#cobb vanth smut

[thesolarangel]

have it your way

Din Djarin x Cobb Vanth ♡ 1.592 words ♡ Rated: explicit ♡ content warnings: anal sex, blowjob, praise kink, dirty talk, porn without plot ♡ Part 1 ♡ this is part 2 of 3 ♡ read here on AO3

summary: The beskar stays on during sex.

Two weeks later Cobb Vanth and his slutty little waist were still occupying Din’s mind around the clock. But nothing he did satiated the ache he felt for the Marshal… So he traveled back to Mos Pelgo, hoping he would find the nerve to meet Cobb again. Din didn’t have a plan, in fact, his mind was racing around how he could possibly ask him for a hook up…

♡♡♡♡♡

Din had just walked into the bar, as he heard a voice calling him.

“Mando!” Cobb greeted him with open arms, inviting him to sit over at his table in the corner.

Alright, keep it together, Din. You’ve literally fought the krayt dragon, how hard can this be!

Din went over to him, already sweating a little with nervousness. Approaching the table, he opted for the seat next to Cobb instead of the empty chair opposite of him. Cobb raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“What brings you here again so soon? Not that I’m not happy to see you, that is…”

Din tilted his helmet slightly and observed Cobb. The heat scanner in his helmet detected that Cobb was blushing, even though Din could barely make it out in the dim light of the bar. In this moment, he wished he didn’t have to wear the Mandalorian helmet. He could’ve shown Cobb what he wanted by just looking into his eyes.

His mind was racing, but before he could embarrass himself, Cobb spoke first.

“I’m gonna take a wild guess and you can absolutely tell me no, alright?”

Din nodded.

Then he felt a warm hand on his thigh under the table. Din looked around anxiously, but the bar was packed and nobody paid attention to them.

Did Cobb have some kind of mind reading power Din wasn’t aware of? Or was his body language that obvious?

“Is this what you want?” Cobb gave him a flirty smile.

The Marshal traced his fingers along Din’s inner thigh, over his trousers, where he could feel his warmth, not the cold beskar. The touch burned into the Mandalorian’s flesh. Din held back a groan. He got hard so quickly it was embarrassing.

Cobb leaned forward and murmured under his breath: “All you gotta do is ask, darlin’.”

His hand had gotten dangerously close to Din’s crotch…

Fuck it.

“Show me to your place,” Din blurted out.

“There you go, Mando.” Cobb let out a huffed laugh. “Can’t say you being all shy isn’t a huge turn on.” He added and stood up.

“Din… My name is Din Djarin.” He offered his full name as they left the bar and headed down the street in the pale moonlight.

“Din…” Cobb tasted the name on his tongue and glanced over at him, smiling.

“Let me take care of you, Din.”

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Din was huffing under the helmet, hands roaming all over Cobb’s body, trying to get his clothes off.

Cobb let out a hoarse laugh. “Easy there!”

He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a slender torso and a small happy trail. Din grazed a hand over his neck, then his chest, stopping for a second to tease his nipple, making Cobb gasp.

Oh, Maker, he is gorgeous…

The Mandalorian reached for Cobb’s hips. The large ratio between his broad shoulders and his narrow waist was obscene. All he could think about was to bend Cobb over and have his way with him. His cock twitched with interest at the thought.

Cobb’s cheeks were flushed and his pupils blown as he palmed Din’s hard on through his trousers. “How do you wanna do this, big guy?”

Din let out a deep groan that had been building in his chest. “Want to fuck you… please…” He grunted, groping Cobb’s ass, pulling him closer to his body. Their hips collided and Cobb whined when he felt the friction of their cocks rubbing together.

“Oh, thank the Maker for you, Din…” Cobb moaned, sending a silent prayer to the ceiling. “But first, I wanna see what you’re packing.”

The Marshal got on his knees, opened Din’s trousers and let out a soft groan.

“I knew you’d be big… All that shiny armor couldn’t distract me from this,” Cobb murmured as he mouthed at Din’s erection through his underwear. He grazed his lips over Din’s bulge and flattened his tongue against the wet spot that had formed at the top, making Din gasp with pleasure.

With one hand the Marshal grabbed the back of Din’s thigh for stability and with the other he got rid of his underwear.

Din groaned as skilled fingers wrapped around him and he looked down. Cobb caught his eye and held his gaze, licking one long wet stripe from his balls to the glistening tip of his cock.

“Dank farrik!” Din cursed and suddenly his hand was in Cobb’s hair, cradling his head and leaving his hair disheveled.

“Hmm, you may absolutely pull my hair, but don’t shove yourself down my throat, alright?”

“Okay…” Din murmured.

“Good boy, Din.” Cobb gave him a smirk before he went back to leaving wet licks and kisses on Din’s cock. “Such a good listener.”

Din almost regretted telling Cobb his real name, it sounded so hot coming from his lips and good boy…? The pet name made his skin shiver in a way that had been unknown to him until now, but nevertheless incredibly arousing.

His wet tongue played with the sensitive tip between bobbing his head and sucking him off and stroking his shaft… Din was getting close and he couldn’t believe this wasn’t just another dream.

“You taste so sweet, darlin’…” Cobb purred and opened his lips wider, slowly taking as much of Din’s length as he could into the heat of his mouth.

Din let out a surprised gasp and he gently tugged at Cobb’s hair to give him a sign.

“If you keep this up…” Din’s voice sounded wrecked, he didn’t recognize himself.

Cobb moved his head back, a string of saliva connecting his pink lips with Din’s cock. Din almost lost his mind at how Cobb gazed up at him from beneath his long lashes, dark eyes glistening with lust.

“Alright, alright,” Cobb chuckled and stood up again.

Din was about to take off his armor when Cobb's hand on his wrist stopped him.

“Leave it on…. it's hot,” Cobb smirked. He on the other hand took off all of his remaining clothes.

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Prepped and ready, Cobb got comfortable on the bed and presented himself to Din on his hands and knees.

Din quickly slid on a condom and positioned himself at Cobb’s entrance. He grabbed Cobb’s hips and gently pulled him backwards onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt.

He listened to the pleased hum coming from the Marshal as he watched his hard length disappear inside Cobb’s tight ass. It was a tight fit so he waited until Cobb had adjusted to his girth.

Cobb looked over his shoulder and smirked. “What are you waiting for, big boy?”

Din didn’t have to be told twice. He started out with slow, languid thrusts, but Cobb quickly protested.

“Ahh, Din, you can go faster, darlin’, please!” Cobb moaned as he gripped the bedsheets tighter, bracing himself.

“Hah, be careful what you wish for,” Din groaned and snapped his hips forward, setting up a feverish pace. Cobb was about to counter with a witty response, but all that came out of his mouth were wrecked noises as he was being pounded into the mattress by Din’s fat cock.

The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and Cobb’s loud moans filled the room. Din’s fingers bore into Cobb’s hips, most likely leaving bright red marks as he slammed inside him with deep thrusts.

Cobb’s elbows gave out and he fell to the bed, ass still in the air, back bent through and his neglected cock was dripping precum onto the sheets.

“That’s it, darlin’, right there!” Cobb cried out with lust.

“Ngk, so tight, dank farrik!” Din was sweating under his helmet and his heart pumped against his ribcage.

When Cobb began to stroke himself, Din knew he was close and after another few hard thrusts, he spilled his load onto the sheets with a trembling moan. Din wasn’t far behind, he fucked into him fiercely a few more times and came with a low grunt.

Din pulled out and Cobb let himself fall onto the bed, rolling over onto his back, chest heaving. After some rough cleaning up, Din laid down on his back next to him.

Cobb turned over to his side, looking at Din curiously. “You’re quite something, Din Djarin.” He was still out of breath, but he grinned at him hopefully. “Why don’t we take a few minutes to recover and then go for round two?”

“Not tonight, I have to head back soon.” Din chuckled.

“Leaving me here, wanting more,” Cobb sighed dramatically, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “But don’t make yourself too scarce, alright, darlin’?”

“After a night like this?” Din laughed. “I won’t, I promise.”

Cobb was still observing him. “And you really can’t take off the helmet, like ever? Because I’d really love to kiss ya right now…”

Din didn’t answer. The problem was that he wanted it, too. But the Creed…

Cobb’s face turned red. “Forget what I said, I know y–”

“I can make an exception,” Din’s voice trailed off. “For the right person…”

Cobb looked at him eagerly, but didn’t say anything so as not to pressure him.

“Maybe next time.”

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dividers by @cafekitsune

[ashyyslashy]

Deal: Cobb Vanth x Fem!Reader Pt. 4

Part Three

After an unexpected absence, the sexual and romantic tension between you and Vanth finally comes to a head.

warnings: language, sexual material: p in v sex, oral (f! receiving), improper use of a bacta pod

word count: 3,170

A sense of guilt settled in your stomach. As you eased your way through the passage leading to the Modifier’s workroom, you weren’t completely sure that Vanth would be waiting for you on the other side. It was the longest you’d gone without visiting him. You hated that your life had grown too chaotic for the person whom you most looked forward to seeing. This hecticness was evidenced by the fact that you were even still scantily clad in your work clothes- you’d nicked a client’s oversized coat and draped it over yourself to avoid the embarrassment. 

You could barely bring yourself to crawl, rather unceremoniously, onto the workroom floor.

“Vanth?” you called before you'd even had a chance to scan the room for him.

You immediately saw that the bacta pod was empty for the first time in weeks. Your eyes roved up the Marshal’s unfamiliarly upright body as he stood before it. He was slumped back, arms crossed tightly across his chest. He must have heard you coming in. Everything about his posture appeared deeply guarded. 

“Yeah?” he said gruffly. 

You charged towards him and enveloped him in a hug without thinking twice about it. His scent drifted into your nose: sharp and metallic, distinctly sterile. You caught a slight undertone of a generic aftershave. He stiffened, his arms unfurling to half-heartedly wrap around you. His touch sent chills across your body. 

You pulled back, beaming.

“You’re. . . Wow.”

“Yeah,” he repeated. 

Your smile quickly dropped. It was clear that ignoring the elephant in the room wasn't an option.

“Fuck- Vanth, I know. I’m sorry.”

“How was I supposed to know you were even going to come back?”

His voice was raw with emotion you'd never seen from him before. 

“I know. You didn't,” you acquiesced, your voice breaking.

He shook his head in disbelief. “This last week was the hardest one yet, Eve. And I thought I'd have you to get me through it.” 

“Vanth, I wanted to be there. Please. I can’t be sorry enough.”

“I think I deserve an explanation, then, at the very least,” he replied, his voice wavering. 

You stepped forward, grabbing his hands in yours. He stared down at you apprehensively. 

“Yes. You do.” You let out a sigh. “I had a really big job, with an infamously high-maintenance client. A sort of week-long entertainment venture. It’s an opportunity that I was never going to get again. Best pay I’ve ever been offered the whole time I’ve been in this line of work.” 

You paused, but he remained still. 

“Now that I say it, all of that doesn’t even matter. I wish I hadn't taken it. I promise you. You are much, much more important to me than money. I’m sorry for being so selfish.” You forced the words out, tears welling in your eyes. 

His face softened slightly.

“There’s no way you could have told me this?”

You shook your head profusely.

“I promise you, I had no time. He’s very specific about the schedule and all that shit- you know I would have told you if I could have. Or. . . I hope you believe me when I say I would have.”

He breathed out a long sigh.

“You’re not selfish. You're not indebted to me, and this was a huge opportunity for you. I’m glad you took it. I overreacted.”

“No, no, you didn’t,” you protested. “I told you I’d keep showing up for you, and I didn't. You have a right to be really fucking mad at me.”

You dug your nails into his palms, afraid of letting him go.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I shouldn't have gotten so fixated on you coming to spend time with me. You have a life,” he answered brusquely. “I got in the way of it, because I needed… someone there so badly.”

“Stop,” you said, exasperated. “Stop trying to make it seem like I don’t give a shit about you. If I didn’t care about you, Vanth, I wouldn't have looked back. I would have just shrugged off that whole first night as a weird story.”

“Okay.”

He was silent for a moment, contemplating his next words.

“I just can't shake the idea that you pity me.”

You let out an involuntary groan of frustration, dropping his hands and taking a step back. 

“Pity you? Maker- Why would I have been making eyes at you for weeks if I pitied you? I like you, Vanth.” 

“I’ve never been insecure, never doubted when women said that,” he replied, his voice uncharacteristically soft and unstable. “But I’m having a really hard time imagining what you could have seen in me these past few weeks.”

“You think I’m that shallow?”

“No- I don’t know!” His voice was defeated. “I just feel like I lost a part of my dignity along with everything else.”

The pain etched on his face caused your anger to quickly evaporate. Without a second thought, you moved towards him in a few rapid strides and took his face in your hands. 

“I didn’t know you before, Vanth, but I don’t think you lost a damn thing about yourself.”

He tilted his face closer to you, nestling his nose against yours. You closed your eyes, and you felt his lips tentatively brush against your forehead. They traveled down the side of your face, before sealing your mouth in a feather-light kiss.

“Come on. You can do better than that,” you murmured against his mouth. 

He laughed quietly, shaking his head. But his lips pressed against yours, with force this time. His tongue teased its way in, and you were grasping his hair for support as you kissed him with a wild fervor. He held your waist in an iron grip.

The kiss was sloppy, warm, an exploration in unfamiliar territory. You sensed his hands hovering downward, his gentlemanly instincts preventing him from going any further. You took it upon yourself to rid him of any pretenses, grabbing his hands and moving them to cup your ass. He started slightly in surprise, before eagerly clutching the flesh. 

Soon, you had him backed up against the bacta pod. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he grunted in pain.

“Fuck. I forgot.”

“Nah, you’re okay, doll. I’m just still getting used to it.” 

He hoisted you up higher, trailing kisses down your jawline to your neck. Your hands moved down to his chest, pawing at the fabric covering his sturdy body in an attempt to prompt him to take it off. It clung to the outline of abs. 

“I don’t have anything on underneath,” he murmured, clasping your hand.

“That’s why I want it off,” you whispered.

He seemed suddenly shy, almost ashamed. 

“Here, I’ll go first. Is that alright?” You coaxed. “We don't have to go that far if you don't want to.”

“No, no, I want to. I want to see you,” he breathed.

His eyes traveled hungrily down your body, still cocooned in the coat.

You realized how strangely shy you were around him too. You hadn’t had a meaningful relationship outside of sex in years. The uncomfortably familiar fear crept into your mind: that he was just using you. You weren’t worth anything beyond your body.

“Is everything okay?” he asked softly. You brought yourself to stare directly in his eyes, fogged over by desire; yet his gaze held a distinct adoration. It was a stark contrast to the hungry, lustful expressions that adorned the faces of the men you encountered in your career. 

You slowly breathed out, trying to let the stresses melt away. 

“Yeah, don't worry. I know, the escort being nervous, it's ironic.”

He grabbed your hand and squeezed it tight.

“It's not. Take your time, beautiful.”

Basking in the burst of confidence his words gave you, you rather unceremoniously shrugged off the coat that was swallowing your body.

You immediately felt painfully bare in the glittery, see-through, tasseled number that you'd been squeezed into for several hours. 

His eyes roved up and down your body in an awed appreciation. 

“It’s bad, I know,” you said quickly, breaking the silence.

“Bad? Fuck no. You look amazing,” he replied in a thick, husky voice. 

He approached you, moving closer until he was nearly pressed against you and you could feel his body heat rolling off him in waves. 

“Can I take it off?” he whispered.

You just nodded, feeling intoxicated by his presence as he towered over you.

His hands raked over your body, caressing every curve. Lifting up the bottom, he  exposed the thong that provided little coverage. He moved the string of fabric aside, his finger gently tracing your wetness. 

“How do you get this fuckin’ thing off?” he asked, his hands searching.

“There’s a zipper on the back,” you offered, too far gone to find humor in the situation. You just wanted his hands back on you- immediately.

You felt goosebumps forming across your skin, your hair standing on end as his fingers wandered to the back of your dress, pulling it open at what seemed a painfully slow speed. 

“You’re being too much of a gentleman,” you murmured, the dress dropping to your feet.

He let out a musical laugh, moving to press himself against you. 

“Sure about that?” he breathed into your ear, his fingers hooking around your underwear. He tugged at it teasingly, until he pulled too hard and it snapped in his hands. He looked down in surprise.

