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swan-of-sunrise · 8 months ago
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My Current WIP's!
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Hi guys! Lately, I've had an insane amount of energy and motivation to write, so I'm coming at you with a little WIP update today! 💖
Tales From The SSR/Specs and the Flyboy (Jack Thompson X F!Reader): I'm working on a nice little one-shot from Jarvis' POV, set between Chapter 10 and 11 of Specs and the Flyboy, that'll expand a little on his relationship with Specs and their friendship with Howard Stark. It's nothing too deep, but I'm really enjoying writing from my favorite butler's POV!
Taking Care of Business (Din Djarin X F!Reader): I know, I know, I promised to give ya'll more Din and Alor'ad a long time ago, but better late than never, right? I'm working on a fluffy one-shot about their life on Nevarro with Grogu and whether or not they're gonna expand their little clan of three, so definitely keep a look out for that!
What The World Needs Now... (Charles Xavier X F!Reader): This one might come as a surprise, but I'm working on a Part 2! It's about the growing attraction between Charles and his school's newest professor, and I'm having so much fun revisiting the 20th Century Fox X-Men Universe lol it might not be canon in the MCU, but it holds a special place in my heart!
Untitled Cobb Vanth X F!Reader: I'm so ashamed that it's taken me so long to make do on my promise to write a Cobb Vanth fic, but I finally feel confident in my outline and I can't wait for ya'll to read this, it's so damn cute!
So yeah, that’s pretty much it. Which stories or one-shots are you guys looking forward to? Let me know and don’t forget to give my fanfiction masterlist a like if you’re interested in reading any of this, I always update it after posting a new work!
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corazondebeskar-reads · 1 year ago
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toni's fanfic masterlist
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a collection of all of my fic, mostly ft. Din Djarin and Joel Miller
Key: 🏴 = dark, 💕 = fluff, ⛓ = bdsm, 💀 = dead dove do not eat
18+ ONLY, minors DNI. All fics on this list are explicit and f!reader unless otherwise stated.
also on ao3
dividers by @saradika-graphics
last updated: 10/25/2024
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Din Djarin
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⛓💕 well it's love, make it hurt
(Complete, dom!Din Djarin x f!reader)
summary: 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.
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🏴 live to rise
(complete; gladiator!Din Djarin x f!reader)
summary: The Last of the Mandalorians have fallen; their Mand'alor captured. Stripped of his armor, his weapons, his people. Din rises to fight another day, grasping onto the hope that his son still lives.
No fighter has won their freedom from the Empire's arena before. With the help of a servant girl, can he hope to break free?
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One Shots
don't let me get carried away
summary: Mando finds the toy you use when he's gone and makes you demonstrate.
for Manda'yaim (Din Djarin x f!reader x Paz Vizsla)
summary: Now that they have reclaimed their homeworld, the Children of the Watch resurrect an ancient ritual to secure the future of their people. Reader is one of the volunteers chosen to bear the next generation of Mando'ade.
🏴💀 worry not
summary: Mand'alor Din Djarin is haunted by the Darksaber, and you suffer the consequences.
💕 mhi ba'juri verde
summary: After Din is crowned Mand'alor, you make good on your promise to fulfill the rest of your vows.
🏴 ori'skraan
summary: The Mand'alor needs to feed to regain his strength, so you are called upon to fulfill the most sacred of your duties.
🏴💀I'll take care of you
summary: Din takes care of you after a head injury leaves you helpless.
stuck in a lonely loop
summary: Din can't let go of the feeling that something's wrong, even if you deny it.
🏴nobody is coming to save you
summary: You get caught by a Mandalorian bounty hunter after fleeing your marriage.
something worse
summary: you're an imperial officer loyal to moff gideon — until a run in with the mandalorian and his weird magic baby.
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Din Djarin x reader x Boba Fett
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copaani gaan? (Din Djarin x f!reader x Boba Fett)
summary: Din catches you blushing after Boba Fett flirts with you. He instigates and encourages you to fuck Fett while he watches.
mhi me'dinui an and prequel (Din Djarin x f!reader x Boba Fett x Cobb Vanth)
summary: After the events of The Book of Boba Fett, you get railed by Din Djarin, Boba Fett, and Cobb Vanth.
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Joel Miller
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🏴💀 all I did was what I had to (complete; dark!Joel x f!reader)
summary: this is a series of snapshots following dark!raider/hunter!Joel Miller and f!reader, who he saves from her abusive spouse for a slightly better situation. It's very dark and so far all the parts involve watersports, if that's your kind of thing.
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you know you never stood a chance (complete; qz!Joel x f!reader)
summary: When your neighbor Joel finds out you've resorted to prostitution to make ends meet, he makes sure he's your first client, and proposes a different deal.
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ain't no rest for the wicked (complete; tess x f!reader x joel)
summary: Joel would never complain about what he and Tess have. The only thing is that, sometimes, he’d like to be the one in control. Tess has a proposition: she’ll find a sub for Joel that they can both enjoy. It’s not an easy feat... until they stumble upon you in a dark alley. 
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🏴💀 the art of breaking (mini-series)
summary: Your meeting is happenstance, but everything that follows? Well, that’s all Joel. He just knows you’re going to be his perfect little toy. He just has to show you how.
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🏴of rage and ruin (ongoing; werewolf!alpha!Joel Miller x f!omega!reader)
summary: Joel Miller made it twelve years into the apocalypse without getting bit. He turns into a much different kind of monster than he expected, though.
fall, with you (mini-series)
summary: to love fall. to fall in love. to fall, with you. a burgeoning romance with joel miller. a collection of autumns long past. the end of the world. falling, falling, falling, with you.
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One Shots
🏴💀 the devil you don't know (or however it goes)
summary: When Joel's men bring back the (adult) daughter of a rival group of hunters, he sees an opportunity. This is VERY dark.
