begging for me,â he growled in your ear, but his voice softened as much as it could as he continued, âtell me if it hurts, though.â
âI will,â you promised, âplease keep going.â
It felt excruciatingly slow as he filled you up. You could feel every inch, every ridge, and every vein as he entered you, and you couldnât help the impatient, yet desperate noises that spilled from your lips.
âTold you I was big,â he remarked as he was fully sheathed inside of you.
âGuess Iâll see if youâre all talk-â
Any further insult you couldâve come up with was cut off with a sharp gasp as he pulled out almost the whole way and slammed into you.
âOh fuck!â
Each thrust was just as intense as the last, driving you up the bench until your head was almost hitting the metal wall with every thrust. It was almost animalistic; the way his hands crushed your thighs in his strong grip, his grunts into your ear, and the way your eyes couldnât help but roll into the back of your head. You buried your face into his shoulder, trying to muffle your moans.
âDonât hide from me, slut,â the Mandalorian growled, one of his hands tangling in your hair and yanking you away from his shoulder.
You sobbed out in pleasure from the pain now pricking your scalp in tandem with his harsh thrusts. You honestly couldnât speak even if you tried, your mouth permanently stuck open with your whimpers and moans.
âNot so mean when you canât speak, hm? Maybe you wouldâve been more willing to come with me if I had stuck my cock in you first,â he taunted, but you knew he was right.
You couldnât tell him you were about to come, but the way your thighs trembled and the increased volume of your moans told him everything he needed to know.
Two of his skillful fingers rubbed your clit as the hand in your hair moved to your throat, squeezing slightly as he held you down.
That was all it took, your body spasming beneath him as you came harder than you ever had before.
âThatâs it,â he murmured as you fell apart, âlook so pretty like this.â
The soft compliment was unexpected, but it added to the pleasure of your orgasm. You didnât really notice him pulling out and fucking his fist until he spilled onto your thighs. Surprisingly, he disappeared and returned with a scrap of fabric, cleaning the both of you off as best he could. Even more surprisingly, he unlocked your manacles, and you rubbed your wrists where the cold metal bit into your skin.
âThink it might be good to keep you around,â he offered simply before disappearing into the cockpit.
You felt the ship turn in a different direction as you smirked. Once again, you had avoided capture, though this time, you had a feeling you wouldnât stealing anything else.
He came back down the ladder, having placed the ship on autopilot.
âYou know, it might be good to have a business partner. Someone who knows where the criminals hide out so you can get a few more bounties,â you offered.
âI was thinking the same thing.â
You had a feeling youâd enjoy this partnership very much.
Summary: The past repeats itself, but Joel refuses to make the same mistake twice.
Warnings: angst!! canon typical violence, brief description of gunshot wound, Joel is finally getting good at emotions :)
WC: 1279
Notes: Hellooooo! I wasnât sure if I was going to write a part 3, but I was inspired, so I wrote the entire thing this morning! Finally, we get to the fluffy stuff, but of course I still had to sprinkle in some angst! This is definitely the last full installment of the series, but I wouldnât mind writing some blurbs and whatnot about these two, so if you still want to see this pairing, you can totally send me some requests for that :) or if you just want to send requests in general, feel free to do that as well! thank you all so much for reading this series: Iâve never written this much angst before, so I was afraid it wouldnât turn out well, but Iâm super thankful that you all enjoyed Mistakes!!!
PS: anything in italics is a flashback :)
Things were awkward for a while.
You didnât feel as though you could fully trust him yet. You were too afraid of him hurting you again. But you adored Ellie, and because Ellie insisted upon you coming over and sharing her stack of comic books, Joel slowly became a more consistent figure in your life again. As spring became summer, you learned to trust him more. You told him about your solo travels, how you had taken out a raiding party single handedly and survived more than one encounter with Infected. He opened up to you as well, telling you the tale of how he and Ellie came to Jackson just a few months ago. You really felt for him: the things they had been through were terrifying, and you could see how much the two had grown to care for each other throughout their journey. And seeing the way Joel loved Ellie gave you hope. That maybe he could love you and not shut you out.
Little did you know that that theory would be tested sooner than you expected.
Summary: The past repeats itself, but Joel refuses to make the same mistake twice.
Warnings: angst!! canon typical violence, brief description of gunshot wound, Joel is finally getting good at emotions :)
WC: 1279
Notes: Hellooooo! I wasnât sure if I was going to write a part 3, but I was inspired, so I wrote the entire thing this morning! Finally, we get to the fluffy stuff, but of course I still had to sprinkle in some angst! This is definitely the last full installment of the series, but I wouldnât mind writing some blurbs and whatnot about these two, so if you still want to see this pairing, you can totally send me some requests for that :) or if you just want to send requests in general, feel free to do that as well! thank you all so much for reading this series: Iâve never written this much angst before, so I was afraid it wouldnât turn out well, but Iâm super thankful that you all enjoyed Mistakes!!!