“Uh, yeah, the material’s pretty cheap.”

“Or I’m really, really strong.”

“Mhm,” you rebutted. The wind was abruptly knocked out of you as he endeavored to prove his point- you were shoved up against the cold wall, boxed in by his arms.

Just as you were reveling in his display of dominance, he loosened his grip, suddenly descending to his knees. Your heart instantly felt like it was threatening to burst out of your chest. 

He looked up at you, and your stomach tightened as his eyes bore into yours. Him on his knees for you was such a beautiful sight to behold. His lips were swollen and pink from your affections, his hair thoroughly mussed up. 

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice soft and understanding. “I just assumed it’d been awhile since someone put you first.”

Fuck. Me.

You nodded.

“Come on, I need you to use your words, darlin’.”

You sighed in a combination of arousal and annoyance. “Yes, Vanth.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, trailing kisses up your leg. His mouth whispered against your clit, steady and cautious. He continued to move his lips at a glacial place, appearing to be carefully savoring your taste, but causing you to grow impatient.

“Vanth,” you whined. “Do something, please.”

He drew back, looking up at you with a dazed expression. 

“I’m sorry, darlin’. I just wanna… savor you,” he said softly. You barely had any time to process what he’d said before his lips were back on you and you were overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure. 

“F-Fuck.. Stay right there, please,” you pleaded, squeezing your eyes shut. He expertly worked his tongue through your folds, sending your nerve endings into a frenzy. You unconsciously pawed at his hair, grabbing a handful of it in your fists and pulling him closer to you. You were utterly lost in the sensation he was giving you, your thighs trapping him against you.

“Vanth, I’m gonna-” you moaned out, hardly giving him enough warning before you achieved your high.

He slowly detached himself from your hold, his face slick with the remnants of your arousal as he licked his lips like a hungry predator. 

“I’m sorry,” you panted.

“Huh? What for, doll?”

“For having you in such a vice grip.”

He laughed, shaking his head.  “It was hot, believe me.”

“Come on, get up,” you demanded, grabbing at the fabric covering him. “I don’t know why this is still on.”

“You’re wasting no time,” he mused as he fumbled to free himself from the oppressive item of clothing in question. 

“Of course not.” You descended upon him like a wolf to its prey, your hands running down his torso and stopping eagerly above his waist. His cock sprung free from his waistband, pre-cum leaking from its angry pink tip. You wrapped your hand around it, pumping it up and down.

“Wait, wait, stop,” he cut in after a few moments, desperation painting his expression. “I don’t want to cum just from that.”

You halted the motion, your hand still grasping his appendage. “You’re saying you would cum from just this?”

“Hey, lay off me. I haven’t. . . y’know. In a while.”

“So what you’re telling me is that you’re, like, really backed up?” You slowly moved your hand up and down his cock. 

He shot you an irritated look. “If that’s how you want to put it, yes.”

“And where do you wanna cum then, huh?”

“You on birth control?”

“What do you think, Marshal?” 

He smirked and leaned in to continue, but you put a hand up to stop him. “Uh-uh. I want you to use your words.”

“To say what?” he asked, confusion settling over his features.

“What you just said. Where you want to cum.”

“Oh, so you’re gonna make me spell it out, then, doll? Alright. I’ll bite.”

He stepped back slightly, staring into your eyes with a piercing gaze.

“I want to cum inside you. ”

You mock-scoffed, placing a hand on your heart. “Using me like a cheap whore.”

“I’m sure you’re a very expensive whore, darlin’.” He pressed a swift kiss to your lips before stepping out of his jumpsuit. 

He kicked it aside, standing before you with his naked body on full display. Something about the way he seemed to avoid your gaze and shuffle uncomfortably indicated that he viewed his changed form as a source of shame. 

“You’re perfect,” you breathed. Your eyes surveyed his body, the gaping parts of him that had to be filled in with metal. Pieces of himself he’d never get back. But in front of you, utterly vulnerable, he’d never looked more handsome and completely whole. He was a masterpiece, the product of a clumsy God who’d managed to restore his broken creation to its original greatness. 

“I’m an old man, Eve,” he retorted, breaking your reverie. 

“Oh, shut up. You know I’m only several years younger.” 

“But far more striking than I am,” he said in a low voice, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Come on, let’s go over here. I don’t want to talk anymore, doll.”

He took your hand in his, and as you trailed behind him, you were unwittingly mesmerized by his figure. He stopped in front of the bacta pod, turning as if he could feel your eyes burning into him.

“Well?” He gestured to it.

“You want me to get in?” you asked, surprise and uncertainty creeping into your voice.

“It’s not like we exactly have a bed to work with, do we?” 

He sensed your trepidation as you hesitated to reply, stepping towards you and rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

“It’s not that bad. I would know, trust me.”

“I’m just worried we’ll- I don’t know, break it or something.”

He laughed. “Oh, please. This thing is made to withstand anything. Even fucking, I’d wager.”

“Don’t be so crass,” you teased, flicking him.

He tilted his head. “Didn’t I say I didn’t want to talk anymore?” he repeated, gesturing towards the pod again. 

“Alright, dick,” you muttered, cautiously clambering in. You winced at the sensation of its cold bottom against your bare skin.

“Lay down on your back please, darlin’.” He stood over the pod, his erection staunchly evident. You did as he said wordlessly.

He climbed on top of you, bracing himself on either side of the pod. 

“You ready?” He asked.

You nodded with a murmur of affirmation.

“Nah, darlin’. I thought we used our words here, remember?”

Ugh. Fuck him for turning what you said earlier back on you.

“I’m ready.”

He was motionless, cocking an eyebrow. “For what?”

“For you to fuck me, Marshal.” You placed an irritated emphasis on his title.

“Good girl,” he said softly. You felt heat rising to your face and your heart thumping against your chest as he drew closer to you.

As he lined himself up with your entrance, his eyes bored into yours. He was staring at you so intently, as if you were the only thing in his vision. 

He gently pushed himself inside you, his thrusts agonizingly slow at first as he adjusted to you. You let out a soft moan, relishing the feeling of him filling you up. You wanted more. 

He seemed deeply unsure of himself, but you could see the thinly veiled desire in his expression. 

“Come on, Vanth. Give me all of you. Please,” you encouraged.

Your words were all he needed to finally let go. Your warmth, your body, pressed up to him allowed him to forget the months of pent-up loneliness and self-doubt, if only for now. You pulled yourself closer, wrapping your arms around his neck as you felt his thrusts grow faster and sloppy. You wanted to melt into his strong hold, close any space that kept you apart.

“Mmm- I know, this is embarrassing, but uh-,” he started, his breathing heavy. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, then, Marshal.”

He grasped at you, trying to brace himself on some part of your flesh. You steadied his hand, placing it o n your throat. He squeezed it with abrupt pressure in a passionate fervor, eyes blazing like a wild beast as he left you gasping for air. 

“Fuck- sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt you.” 

“It’s alright,” you breathed, secretly reveling in his complete loss of inhibitions. 

Loosening his grip on your windpipe, he began thrusting harder, faster. You could feel him reaching his climax by the way the hand around your throat went limp, his cock twitching inside you. 

His cum painting your insides, he pulled out of you with a throaty grunt. You whined at the loss of contact, grabbing for him. Your hands touched the smooth metal of his replicated flesh, and he winced away.

“What?” you asked, your stomach dropping. 

“Sorry. It’s not you, darlin’. It’s just still so. . strange. I’ll get used to it.” He placed your hand back on his shoulder. 

He leaned in, planting a kiss on your forehead and then your lips.

“Thank you. That was amazing,” he murmured. Lowering his voice even further, he added, “I think I might be in love with you.”

“I’ve heard that an unfortunate amount of times. Usually right at this exact moment.”

“Is it still unfortunate if I mean it?”

“No. I might love you too. The jury’s still out, though. I need the defendant to buy me a drink first, then I can decide.”

He chuckled. “Sounds like bribery, but deal. Let’s get you cleaned up, doll.”

[pretendfan]

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Unforgiving Heat

Cobb Vanth x F!Reader x Din Djarin

Word count: 4.2k

Summary: As one of the Marshal’s most trusted deputies, you’ve joined him and the Mandalorian for routine patrols around the perimeter of Mos Pelgo. One night in your tent, your deep sleep painted risqué dreams in your head of Din and Cobb. As profanities and delicate sounds escape you, both men become aware of how you really feel about them.

Warnings: SMUT, mmf threesome, praise kink, dirty talk, pretty filthy ngl

A/N: why do I keep writing threesomes?

Gif cred: marshalvanths

The faint roar of the bonfire crackled in your ears. Mando took a seat next to you, letting out a loud sigh of relief and exhaustion. The three of you were sent in opposite directions to patrol the perimeter of the town. You were miles from Mos Pelgo, but with a reported increase in spice running activity, security was now of the utmost importance to the Marshal. You would never refuse, as it was part of your duties as a deputy to assist.

“It’s getting late” You said, stating the obvious for the sake of conversation.

“It is.” Din agreed, looking around, studying the horizon.

You yawned, feeling the effects of the day catch up to you, “It’s also about time for me to take my break”

“Go and rest. Cobb will be back from his rounds soon. We got it covered out here”

Tatooine’s unforgiving suns had drained every ounce of energy you had, and then some. You practically fell into your tent that was set up right out into the open of the bare desert, your head immediately finding the softness of the rolled up clothing you’d left in there. The camp that the three of you had set up was adequate, providing just as much comfort as one could expect on this planet.

The tent had plenty of room, and there was a giant blanket staked down outside, to prevent sand from getting everywhere. One would normally feel unsafe in this dangerous environment, but with a heavily armored man and a Marshall with no patience for disruptions guarding the outside, safety was not a concern for you.

You had many more days of isolated patrol to complete. You had good company, of course, but given little to no protection from the heat was beginning to take a toll on your body. Being one of Marshal’s best deputies, he was eager to assign you to the task.

Cobb was so strikingly handsome, and aside from you loving your job as a deputy, you also loved the view that came along with it. This Mandalorian he’d brought around recently for the extra protection was also attractive but in such an ominous way. He stared at you a lot…or at least you think he did. You couldn’t really tell. But you certainly noticed the way they looked at each other, and there was no denying that tension.

Frequently, your mind would wander to the idea of letting them have their way with you, but you'd never have the guts to act on it. They just shared such a chemistry with one another, you believed they'd know how to treat a woman in bed.

Cobb peeked inside the tent suddenly, finally back from his patrol.

“You out for the night?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m exhausted” you whispered.

“Get some rest, y/n” Cobb smiled before ducking back out to join Din around the fire.

You flashed him a sleepy smile and allowed your eyelids to flutter shut with the peaceful feeling of safety blanketing you into a deep sleep.

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Both men then came to you in a slow developing, foggy dream. They stared at you hungrily, admiring you beneath them. You looked down to see them both absolutely ravishing you. Din and Cobb pounded into you roughly, using your body as they wished, praising you generously as you took them wonderfully.

Unfortunately, the moans you muttered refused to remain within your dream. Soft sounds escaped your sleeping lips, and your body shifted uncomfortably.

In your entranced state, you didn't know that Cobb had entered the tent, deciding to take his break shortly after you. Din was perfectly capable of handling patrol for now. He laid down next to you and tried to get some shut eye, but he couldn’t help how mesmerizing the curve of your body looked as you slept on your side, facing away from him. He looked away, knowing his imagination could help him fill in the rest.

"Fuck" you whimpered softly. His attention immediately snapped back to you.

"You say something, y/n?" He looked over at you, uncertain of what he'd just heard.

Unresponsive, you moaned again, louder this time as you reacted to your sweet dream. Cobb's eyes grew wide, and his chest rose and fell slowly in an attempt to prevent getting worked up at the sound of you. Your expressions continued, and Cobb was frozen still. He couldn't help but stare at you and absorb every pretty little noise you made. He swallowed hard as he felt a firm growth pressing against his pants.

"Alright, now, you're gonna have to stop all that" He whispered in frustration, shifting in his seated position next to you. He wished so desperately to fuck you, and had wanted to for a long time. He restrained himself around you on a day to day basis. Often he found himself having to bite his tongue when he wanted to compliment or flirt with you.

He was startled when footsteps approached the tent, even though he had no reason to be, it wasn’t as if he’d done something wrong.

"Everything okay in here?" Din questioned, believing he’d heard something strange.

Cobb looked up at him, brows pressed together to show both his concern and his piqued interest, before pointing over at your sleeping body.

"Listen" Cobb said.

Right on command, you moaned again, and your whole body arched as you turned over to face them.

"Kriff" Din mumbled, "Why is she doing that?"

"I don't know, but I do like the sound of it" Cobb smirked before motioning for Din to come sit next to him. Din was hesitant and briefly checked the close perimeter to ensure there were no apparent threats. He sat next to Cobb while they guiltlessly continued to listen to you.

"Just like that, Cobb. Don't stop." you sleepily whispered. The words weren’t entirely clear, but there’s no mistaking his name on your lips. Cobb almost choked on his drink of water.

"Did she just moan my name?" He said in disbelief, “Fuck me”

"Yes, Din. Feels so good" You whimpered softly. Din sucked in a sharp breath, unsure how to respond. His body told him what he already knew: he wanted you, bad. But he was never too great about expressing his desires. He and Cobb looked at each other for a moment, both of them aware of how arousing this was, along with other ideas they seemed to communicate without words.

"Should we wake her up?" Din asked and cleared his throat. Cobb noticed the slight shift of his hips. Din felt bad for enjoying this and deep down he didn't really want to wake you up. Hearing his name on your lips was entrancing, and he feared this was the only time he’d ever get to hear it.

"You're more than welcome to, partner" Cobb chuckled.

A gloved hand brushed your arm gently. Erotic visions suddenly dissolved in your mind as your conscious floated back to reality. The vividness of your dream left you disoriented as you opened your eyes. You sat up quickly, and gasped when you saw both men you'd just dreamed of sitting in the tent with you.

"H-hey guys" You groaned, "what's going on?"

"Thought you might be uh…having a bad dream" Din said, leaning back into a seated position.

Your heart plummeted. What had they heard? What could you have done to give them the impression that you were dreaming at all?

"Oh...I...um, sorry about that" You swallowed hard.

"Must've been a pretty interesting dream" Cobb giggled softly, sipping his water from his cup. He was less interested than Din was in being subtle.

"What? What did I do?" Your cheeks grew a rosy red.

You noticed a bulge in both their pants and gasped. You covered your face is sheer embarrassment.

“Did I…say something when I was sleeping?”

“Yeah I’d say so” Cobb said, looking to Din for confirmation.

“You were moaning our names” Din said, spitting it out like if he didn’t say it right now, he wasn’t going to say it at all.

“Oh my gods” you shrunk deeper into yourself. You knew the dream was vivid and amazing but you’d never imagine actually making noises.

"You can't help it, sweetheart" Cobb smirked, eyeing you intensely. This was a look he'd never given you before, but you loved it.

"I am so sorry" You said, refusing to make eye contact with them.

"Don't apologize. Like he said, you couldn't help it. It was just a dream" Din tried to make you feel less mortified before he attempted to cover his still present erection.

"Could be a reality" Cobb said barely above a whisper, but you heard it clearly. He didn’t care if you heard it, in fact, he hoped that you would. Someone had to say it.

Your mind explored the possibility. You were out here in the middle of Nowhere, Tatooine. No one would find you, and no one would have to know except for the three of you. The tense discomfort that you all shared in this small space could use some relief.

You lifted your gaze to them again, and realized that they hadn’t stopped staring at you. As you adjusted yourself, you could feel the wetness that had already pooled between your legs from your adventurous mind. The seam of your pants brushed against your sensitivity, and you bit your lip to suppress another moan.

“You alright there, darlin?” Cobb purred, his voice carrying a lingering hunger for you, a tone you were unfamiliar with. He leaned back against the support beam and began palming himself. You refused to look away, and Din quickly caught sight of it as well.

“I'm fine” you said as your breath quickened and your heart raced.

“We can give you space if you want” Din offered, like the gentleman he is.

“Please” You whispered. You weren’t uncomfortable in the sense that you felt unsafe, but you were so embarrassed you couldn’t even look at them now.