-- the aftermath (by demand; my thoughts on the possible endings. i stand by the original though.)
💕 a home amongst the stars
summary: Joel gets home after a late patrol and finds solace in your warm body.
💕 to know that you're mine
summary: Joel Miller is a pussy eating king with a praise kink. That's it, that's the fic. sub!Joel if you squint.
remember what you're staring at is me
summary: A videotape is left on your porch one morning, and it changes everything about your budding relationship with Joel Miller.
drabbles/ficlets
🏴💀 too much
summary: you never know when to shut up.
🏴 not enough
summary: a companion to "too much;" it's rough sex and choking with Joel. that's it, that's the fic.
🏴💀no one could save me but you
summary: You're under the care of Dr. Miller at an inpatient mental health facility. He has a vested interest in your "recovery."
🏴💀seasons don't
summary: Your husband dies a hero, but it's no comfort to you.
🏴💀no loyalty in the apocalypse
summary: Your group falls victim to Joel Miller's hunters.
🏴💀better run
summary: You should have never tried to run from Joel.
💕 let's all go to the lobby
summary: a date night with joel miller
💕 could be
summary: jackson is not your home. joel miller is not your boyfriend. but they could be.
💀 get some on my love
summary: you visit Joel Miller to get what you need.
Honorable Mentions: Events
(most of these are in the other sections but if you want to read through in order, there's this.)
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Febuwhump 2024
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galactic-academia · 2 years ago
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A Good Rub
Rating: E, minors pass your way.
Category: F/M
Fandom: The Mandalorian
Relationship: Cobb Vanth x F!Reader
Tags: Flirting, language, fluff, massage (M receiving), fingering (F receiving), very brief oral sex (M receiving), dirty talk, unprotected PIV (don’t be a fool: wrap your tool)
Words: 5,2K
Summary: Cobb Vanth is the best Marshal Mos Pelgo could have dreamed of, but at the end of the day, he’s still a man and his back is killing him. That, you can take care of (loosely set before the events of TBOBF)
Notes: Alright, believe it or not, but I’ve been working on that for months, so I’m very happy to finally share it. I’m not used to write smut, but I did my best, please be indulgent, also I’m not a native, please, forgive my mistakes. Reader is described as a woman with breasts and female genitalia, but no further descriptions (if somethings escaped to me, please say so and I’ll correct it).
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«Oh, stars! Right there...»
He hadn’t meant to sound like this; needy, hoarse, it had been punched out of his lungs and he was considering himself lucky that this vulnerable sound hadn’t turned into a full moan. Still, he blushed as you immediately complied, pressing hard into the muscles of the Marshal’s lower back, then repeating the exact same move, but with less intensity, and again, softly - almost caressing - before setting on another group of muscles.
It had been your idea, you had started all of this - that he was sure about - but how exactly he had turned lucky enough to end up lying, half naked, in your bed; Cobb Vanth was still processing. Not to mention the fact that you were Hell bent on helping him to relax, thus the massage the Marshal was currently enjoying... A little too much.
Granted, it had been a tough day; Barzan’s flock of banthas having run off the previous night, as many people of Mos Pelgo as there were available land-speeders had tramped the Dunes Sea in search of the contumacious animals all day long. On the evening, Barzan had all his cattle back and secure in a paddock, and Taanti had treated the valiant sand rangers to a round of drinks on the house - even if he had grumbled in his non-existent beard all along.
Of course, Cobb had partaken in the searching mission today; led it, actually, he also had helped Barzan to steer his banthas back where they belonged after roaming the desert for hours, and he went to Taanti’s celebration, for the Weequay would certainly have removed the Marshal’s head from his shoulders if he hadn’t.
It was beginning to be late when Cobb had left the cantina. Quite frankly, there was nothing his heart desired more than just lying down and be unconscious for a few hours, but he still had business to attend.
«AWWww...»
Unfortunately for him, while still being in excellent shape, vigorous and strong as all Hell, the Marshal wasn’t as young as he used to be, as his back just had nastily reminded him.
«Hiya, Marshal.»
Cobb grimaced to himself - of course, you would be the one to catch him during a vulnerable moment - before turning around to face you, all charming, cheeky smiles, and pretend to scratch an itch instead of holding on tight to his crumpling vertebrae. The good sheriff truly couldn’t care less about what people thought of his persona, he hadn’t any time for that kind of bantha shit. But you weren’t «people», and even if he would rather die than admit it out loud, Cobb always jumped on any and all occasions to impress you.
«Good evenin’, my fair lady», Cobb gave it a shot, even if he knew it was useless. Hadn’t you knew him as well as you did, you would have fallen for his act, but you could see right through him - on this point, at least - and knew your beloved Marshal was still upright by sheer stubbornness only.
«May I ask you where you’re heading to on this pleasant evening?»
You also were at Taanti’s, you knew where he was coming from and Cobb was sure you were ready to bid everything you had on the fact that he was not heading home. It was a game the two of you had been playing for far too long, and you were still falling in each other’s traps every single time. Falling for each other.
«I’m on my way to she Sheriff’s Office, where a thing or two are still waitin’ to be taken care of before I can call it a night.» Cobb noticed your arms crossed on your chest and your head tilted in frustration: that was what you were excepting to hear and you weren’t happy about it. «But if there’s anything you need, just say the word, and I’ll be all yours.»
You let a little huff escape by your nose and turned your head to the side, breaking eye contact, but a half smile blossomed on your lips nonetheless. Yeah, putting a smile on your face, he never failed to. Oh, you did bite your lips to try to conceal your growing grin, but in vain. You couldn’t resist the Marshal, he always managed to make you melt. Giving in, you grinned freely and even let yourself go as far as giggling. And there was nothing Cobb liked more than making you go all bashful.