PS: anything in italics is a flashback :)
Things were awkward for a while.
You didnât feel as though you could fully trust him yet. You were too afraid of him hurting you again. But you adored Ellie, and because Ellie insisted upon you coming over and sharing her stack of comic books, Joel slowly became a more consistent figure in your life again. As spring became summer, you learned to trust him more. You told him about your solo travels, how you had taken out a raiding party single handedly and survived more than one encounter with Infected. He opened up to you as well, telling you the tale of how he and Ellie came to Jackson just a few months ago. You really felt for him: the things they had been through were terrifying, and you could see how much the two had grown to care for each other throughout their journey. And seeing the way Joel loved Ellie gave you hope. That maybe he could love you and not shut you out.
Little did you know that that theory would be tested sooner than you expected.
Summary: The past repeats itself, but Joel refuses to make the same mistake twice.
Warnings: angst!! canon typical violence, brief description of gunshot wound, Joel is finally getting good at emotions :)
WC: 1279
Notes: Hellooooo! I wasnât sure if I was going to write a part 3, but I was inspired, so I wrote the entire thing this morning! Finally, we get to the fluffy stuff, but of course I still had to sprinkle in some angst! This is definitely the last full installment of the series, but I wouldnât mind writing some blurbs and whatnot about these two, so if you still want to see this pairing, you can totally send me some requests for that :) or if you just want to send requests in general, feel free to do that as well! thank you all so much for reading this series: Iâve never written this much angst before, so I was afraid it wouldnât turn out well, but Iâm super thankful that you all enjoyed Mistakes!!!
PS: anything in italics is a flashback :)
Things were awkward for a while.
You didnât feel as though you could fully trust him yet. You were too afraid of him hurting you again. But you adored Ellie, and because Ellie insisted upon you coming over and sharing her stack of comic books, Joel slowly became a more consistent figure in your life again. As spring became summer, you learned to trust him more. You told him about your solo travels, how you had taken out a raiding party single handedly and survived more than one encounter with Infected. He opened up to you as well, telling you the tale of how he and Ellie came to Jackson just a few months ago. You really felt for him: the things they had been through were terrifying, and you could see how much the two had grown to care for each other throughout their journey. And seeing the way Joel loved Ellie gave you hope. That maybe he could love you and not shut you out.
Little did you know that that theory would be tested sooner than you expected.
The two of you were paired up for patrol often (which Tommy said was because âyouâre one of the only people he tolerates in this town, and I need a break sometimes.â), and today was no different. You were trudging along the craggy mountain path, stepping over long, broken branches, dodging wildlife, and trying not to make too much noise. During this part of the patrol, you always walked in silence, not wanting to attract unwanted attention. There would be time for talking once you got to the safehouse, a cabin that you were now about halfway to.
The silence was broken by a gunshot. You barely remembered what happened next.
You collapsed to the ground, pressing your hand to your stomach as it became coated with red.
Joel couldnât speak, couldnât breathe as he saw you fall. He could only think of the first time.
âSweetheart, please.â
His pleas fell upon deaf ears. Your eyes had fluttered shut as you lost consciousness, unable to reply.
âJOEL!â
Tessâs shout was the only thing that pulled him from his own head. He had never moved so fast, scooping you up without a second thought and sprinting after Tess, carrying you the entire way to Bill and Frankâs without rest.
âY/n will be okay, Joel,â Tess assured him, âFrank will take care of things.â
Joel nodded, barely hearing as he ran. He needed you. Holy shit, he needed you. More than he needed anyone else in this god-forsaken hellscape. He loved you too much.
He shook it off, seeing the concealed figures through the bushes. He saw red, going after the raiders with a rage he had only felt a few times. When Sarah was shot. When he killed an entire warehouse of Fireflies for Ellie. And now, for you.
The raiders had no chance. They dropped like flies under Joelâs thunderous fury, with knives sunk into their stomachs, gunshots to their hearts, and fists breaking in their faces until they could speak no more. When they were all dead, the threat of any danger to you taken care of, he ran to your side, seeing your eyes were already closed.
âShit,â he hissed, quickly tearing off strips of his shirt to tie around you and attempt to staunch the bleeding, âIâve got you, sweetheart. Not fuckin dying on my watch.â
He picked you up, not unlike the first time, as he ran to Jackson. The year and a half between the first time he did this and now was affecting him: his legs burned and his breaths were ragged. But he didnât stop. Not for a goddamn minute. He needed you.