They exited the tent swiftly, Cobb flashing a mischievous smile the entire time. As the flap closed behind them, you laid back and let out a strangled breath. You were processing a million thoughts at one time, and most of those thoughts were about being railed by the two of them. You were incredibly horny now, and the throbbing ache that made itself known between your legs wasn’t going to go away on its own.

You considered your options. You knew they were both seated outside, not being able to think about anything besides what they’d just heard. You knew that they probably wanted you too, or they would’ve reacted a different way.

The urge to apply pressure to your clit and provide stimulation to your desires was overwhelming, but you knew that they could provide an even better relief for you.

As you let yourself calm down for a few minutes, you decided you were going to go out there and be honest and see where that got you.

“Why not?” You whispered to yourself as you slowly pulled the flap open.

You froze in place when your eyes met them sitting together on the rock bench. You gasped as you watched Cobb’s hand stroking Din’s stiffened cock, released from the restriction of his pants. He lowered himself to wrap his lips around his length but stopped when he noticed you were watching.

“Sorry, sweetheart, you got us going and we couldn’t stop” He purred, releasing his grip from Din’s length. Din kept the rhythm going, pleasuring himself while Cobb stood to his feet and walked over to you.

“You wanna join us, baby?” He groaned, cupping your face with his palms, pulling you into him gently. You melted against his body as you nodded to confirm.

Cobb smirked and pressed his lips against yours, hungry for the taste of you. He devoured you with his mouth, and you whimpered against him, needing more of him with just the simple sensation of his kiss. Din's moans became amplified through his helmet. Cobb never broke the connection of your kiss, but led you toward where Din sat.

You bit your lip as you watched the arousing sight of Din stroking his thick length. No one said a word, but you assumed what you should do next. You lowered your knees to the blanketed ground, and leveled your face with his throbbing tip. Although you could not actually see his eyes, you shot daggers into his line of sight, communicating to him silently.

"Show us how good you are sucking cock, sweetheart" You heard from behind you with the sound of Cobb's zipper being undone. He returned to his seat next to Din, so he could get an even better view as you wrapped your lips around the Mandalorian's aching length.

"Kriff" Din cursed, his breath halting suddenly while he adjusted to the overwhelming feeling of your warm mouth.

"Good girl" Cobb praised, pleasuring himself now.

"Just like that, y/n, fuck...that's it" Din moaned so softly through his words. You could tell he could be so much louder, but being expressive was too unfamiliar to him.

That ever present heated ache throbbed even harder now. Your fingers mindlessly rubbed against the fabric of your pants, wanting any relief you could find.

"She can't even wait, she’s already touching herself” Cobb teased you before coming up behind you on his knees and pulling down your pants over your ass. With your assistance of lifting your knees off the ground, he removed the restrictive fabric with your panties. You whimpered around the cock filling your mouth as you bobbed your head.

Impatiently, you awaited Cobb’s next move. His fingers trailed delicately up the back of your thigh and he produced such an animalistic growl of pleasure as he admired your dripping folds, glistening under the setting suns and on display for him. He pressed a finger into you slowly, appreciating every inch that he buried within your heat.

Pulling your mouth away, you threw your head back and cried out in pure satisfaction of finally being touched. There was a static connection of your skin being grazed by him. A touch you'd longed for many nights since you'd met him.

"Oh, fuck me darlin', you sound so pretty" Cobb praised you yet again before pumping his curled digit into you. His thumb grazed your clit slightly, teasing you. He applied pressure, rubbing rhythmically against your most sensitive bud.

"How does she taste?" Din desperately wanted to know considering he wouldn't be able to taste you himself.

Before you could take another breath, Cobb buried his face into your pussy, and licked away at your clit. You whimpered, sending vibrations around Din.

"Oh my gods" You panted.

"Sweet as candy" Cobb smirked against your skin.

The way his tongue curled, painting circles on your clit sent you in a frenzy. You struggled to remain still, making his job a lot harder, but he didn’t mind. He loved how you writhed against his tongue.

Din pulled you by the back of your head and his cock fell free from your lips.

"Won't last much longer in that pretty mouth, sweet girl" He purred, cupping your face like a delicate flower. You looked up at him, mouth agape with pure ecstasy. You were close to that delicious high you so desperately desired.

"I think she's close" Din spoke up, not letting go of your face or the gaze he held in your eyes, "look at me when you cum, y/n" he demanded.

At that moment, the vibrations and motions all became too much, causing a tightened coil to unravel from your precious bundle of nerves. You shut your eyes tight as the euphoric wave lifted you to a new high.

"No. Eyes open, baby, look at me" Din insisted. You watched the reflection of your face in the shine of his helmet, and wished in that moment that you knew what his face looked like. You bet he was beautiful.

Your climax gradually subsided, leaving your head feeling like a feather.

Cobb breathed in deep as he pulled away from your wetness and wiped his face, leaving a satisfied smirk behind. A sharp sting graced your ass in the form of praise. Suddenly, a sloppy, eager kiss blessed your lips, giving you a taste of your own arousal.

"See how good you taste?" He started, looking over at Din who was now left unattended. "Wanna watch you ride him, baby girl"

The emptiness inside you needed to be filled, your walls clenched around the hollowness. You eagerly stood to your feet before straddling Din's lap.

“Is this okay?” You asked, unsure how he felt in this moment. His silence told you nothing.

His gloved hands gripped the hem of your top, pulling the fabric eagerly over your head. Chills peppered your skin with the approving sounds that he expressed when he saw your bare breasts in his face. His arm supported your back. That's one way to answer your question.

Din’s thumbs brushed gently over your stiffened nipples, “So beautiful”. You found it to be only a little unfair that you were completely naked, and all they had revealed was their substantial erections. You couldn't complain though.

“Fuck, just when I thought you couldn’t get any prettier” Cobb said softly. He sat next to Din now, his cock pulled from his pants. He stroked it slowly, absorbing every drop of you, admiring how perfect your tits sat on your chest, anticipating seeing Din’s cock stretch you open.

You hovered above him then slowly lowered your hips. You winced in pleasure as his tip pressed against your wetness, stretching as you sat on it.

Your walls tightened around him, fitting his length like you were made for him. It had been so long since he’d been intimate with someone, he almost forgot the feeling. “Shit, Cyar’ika” Din whispered.

“Oh my gods, you feel so good inside me, Din” You whimpered breathlessly, deliciously overwhelmed with the feeling of being filled by such a gorgeous man. He was pleased to hear you moan his name again, this time, for real. His hands gripped your waist, offering a little assistance as you bounced on him. Every time you slid up, your juices coated him more. Your surroundings became a mess of pleasurable sounds.

He was more comfortable now, his groans were unapologetic and raw, “You like that, sweet girl? You like using my cock?”

Din looked over at Cobb, who was still enjoying the view of both of you. Din pulled a hand from your waist and wrapped it around Cobb’s erection. He looked at the marshal, awaiting his reaction. Cobb threw his head back and smiled in satisfaction. As you rode Din harder now, all three of you were in ecstasy.

Din looked down at the connection of your bodies, as you curled your hips with every motion you made against him. Your pace has quickened, responding to his body’s signals and the noises he made, “You don’t know what you’re missing, Vanth. She feels like a dream”

“You’re making me jealous now, partner, but I’m enjoying your hand just fine” he smirked, mouth agape as Din pumped him faster.

Beads of sweat formed on your chest and your legs began to tremble from the exertion you were feeling. Din noticed and stood to his feet while holding onto you, releasing his grip on Cobb. He laid you down gently on the blanketed ground and slowly removed himself from you.

“I want to watch you fuck her” Din insisted rather firmly.

You nearly choked. He was fully out of his shell now, demanding what he damn desired. Your back was pressed against the ground, and you’d never been so thankful that you were not laying directly in the sand. The bonfire glowed across the length of your body, providing warmth as the suns disappeared from your view. The light it provided reflected on the Mandalorian next to you

Cobb raised his eyebrows, “Yes, sir” he lightheartedly teased.

Cobb stood, towering over you, “lay back, y/n” he insisted, and you didn’t dare waste a second. You ached for him.

“Pl…please give it to me” you begged, trying to catch your breath. Patience was not your strongest quality, especially not in this state of frenzy you found yourself in.

“So needy, sweetheart” He tisked, pressing his tip to your clit and rubbing softly.

Din returned to his seat on the stone next to you, already admiring his front row seat to watch you get fucked senseless.

Cobb slammed into you, burying his length completely in your slickness, and nearly choked on his own pleasure as he felt just how amazing it was to be inside you. He’d thought about it before, drove himself crazy fantasizing about it, and now he was feeling it for real.

You whined, adjusting to the sudden feeling. He stayed still for a moment before slowly beginning to trust.

“Kriff, Mando, you weren’t kidding”

“She takes you so well”

“Yeah, she does” a guttural groan crawled from his throat “Don’t you, baby? You take my cock like such a good girl”

Your cheeks heated hearing such foul praises. They knew exactly what to say to you. He fucked you like he missed you. Like he was making up for lost time. Din was stroking himself again, using your wetness to glide his hand motions.

You wondered if you were dreaming again. This was absolutely the hottest thing that had ever happened to you and it felt too good to be true. And it was all initiated by a dream that fortunately betrayed you.

“Din, come here” you pleaded, wanting to give him the attention he deserved. He lowered down to his knees next to your face. His cock remained as the only portion of his skin that was visible. The armor that he wore made him so broad, so masculine. You’d never have to see his face to know he was sexy.

“Lift her up, I want her to see” Cobb instructed. Din wrapped an arm around your back and placed the back of your head on his thigh.

“You see that, sweetheart? See how pretty you look with my cock inside you?” Cobb groaned, leaning over you to squeeze your breast firmly before playing with your nipples. His thrusts were rhythmic, keeping a pace that rocked sweetly against the most sensitive spots inside you. You watched him continuously disappear inside you and whined at the mere sight.

“Oh maker, it feels so good” Your expressions of pleasure grew louder, and you cared little about what creature or being might hear you out here. Cobb had other concerns.

“Keep her mouth occupied. Ain’t no telling what creatures are out here at night” Cobb instructed, “not that I don’t love hearing those pretty little sounds, baby” he reassured you with a smile.

Din obeyed, pressing his length to your open mouth. It slid past your lips, resting perfectly on your tongue. He sucked in a sharp breath, suppressing his own moans. He knew that you had limited mobility at this angle so he took matters into his own hands.

While you now supported yourself on your elbows, Din rested on his knees, fucking your face, using you like you were a slut…his slut.

Having both ends of your body filled by such breathtaking men was unimaginably overwhelming. You thought you wouldn’t be able to handle another second of it when Din reached down and began rubbing your clit, making you writhe even more. His fingers brushed against Cobb with every curl of his hips.

You whimpered so desperately around his length, chasing your second high.

“That’s it, cyar’ika, fuck” Din relished in the feeling of your mouth.

“You're close, darlin, I can feel you” Cobb said, knowing to keep his same rhythm or you’d lose your orgasm.

It snuck up suddenly, not giving your body the normal signals of an approaching climax, and it burst open, washing over your body, sending vibrations over your skin.

You freed your mouth, the pressure exploding within you became unbearable and miraculous all at the same time. “Fuck, I’m cumming, please don’t stop” you begged of them. Neither of them dared to stop. Not now. You ground your hips against Din’s touch and Cobb’s thrusting.

“Good girl, yeah, cum for us” Din talked you through your euphoric pleasure, his voice like silk against your ears.

"Stars, it's too much. I can't take it" You cried as your orgasm relentlessly ravished you. Your body was overstimulated in the best possible way.

"You can take it, sweetheart" Cobb encouraged you, still fucking you through your tingling high.

You panted as you came down slowly, both men now dangerously close to their own releases. Your lips wrapped around Din's cock again, you felt how they both twitched inside you.

"Where do you want us t-" Cobb started.

"Inside me, please" You begged, earning a sadistic smirk from Cobb. Your words alone pushed them over the edge. Their releases came together, coating both your throat and your pussy. The air filled with their most raw sounds of pleasure imaginable. Profanities flew freely, allowing them the best way to express how it felt to cum inside you.

You swallowed everything Din had given you, licking your lips after he removed himself just to savor every single drop. They were gentle with you, careful to provide you comfort after what your body had endured.

Before you could even register what was happening, Din had lifted you swiftly and walked you to the tent. He placed you down like you were the galaxy's most delicate flower. Your eyelids fluttered, your body begged for rest.

Before the world finally went dark, you felt two firm, warm bodies press against either side of you, holding you safe from the planet outside.

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

In a Perfect World, You Love Me [i]

din djarin x female!reader

warnings: injury, mentions of blood, cursing, derogatory name calling, forced drug exposure, hallucinations, light smut, angst, and some angst, and a little more angst just to top it off (actually this isn’t nearly as heartbreaking as some stuff i’ve written before lol), self doubt, anxiety, also cobb vanth is here. it’s not a warning but i love him so i wanted to mention it.🤷🏻‍♀️

word count: 6,961

Summary: On the way to visit an old friend, you and Mando find trouble. Both of you are subjected to a drug that puts you in your perfect world. But, when you can’t tell what’s real and what isn’t, how do you know what to trust?

a/n: bitches be planning out short drabbles about heart break only for it to turn into a long wordy mess. it’s me. i’m bitches. anybody know the show supernatural? it’s a show about like dramatic ass sad brothers who travel the country fighting monsters? (i know you know i’m being sarcastic). i watched that one episode where the djinn puts dean in like a dream world and it inspired this. i wanted to name it ‘din djarin’s djinn dream’ but that seemed a bit too on the nose.

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“sometimes it is not love that breaks your heart. it is disappointment.”

-r.m. drake

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Grogu was safe. That was the first thought that came to mind. You were so incredibly grateful that Mando had decided to leave the small child with Peli at the shop. It had been a last minute call. Weirdly, you were also thankful that you hadn’t stayed behind. You nearly did. Traveling through the Dune Sea was an absolutely miserable experience between the heat and the sand. It would have been so much more comfortable to just sit in the shop, cuddle with Grogu, and watch Peli con her customers.

However, when Mando mentioned he was going to Mos Pelgo you jumped at the chance to visit Cobb Vanth. It had been ages since you last saw the man, and you were eager to catch up with the marshal. So you climbed onto Mando’s rented land speeder, wrapped your arms around his beskar armor, and the two of you set off. What was supposed to be a simple day trip to greet an old friend and ask for a favor turned into a Maker forsaken nightmare.

Your face was throbbing in pain, you tasted blood in your mouth, and you were fairly certain your right wrist was broken based on the swelling and discoloration. Despite all of that, despite the pain and fear, the thought occurred to you once more. You were so thankful you were here. 

“How pathetic.” The smuggler cackled amongst his small crew. “You’re going to protect the Mandalorian from us? You dumb bitch.”

Five dangerous men stood at the rim of the pit you were trapped in while Mando laid motionless behind you. There was a bit of blood pooling from out of the bottom of his helmet, onto the sand, and the only comfort you had that Mando was still with you was the slow rise and fall of his chest. 

The smugglers had set a trap that Mando and you had fallen right into. As your land speeder tripped a wire it caused a blast that had both of you falling into a pit. The damned thing was deep enough to leave both of you injured and you prayed that your injuries were worse than Mando’s and he was just out cold for a moment. Your attackers began to argue amongst one another and you stayed on high alert. Mando and you were fish in a barrel. They could rain blaster fire down on you and there would be nothing you could do about it. The only reason you hadn’t grabbed Mando’s blaster to fire up is because you didn’t want to trigger a massacre.

“Shoot her dead then climb down and collect the beskar. Easy.” One smuggler scoffed and pulled out his blaster. You flinched but the loudest of the men, the leader, shoved the blaster’s aim away from you. “What?”

“The moment we try and get off world we’re gonna get stopped by those damned pirates again.” He snapped. “We keep the girl alive and hand her over as the tax we pay to pass free. We keep all the Mandalorian’s armor to ourselves.”

“Who’d want a bitch over beskar?”

“Oh, trust me.” The lead smuggler chuckled and the sound made you cringe. You set your hand in Mando’s gloved one and wished more than anything his grip would tighten around you rather than stay limp. “I know the man running the show right now, and he’s got a weakness for pretty little things.”