«Indeed, Marshal, there’s something I do need.» You held your hand slightly, inviting Cobb to take it and brush his lips across your knuckles like he sometimes did when he felt brave enough, or when the need to be close to you turned into an ache impossible to soothe.
«Ma’am -», and he did, he did lift your hand and softly, delicately, let the plump of his lips and the tingle of his moustache caress the thin skin - not of your knuckles - but of your fingertips, «- your wishes are my commands.»
«Truly?» Oh he should know better than blindly trusting you when you act all innocent and shy like that. But, what can he say? You’re his weak spot.
«Whatever you want, just name it and I’m your man.»
Too much. He had said too much. It’s the truth, not even disguised as a tease or a silly jab. He would do whatever you want. He would be your man, if you’d let him. And yet, Cobb can’t make himself regret his words, not when these instants, hushed, stolen, whispered in the dark, are more thrilling than anything he has ever experienced.
Never taking your hand out of his, you turned around to go back inside, «Come on in, then Cobb», and he diligently followed you, like he promised he would. The Marshal hadn’t paid attention, when he was outside, that he had almost collapsed under your window and, as you led him to your bedroom, where you left him to go rummage into the adjoining little bathroom, he tried to not mull on that thought.
«So, what’s the problem? Is there a sand spider in there? Somethin’ that needs to be fixed?» Cobb was feeling antsy, he was trying to not invade your privacy, but miserably failing at not noticing the soft, rumpled sheets, appealing to his tired body. The pillows were looking unbearably comfy and he felt a sudden pang of longing at the thought of lying there, entangled with you, his nose buried in the nape of your neck - or in your hair - and just breathing you in... However, a flash of pink got him out of his reverie as soon as he caught it; was it your dressing gown laying there, abandoned, on the bed? Did you... Shed it?
Of course she’s in her sleeping attire, you moron, not everyone needs to be dead on their feet to judge it’s time for some shut eyes, like you do!
«My problem is that you’re literally working yourself to death.» You came out of the bathroom in your night gear only - and this time Cobb didn’t fail to notice it - and gave him a towel. «And since you promised you would do whatever I want, you’re going to lie down and let me give a good rub to your poor back.»
The Marshal should have been ashamed - and he would, had he been in his normal state -  but the sight of you had short-circuited his brain. You weren’t wearing anything fancy, but it was light enough to be bearable on this warm night. Ample, to be comfortable, the exact opposite of Cobb’s pants, becoming tighter by the minute, just seeing how much your breasts were now free to gently bounce as you waved in the direction of the bed. «Off with your clothes».
That caught the Marshal’s attention.
«I’m sorry, what?»
All flushed and looking down, you still powered through your embarrassment, «Y-you take off as much cl-clothes as you’re comfortable to and you lie on the bed. I’m... I’m going to give you a massage. If it’s ok with you?»
Cobb wanted to laugh, manically so. You, the plump, young, soft thing, were asking him, the broken, exhausted, middle-aged man, if he were ok with disrobing and lying in your bed so you could touch him? What the Hell are they putting in the Spotchka, these days? But sensing you wouldn’t agree with him on the absolute fuckery of the situation, the Marshal just croacked a «Yeah, darlin’, that’s very ok with me», before starting to blindly remove his bandolier and his blaster. And the bright smile you gave him before going back to the bathroom made him tell to his screaming conscience to go fuck itself.
As you had asked him to, the Marshal got rid of his shirt and his signature red scarf, then his boots and - while he was at it - his socks, because even if he were still trying to convince his traitorous body to calm the fuck down, Cobb was very well aware that there were a few things unsexier than a man in his drawers with his socks still on. To his credit, the good sheriff hadn’t had the intention to take his pants off, not until he truly looked at them. He had quickly showered before going to Taanti’s, but the celebration had been a little wild for some of the villagers and one of them had spilled their drink on Cobb. His shirt has been mostly spared, but his pants had taken it all and they were now sticky and stinking of alcohol. There was no way he was letting that garbage go anywhere near your little nest.
That’s how Cobb Vanth ended up to crawl - mostly naked - in your bed. No big deals, just a nice massage from a friend, nothing to fuss about. If only the rest of his body could get the memo... The Marshal was bitterly chastising himself and grabbing for a pillow to rest his head upon when you finally came back from the bathroom.
«Comfy?», you asked, dropping off some items Cobb hadn’t had time to identify, before crawling on the mattress and settling on the back of Cobb’s thighs.
Certain the Maker was testing him, the Marshal managed to croak a pitiful «Yeah», before he buried his face into the pillow. That proved to be a tactical error when, upon his first breath into the material, your smell flood his nose. Cobb must have grabbed just the one you sleep with; of course he had.
«Alright then,» he heard you mumbling to yourself, «let’s do this.» The Marshal felt you wiggling against his ass and fiddling with the Maker knows what for a few seconds, and the tingle of the material of your loose sleep shirt on his skin was torture already. However, nothing could have prepared him to the feeling of your hands. They were warm and soft, and gliding unexpectedly smoothly over his neck, shoulders and upper back. That alone was very pleasant, and Cobb was almost ready to lose the battle against his body when something cool went dripping onto his back, making him startle a little.
«Sorry, this is just some moisturiser, so your skin won’t be chafed. Is that ok?»
Not trusting his tongue anymore and biting on his lips to contain the groan that was threatening to escape, the Marshal just made a positive noise without lifting his face off the pillow.
Satisfied with the answer, you went back to work, first rubbing with the palm of your hands, before getting your fingers to dig into the knots you found, applying pressure and steadily moving.
«I’m so happy you’re letting me doing this for you», you spoke so quietly, hushedly, as if you were afraid to ruin the moment, or to scare him, «You’re always taking care of us, we’re so blessed to have you Cobb... I hope you know that.»