It felt far too long before he saw the towering, wooden gates to the town, which swung open almost immediately as the gatekeepers saw the scene before them. Joel sprinted down the streets, carrying your limp body to the infirmary.
The doors burst open as Dr. Casey and two nurses saw Joel, frantically looking around with you in his arms.
âRaiders,â was all he could get out, but they understood.
âHere,â the doctor said as calmly as she could, gesturing toward a table, âweâll get the bullet out and stitch Y/n up. Donât worry.â
Joel grit his teeth. Donât worry? How in the absolute hell was he supposed to do that? But he didnât say a thing as Dr. Casey got to work. He trusted the doctor fully: she was one of the few people who actually was a doctor before everything went to shit, so she knew what she was doing. But he was terrified. He just got you back, and he could lose you again.
One of the nurses, Allen, who had been there when you were first brought to Jackson, looked at him and said, âJoel. Y/n will be okay. We promise.â
He nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat as the door swung open again.
It was Ellie, who for once, didnât speak. She just gently took Joelâs hand and led him to their home. And he broke down, holding one of his girls as he cried for the other.
It was a few hours before a knock sounded as his door.
It was Allen, who had a soft smile on his face.
âY/nâs fine. Lost a decent bit of blood, so sheâs still weak. But sheâs okay. Do you want to se-â
He couldnât even finish his sentence as Joel bolted past him in the direction of the clinic.
Ellie giggled, âSorry, heâs just excited. So Iâll thank you for the both of us.â
Allen nodded, smiling a little wider, âWhole town thought heâd be a grump forever. But having both of you in his life seems like itâs helping.â
She smiled, âItâs not just helping him.â
The door to the infirmary burst open again, but with a much different purpose. You were in the corner. You were bandaged and pretty beat up, but you were alive. You and Dr. Casey looked up at the sound of the wooden doors banging against the wall. You couldnât help the fond smile that made its way onto your features as a blur of a black flannel and blue jeans burst onto the scene, wrapping you up into his tight embrace.
âIâll leave you alone,â the doctor whispered before disappearing into a back room.
ââM okay, Joel,â you murmured, your voice muffled into the fabric of his shirt, âyou saved me. Iâm okay.â
Hearing your voice confirm the very words he needed to hear allowed him to catch his breath.
âThought I lost you again,â he said, gripping your shirt with calloused hands.
You shook your head, âDidnât lose me.â
He pulled away, gently cupping your face in his hands. You could see the wetness beginning to gather in his eyes.
âI-â he swallowed hard, âI canât lose you.â
âYou wonât,â you assured him, âI wonât leave you.â
There was still a bit of fear in you. There was still a chance of him pushing you away as soon as you were healed. You were terrified of that possibility.
But any fear you had immediately washed away as his lips pressed to yours. It was years in the making, and the way you felt when you connected made you wish it had happened years ago. He cupped your face so delicately, and his lips mirrored the softness of his hands, kissing you so tenderly you could cry.
It ended too soon, Joel pulling away to whisper, âIâm not leaving you, either. Ever again.â
Summary: You walked away from Joel after the confrontation at Bill and Frankâs. You thought youâd never see him again. Until you did.
Warnings: angst!!!!! reader is lonely :( Joel and reader are getting better at emotions!!! mentions of canon typical violence, allusion to sexual activities, happy-ish ending
WC: 2025
Notes: soooo here is the sequel to Mistakes!! I had originally planned on only having this series be two parts, and then I thought it would be three or four, but now Iâm kind of back to only doing two bc I really liked how this part ended!!! Lmk what you think about that!!
Walking out was simultaneously the best and worst thing you couldâve done for yourself. You didnât wake up feeling unwanted. You did what you wanted when you wanted because no one was there to hover over you. You lived in the woods, trading with other people like you, dodging Infected, and killing raiders who tried to make your life more of a living hell than living on this earth already was.
But you were lonely. You missed the times you had with Joel and Tess before everything happened. You missed the feeling of having a family, even if they werenât a great one at the end. They were the only two people you trusted, and not having that safety net was terrifying. But you made your choice and you stuck to it. On April 23rd, 2023, you left the Boston QZ and didnât look back, not even as Joel pleaded with you to stay. Not even as you saw tears start to fill Tessâs eyes for the first and last time. Not even as you snuck through the gate and slit the FEDRA agentâs throat who tried to stop you.
For a year, you wandered. Slowly, you traveled, going from Boston down to Pennsylvania, then you made your way through the Midwest. You didnât really have a destination, you just knew that you wanted to be as far away from Boston as you could get.
And on April 23rd, 2024, you found Jackson, Wyoming.
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