You tried to hide the tremble that shook your frame and you whispered for Mando to wake up⏤ for him to hear you. The lead smuggler opened his bag and you grasped Mando’s blaster. As threateningly as you could manage, you barked out. “You come down here and I’ll kill you. You hear me?!”

“Aw, she’s got some bite. Maybe we should keep her instead.”

“Shut the hell up.” The lead snapped and continued to root through his bag. “Where the kriff is that damned spice bomb?” Your eyebrows furrowed. Spice was bad news. It wasn’t something you ever wanted to touch. You had seen what the addiction could do to people, and you had a very bad feeling about what a spice bomb would be. “There it is.”

Panic hit you, and you lifted the blaster to start firing but the leader tossed a glowing red ball down into the pit and the smugglers dove away from the hole. The ball exploded mid way down into a cloud of red dust that rained down on you and Mando. You tried to cover your mouth and nose with the bottom of your shirt, but it was to no avail. Your entire body grew heavy, collapsing on top of Mando’s chest, and a sharp, tingling sensation washed over you before your eyes fell shut.

Din woke with a start⏤ panting and desperate for air. His mind was filled with a heavy fog that he tried to swim through to gather his bearings. There had been a wire. Din noticed it much too late and he remembered the ground swallowing you and him whole. You. Your scream was the last thing he could recall. 

His hands drifted to his face and Din hated that it was only then that he noticed he wasn’t wearing a helmet. He blamed the fog. Din scrambled about the soft bed he realized he was tucked into as he searched the space around him for his armor. Din was in a bedroom he didn’t recognize wearing only a pair of sleep pants. Dank farrik. Din leapt out of bed but stumbled rather than landed with any amount of grace. Where was he? Where were you?? 

He forced himself to take a steadying breath and centered himself. 

The bedroom was small. Only a large bed, a clothing dresser, and two nightstands on either side of the bed. The walls were painted a soft blue, two doors leading out, and one wall had a window that spanned nearly the entire length of the room. Din blinked in confusion. Outside was a bustling city with towering pillar-like buildings and early morning light spilling down through holes in the upper shelf casting light on a city that was very much alive. Din knew where he was. He just didn’t know how he got here or how this was even possible.

“Sundari?” He breathed in shock. Din had only seen images of the cities of Mandalore. Sundari, the domed capital city, being the most infamous of all. This must have been a dream. Exactly how hard had he hit his head in the fall?

Din, in all his distraction, hadn’t even noticed the sound of running water until it stopped. He spun on his heel and stared at the door in the corner which must have led into a fresher. Din wasn’t alone. His hand snapped to his hip for his blaster but met air. Maker, he’d be happy when this concussion finally passed. He scanned the room for any kind of weapon he could use and as he grasped the nightstand drawer he froze. Sitting on top of the small table was a holo image being projected up from a disk as decor.

It was a photo of you and Grogu. Din narrowed his eyes at it in confusion. The two of you were at a park of some kind, but he couldn’t recall where or when this had occurred. The door opened, making Din jump in surprise. Fine, concussion or not, he’d fight his way out by hand. However, as if he couldn’t possibly be caught more off guard, you stepped out of the bathroom wearing only a towel.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?” You stepped toward him and Din stayed frozen in place. Your hands came up to run across his bare chest before settling on his waist where you continued to trace your fingertips up and down in a repetitive pattern. There was so much happening at once that Din didn’t even know what to think. It didn’t help that the moment your skin touched his, his mind seemed to short circuit. “I was trying to let you sleep in for at least a little.”

Ever since you had confessed to him weeks ago that you wanted more than just a friendship Din had been plagued with dreams of you. Visions of you moaning under him as he buried himself into your warmth, of you riding his cock while his hands explored your body, of him simply holding you in his arms and memorizing your features unimpeded by his helmet. But never had it ever felt this real. 

“Din?” You tilted your head. Hearing his name from your lips, he shuddered. How was this happening? You staring up at his bare face and whispering his name in concern. 

Din tried to open his mouth and speak, but his voice had left him. When you confessed to him, it had taken every fiber of his being to not react. As much as he cared about you, as badly as he wanted you, he knew it was a bad idea. Din knew he had to draw a line to keep you safe. He was dangerous and Din knew it was selfish of him to keep you and Grogu around despite that. He always figured the two of you would go your separate ways when the jedi were found and Grogu was delivered, but Din would never be able to say good-bye to you if he crossed that line. So he lied. Told you he didn’t feel the same and walked away leaving you teary eyed and broken hearted. 

You frowned. Your eyebrows furrowed and he had the overwhelming urge to smooth out your brow with his fingers. Trace every inch of your face with his hands. “You look sad, love.” You lifted your hands to cup his face. “Did you have that nightmare again?”

“Wh⏤What?” Din’s voice was quiet and ragged.

“We’re safe now. You don’t have to worry.” You caressed his cheek. “Me, you, and Grogu. We’re all safe. We have a home. Our days of running are over.”

Din shook his head. “No, no. We were in the Dune Sea. I⏤I missed the trip wire and we fell. You were hurt. We⏤”

“Din, that was so long ago. Out of all the bantha shit we’ve dealt with I’m surprised that memory is the one plaguing you.” You said.

Din pulled out of your arms. “It wasn’t. It just happened. You’re lost⏤ You’re hurt. I have to⏤”

“I’m not lost. I’m not hurt. I’m safe, right here with you, in our home. Grogu is still sleeping down the hall. There’s no place safer for our son and I.” You set your hands on his chest once more. “Grogu with his buir, and I with my riduur.”

Din was so shocked by the Mando’a that left your lips that he didn’t even register the soft kiss you pressed in the middle of his chest. Right where his iron heart would be if he had his armor on. You stepped away from him, walking to the dresser off to the side, and Din watched you go until you let the towel fall from your body. He forced his gaze up to the ceiling to keep from staring. Something felt wrong. Was this a dream? Was he dead?

Din didn’t trust the world around him.

You startled awake. A cloud of panic and fear drowning you.

“Mando!?” The nickname left your lips before you even registered a thought. You scrambled to sit up, arms reaching out to try and find purchase, but it was too dark to see anything.  Even without your sight, something felt familiar about the material under your body and the comforting smell surrounding you, but the last memory of the smugglers dropping the spice bomb had too much adrenaline rushing through your body for you to think properly. 

The wall in front of you shot up with a metallic click and a light blinded you. Hands grabbed your calves and you screamed again trying to kick them off. “Mesh’la! You’re safe!” Mando’s modulated voice filled the air. “You’re on the Razor Crest. You’re in my bunk.”

Your eyes adjusted to the light and you recognized your setting. That’s why it was familiar. Mando’s scent surrounded you as you were nestled in the blankets and pillow he used to sleep. Standing at the bunk’s entrance was the Mandalorian himself. He looked unharmed, but he always looked unharmed when he was covered from head to toe in his beskar.

“Mando!” You cried in alarm and launched yourself at him. He didn’t complain when you wrapped your arms around him tightly. Mando simply held onto you and kept you from knocking him over. This should be awkward considering how he had bluntly said he felt nothing for you only weeks ago. But, you were so relieved that he was safe and alive that you didn’t care. His hands rubbed your back soothingly as he mumbled soft reassurances. “I thought you⏤ I thought we⏤”

“We’re safe, mesh’la.” Mando replied.

You leaned back and he kept his arms around you. “What happened? The last thing I remember…” It hurt to try and pull the memory out of your own head. Spice bomb. Red dust had rained over you and Mando. You passed out on top of him. “The⏤The bomb.”

“It knocked you out.” Mando said. “My helmet filtered it out, I think. I woke up with you on top of me and the smugglers were climbing down. We fought. I won. Then I carried you back to Peli’s.”

“All of that happened?”

“We’re in hyperspace now.”

“How,” You shook your head, “How long was I out?”

“Two days. The spice hit your systems hard. I was⏤” Mando cleared his throat, the sound scratchy through the modulator. “I was worried about you, mesh’la.”

It was only then you realized you still had your hands resting on his shoulders and he had his own wrapped around your waist as you sat on your knees⏤ the bunk making the two of you eye level. You swallowed nervously. “I, uh, it was you I was worried about. Your head. I thought I saw blood when you were out cold.”

“Small injury. Only took one round of bacta to clear up.”

“Good.”

“You, on the other hand,” Mando mumbled. He brushed his gloved fingers across your face. The touch lingered on your cheekbone. The same one that had hit the ground hard enough to make your face throb. Mando pulled his other hand away to wrap around your non-bruised and non-swollen wrist. How much bacta had he used to get all your injuries healed in two days? “Mesh’la, I am so sorry.”

You shook your head. “None of that was your fault.”

Mando kept quiet, as if he didn’t agree but didn’t know what else to say. The sound of a soft coo made you lean forward and peer around the edge of the bunk where Grogu was standing by the ladder leading up to the cockpit. He lifted his arms and waddled closer. Mando released you to pick the small child up. Grogu whined until Mando set him in your lap and you didn’t hesitate to cuddle the boy to your chest.

Thank the Maker, he hadn’t been with the two of you. You let out another sigh of relief. It seemed like you and Mando had gotten out of the pit by luck alone and you don’t know what you would’ve done if Grogu had been harmed during the whole thing.

“Here. Let’s get you some food.” Mando set a hand on your elbow to help you slide out of the bunk. What caught you off guard was when he let his hand travel from your arm to your lower back as he led you toward the ladder. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over his entire frame. Mando was a good man. It wasn’t the shiny, silver metal of a Mandalorian you were attracted to or the reputation of a dangerous and strong bounty hunter. You had fallen for the kind and protective man who hid under both of those roles. Mando’s head turned to stare back at you and a thrill went down your spine. He whispered your name.

You took a step away and cleared your throat. Mando let his arm fall away. Your obsession with him, your stupid idiotic crush on him, had you misreading signals left and right. The only reason you had confessed was because you convinced yourself that he was shooting you lingering looks and that every brush of his hand against you was purposeful and not a mistake made in passing. 

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled. Mando had made his position clear, and you were done crossing the lines and boundaries he had set.

“Can you get up to the flight deck alright?” Mando asked and you nodded. “I’ll bring you something to eat.”

Mando tilted his head toward the ladder and he waited until you began to climb⏤ as if he was worried you’d fall off mid-way up. When you got upstairs, you settled into the co-pilot’s chair with Grogu in your lap and stared out at the blurring lines of hyperspace. A small smile settled on your features.

The world around you was right again.

Din felt more like himself once he had his armor on. It still felt like the world around him was spinning and nothing made sense, but his beskar was like a heavy, impenetrable comfort blanket. He sat in a kitchen, helmet on, as he stared out at Sundari through a window that sat near a dining table. It seemed the home around him was part of a tower inside the domed city, and Din still couldn’t wrap his brain around that. The sound of footsteps startled him and he turned in time to see you padding down the hall with Grogu in your arms. He pushed to stand⏤ seeing the small child putting him at ease.

“Why do you have your helmet on?” You asked after handing Grogu to him. The child bounced in his arms chanting a recognizable sound asking for food. “Are you leaving already? Don’t you want breakfast?”

Din stayed quiet. You moved around the kitchen with the ease of someone who did this regularly, and he watched you make a meal. It didn’t make sense, he didn’t understand, but he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt toward you being so domestic. Especially after you had just claimed that he was your partner, your husband, your riduur.

“Come here, cutie.” You cooed to Grogu and he let you take the boy from him. You set him in a little high chair and set a bowl of food in front of him. As per usual, Grogu didn’t hesitate to begin scarfing down what was in front of him. You lovingly pressed a kiss to his head then walked over to lean at the corner of the kitchen island next to him. “Din, please talk to me.” He clenched and unclenched his fists. “You’re starting to scare me.”

“I’m sorry, Mesh’la.” He sighed. 

You had shifted even closer to the bar stool he sat on. Din tensed when your hands settled on his thighs and you stepped between them. Slowly, you took his hand in yours and began to peel his gloves off. Din sucked in a breath, but couldn’t find a complaint to speak. You did the same thing with his other hand. Finally, your hands rested on his helmet, but you didn’t move. Not until Din gave a small nod. You pulled his helmet off carefully, respectfully resting it on the counter, and Din felt his features soften as he stared at you. Maker, you were beautiful.

“Din, listen to me, I love you.” You said. A pretty smile spread across your features and you took his face between your hands. “But if you don’t tell me what’s going on, I am going to kick your ass.” He chuckled and leaned into your touch. Was Din losing his mind? If this was insanity, it felt so good that Din really didn't think he minded. “Are you… Are you having one of your mornings?”

“One of my… mornings?” Din furrowed his brow.

“You know, when the nightmare doesn’t end.” You whispered.

Din shook his head. “This isn’t a nightmare. It’s a dream. A dream I don’t deserve.” He let his hands rest on top of yours with the plan to pull them away, but he was too weak to actually go through with it. Din sighed, “I lied to you.” A flash of confusion crossed your features. “I said I didn’t care about you in the same way you felt about me, but it was a lie. From the moment you stepped onto the Razor Crest I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. Mesh’la, you are my world.”

“Din, are you…” You paused then a small laugh left you, “Maker, are you talking about when we were trying to get to Mos Pelgo, still? I confessed to you and then we got caught weeks later and…” You shook your head. “Don’t scare me like that. When you said you were sorry and you lied, I was worried something had happened. It’s just a bad morning. They always pass.”

“What are you talking about?” Din asked.

“Fine. I’ll jump start your memory.” You pushed up on your tiptoes and then sat on his thigh. Naturally, his hands went around your waist to keep you from falling and your hands wrapped around his neck. “You confessed to me. It happened months later. You’re an incredible bounty hunter, but you move slow as hell, Din.” He narrowed his eyes. “It was right after we decided to keep Grogu with us. Become a real family. For the record, it also took you way too long to propose to me too.”

Din could picture it all and it made everything so much more confusing. Had that happened? No. Not yet. Yet? Had he meant to think of that word? Yet? Din wasn’t planning any of that, but it sounded right. No part of him thought he deserved you or Grogu, but Maker this was what he always wanted. It was the life he craved, but was too broken to admit aloud. 

“But,” Din tried to find a tether to hold him in reality, “Sundari. We live in Sundari? Mandalore is dead.”

“No, it wasn’t. The poison the Empire caused faded away. We rebuilt.” The sound of a door chime made you glance over your shoulder. “Kriff. She’s here early.” You slid off his lap. “Grogu, we’re gonna be late! Let’s get you cleaned up so Soran can walk you to school.”

Din watched you scoop Grogu up, the boy gave him a wave he returned numbly, and the two of you disappeared down the hall. Were his fears the reason he was confused? What if what you said was right? He was just trapped in a nightmare and it was keeping him from living his life. Din had finally taken the leap, taken the chance, and found his perfect home. Now, his fear was crawling back and trying to ruin it again. Din always did this. He always fought himself. It was why he had denied your initial confession and wasted so much time in the first place.

Moments passed, he could hear you moving around the home with Grogu. Until finally the door chime rang again. Din stood up and faced the hall. Seconds later, you stepped back into view. You gave him a bright smile. 

“Alright, where were we?”

Fully accepting this for what it was, Din marched toward you. Your feet came to a stuttering stop and an excitement filled your eyes. You knew what he was doing before even he knew entirely. Din basically tackled you, pressing your body as tight as he could to his chest, and crushed his lips to yours. You responded immediately. Your hands wrapping around his neck as his tongue found it’s way past your lips. Din let his hands trail down your back, over your ass, under your thighs, and with ease began to pick you up. Just like with the kiss, you were on the same page as he was. You jumped just enough for him to lift you off the ground and your legs wrapped around his waist⏤ locking your ankles at his back. 

Din had planned to carry you down the hall, back to the bedroom, but he felt you grind against him and that plan went right out the window. He slammed you against the wall, lips leaving yours to trail down your neck. Maker, he wanted you. Keeping you pinned to the wall with his hips, relying on your grip around his waist and neck, Din pulled his hands away so he could grab the collar of your shirt. He ripped it down to the middle of your torso so his mouth could reach your breasts.

“I liked that shirt, you know.” You gasped, but the way you kept trying to find friction against his hard on told him you didn’t like it all that much.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” Din replied before leaving open mouth kisses down your chest. One hand went back to cup around your thigh and the other yanked your breast band down so his mouth could wrap around your nipple. The unholy moan that left your lips nearly made him come undone right then and there.