Hadn’t he been down to his briefs, dizzy with pleasure and with your knees bracketing his hips, the good Marshal would certainly have found a way to evade your praises. He would distract you or simply find a reason to flee. Your kind words made him uncomfortable; he craved them, like he craved your attention and your affection, but once he had them, he didn’t know what to do with himself anymore. But here, trapped under you, with his brain flooded with endorphins... It wasn’t a problem anymore.
«You’re too good to me, sugar, I don’t deserve you.»
«You deserve everything and then some more, Cobb, let me be good to you.»
Somewhere deep inside, the Marshal knew he had put himself in an impossible position. You were there, showering him with soft touches and kindness, and whatever you may think, he was still just a man with an erection pressing into the mattress. Listening to you saying you wanted to be good to him wouldn’t help him to calm down, neither would the fact that you had now decided to give some love to his lower back, each movements of your hands pushing Cobb’s hips into the bed, forcing him to hump the sheets.
Some broken groans started to escape him, the Marshal couldn’t contain them anymore, not when he was growing harder and harder, his drawers damp with precome. Not when you were spurring him on.
«That’s it, here you go, let it all go, I’ve got you. Let it be good for you.»
Cobb was panting, trying his damnest to not squirm, to not lean into your touch and chase the friction your firm mattress provided to his cock, when it happened all at once. He felt your nimble fingers sneaking under the elastic of his underpants to access his lower vertebrae - those which were hurting the most - and kneed, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain up his spine and his hips grinding down against the bed some more.
«Oh, stars! Right there...»
No, Cobb hadn’t meant to sound like this, and he knew he should have asked you to stop, especially when he felt a warm burst of precome shoot from his throbbing shaft only to come dripping down, adding to the sticky mess he had made of his briefs, oozing through the fabric and into your sheets. But it was so good...
Lost into the sensation of your hands working his muscles back into submission, the Marshal unthinkingly grind down more violently and let out a sinful, purring sound... To which you echoed an answering moan.
It had been a tiny sound, a delightfully pathetic little mewl, but it stuck Cobb light lightening. He raised himself on his elbows and turned his head to look at you above his shoulder. There you were, still perched on the back of his legs, all flushed and dishevelled, mortified. Irresistible. One moment you were kneeling on the bed and the next Cobb had flipped you under him and was devouring your mouth like a starved man.
The squeaking noise you made when your back hit the mattress didn’t do anything to deter the Marshal, not when your arms immediately went around his shoulders and neck for you to pull him closer. It made something clench in Cobb’s chest and his hunger for you took the second place behind the absolute delight that flooded him. You wanted this at least as much as he did. You wanted him. The Marshal let his fever morph into something savoring and languid, almost teasing. It made you smile against his lips as you pushed one of your hands into his silver locks and let out a giddy little noise.
His heart threatening to leap out of his chest, Cobb broke the kiss only to set his forehead against yours, his eyes closed.
«You have no idea for how long I have wanted to do this.»
«Do it again, then.»
Your mouth went back to his, even hungrier than before.
«Please Cobb, please...», your breathy little pleas, whimpered between fervent kisses proved to be the Marshal’s undoing. With quick, efficient moves, he unceremoniously threw your clothes to the floor, before starting to cover your body with kisses and roguish little nips that make you squirm under him.
«’Ve got you, baby, don’t you worry. Look at you, all worked up already and I barely touched you...»
Equally playful and amazed, Cobb swiftly swiped his tongue across your nipples and started to leave  kitten licks on both of them, making you shudder and moan some more.
«D-Don’t tease! Cobb, d-»
«’M not teasing.» He totally was and hadn’t any intention to stop. When his gaze levelled with your navel, a devilish grin - the one that screamed troubles and that you loved so much - painted itself on his lips, «Just savoring my pretty girl. You’re such a treat, all sweet and soft for me, aren’t ya honey?»
He let his tongue slowly dip in your navel, then retreat back up, leaving some saliva pool in it. Then he repeated the motion, a little faster with every pass of his tongue, until he was fucking his saliva in and out your navel and you were desperately trying to press your tights together and shaking your head from side to side.
«What do you want, sweet girl?» Cobb asked, lifting himself up from your belly to grab your wrists and remove your arms from your face. His bright eyes turned soft upon beholding your own gaze: unfocused and watery, but full of want, «Tell me, baby, tell me and it’s all yours.»
You promptly released your arms from the Marshal’s hold - much faster than he thought you were able to in your state - only to clutch to his neck, smashing your lips back together. It was messy and without any finesse, but your eagerness made something primal and possessive curl into Cobb’s stomach. At last, between sloppy kisses, you managed to slur, «Want you... All of you, like you promised...»
Had he still been a young man, the Marshal would have made a fool of himself, already. Half mad with want, he started to babble into your ear while sliding his fingers under your panties to run them down your legs. «You got me, sweet thing, you got me. I did promise, didn’t I? Wouldn’t dream of breaking my oath, not to you. Open up for me, yeah? You took such great care of me tonight, now it’s my turn...»
His long, thick fingers found your mound, lightly grazing your clit before softly parting your folds while his tongue teased yours in a gentle caress, somewhat placating your desperation, slowing down almost to a halt where you breathed each other in. Then, without any warning, he sank two digits in your soaking heat, swallowing the gasping cry you let out. «So wet, baby, so perfect for me, always...» The twist he added to his move as he eased them out made you shudder, your mouth open in glee. «M’gonna give you everything you want». He pushed his fingers back inside, curling into you, again and again, as your grip on his shoulders became painfully tight. «Gonna ruin you».