“You’re going to be late to work. They need you today.”

“Mesh’la, I don’t kriffing care.” Din said after pulling his lips away from your breast. His mouth found its way back to yours and after leaving a messy kiss there he pulled away only far enough to speak. “As far as I’m concerned the only place I’m needed is right between your thighs.” 

Din licked into your mouth, and he was startled when your hands untangled from around his neck. Then, with great proficiency, you began to unlatch his armor. His vambrace and left pauldron fell to the ground with a heavy thunk. “How did you do that so fast? How’d you know where the latches were?”

“I’m your wife, dummy.” You unlatched his right one, it joined the other on the floor, then you ripped the cloak out from under the top of his chest piece and pulled down on the collar of his shirt so you could leave too soft, teasing kisses against the hollow of his throat. “Now, either keep carrying me down the hall to our bed or drop me on the floor⏤ I don’t care, I just need you to fuck me.”

Din was not going to make it to the bedroom.

You rose from your seat with Grogu nestled in your arms sleeping. It hadn’t taken long for the boy to fall asleep between the warmth of your arms and the silence of hyperspace. As you drifted toward the door, Mando spoke up.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna put him in his hammock is all.” You whispered.

Mando glanced over his shoulder at you then nodded. “Good. Come back up when you’re done.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise but you gave him a quiet confirmation before leaving the cockpit. You made your way down the ladder slowly and carefully so you didn’t wake or drop the little green gremlin snoring against your chest. You chuckled and rubbed his back while crossing the cargo hold. When you set him in the hammock, he stirred briefly and you took the time to lightly rock the hammock while humming him a lullaby. Only when you were convinced he had fallen back into a restful sleep did you find your way back to the cockpit.

“He’s down for the count.” You joked and dropped back into your chair.

Mando flipped a few switches on the panel before spinning the pilot’s seat so he was facing you. Your eyes widened and you shifted awkwardly in place. The weight of his heavy stare on you was intense. It burned into you and for a brief second you were sure he could see straight into your soul.

“What’s going on?” You asked. “You okay?”

“I could’ve lost you.” Mando whispered. “I don’t know what I would have done.”

“It’s over, Mando. We don’t have to think about it anymore.”

“It’s not over, mesh’la. There will always be another fight, another opportunity for someone to take you from me.” He argued. 

Mando wasn’t wrong. Your lives were a constant battle to maintain the upper hand over all the people trying to take Grogu and harm both of you. It was the exact reason why you had found the courage to confess to him in the first place. You stupidly convinced yourself that you didn’t want to lose anymore time⏤ waste another second. The silence in the cockpit was agonizing. You wanted so badly to break it, but you had no idea what to say to do so.

Luckily, Mando did not have that same problem.

“Come here, mesh’la.” He motioned you toward him with the curling motion of his fingers. You swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in the middle of your throat like a rock. “Please.” The word was spoken softly, but there was a firm undertone that made it feel less like a request and more like a command. You stood up and took the single shaky step that was required to put you in his reach. Mando’s hands found your hips and he startled you by pulling you into his lap. With a yelp of surprise, you were forced to rest your knees on the outside of his thighs. The moment you were situated Mando spread his own thighs further so each of your legs were pinned between him and the chair and you were even more open to him. “Oh, sweet girl…”

“Mando. What⏤ What are you doing?” You whispered. Your entire face felt hot⏤ kriff, every inch of you felt hot.

He shook his head, his hands roaming up and down your sides, “I never should have said no to you. What happened, it made me realize how much,” Mando raised a gloved hand to your face, “how much I care about you.”

“Wait, really?” You breathed. It was the stupidest kind of response to give and you hated that you just blurted it out. Mando chuckled in response, and you shook your head. “Mando, maybe you’re just… feeling this way because what happened was so fresh. We should give it a little time⏤”

“I spent two days waiting for you to open those pretty eyes for me, sweet girl.” Mando cut in. “I’m not losing another second with you.”

The hand fell from your face to rest on your shoulder and, with the other still on your hip, Mando pressed you down on top of him. He shifted his own hips so he could drag the hard bulge in his pants against your core. A sharp gasp of surprise left your lips. Mando kept you pressed against him and when he dragged his hip against yours again the sensation caused you to groan this time.

“Dank farrik.” Mando grunted as he bucked up against you⏤ this time you moved your own hips to add to the friction and he moaned. The sound of him losing control shot straight to your core and you let your hands rest on his chest so you could grind into him more. Maker, you wanted to hear that sound again.

Mando sat up straight and the only thing keep you from tumbling off his lap was the hand he wrapped around your waist. He reached past you, hands hitting switches and buttons, and suddenly the entire panel of flickering lights went dead. “Mando?” You questioned. He hit one more switch and you glanced over your shoulder to watch as the windows darkened until the lights of hyperspace couldn’t be seen. Nothing could be seen. A hiss of pressure release, then a hand took hold of your jaw to turn you back so you faced forward.

“Mesh’la.” Mando whispered. Before you had only heard his unmodulated voice from a distance, as he was eating out of sight or lying in his bunk with the door closed. But, now it was closer than you could ever imagine. He mumbled your name and you could feel the movement of his lips just barely brushing against yours⏤ his hot breath on your face. “Say you want me, mesh’la.”

You took in a deep breath and nodded. “I want you, Mando. I’ve always wanted you.”

Rather than pressing his lips to yours as you wanted, Mando lifted you with ease and pressed you against the control panel. Something sharp was jabbing you in the back, but you didn’t care. Mando’s leather gloves roughly yanked your pants down, underwear and all. You had lifted your hips just enough to help him, but when you lowered yourself back into a seated position you hissed at the cold metal against your bare skin. 

You lifted your hands to find his shoulders, you wanted to feel his face, but Mando’s hands grabbed you by the wrists and pinned them to the panel by your head. He leaned over you and slowly dragged his hard cock, hidden behind his flight suit, against your already dripping wet lips⏤ but it wasn’t the only lips you wanted touched.

“Kiss me, please.” You begged and tried to lift your head to find his, but he leaned back just enough to avoid you. “Mando, I want to feel you⏤ all of you⏤ please.”

“Not yet, mesh’la. Be patient.” His entire weight was pressing down on you. “Good girls are patient, and only good girls get rewarded. Is that what you want, mesh’la? To be my good girl?” You nodded, breathless from the agonizingly slow way he was grinding into you. “Words, mesh’la.”

“Yes.” You gasped. “Please, Mando, please⏤”

“How lucky am I?” Mando hummed. “To have such a pretty girl begging under me. I’ve wanted to make you fall apart since the moment you stepped onto my ship.” You tensed as an alarm began to faintly ring at the back of your mind. Something inside you was trying to warn you. Mando kept whispering loving words on top of you. “You’re mine, mesh’la. You’ve always been mine and you always will be.”

“No.” You tried to squirm out from under him, but Mando was much too large and much too heavy for you to even move an inch. “No, no, no.”

Taking the hint, Mando released your hands and jumped away from you. Breathless, you tried to sit up and gather your bearings. “What is it, mesh’la? What’s wrong?”

“This is wrong.” You shook your head.

“No, it’s right. This is what you want, this is what I want.”

“No, it’s not.” A sob left you. “You don’t want me. You said so yourself. You don’t want me. This isn’t right.” Your head was beginning to pound in pain and Mando’s voice sounded like it was suddenly far away. The cold metal under you was beginning to turn hot and the firm smoothness of the control panel was taking on a new texture⏤ something grainy that shifted under you. The darkness turned to a blinding light and you gasped as pain began to settle into you.

Your face was throbbing, you tasted blood in your mouth, and your right wrist was aching. Now you had a pounding headache as well.  You blinked your eyes, trying to clear the blurriness out of your vision, and you saw a man climbing down a ladder into the pit you laid in. The smugglers. The spice bomb. Your hand tightened around the blaster you had taken from Mando and you lifted your heavy arm to fire at the man. It hit him in the back and he fell from the ladder and landed motionless only a few feet away.

You blindly fired shots up to the ridge of the pit. Over and over⏤ not knowing what else to do. You fired so much that you never noticed the sound of someone else’s blaster mingling with yours. A familiar voice was calling out to you, but it wasn’t Mando. Your heavy arm sunk back into the sand, blaster falling loose, and your eyes began to droop in exhaustion.

You wished it was Mando calling for you.

You woke up slowly. Your entire body was sore and it took straight willpower to get your eyes to stay open. There was a thin cot underneath you and a flickering fire ahead of you. A groan fell from your lips as you tried to sit up.

“Whoa, whoa,” A familiar voice said, “Slow down there, little lady.”

“Vanth?” You tried to turn to find your friend, but a warm hand kept you from moving too much. Suddenly, Cobb Vanth was kneeling beside you with a charming grin. Your entire body sagged in relief. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you right now.”

Vanth rubbed his jawline and gave you a wink, “I am much better looking than those damned smugglers, huh? How’d you and Mando get caught up in all that mess?”

“Mando!” You sat up quickly, immediately wincing when a sharp pain shot through you.

“Maker, darling.” Vanth scolded. “Your tin man is doing just fine. He’ll feel just as shitty as you when he finally wakes up.”

You glanced around and just as Vanth said your companion was lying on a small rolled out cot of his own. The firelight dancing as it reflected off his beskar. “He’s really okay? I think he had a head injury.”

“He’s fine. I promise you.” You nodded and Vanth offered you a canteen of water. As he asked, you began to tell him the story of what happened. It didn’t take long until you reached the point of the story that made your cheeks warm. Vanth noticed your hesitance and bumped his shoulder into yours. “Say your piece.”

“They threw a spice bomb and… and some weird shit happened.”

“Yeah, a spice bomb will do that to you.”

“What is it?”

“Depends. What’d you see?”

You paused before shrugging. “I was on the Razor Crest. Traveling with Mando and Grogu. Like always. It was… it felt so real.”

“Probably glitterstim then.” Vanth made you drink more water. “I have no idea how you broke out of it.”

“What do you mean?”

“The drug should’ve put you under. Place you in a happy haze of the thing you want most and trap you there for as long as the drug runs its course. Too much and you can end up dying in that perfect little world.” Vanth explained. “Usually, you can’t get out unless someone hits you with an antidote. Something to cancel the effects of the glitterstim. Unless…”

“Unless?”

“Unless you shock yourself out of it.” Vanth shrugged. “It all happens quick. In the first few minutes you either fall into the spice’s trap or you snap through it. The fact that I saw you wake up and shoot that smuggler is quite the feat, darling. How’d you do it?”

You wrapped your arms around your legs and rested your chin on your knees. The drug in your system deemed your perfect world to be Mando confessing how badly he wanted you. How pathetic was that? You didn’t stay under because even in a drugged out haze your mind knew that it was fake. Mando didn’t want you. Not the way you wanted him. Tears filled your eyes. Vanth didn’t press for you to answer and instead set his arm around your shoulder as a comfort. You leaned into him and fell asleep.

Every single part of Din’s body hurt. It reminded him of when the mudhorn had tossed him around like a ragdoll. Every atom in his body though, despite the pain, screamed danger. Din forced himself to sit up, blaster drawn. He was in the desert, by a fire in the dead of night. Across from him, he saw Cobb Vanth sitting there casually. Din’s blaster was pointed at him, but Vanth just gave him a slight wave.

“Hey there, brother.” He greeted. “You can put the blaster away.”

“What⏤” Din began to ask, but then his eyes landed on you. Your head rested against Vanth’s thigh and he had one hand resting on your shoulder. Part of your face looked bruised and even from this distance he could see your busted lip.

“Smugglers got the jump on y’all. Hit you with a spice bomb.” Din holstered his blaster and cursed. Dank farrik. Whispers of his dream world lingered in his mind and Din had to shake his head to try and rid himself of the way your lips felt against his skin. “You’re lucky.”

“This is lucky?” Din asked dryly. Maker, his body ached. 

“Little lady here broke free of the spice dream.” Vanth said. Din’s eyes widened in surprise. He didn’t know what he wanted to know more⏤ what your perfect world had looked like or how you had broken out of it. Vanth’s hand was tracing shapes on your shoulder as you slept and Din frowned at the touch. Coming from an imaginary world where he was fucking you, his wife, to reality where you were sleeping against another man was jarring. “You got stuck in it. Tell me, Mando, what was your perfect world?”

You were. You were his perfect world.

But, Din couldn’t bring himself to admit that in his current reality. 

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sulfur and granite

Din Djarin/Reader | 2.7k | Rated E | afab reader, no y/n, Jealous Din Djarin, smut, piv sex, semi-intense consensual sex, aftercare.

On a short detour to Tattooine, you are introduced to the Marshal. Mando is definitely not jealous.

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Non-linear oneshots featuring you, a university scholar from Naboo who is helping The Mandalorian seek out the Jedi.

a/n: I imagine Mando would not know how to comfortably express feelings of jealousy/possessiveness right away, but ultimately would be respectful towards his partner's desires.

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You weren’t sure what planet you’d choose if you had to pick your favorite, but you were fairly certain that Tattooine wouldn’t even make your top ten. You had only been there a few times, and each time you had left with an uncomfortable amount of sand in an uncomfortable amount of places. The only redeeming quality in your eyes were the brilliant binary sunsets the arid rock offered, but even then there were hundreds of other places in the galaxy where you could see those.

When Mando charted course for Tattooine, you bit your tongue. He said he needed to talk to an ‘old friend’ in some tiny, middle-of-nowhere town, and seeing as you were along for the ride, you steeled yourself for another day of brushing sand out of all of your clothing.

Mando had not given you much information, which you didn’t particularly mind. This was mainly a detour on your journey through the galaxy – some kind of favor he needed to repay or something, you surmised. His ‘old friend’ was only described as ‘The Marshal’, and you wondered what kind of law enforcement a syndicated crime planet like Tattooine could even harbor.

Mando landed the Crest on the outskirts of the city one late afternoon. You, Grogu, and your armored patron walked the short distance into the town to where a man dressed in red was waiting for you.

“Good to see you,” the man called out, moving forward to grasp Mando’s arm in greeting. You hung back slightly, feeling a little out of your element when the man happened to glance past the bounty hunter and catch your gaze.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” The Marshal sauntered forward, an easy grin matching his easy gait. He was quite handsome, you decided. Nice peppery-gray hair, eyes lined with laughter. He reached out for your hand, which you gave with a quiet giggle as he brought it to his lips.

“Don’t tell me she’s one of your bounties, Mando.” The Marshal directed at the Mandalorian as he kissed the back of your hand flirtatiously. “Cause I might be tempted to play the hero and rescue her from your clutches-“

“She’s helping me on my journey,” Mando interrupted flatly. There was a wink of humor in the Marshal’s gaze as he released your hand, only to wrap one arm around your shoulder.

“Well, then, welcome,” he exclaimed. “Any friend of Mando’s is a friend of mine, er…?”

You shared your name, and the man began to walk you toward what you assumed was the local cantina. It was past midday, and it looked like the building was the gathering place for most of the locals as they ended the day. Several people greeted the Marshal as he pointed out different landmarks to you, indicating that he was just as popular among his people as you would have assumed based on his appearance and looks alone.

Mando trailed along just slightly behind the two of you, Grogu tucked in his sack at his side.

“Can I buy you a drink?” The Marshal asked, motioning to the bartender. Two glasses of blue liquor were poured, and the charming man held one out to you.

“Sure,” you smiled. It had been a while since you had let yourself indulge. Even on the rare occasions you and Mando stopped someplace with alcohol, it was mainly for information or to pick up supplies to take on the go. Not to mention the fact that Mando never took off his helmet.

The Marshal – who you later found out was named Cobb Vanth – clinked his glass against yours and the two of you took healthy swigs of the slightly sour drink. Wincing, you matched the handsome man’s grin as he leaned casually against the bar.

“So tell me,” he drawled, swirling his drink In his glass. “What’s a girl like you doing hanging around a Mandalorian bounty hunter?”

You vaguely registered Mando hovering off to the side. He did not ask for a drink, nor did you think he would accept if one was even offered. You glanced over at him, wondering if you should defer to him – he had wanted to come to Freetown to speak with the Marshal, who was currently more fixated on you. On the other hand…it had been a while since you had a chance to talk to someone who wasn’t a literal child.

Turning to focus your attention on Cobb, you explained your background and talked generally about what you were doing for Mando. You left out most of the details in the interest of protecting both his and Grogu’s safety but were secretly delighted that the man did not pry for answers. Instead, he asked questions about you – where you were from, your research, your favorite parts of the galaxy you had seen thus far. He had a charming way of speaking, and a quick wit, and you found yourself losing track of time as the conversation flowed steadily into the evening.

At some point, Cobb had procured a small table for the two of you, and you perched on the edge of your seat as he explained how he had come to meet the Mandalorian. He laughed at how your jaw dropped during the tale of how Mando had flown into the mouth of a krayt dragon to blow it up from the inside. You spared another glace towards the bounty hunter, who hadn’t moved since you had entered the cantina. His helmet was fixed on you, and though you couldn’t see his eyes something told you his gaze was fixed on you. The feeling sent a slight shiver up your spine.

Seeming to notice, Cobb reached out and placed a calloused hand over your own. “It has truly been a pleasure,” he smiled. “But I better go speak to Mando before he burns a hole through both our heads.” You returned his smile and stood – albeit a little wobbly from the several drinks you had consumed over the past hour or so.

The Marshal beckoned for someone to come over, and explained that they would show you to a room you could stay in for the night. As he did so, Mando walked over, his bulk just millimeters from your back. You opened your mouth to greet him, but he just handed you Grogu in his sack and asked that you take the now-sleeping baby with you.

“Of course,” you said, gently taking the child into your arms. “See you later?”

Mando did not answer you and instead took your seat across from Cobb. The Marshal wished you a good night, and you followed the young woman he had procured to show you to your room.

--

An hour later, you were freshly bathed and had changed into a clean set of clothes. The room was decently sized, if not a bit dusty from lack of use. It held one large bed along with several chairs and a small table and was attached to a small side room that had a smaller bed. You had tucked Grogu into the smaller bed in the side room, closing the door gently so that you could prepare for sleep without waking him up.

You laid against the pillows and were browsing your datapad when the sound of the door sliding open signaled the arrival of Mando. You watched him clunk into the room over the top of your datapad. He stood in the middle of the room for a moment, a tension in the atmosphere having followed him in. “Where’s the kid?” He asked, and you pointed to the side room. He walked over to the door and opened it slightly to peer inside. Satisfied, he gently closed it and continued to stand there in the middle of the room.

“Have a good chat?” You asked, breaking the frigid silence after it became clear he was not going to. Mando settled into a chair heavily, spreading his legs and resting his arms on those of the chair.

“Was gonna ask you the same thing,” he rasped in response, and you raised a brow in question.

“What do you mean?” You asked, tapping a nail against the side of your datapad. Mando raised one shoulder in a half-shrug.

“You two seemed to hit it off.”

“Who? Me and Cobb?” You set down your datapad and crossed your arms. “He was nice.”

You could hardly believe the scoff you heard from the man. “Sure. That’s one way to put it.”

“Are you jealous?”

“…No.”

“You are,” you expanded, uncrossing your arms and swinging your legs over to hang over the side of the bed. “You’re upset that he was flirting with me, aren’t you?”

Mando was silent, and you wondered if his jaw was clenched under that helmet. You looked at him expectantly, and he sighed.

“I’m not upset,” you tried to clarify. “I think that’s just how he is. It’s ok to be jealous, Mando.”

“I am not jealous,” he grit out, and you tried to hide a smirk. Standing, you swayed over to stand in front of him. You were wearing an old oversized tunic that came just above your knees, and not much else. You stepped in between his spread thighs, your bare legs bumping against his armor. Even sitting, his head was nearly level with your own. Were you pushing it, standing naked from the waist down in between the legs of a dangerous and definitely jealous man? Perhaps.

“Then why were you staring at us the whole time?” You teased. “Mad that your friend was talking to me and not you?”

“I was waiting for him to make a move,” Mando interrupted. “To touch you.”

“Yeah?” You queried, and in a burst of bravery, you sat lightly on one of his broad thighs. You felt him tense underneath you, even through the armor, and resettle his weight back In the chair to support you more firmly. “What was your plan if he had made a move?”

One of his gloved hands came to rest on your bare thigh, and he slowly pulled it towards him, forcing your legs to spread slightly. His hand rubbed soft circles into your flesh, and you shifted so that your back was supported against the side of the chair.

“Hauling you over my shoulder and back into my ship,” Mando husked, hand venturing further up your thigh, under the hem of the long tunic. Your breath hitched as his fingers brushed lightly over your bare cunt. “And reminding you.”

One of his fingers ran up and down your slit, and you shifted again, trying to get him to put more pressure where you wanted it. “Remind me of what?” You asked breathlessly. Mando’s other hand crept up your back to grip your neck, forcing you to arch in his lap. He stood, hauling you up against him with ease. He half-dragged you over to the bed, sitting down so that he could pull you up against his back into his lap.

“This,” he said simply, spreading your thighs wider and grinding his hips up into your backside. You could feel him, hot and hard under his flight suit, and you let out a low moan at the sensation. One hand roamed over your shaking thighs, playing with the slick gathering between your legs, while the other came up to cross against your chest, holding you tightly against him.

“I was thinking,” Mando continued, sounding almost casual in his tone and timbre, “Of how to show you what you’d be missing. How to show other men that you spend your nights in my bed.”

You licked your lips, feeling air-light as he rasped through the modulator into your ear. His fingers between your legs alternated from pinching your swollen clit to probing your entrance.

“That’s what I was thinking,” he said lowly. “What were you thinking, wicked girl?”

“I’m thinking you should just fuck me already,” you gasped out, and Mando laughed. It echoed through your blank mind like smoke, and your eyes fluttered closed as two of his thick fingers slid tightly inside of you, thumb pressing against your clit. Your hips bucked at the sensation, only to be held tight in his iron grip.

“Can you be quiet?” Mando asked throatily, and you could feel the rumble of it from his chest. “The kid is sleeping…and who knows who else might be listening?”

“I thought you wanted them to know,” you whimpered, and his grip on you loosened for a millisecond before he stood and flipped you face-first onto the bed. The back of your tunic was pushed up as he pushed your shoulders down to the mattress, and dragged your hips up toward where he stood behind you.

“Keep quiet,” he gruffed out, and you heard the familiar sound of his belt coming undone and felt his bare hips warm against your ass. “You only cry for me, understand?”

“Y-ye-“ you barely had a chance to respond before he shoved his throbbing cock into you, punching the air out of your lungs in one solid thrust. Keening, you let your head fall against your arms as Mando gripped your hips firmly and began a steady, brutal pace.

He spread your thighs as wide as they would go so that you could take all of him in with every thrust. Something about his hands on your hips and the way he moved you felt necessary – deep, intense thrusts that would resist anything except acceptance from him. The bed creaked from his weight against your body, along with the rich sound of his hips slapping against yours.

The superiority of this angle made you focus on the place where he filled you like it was the center of your universe. You bit into the flesh of your arm in an attempt to silence the keening cries that wanted to escape from your throat. Mando groaned above you, and his pace quickened.

“This what you wanted?” he husked lowly. “To come on my cock? Come on, wicked girl, come on-“

You choked out a wordless plea as his weight came down across your thighs, and his cock rammed as far as it could go. You knew you would feel the ache of him inside of you for days.

“M-mando-“ you keened again, and you felt his grip on your hips clench harder.

“Gotta be quiet,” he rasped. “Want them to hear how you’re spread open for my cock?” You could feel your orgasm approaching like a ship preparing to exit hyperspace. You were sure nothing in your life would ever feel as good, as full, as right as the heavy weight of his cock inside of you.

The frantic clutch of your cunt wrung from Mando his own release. He all but collapsed onto you, wrapping you up so that you disappeared into his embrace. You came with a muffled scream, your leg going numb from the release of tension and the weight of the man fucking his semen into you.

Not allowing you reprieve, Mando groaned and collapsed onto his side, rolling you so that you were pressed up against him. His iron-hard cock was still inside of you, throbbing its release, and his hand came down between your legs to tweak at your clit. “Again,” he demanded, and you threw your head back and hit it against his helmet. He shoved the fingers of his other hand into your mouth to silence your cries as you came again, obediently, at the clumsy push of his fingers against your sore cunt.

Your body jerked against him, twitching from the edge of overstimulation. His cock, still streaming cum, slid out of you, pulsing the last of his release over your flushed entrance. For a while, all that could be heard was the sound of your breaths easing back from near hyperventilation. Mando’s grip on you was still possessive, but he shushed you gently and murmured praise into the back of your neck, hands circling your skin to ground your consciousness back down to him.

After that, Mando gently slid from behind you and lifted you into his arms. Your legs still shook from the onslaught, and he carried you quietly to the refresher where he helped you wipe yourself clean.

“All right?” He murmured as he brought a soft cloth to your inner thighs. You smiled sleepily and leaned your head forward to lay against his chest, pressing a soft kiss to the cold metal.

“If that wasn’t you being jealous,” you whispered, “Maybe next time I should flirt back.”

[for-a-longlongtime]

FIC REC: Possession (Din Djarin x reader x Cobb Vanth)

Excerpt of Possession:

“Keep touching him, Cobb, he’s so fucking hard for it,” you gasp, mouth back on him as Cobb’s hands wander over Mando. He chokes out moans as Cobb runs a firm thumb down his bicep, wraps his hand around the back of his neck, and slides it down his back. Mando almost shouts when you assume Cobb got a good handful of his ass, bracing yourself against the headboard as Mando begins fucking you harder. You try to keep yourself from bobbing too erratically as Cobb brushes the back of your throat, shallow twitches of his hips starting to line up with Mando’s pace. With your head turned you can only see the gleaming helmet out of the corner of your eye, so when Mando’s hand comes up to caress your cheek, dropping down to an elbow to feel the outline of Cobb’s cock in your mouth, you hum at the delicate sensation. His fingers have rough calluses at the tips that light your skin on fire. “Pretty,” he grunts, leaving soft touches around your lips, down the length of your throat. “So pretty,” Cobb repeats, his fingers stroking your temple and your hair. “You’re gonna make me cum in that pretty mouth of yours, make Mando cum in your pussy.” Cobb’s other hand comes up under Mando’s helmet, cupping his chin beneath all of the fabric. “Tell me how good her cunt is, Mando. I want a taste of it when you’ve had your fill.” You feel your body clench, sucking hard against Cobb’s cock to elicit a gasp and a chuckle.

-> Read More: click this link to go to Possession!

Last year in the summer, when I was only a few months into being a Pedro fan and there still was hope for me, hehehe, I ended up falling into PPCU (Pedro Pascal Character Universe) fic because I'd slowly been making my way through his filmography and watched The Mandalorian. You all know which episode prompted that... yup, S02E01 The Marshall. My brain went 'I wonder if there's anything on Mando on AO3...', well, famous last words. As it happened to be, @prolix-yuy was one of the first author names that stuck with me on AO3, and when I joined Tumblr a month or two later, I was psyched to see LJ was here too!

For those who aren't familiar yet with her: she is such a fucking excellent writer. I had a really hard time picking only one of her fics for this Summer Spotlight Series, but I just had to go for Possession because Jesus Christ, it's so hot. But it's so much more than delicious smut, because you can really feel the love and care that has been put into this fic (as LJ does with everything she writes!). She's captured both Din's and Cobb's personalities in such an accurate, precise manner, and it's those differences between them that make this such a great piece.

I'm also a really big fan of MMF/threesome fic that doesn't have reader x P Boy, or just heterosexual sex, as the main focus; to each their own, but I like my men and my smut queer, if possible. Possession also really delivers on this, and the buildup towards Din and Cobb getting intimate is just so.fucking.GOOD. Exactly how I would imagine that would go in such a situation, very true to their characters. It's an actual threesome, with everybody involved really into it (not 'taking turns'), and damn it's just fire. I found myself being into reader as much as I was into any of the guys, and I love how she read them so well and figured out all that mutual attraction -- and decided to get in on that.

I've lost track of how many times I've re-read Possession at this point, but it's definitely somewhere around 8 to 10 times. It's also the perfect example of how 'smutty fic' really isn't just about sex, but often a total character study and so revealing about desires, intentions, things that may hold a person back, etc. It's also one of the absolute finest fics in how it deals with Din's helmet and how that may be in contrast with his desires (and how he solves it).

LJ, I've said before on several occasions how much I love your work, but I'm just gonna tell you again. You rock!

[galaxyedging]

Sinful Sunday thoughts.

Smut under the cut.

Din Djarin and Cobb Vanth

Neither of you had meant to get so carried away. If you knew that the feared Mandalorian would be hunting you down on the back street of a mid rim planet, it would have never gone that far.

Din wasn't a jealous man. He shared you both freely. You were both his, but neither of you felt about each other the way you both felt about Din. Din even let you find pleasure in others while he was away on business. During these times, neither you nor Cobb looked for each other's company. This time had just been a chance encounter a bar. It started off as a game to see who had learned more about the other while watching Din take them apart. The next thing you knew, an angry Mandalorian stood at the door of a room that reeked of sex and quietly seethed as he ordered you to dress and follow him.

All the streets and alley ways looked the same as you ran down them. Part of you knew it was hopeless, that Din was far too good at his job. You hadn't even seen him once since you left his ship, and he ordered you to run.

In the back of your mind, you felt he was there in the shadows. It compelled you, chose each turn for you to drive you away from him. You told yourself it was just your anxiety, not the stealthy bounty hunter. Cobb Vanth bound, and on his knee in the next yard, you came to proved that theory wrong.

Din swaggers out of the shadows like a cat. His feet barely make a sound even when carrying his hard muscle and layers of Beskar.

"I'm surprised you both kept running as long as you did. You knew I'd catch you." His voice is as smooth as always, not a hint of tiredness from the hunt.

"I figured I'd try to tire you out so you'd go easy on the lady." Cobb throws a wink in your direction.

"How noble." Din sighs unamused. "You didn't do her any favours. All you did was take the shine off of my baskar making me run around here, which now you are going to clean."

Din uncuffs Cobb before sitting in the middle of the space. His long legs are out in front of him as he beckons you over. "Here."

As you get closer, he makes you step over his thighs, parting your legs. The dress you wear barely covers your panties, and then it barely covers your modesty as Din rips the damp underwear from you. "Kneel."

Din guides you as you drop to you knees for a moment you think he will let you straddle his obvious bulge, instead he guides you until he is flat on his back with you straddling his chest plate.

"Now, clean it. Drag your dripping pussy all over it and don't you dare come." Embarrassment floods you as you awkwardly ride Din's armour. Any pleasure you feel is bitten back as he fixes that dark T shape on you.

After what feels like forever out here, so close to civilisation and with Cobb watching Din stops you. "Dank farrik, you made it worse. Cobb, come and clean it...with your tongue."

The cowboy looks a shadow of his usual cocky self. He doesn't even stand to cross the space. He crawls on hands and knees before licking a strip on the cold metal behind you. His warm breath flows over the globes of your ass.

"Keep going. Make it shine." Din has one hand on your hip, making you spread your juices around and one hand on Cobb's head, ensuring that he doesn't miss a drop.

When you both look suitably humiliated, Din takes pity on you both. "Now, are you ever going to leave me out again?" You both shake your heads. "Good. Your King deserves a holo vid, at least. Come here." Din's hands simultaneously draw you upwards to sit on his face, your pubic bone lifting his helmet as you do and pushes Cobb down to suck on his cock. Once your king had drank his fill and emptied his load, he encourages you to share in pleasuring his other lover. Din's tongue glides over yours while you both pay attention to Cobb's wide shaft. When his balls tighten in Din's hands, he make sure that you take the majority of Cobb's load in your mouth only to steal it away with a deep kiss.

[samanthacookieone]

We definitely need more Cobb Vanth in our lives.

Any good Cobb Vanths and reader ?

[daddy-issues-99]

Star Wars Material List

Kinks I think the Star Wars men would have

Cad Bane GN Headcanon's

Cobb Vanth x f!reader Smut

Darth Maul x f!reader- Smut

Tech x GN reader- fluff

General Hux x f!reader- fluff

Qui Gon Jinn x GN reader- fluff

[for-a-longlongtime]

Are you fuckin' kiddin' me

I was not prepared for this post by @theydjarin today. One of my favorite things is that last year Pedro shared that DinCobb fan art (on Valentine's Day and with a heart, kill me already), but now he's also liking the fan art of Good Omens which is about the gayest thing that's gaying right now on streaming.