You already were ruined, had been since well before he had first touched you, before he had graced you with a quick hug in thanks. But that, Cobb wasn’t aware of. The drawn-out pinning for your Marshal, all the little things you had shared, those secret smiles, those stolen looks, those quick winks and lips almost blood-bitten, collected like sanctified tokens and tucked in a corner of your memory for rainy days, they all came surfacing to be crowned when the rising tension in your lower stomach suddenly snapped. You gushed on Cobb’s fingers with a surprised moan he gladly swallowed, your legs wrapping around him.
When the Marshal finally left your lips for more than a quick, much needed breath, it was for lifting his soaked fingers from your center to curl his tongue around them. You were breathless - he always had had this effect on you, turned you into an anxious, but giddy mess each time he appeared in your line of sight - but not enough to prevent you from rolling him underneath you with a growl. You always were nervous around Cobb Vanth, but in a skittish way, bold and unpredictable, and you were pretty sure that was what kept him always coming back for more.
Eyes wild, your hair starting to look like a nest, you preened under your Marshal’s ravenous gaze. You only let him enough time to steady his hands on your hips before you started your own way down his body. You too - as Cobb discovered with bliss - could kiss and lick and nip and suck. Once again, he was the one to squirm due to your ministrations, but this time, he couldn’t stop his damn mouth to run, «Gonna be the death of me, baby. Always so good to me, so pretty an’ so sweet... Come back here, honey, let me make good on my promise, y-yeah?».
However, by the time he finally shut his mouth, you had reached the hem of his brief and were showering it in butterfly-light kisses. You waited for him to look you dead in the eyes before hooking your thumbs into the elastic and - at last - pulling his length free. You took him in, laid out in the warm, dim glow of your bedside light, glorious, gorgeous. The tough, cocky Marshal, tamed for you and for you only, awaiting your next move. You could have eaten him. Then you looked at his organ, proudly resting against his belly. You muttered an impressed curse and bit your lips, both amazed and a little thrilled, before you made the mistake to look up to Cobb’s face. The bastard was smirking down at you, fully aware of his blessing and truly pleased by your wonder. But then again, even if there was nothing you liked more than pleasing your Marshal, that didn’t mean you couldn’t be a little shit yourself. Still holding his gaze, you let your tongue peaked between your lips and gave a long, thorough lick up his manhood, even going as far as quickly dipping the tip of it into his slit. Cobb throwing his head back and biting his lips to try - and fail - to contain the neediest growl was a very, very satisfying sight to behold; but before you had time to lean back - fully intending to indulge into the writhing man beneath you - he firmly grabbed your hips and manhandled you - a hand coming to pillow your head as you hit the mattress - so he was, once more, on top of you.
«Sweetheart,» he purred, his nose nuzzling your cheek, his thumb barely ghosting over your parted lips, «You can’t imagine how many times I’ve fucked my fist pretendin’ it was this smart, wicked mouth of yours.» You snapped up his finger into your mouth, lightly nipping at it, because the image of this man touching himself to the thought of you was too much to handle. You needed to consume him, in all the ways he would let you. «But right now,» Cobb briefly replaced his thumb with his lips, «I need to have you». There he was, hovering over you, dishevelled, his eyes wild, hard and leaking, dizzy with want, half mad with the imperative need to make you his; and here you were, sprawled on your back,clutching at him with all your limbs to push him closer to you, chasing his lips and whimpering into his mouth, your legs spread around his hips, open and ready and wanting, and still, Cobb forced himself to draw back a little, to look at you and to whisper, «If you will have me?»
He would have stopped. Would you just have told him to, and he would have stepped back, helped you to dress and cuddle with you or - if you so have wanted - just went away and let you be. The decision was yours to take, so you took it; you buried your hands into his hair and led him back to your mouth to murmur against his lips, «Yes, Cobb, I want you, please... Please, fuck me».
Intense. You had thought about the best adjective to describe your Marshal, and there was no word that could make him justice ; but « intense » was the closest thing to it. His life was intense, here, at the far end of everything, where heat, dryness and almost everything that lives do their best to kill you. His work was intense, keeping the bad guys away from Mos Pelgo and making everyone’s problems - big or small - his as well. His wrath was intense, and you know he wouldn’t hesitate to kill in cold blood. His laugh was intense, loud and clear, springing right from his belly and impossible to resist. His gaze was intense, all seeing, even right trough people, but always so, so kind to the ones he had swore to protect. In bed like in every other aspect of his life, Cobb Vanth is intense, to your greatest delight.
It’s a tight fit, even soaked and open from your first orgasm as you are. Your breath hitched as the fat head started to breach your entrance. He’s barely inside, really, still, you scrunched your eyes close, as it would ease the painful pinch away. It didn’t, but Cobb cradling your cheeks in his hands and covering your face in kisses certainly helped, though.
«T’s alright, love, I got you. Just take it easy, yeah?»
Love. You’ve been trying to relax, knowing that, once the dull pain would have faded away, only pure bliss would stay. This term of endearment and the implication it involved, however, it made you clench hard around the few inches already inside you. Cobb’s features contorted before he let his forehead bump against yours, eyes closed and lips parted, «Maker, you’re so kriffing tight,» he hissed, lips blindly seeking yours, «loosen up a bit for me, sugar, or it will end before it had even begun, you feel so damn good...»
Gently, Cobb slipped his arms under your thighs, spreading them some more, drawing his hips back before driving them forward again, slowly, carefully, but deeper than before. Then again. And again. «Gonna make you take more, don’t you worry babygirl, gonna make you take all of it.»
You moaned, aroused beyond belief by the idea of being full of him and then it hit you: it didn’t hurt anymore. You opened your eyes to meet Cobb’s, the beginning of a smile starting to form on your face, but it morphed into a surprised «Oh...» when you felt the grind of his pelvis against you.