(the set of Frankie's mouth as he's looking at Santi asdfghjkl)

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Mine

Summary: A speeder ride with you gets Din more worked up than he anticipated. Good thing there's no one around and he could just... take care of his little problem.

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem. reader

Wordcount: 1.5k

Rating: E

Warnings: established relationship, smut (public sex, unprotected sex), feelings, Din is just really horny for his girl, marriage proposals

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The heat was slowly killing you. 

You still weren’t sure why Din insisted you had to come with him to visit Cobb Vanth. Not that you didn’t like spending time with Din. Especially one on one time with Grogu staying behind with Peli. 

But hourlong rides on a speeder through the hot desert were something you very much did not like. 

No matter how close you got to sit in front of Din while he piloted the speeder back towards civilisation. It would be a couple more hours before you would reach the gates of the city and you allowed your head to rest back against Din’s chest, the Beskar of his chest plate surprisingly cool to your heated skin. 

You had pulled a linen cloth over your head after getting sunburned so bad once before, only bacta helped, your head and body now shielded from the sun. Maybe you could sleep. Din wouldn’t let you fall from the speeder. 

Din on the other hand was slowly dying. 

You were constantly wiggling against him, trying to get comfortable. He heard every single sigh you released, could practically hear your thoughts. 

He knew how much you hated being out in the heat and on a speeder. 

You had told him about the accident you had with your father when you were younger, how only sitting on a speeder now made you uneasy. And he knew he should have left you back in the city. Maybe pay for a more comfortable room at an inn so you could enjoy some relaxing quiet time now that you were all free. 

But the selfless part of him wanted to have you with him on this little expedition. He had planned to ask you to marry him last night when you had smiled at him in the moonlight, but the words had been stuck in his throat, overwhelmed with how lucky he was to call you his. 

You continued to wiggle in front of him, most likely trying to figure out a position that would be comfortable for the next few hours. 

Which was fine. He wanted you comfortable. 

The problem was all your wiggling against his crotch made him hard.

See, last night he had many plans for you, plans that involved celebrating you hopefully saying yes to his proposal, but you ended up being so exhausted from the day long travel that he had to carry you to your bed where he watched over you all night instead of making you scream his name. 

It was insane to travel back today but Cobb hadn’t even been there for their meet up and you both decided it was better to travel back and then leave the planet. 

Somewhere colder. 

Somewhere he would finally ask you to marry him. 

„Din?“ He heard you ask. He tilted his helmeted head towards you, feeling you shiver as the cold Beskar rubbed over your skin, the linen cloth falling from your face. 

„Can you find a spot for a quick break? Somewhere with shade?“ You asked. 

„Of course,“ he promised, already looking around, the many sensors in his helmet looking for a spot, finding one only a few minutes later. 

You hummed satisfied as you saw the spot he was approaching with the speeder, a mountain formation with some dead trees in front of it. 

Din groaned when you pushed your body back against him and he could hear your gasp of surprise when you felt him hard against your ass. 

The speeder slowed down until he parked it right under one of the old trees in the shade and he took a deep breath, enjoying the little shade the mountains and trees were providing.

The spot looked like a dried out waterhole. 

You closed your eyes, pulling the fabric that covered your face down completely to take a deep breath, your body resting against Din’s. 

He brought one of his gloved hands down to rest on your thigh, squeezing it lightly. Biting your lip you pushed your ass against his crotch and you felt him tense for a moment before his other arm wrapped around your middle, pulling you even closer against him. 

„All your wiggling made me hard,“ he groaned and a small smile came to your lips. 

„And you driving this made me wet,“ you said and his fingers on your thigh tensed.

„What are you gonna do about it?“ You challenged and you could feel the deep breath he took, his chest rising against your back before his hand dropped down between your legs, cupping your clothed pussy. 

„I’m gonna fuck you on this speeder. In the middle of the desert,“ he said and you hummed. 

„Yes,“ you gasped, his fingers rubbing against you. Your lips parted, your head falling back against his chest.

The next moment he was off the speeder, turning you around so you were sitting with your back towards the handlebar, his hands protectively keeping you up as he stood between your legs. His helmet tilted, looking down at you and you sucked your bottom lip in, letting go off his hands, to take your top off, hearing him groan through the modulator of his helmet as you exposed yourself to him. 

He ripped his gloves off, his hands cupping your tits in his big palms. 

„Such a good girl for me. Letting me fuck you out in the open, huh?“ He hummed and you nodded eagerly, and he pinched one of your nipples, making you moan. 

„Lay down for me,“ he whispered and you slowly let your back lay down on the worn leather of the speeder, your hands coming to rest behind you, holding onto the handlebar.

Din’s hands ran up your thighs until his fingers hooked into the waistband of the pants you were wearing, 

„Up,“ he hummed and you obeyed, arching your back first so he could pull your pants and panties down before you raised your legs and he took them all the way off, leaving you laying completely naked in front of him. 

„Maker, you’re beautiful,��� he said in awe and you smiled up at him as he stepped closer, his hands parting your legs, his finger slipping through your wet pussy, humming as he found you wet and ready for him. 

Biting your bottom lip you watched him as he unbuckled his belt, followed by the sound of his zipper and finally his hand pulled his beautiful cock out of his pants, his fingers closing around his length, pumping it slowly as his helmet tilted down to look at your pussy. 

Your eyes closed as he used the tip of his cock to play with your clit, circling it before he slipped it through your pussy, pushing into you just so the tip filled you before he pulled out again, playing with your clit again. 

„Always so wet for me,“ he praised and you whined, one of your legs hooking behind him, wanting him inside of you. 

„Please Din,“ you whimpered, looking up at him, „Fuck me,“

And finally he did, pushing his cock into you in one deep thrust, pushing the air out of your lungs as he filled you completely.

„Yes….“ You moaned and he slowly began to move at first, letting you stretch around him, getting used to his girth, because no matter how often you took him, it was always a stretch.  His hands pulled at your legs so they were laying over his shoulders before he took hold of your hips, fucking into you faster, harder, making you cry out. 

„Wanna make you mine,“ he grunted, his fingers digging into your skin as he fucked you harder. 

„I’m yours. Always will be,“ you whined, already feeling close. 

„Yeah?“ He asked and you nodded. 

„Fuck yes,“ he groaned, changing the angle of how he was fucking into you, hitting that one spot that made you see stars, and you moaned his name. 

„There it is,“ he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. 

„You gonna be my good girl and cum for me?“ He asked and you only nodded, your lips parting, gasping for air every time his cock hit that spot. It only took another couple of his thrusts for you to cum, body shaking as he fucked you through your orgasm. 

„Always get so fucking tight for me. Gonna make me cum,“ he groaned and you nodded. 

„Please Din. Please cum inside me. I wanna feel it,“ you whimpered, clenching around him as he continued to fuck into you, a small smile sneaking to your lips as you felt him twitch, inside of you, pumping his cum into you moments later, groaning your name until he stilled, his cock still inside of you. 

You let go of your grip around the handlebars when he reached for you, letting him pull you up against his chest, shivering when you felt the cold Beskar against your skin.

Your eyes were closed when you saw him reach for his helmet, pulling it up just so he could kiss you softly, his lips moving over yours. 

„Marry me,“ hummed against your lips and your lips parted in surprise, your arms crossing behind his back, wanting to be even closer.

„Yes,“ you smiled, shrieking when he pulled his helmet off to kiss you properly. 

[nosesitter]

Jesus fucking Christ I want to print this out and frame it I LOVE THIS I LOVE COBB I LOVE BOSSY MANDO

Do As I Say - 200 Follower Celebration

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Din Djarin x Cobb Vanth x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags: rough sex, unprotected piv, orgasm denial, ruined orgasms, threesome, degrading words, throat fucking, pussy eating, dom!din, begging, din and reader have established relationship, overstimulation, aftercare

Notes: LMAO, um anyways i should be asleep, this was so much fun to write, absolutely expect more threesome fics from me in the future. (this is unbeta'd so look the other way if you see errors) enjoy and ily all!! tysm for 200 !!

Mando'a Translation: senaar'ika - little bird

You and Mando have been in Mos Pelgo for a few days. Tatooine has never been your favorite planet, hell, it’s not even in your top ten but Mando said he had some business here with the Marshal, Cobb Vanth, one of the smoothest talking men you’ve ever met. He’s caused you to stumble on your words on multiple occasions but Mando always swoops in and gives Cobb a subtle reminder of who you belong to, as Mando put it last night. He growled the words in your ear as he fucked himself into you in the darkness of the room you and him were staying in. Cobb and Mando have been pinning for your attention this entire trip, both of them going out of their way to get you to notice them. You’ve been with Mando for a few months and although the two of you have kept it very casual with no labels. You’re certain that if you tried to fuck another person their blood would be on your hands.

Both men are working on repairing a building, Cobb has been casually bringing his tunic up to wipe the sweat away from his brow, showing off his toned muscles to you and Mando has been lifting heavy building pavers as if they weigh no more than a basic pillow. You’ve been watching both men work for the entirety of the day, letting your mind wander to all the lewd and wicked things they could do to you. You bring your glass of spotchka up to your lips as your eyes devour Cobb bringing that Godsdamn tunic up again, he angles his body towards your line of sight every time he does it. You shamefully stare at his glistening torso and you watch as his muscles move while he wipes his forehead. He lets the tunic go and catches your eye, giving you an obvious wink before turning back around to continue his work on the building. You finally tear your eyes away and stare into the familiar visor, it’s staring back at you. You feel the heat of Mando’s stare, he definitely watched you eye fuck Cobb. Instead of folding in on yourself or dropping his stare you decide to smirk slightly. You give him a casual wink before standing and walking back inside the room, letting the blast door close behind you.

You stay in the room and tinker with the blaster Mando gave you. You take it apart and clean it, trying to get your mind off how badly you want to fuck the men working right outside the building you’re in. The door opening brings you out of your thoughts. Mando and Cobb’s silhouettes stand in the doorway. Mando walks through first and takes a seat on a chest across from the bed. Cobb steps in and lets the door close behind him, he crosses his arms with his back against the wall as his eyes stare at you. He has a small knowing smirk on his face and your eyebrows pull together in confusion. The three of you are hardly ever completely alone and the silent tension of the room has your body buzzing with anticipation.

“Come here senaar’ika, sit on my lap.” Mando’s deep voice sends a shiver through your body but you stay planted on your ass. You raise an eyebrow and cock your head to the side as you stare at the Mandalorian sitting across from you.

“Do as I say, come here. Now.” Mando’s authoritative tone has you standing from your spot on the bed without a second thought. You walk across the small room until you're standing between his spread thighs. You move to sit across his thighs like usual but he holds your hips, stopping you. He maneuvers your body until you’re standing with your back to him. His gloved hands tighten on your hips and you catch the hint, sitting down on his lap like this instead. Mando pulls you until your back rests against his chest. His hands move from your sides to your thighs and he spreads them until his knees are between them. He spreads your thighs further until there’s a person sized space between them. Your heart begins to race and your mind tries to comprehend what’s going on right now. This is such an exposed position, and Cobb’s still staring at you. You catch his eye and his smirk turns into a full blown lopsided smile.

“Vanth.” Mando’s silent command is simple, Cobb finally steps away from his spot against the wall. He stalks towards you slowly, stopping right in front of you. You tilt your head back to look up at him. He has a devious glint in his eye and he stares at your body before finally dropping to his knees between your open thighs. His warm hands envelop your thighs and you start breathing heavily as his head turns to bite you right above your knee.

“Is this what you want senaar’ika, do you want both of us to pleasure you?” Mando’s low, raspy voice makes you whine and your hands move to grip his gloved ones. Your entire body is vibrating and your cunt starts throbbing as Cobb stares up into your eyes from his spot on the ground between your thighs.

“Yes, please.” You whisper the words and both men let out a low hum at your approval and consent.

“You heard her Vanth, go ahead and have a taste.” Mando lifts your hips a bit and Cobb jumps into action, moving his fingers to the waistband of your pants. He pulls them off you in one fluid motion, leaving your lower half bare. His jaw falls open as he takes in your naked cunt in front of his face. Mando’s thumbs work reassuring circles into your hips as Cobb drags his lips over your inner thighs. He places teasing nibbles and kisses to the skin there and your hips buck up on instinct, trying to get him closer. He looks up into your eyes as his tongue dives between your folds to finally taste you. He lets out a loud groan and pulls back to speak.

“So sweet, you were right Mando. A delicious treat after such a long day of work.” His face disappears between your thighs again and you move your hands from Mando’s body to wrap your fingers in Cobb’s hair. Mando’s hands dart out and he catches your wrists midair.

“No touching. He can touch you but you’re not allowed to touch him, understand?” A soft whimper dies in your throat but you nod your head. Instead you raise your hands and interlock them behind Mando’s neck to take the temptation away. Mando’s hands move up your sides and he grabs a handful of your chest, squeezing and massaging your breasts. You grind your hips and feel the unmistakable bulge in Mando’s flight suit. Cobb continues working his wet, hot mouth all over you, exploring your body by licking and sucking your lips into his mouth. After a few minutes of teasing licks and soft kisses he finally focuses his attention on your clit and you let out a strangled moan at the sensation. Mando’s warmth behind you keeps you grounded as your mind explodes into pleasure and you realize this is actually happening, Mando is letting Cobb eat you out as you sit on his lap. You grind your hips again, trying to elicit one of the soft groans Mando lets escape when it’s just the two of you.

“Look at how much she’s enjoying this, she’s rubbing her ass against me like the needy little whore she is.” Mando says as he pulls your tunic up over your head, leaving you completely naked between the two fully clothed men. Cobb grunts in reply, you feel his fingers press against your entrance and you clench as his fingers slide into you with no resistance. He curls them inside you and your body jolts at the overwhelming pleasure that fills it. There’s no way you’re going to be able to hold on for longer than a few minutes, your orgasm is already building deep inside you. All you can do is sit here and take whatever pleasure they’re willing to give you and you’ll selfishly accept it. Mando’s pointer finger and thumb twists your nipple, your head falls back against Mando’s shoulder and your eyes screw shut as you bask in how amazing it feels to have two sets of hands on your body. One of Mando’s hands falls away from your chest and he grips your hip, helping you grind yourself against his crotch and Cobb’s mouth. This continues for a few more minutes, your moments away from your release before Cobb reluctantly pulls himself away from cunt. Your building orgam falls away and you let out a needy whine, looking down between your thighs to the man kneeling in front of you.

“I promised Mando that I wouldn’t let you come until both of us are buried inside of you, and I’m nothing if not a man of my word, baby.” Cobb leans back and stands. Mando’s hand dances over your skin and he reaches up to squeeze your throat, turning your head to press your cheek against the cool metal of his helmet.

“Go lay on the bed, with your head hanging off the side senaar’ika.” You stand on shaky legs, and Mando’s hands find your hips again helping you catch your balance. You stumble your way to the bed and lay down on your back with your head hanging over the side like Mando asked. You look at the two upside down men, they both stay still as they take in how you pathetically followed their commands with no questions or whining. Your body is screaming for release, but they continue to stare at you until a few tears prickle your eyes before they quietly fall down your forehead and into your hairline. You open your mouth to speak and they finally move from their frozen spots.

“And you’re sure you’re okay with me fucking her Mando?” Cobb’s attention turns from your naked form on the bed to look at the armored man standing next to him. Mando stays quiet but he nods his head and that’s all the reassurance Cobb needs to crawl onto the bed on his knees to settle himself between your thighs. You lift your aching neck to look at him, he brings his hard cock out of his pants and your eyes widen at the size of him, he’s not as girthy as Mando but he’s just as long. Your head drops back against the side of the bed and your breath picks up. Mando comes to stand at your head, he bends down until his helmet is at your eye line. His voice is so quiet the modulator barely picks up the words he speaks.

“Do you still want this?” His hand comes up to smooth the hair on your head, the reassuring touch calms you and you nod your head. He presses his helmet to your forehead before speaking again.

“I need your words senaar’ika.” His fingers rub against your scalp and you let out a soft moan at the gentle action.

“Yes, I still want this, please.” You say the words loud enough for Cobb to hear you, Mando finally stands and begins to undo his flight suit, pulling his cock free. His hand strokes it slowly as his attention moves from you to the man kneeling between your thighs.

“She’s ready for you, Vanth. I bet she’s so fucking wet too. If her pathetic little moans were anything to go by. She’ll be screaming and begging for us to let her come in no time.” Mando’s cold voice sends more pleasure straight to your cunt and you clench around nothing. You try to raise your head again but Mando grabs your chin and keeps your head off the bed. Both the men rub the heads of their cocks against you, Cobb at your cunt and Mando at your mouth. Mando gives a slight nod of his head and then both of them are pushing themselves inside of you. You moan around Mando’s cock as Cobb buries himself inside of your cunt, he lets out another loud groan and you flutter around him as he begins to pump inside of you in shallow, rhythmic thrusts. Mando takes a different approach by forcing his cock inside your mouth until you’re gagging around his length.

“Gods, she’s so fucking tight.” Your body heats as the two of them talk as if you’re not even in the room, they’re using your body and the idea of it… the act of it turns you on more than you ever thought possible. This is all you’ve thought about for the past few painstaking days. The pleasure Mando brings you will always be more than you could have ever hoped for but the pleasure the both of them are bringing you is indescribable, feeling both of them fuck you like you’re just a warm hole for them to bury their cocks in makes your mind reel. You lose all sense of your physical body as they thrust into your cunt and mouth. All you can do is lay here, writhing against the mattress as their large hands cover your body, moving it to their liking. Cobb wraps his hands around the back of your knees, bringing your ankles up to rest against his biceps as his thrusts become deeper and more powerful. You gasp for air every time Mando pulls his cock from your mouth just to slam it back in until he’s buried deep in your throat. You can already feel the delicious ache setting into your jaw, hips and neck. You’re going to be feeling both of them for the next few hours to come.

Mando’s hand glides down your body to grab your chest against as his other hand wraps around your throat to feel himself there. Everytime his cock slides down your throat and he feels the bulge beneath his palm he lets out a soft groan. The room fills with the sounds of Mando’s groans, your muffled whimpers and moans and Cobb’s quiet words of encouragement. Cobb is an extremely praiseful lover, constantly murmuring how good you’re doing, how well you’re taking him, how amazing you feel wrapped around his cock. Your forgotten clit throbs, screaming for one of them to massage it but you stay quiet, obediently taking Mando and Cobb both as they use you to their desire.

Mando’s cock pushes spit out of your mouth and you feel it sliding down your cheeks towards your closed eyes. You almost scream in relief when Cobb’s thumb find your clit and he starts to work soft, torturous circles around it, making sure to keep his pressure light and uneven. He’s teasing you, dangling your pleasure in front of you without letting you actually catch it.

“What do you think Mando, do you think she’s fucked out enough? Should we let her come now?” You try to nod around Mando thrusting into your mouth. He stays quiet for a moment, letting his hips slow to a steady, shallow pace. He holds his cock in your mouth for a moment before removing it to look down at you. You finally open your eyes and squint around the spit surrounding them to stare up at him with a pleading look on your face.

“What do you say senaar’ika? Where are your manners?” Mando rubs the head of his cock along your cheek as Cobb picks up to a brutal pace. His thumb finally comes into full contact with your clit and you let out a strangled, hoarse scream as your orgasm begins to crest, you bite your lip enough for it to be painful, you need something to help you hold on as you choke out the words you know Mando wants to hear.

“Please! Please let me come!” You beg as your orgasm fights to consume you, Cobb doesn’t let up and you clench around him as your body ignites in a fury of the orgasm that was ripped away from you earlier.

“Oh come on baby, you can beg better than that right? You need to show us you really want it.” Cobb pulls his thumb away from your clit as he speaks and you let out another scream as another orgasm recedes, tears start to form in your eyes again as you become overwhelmed and irritated by the two men.

“Dank Farrik! Make me come right fucking now. Please Gods, I need to come!” You sob as Cobb’s hips slow down, his thrusts become shallow again and you let out a half scream, half whimper as your release falls away from you.

“You fucking asshol–” You aren’t able to get the rest of your sentence out because Mando thrusts his cock into your mouth, he picks up his rough pace again and his hand tightens around your throat.

“Only nice girls get to come. Those words weren’t very nice. Try again.” Your head throbs as Mando continues to cut off your air supply. He rips his cock out of your mouth and you gasp for air, your raw throat stinging as you gulp down as much as possible.

“Please, please, please. I need you two to make me come. I’ll – I’ll do anything! Please!” Your voice is hoarse and whiny as you continue to beg Mando and Cobb to let you finally come. They’ve kept you riding the edge for too long and your entire body is alight with a painful need for release.

“There we go baby. All you needed to do was ask nicely.” Cobb picks his pace up again and his thumb returns to massage your clit. You let out a relieved breath, your body is starting to ache and you aren’t sure how much more of their playing you can take.

“Don’t come inside her, Vanth.” Mando says the words as he gently presses his cock back into your mouth, he can tell you’re almost reaching your limits and he makes sure to keep his thrusts soft and shallow so you’re able to breathe correctly.

“Hear you loud and clear Mando.” Cobb grits the words out between his teeth and you know he’s just as close as you are. Your ruined orgasm comes back with a vengeance and your body lifts off the bed as you feel it building inside you. Goosebumps cover your body and Mando gently strokes your cheek as he waits for you to fall over the edge into the bliss you’ve patiently waited and begged for. Your body ripples and you let out a soft whine around Mando.

“You’ve done so good for us, senaar'ika. Come for us, just like that. Let go.” Mando’s encouraging words are what tip you over the edge. You moan as your orgasm rips through you, your body spasms and Cobb rubs his hand up and down your thigh as he whispers praise, his hips stutter but he holds on long enough to let you feel the entirety of your orgasm. Your cunt flutters and clenches around him as the aftershocks of your climax rock through your body. Cobb finally slows his hips to a stop before he gently pulls out of you. He fists his cock for a few seconds before you feel his warm come covering the skin of your stomach. Mando pulls out of your mouth without coming, he kneels down and his hands rub soothing circles into the tense, aching muscles of your neck as Cobb wipes his come off your stomach before massaging your sore hips. Your head feels so light and fuzzy. Your moments away from slipping into a deep sleep but Mando’s voice pulls you back to full consciousness.

“Okay, we had our fun. Now get out of our room.” You sit up and sway a bit as you watch Cobb adjust himself. His eyes meet yours and he offers you a warm smile that makes you feel safe.

“Thank you for sharing Mando.” He turns his attention to Mando to speak before looking at you again. “And thank you for trusting me, get some rest baby.” He winks at you before turning and leaving you and Mando alone in the room. You lay in the middle of the bed feeling sore and boneless. Your eyes watch Mando as he strips out of all his armor. He turns the light off and plunges the small room into total darkness. You feel the bed dip and Mando pulls you into his chest, his unmodulated voice makes you melt a bit.

“Are you feeling okay?” He rubs a hand up and down your arm as you relax back against him. Are you feeling okay? You’re sore, tired and still a bit overwhelmed but you feel good, better than good, you feel amazing.

“I feel good.” Your hoarse voice is quiet and Mando presses a soft kiss to your shoulder. Your hazy brain thinks for a second before you speak again. “Wait, you didn’t get to come.” You try to turn around but Mando holds you against him, keeping you in place.

“This wasn’t for me, senaar'ika. It was for you. Now sleep.” You don’t protest any further and you’re lulled into a much needed nap as Mando continues to let his hands linger on the skin of your fucked out, exhausted body.

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Pedro Pascal Character Fanfiction Recs | Vol 34

AO3 | Kofi | Main Masterlist | The Spreadsheet Masterlist

Howdy folks!

Welcome to the Spreadsheet Digest, my weekly(ish) fic rec post. This is everything I read in the last two weeks. I was on a bit of a Din kick, but fear not, there are other boys here too.

All info provided by the author unless it was blank, in which case I filled it in.

Fic Recs Below!

lost, found

Dieter one shot by @sp00kymulderr

When Dieter is hurt by the words of someone else, he turns to his art to help him. What he really needs is you.

homophobia, unsupportive family, bad family relationships, drug use, alcohol use, implied poly relationship, sex mentions, angst angst angst. There is an ezra in this, whether he is our ezra or not is up to you. writer projecting their emotions on to their favourite character.

Well it's love, make it hurt

Din series by @corazondebeskar-reads

After The Mandalorian begrudgingly teamed up with you for a big-ticket bounty, you find you work surprisingly well together, and you propose a short-term partnership. Weeks become months, and your hunting partnership becomes muddled as you explore a new dynamic onboard the Razor Crest.

BDSM, d/s dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, s/m dynamics, sadism, masochism, bondage, bounty hunting, canon-typical violence, descriptions of injury, p in v unprotected sex, oral sex (m&f receiving), anal, toys, impact play, spanking, use of "sir," no y/n, all chapter titles are taking back sunday lyrics, explicit consent, aftercare, big meat Mando, soft dom din, din djarin removes the helmet but does not reveal his face

you've been a bad girl

Din one shot by @beskarandblasters

You’ve been a bad girl and Din decides to punish you by keeping you on a collar and leash

canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), dom/sub, degradation, pet names (good girl, cyar’ika), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, praising, no use of y/n

sorgan girls are easy

Din one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Din gets off to a pretty girl he met in the past

male masturbation, PIV (past), infidelity (past), hair pulling (past)

Rescue Me

Din series by @charnelhouse

Mando rescues a girl and develops a life-ruining crush.

Innocence kink. Age Gap. Smut. Screwing someone to get the other out of their head trope. Loss of Virginity (a tad bit of blood). Fluids. Dirty talk. Angst. Smut. semi-public sex. language. ptsd. fluff.

sweaty hands, reluctant hearts

Din one shot by 221bshrlocked (AO3)

He never thought the day would come when he’d hear you saying you wanted to leave (him). Yes there was an understanding between the two of you that you were hired to help him care for the Child and to somehow keep the Razor Crest alive and working. And he knew it made sense for you to find work elsewhere now that the Razor Crest was destroyed and the Child was with his own kind. But he just assumed you weren’t going to leave considering it’s been a couple of months since he’d given the kid to the Jedi and you never brought it up. It hurt hearing you say those words, especially when he realized he wasn’t meant to hear them and that you were confiding in Cobb Vanth of all people. Turns out, all Mando needed was to see the Marshal eye-fucking you as you fixed the new ship and overshared your thoughts for him to snap and finally make a move. Hopefully he can change your mind…

angst, smut, jealous mando, the helmet comes off, rough sex, penetrative sex, oral sex, breeding kink, slight exhibitionism, sweaty sex, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, sweet talk, mando’a, shy/fluffy mando, touch starved, post season 2 - no grogu, some non con elements due to overstimulation, but everyone is consenting.

i wonder if you stopped his world like you stopped mine

Frankie one shot by @chronically-ghosted

watching the woman he loves be with someone else is killing him, but for your sake, he manages. But when Benny's birthday loosens him up, he can't help but bear his soul over a phone call. Too bad you don't pick up and he's forced to leave the evidence in a voicemail.

pining, light angst, idiots in love, country music as a catalyst, romance, tw alcohol, tw drinking, hangovers, ultimately very fluffy

ruthless

Joel one shot by @whatsnewalycat

Joel is essentially your step dad and he catches you sneaking out instead of manning the radio like you're supposed to... so he punishes you.

DDDNE, literally just a fucked up stepdad/mom's bf fantasy, could read "mom" as tess but I don't name her or assign physical features to her or reader, post-outbreak, reader is def over 18 but not by much so yeah age gap, NON-CONSENSUAL, power imbalance, unethical d/s dynamic, slapping, spanking, punishment, orgasm delay/denial, humiliation, degradation, face fucking, anal sex, little to no aftercare

the warmth of your gaze, the lingering of your touch

Joel one shot by @beskarandblasters

After an evening out with Joel you come home to go to bed together, leading to some other activities before the night ends.

reader is disabled and uses a wheelchair, no outbreak AU, Joel can lift reader, fingering, oral sex, praising, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (darlin’, pretty girl, baby, angel), fluff, no use of y/n

undercover

Tim Rockford series by @secretelephanttattoo

It's been 20 years since you left LAPD and stopped answering his calls. What happens when you partner up again after all this time?

Idiots who won't admit their feelings. Or if we're being polite: friends to ex-friends to work partners to lovers. Miscommunication. Slow burn romance with eventual explicit smut. The holsters come with their own warning. the dressDave Yorkseries@janaispunkYou’re having an affair with Dave York. When he takes you on a week-long vacation, you realize that you have deeper feelings for him than you should. explicit smut (18+ only, mdni), angst, infidelity, fluff, somewhat questionable relationship dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, dom!dave, sub!reader, able-bodied reader, dave pulls her hair, no use of y/n, idiots in love, more specific warnings at the start of each chapter

the dress

Dave York series by @janaispunk

You’re having an affair with Dave York. When he takes you on a week-long vacation, you realize that you have deeper feelings for him than you should.

explicit smut (18+ only, mdni), angst, infidelity, fluff, somewhat questionable relationship dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, dom!dave, sub!reader, able-bodied reader, dave pulls her hair, no use of y/n, idiots in love, more specific warnings at the start of each chapter

My Recent Fics

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Happy Reading!

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Welcome to my blog! My nickname is "angel". I'm a 32 year old, non binary, queer nerd with lots of obsessions and blorbos! I have ADHD and possibly autism, too. I write, draw and do calligraphy. Commissions for calligraphy are open right now!

My blog is self insert and OC friendly. Feel free to interact, I'm always happy to meet new (adult) people.

My current obsessions and interests:

Rings of Power

Lord of the Rings

The Mandalorian

Timothy Olyphant and "Justified"

Stranger Things

Pedro Pascal

Supernatural

Halsin from Baldur's Gate 3

Harry Potter fans will be BLOCKED immediately.

Steve x Eddie

A touch of cinnamon and spice: chapter 1 or on AO3

Steddie x Judas Priest: part 1 part 2 or on AO3

Filthy Steddie drabble

Camp Phantom Lake 1986 or on AO3

Movie date: part 1 part 2 part 3 or on AO3

Take a look to the sky just before you die or on AO3

Steddie in 1992 headcanon or on AO3

The End of the World or on AO3

Elrond x reader

My shadows AO3

More on AO3 here!

Celebrimbor x Elrond

Posted as a series on AO3 here

Ever fallen head over heels

Gil-galad x Elrond

Posted as a series on AO3 here

Celebrimbor x Gil-galad

The Arrangement AO3

have it your way (Din Djarin x Cobb Vanth ♡ smut) or on AO3

Claim me (Halsin x reader ♡ smut) or on AO3

Source of pleasure (Halsin x Astarion x reader ♡ smut) or on AO3

Spending a rainy day with Halsin (Halsin x reader) or on AO3

Burnin' for you (Javi Gutierrez x reader ♡ smut) AO3

Calligraphy commissions are open

finished commissions:

King Theoden commission

Rivendell commission

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🩵 Mae’s Master List

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Crosshair

A Friend Indeed 🌼❤️‍🩹⚡️ (feat. big bro Wrecker) Two years after settling on Pabu, Crosshair still grapples with recurring nightmares and sleep paralysis. Despite his reluctance to open up, Wrecker's efforts help Crosshair discover unexpected comfort in familiar places.

A Little Kindness, pt. 1 🌼❤️‍🩹 It’s been a few months since Crosshair and his family returned from Tantiss for the last time. Settling into civilian life hasn’t been easy, but one Pabu resident shows Crosshair some kindness that makes him want to try.

A Little Kindness, pt. 2 🌼❤️‍🩹 (coming soon!)

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Tech

Back To Sleep 🌼❤️‍🩹⚡️(inspired by ghostymarni’s gorg Tech artwork here!) After some bad dreams interrupt your sleep, you find some unexpected comfort in your beloved partner, Tech.

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Boba Fett

The Protectors of Tatooine 🌼❤️‍🩹🔥📚 (WIP)

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Cobb Vanth

Old Friends, New Friends 🌼❤️‍🩹🔥📚 (WIP)

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