Cobb was downright grinning at you, «There you go, sweetheart.» For one moment, you were simply stunned, trying to process that you were, at last, being one with your beloved Marshal; but then he started to draw his hips back, painfully slowly so, before going back the same fashion. Lazy, deep strokes, letting you feel every ridge, every twitch.
«Does that feel good, pretty baby?»
It did; so much that your brain just refused to cooperate anymore, happy to bath in euphoria. Who needed to talk when you could just feel that incredible?
«Answer me», Cobb punctuated his growl with a deeper, harsher thrust, and the loud, unashamed surprised moan that fell from your lips set him on fire. «Mmh, it did feel good, but you like it a little rougher, don’t you, love?»
Your helpless mewl and attempt to bury your face in the crook of his neck gave Cobb all the answers he needed. He shushed you, kissing the side of your forehead, «It’s alright, baby, I’m going to take care of you». And he did, he pounded into you, pushing against something absolutely mind-blowing, hungry for your cries and moans. Ravenous for the pleasure he was giving to you. Each thrust made heat curl into your belly, tension gathering and rising, pushing you toward the edge. It’s going to be a Hell of an orgasm, you can feel it. It’s just there, you can practically taste it.
«You gonna come for me, babygirl?» Cobb murmured in your mouth, just too enamoured with the eagerness you kiss him with to leave it alone, even for just a breath. You nod, feverishly seeking his lips before he starts to speak again, «Come on my cock, sweetheart, let me feel it. Let me feel you».
The tension in your lower belly morphed, once again, in warmth and this is it, pleasure rolled into you as your lower muscles clamped hard several times. Somewhere into your dopamine induced haze, you heard Cobb grunt something sounding like «Oh shit, maker...» just before he fills you, his cock twitching and pulsing heat inside you. As you both tried to pick your breathing up, you let the very tip of your digits run silly patterns up and down Cobb’s shoulders and back. You could feel goosebumps rise in your path, to your delight.
When the Marshal finally lifted his head out of the crook of your neck, the gaze he laid upon you was so tender, so full of adoration that it took your breath away. So you just closed your eyes and brang his forehead to yours, not moving, only letting the feel of him all around you permeate your everything.
«Stay with me?»
You wouldn’t be mad if he couldn’t for any reason, or if he didn’t want to. Heartbroken and sick with anxiety, yes, but not mad. You would try to understand and let him be, you would downplay it as much as you can, you would -
«I don’t intend to go anywhere anytime, soon or not, sweetheart, I promise.» And you swear you felt him blowing out the restless breath caught in his lungs in sync with you. And you kiss him, or maybe he’s the one kissing you. Who cares?
«All well considered...» You know he’s messing with you, the little shit, but you still give him a betrayed glare. «I think I should go to the bathroom in search of a soft cloth to wet with warm water, don’t you?»
Oh, he wants to be like this then... Alright.
«But, Cobb...», you stutter, eyes filled to the brim with fake tears, «You promised...»
Fairplay, the Marshal took on his verbal defeat with an amused snort and a kiss to your forehead before living the bed to join the bathroom, making sure the door stayed open between the two of you.
In the morning, the little party of villagers Cobb had enlisted to help him salvage a moisture extractor that had started to sink into the sand in a farm not far from Mos Pelgo was very surprised to not find their Marshal waiting for them just outside of the cantina as soon as the first of the two suns started to rise upon the horizon, and even more to see him leaving your house, his shirt inside-out and hopping on one foot, busy to try to shove the second one into a recalcitrant boot. And you, dishevelled and wrapped in your gown, laughing on your threshold.
That, you know it would never change: putting a smile on your face, Cobb Vanth would never, ever failed to.
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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
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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.”
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prolix-yuy · 2 years ago
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Series
I Think of You: Din Djarin x F!Reader
Oneshots
Possession: Din Djarin x F!Reader x Cobb Vanth
Legacy: Din Djarin x Original F!Character
Beautiful Release: Din Djarin x F!Reader (written as part of PMAMC 2024)
Playlists
I Think of You on Spotify
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Jukebox Hero
I’m embarking on another personal writing challenge but this time I want YOUR input! Yeah, you! 
Send me one of the following sexy MFers and a song! Or just a song, or just a character. Either way. 
Here are two I’ve already written to whet your appetites :P
Party Girls Don’t Get Hurt - Javier Pena x F!reader
Que Sera, Sera - Alcide Herveaux x F!reader
Characters I’ll write for:
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes
Thor
Sam Wilson
Matt Murdock
Steven Grant/Marc Spector
Oberyn Martell
Daemon Targaryen
Jaime Lannister
Eric Northman
Alcide Herveaux
Eddie Munson
Steve Harrington
Obi Wan Kenobi
Anakin Skywalker
Din Djarin
Cobb Vanth
Poe Dameron
Kylo Ren
Joel Miller
Javier Pena
Frankie Morales
Santiago Garcia
Will Miller
Alexander Morozova
Kaz Brekker
Nikolai Lantsov
Roy Kent
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Imagine this: being a desert planet, tattooine is kriffing cold at night. You're shivering under the blankets and Cobb Vanth has ✨his own✨ ways to warm you up😏🤭
anon you sent this in so long ago - please forgive the wait! *requests now closed*
cobb vanth x female reader ll warnings: 18+ only! kissing, fingering, gendered endearments + praise 
technically, you and cobb don’t live together
(in non technical terms? well, you have more than just a drawer at his place) 
he’s not super touchy-feely at night, just needs you close enough so he knows you’re there -- an arm around your waist and such 
but tonight? tonight it feels colder. maybe you’re coming down with something, maybe it’s the exhaustion, or maybe you’re just really fucking cold
the blankets of heavy bantha wool don’t seem to be cutting it tonight, and neither did the cups of hot tea you had consumed since coming home from work. Cobb had even let you use precious water for a warm shower, but to no avail 
You’re pulled into him now, back flush with his strong chest, his arm keeping you in place 
“Kriff, you’re still cold?” he asks, noting the tension in your muscles as you desperately try to keep warm
Your reply is sarcastic but he smiles anyway, knowing your more angry at your reluctant body than him. “C’mere,” he says, drawing you even closer. “Let me help.” 
The words are a soft drawl against your skin as he lightly tugs yours (his) thick flannel shirt off your shoulder, dragging kisses to the exposed skin
“cobb,” you whine. but his lips are warm and soft and he gently guides your jaw so you’re able to meet his mouth in a tender kiss 
he sighs into the kiss and you melt, relaxing against his body as he starts to pepper kisses against your jaw, the shell of your ear. 
“let me help?” he repeats, voice raspy as you nod against him
“that’s a good girl,” Cobb says, letting his fingers trail down your side and slip under the waistband. 
it’s hard to stay cold when his fingers glide through your slick folds, gently rubbing circles against your clit
it’s a soft and gentle thing at first; the two of you just basking in the intimacy 
but before long he’s kissing down your neck again and you’re gasping underneath his mouth, panting for more, please, more Cobb
never one to deny you for long, he slides two fingers inside, cursing quietly when you automatically clench around him 
“there you go, sweet girl,” he coos. “is that what you wanted?” 
your reply of yes, yes is cut short when he starts pumping his fingers, gradually moving faster until you’re gripping at his forearm to keep him there, nails pressing into his skin, as you come undone
“warmer now?” he asks cheekily, noting the faint sheen of sweat on your brow
cobb vanth tags: @catsnkooks @anakinswhore @beskar-tano @rentskenobi @roxypeanut @valkyrieofthehighfae @fractiouskat @wille-zarr @blancatobarxoxo @justanotherblonde23 @artsymaddie @chogisss @huliabitch @stardust-galaxies @fandoms-will-be-the-death-of-me @mitchi-c @thirstworldproblemss @jedi-mando @softdin @mistermiracles 
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oonajaeadira · 2 years ago
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LOSING MY RELIGION: CHAPTER 13: THE EXCHANGE
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Rating: Mature for series, lighter for this chapter.
Pairing: Post Season 2 Din Djarin x force sensitive reader (fem, post-Order 66 Jedi). Soft, slow burn on both sides, internal struggles and feels. Alternating POV.
Warnings: A little bit of angst, culture shock/differences, Din pushing authority a bit, jealousy, and a whole lot of private feelings burning hot in a public place. A/N: If you’re still reading, thank you so much for your patience. I had to do a little soul searching and make the decision to let Din and Little Bird follow the path that the story calls for. It took me a while to let canon go, but this chapter hit me very unexpectedly. There are beats in this story that weren’t there when I first mapped it out and surprised the hell out of me when I realized where it was leading. The road ahead is a little twisty for Din and LB, but the story always goes where it needs to, when it needs to.
Senaar’ika = Little bird.
There’s more Mando’a spoken, but the translation is eventually given in the storytelling.
Summary: You and Din broker a very important exchange.
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PART 1: DIN DJARIN
Your helmet stands out among the others down below and Din tracks your path through the Tusken camp from his perch on an outcropping of a cliff face above. You’re not going to like this, but it’s the best solution he’s got.
“We’re on a mission here to acquire some resources and take someone into custody,” he explains to his comrade. “The negotiations aren’t something I can hurry along. How much time can you give us.”
Fennec sits with one knee popped up and stares into the distance out over the dunes, her eyes squinting more in calculation than from the bright suns on the sand. She’s a warrior he’s come to respect–a renegade turned team-player--even beyond her capabilities that could land her easily among the best of Mandalorian soldiers and make her a queen among bounty hunters, she’s evolved beyond her need for the Empire. Her ready repayment for a life saved, her loyalty to Boba Fett–and, by extension, himself–is noble in a way he can truly admire. “I can hail at first light tomorrow.”
“The whole day? That’s generous.”
With a half chuckle, the ex-assassin absently tosses away a stone she’s been rolling between her fingers, letting it clack over the clifftop. “What can I say? One of my many qualities.”
Even as his mind works, Din’s absent focus stays on you in the shadow of the rock face, sitting with the child he assumes is the force-sensitive. For some reason, he thought the child would be smaller, but he looks to be halfway to adulthood by his height. Definitely not gonna fit on the speeder with both of you. “The mechanic. Peli Motto. She’s unharmed?”
“Fine for now. They’re keeping her under lockdown but they’re not torturing her.”
“Good,” he huffs with a sardonic laugh. If Peli has guards set on her, then they’re the ones who are probably begging for release right about now. Tapping a few buttons on his vambrace and checking his nav for coordinates and distances, he calculates the time it will take to pack up, get to the drop off, and arrive at the Palace. Of course there will be a pit stop to refuel the speeder, get in a midday meal, exchange pleasantries, ask for favors….
“This would be a whole lot easier if she’d come out to us.”
“Wouldn’t it though. No dice, Mando. Boss hailed back–Bo won’t open herself up to attack. Insists on meeting at the Palace.” Her black eyes glitter behind the open slice of her helmet. “If you want to get in some target practice, we could stash your partner and the quarry somewhere in town and take down the garrison, grab the ship and go. Avoid her completely. Could be fun.”
“It’s only dragging this scenario out. She’s not going to let this go. She’ll just follow us somewhere else; somewhere I don’t have options.”
“I suppose the boss wouldn’t like me disobeying an order either. Ah well,” she sighs back onto her elbows, “buys your friend a little vacation, hm?”
Dank farrik. You’re not going to like this.
To be honest, he doesn’t either.
“You didn’t catch the name of her companion? And it’s not Koska?”
Laying back onto the sun-warmed rock and closing her eyes as her head lands in the cradle of her hands, Fennec hums in thought. “No, it sounds like Koska might be leading the garrison at the docking bay. The Mando that came with Bo Katan definitely isn’t her.”
“Hmm. First light then. I appreciate your help.”
Stretching out like a cat, content to take in the morning suns after a cold evening in the desert, Fennec has nowhere to go and nothing to do as long as Din isn’t following her back to the Palace. “Patience is a virtue. Bo Katan can use the lesson.”
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PART 2: YOU
“That’s good, Uli-ah. Now can you do both stones at once? Try to swap their positions.”
Taking refuge in the shadows by the cliff face and sitting in the sand across from the Tusken foundling, you watch as two pieces of desert shale lift from their positions by the boy’s knees, come together in the air and bump only a little awkwardly before passing at nose level. One of them drops and breaks while the other makes its way to its new spot.
It’s hard.
“Yes, it is, and you almost did it. That’s actually very very good. You must practice often.”
No. I’m not allowed. It frightens the mothers. I make things dance for the other kids sometimes if the mothers can’t see.
“You keep bringing up ‘the mothers.’ Is one of them yours?”
They all are.
“The children are raised by the clan.”
Drawing his knees up and under his chin, Uli-ah hugs himself in tight, burying his face, becoming a little desert-colored ball. It’s not that he goes silent as much as he shows you ideas, images, emotions, everything you need to understand that he is not assigned to one family like the other children are. Uli-ah does not answer to one set of parents or any one mother or father in particular. He is protected by everyone but advocated for by nobody. He learns as part of a group, but is never given wisdom as passed down from parent to child.
He is alone in a crowd.
It’s a wonder that the child hasn’t grown to be dispondend or wild, surprising that he’s quiet and respectful. But it isn’t that he’s neglected or uncared for. Din’s words from the night before begin to stir. The Tuskens aren’t like Mandalorians. He’ll never be paired and never asked to join the fire. He will never truly be one of them.
“How old are you, Uli-ah? How long have you lived among the clan?”
He doesn’t lift his head, his fingers only dig into the cloth of his leg coverings.
Five years I think. There have been five water cycles.
Only five? This tall, gangly, capable child? The answer slams into you and before you can control your surprise it rebounds on him, his hands balling up in fists as yet another adult finds him strange and unusual.
“Hey, hey, hey, friend,” reaching over to his shaking shoulder and laying a warm hand upon it, “it’s okay. That’s a good answer. You’ve learned so much in your young life, I’m only surprised you’re not a little older. You’re very smart and talented for your age.”
The touch, your tone, your praise causes him to bring his head slowly up, his helmet shielding his expression, but his sinking shoulders telling you all you need to know.
“I know some other younglings like you, with abilities like yours. They go to a school for people like us. I could take you to them if that’s what you’d like. But you’d have to leave your home behind. Everything will be new. It’s a long way from here.”
I don’t know what a school is.
“It’s a place where you learn. A training place where someone teaches you how to master your skills. Would you like that?”
Stillness. You can sense a little turmoil, all his thoughts tumbling around without a good tried-and-true way to organize them. This is why the Jedi used to take them as babies; it’s a lot to ask any child. Too young in their development and they’re bonded to their family. Old enough to make the decision and it may be too late to hone their abilities. Five though. Five is so young for such a big decision.
I...would like that. Except….
Uli-ah’s helmet spans slowly, taking in the camp, the sands, the wavering heat at the horizon…
Is it…hotter there? It’s so hot here. Sometimes I can’t breathe.
Is that what he’s worried about? “It’s warm there, but there’s water. Green things. Trees. I suppose you’ve never seen trees. They’re hard to explain–”
I remember trees.
Something about this violently shifts your heart. To be so young and still have fleeting memories of a different place, perhaps a home he once knew….and you find yourself putting your arms around the young force-sensitive, taking no offense to the fact that he does not have any experience of how to embrace you back. ________________
“Well? What did you find out, Captain?”
The midday Tusken meal is taken in the privacy of their tents and that means bringing two bowls of black melon gruel back to your campsite. Din’s made a makeshift lean-to out of your blankets and the speeder–a place to have a little shelter from the high suns and to remove your helmets for the meal–and you hand the bowls off under a flap so that you can crouch and crawl through to the snug space, taking a seat knee to knee with him in the cooler patch of shaded desert.
The surprise is that his helmet already rests in the sand by his hip. His jaw is set, his eye determined. He holds the bowls patiently, waiting as you remove your own bucket.
Something tells you you’re not going to like what he has to say.
“Bo Katan Kryze is here on Tatooine. She’s holed up in the local tradelord’s palace with some of her followers and she has others posted at our docking bay with the Crest in custody.”
“Peli–” you start, but he shakes his head, handing your bowl over.
“She’s okay. They’re just not letting her leave the terminal.”
Suddenly, you couldn’t be less hungry. “Why is Kryze here? For you?”
“Mmyeah,” he says, smacking his lips and squinting after a sip of the bitter broth. “Technically, she’s probably here for the Darksaber. Been tracking us for a while.”
“I thought you told her you weren’t going to fight her.”
“I’m not. But I have to go. She’s causing trouble until I get there. I’m not going to inconvenience my friends over this. I’ve got to go and deal with it.”
There a quick spike of bitterness in your gut from something other than the melon gruel. But you don’t need to feel anything from him to sense his irritation as a valley forms between his eyebrows and he downs more of the broth.
Joining him in your silent meal, watching him as he keeps his eyes on the bowl, you know him too well. There’s something he’s not telling you; it’s best to just keep sipping until he gains the courage. It takes longer than you expect and it’s not until he puts down the empty bowl that he meets your eyes. “You’re not coming with me.”
“What? You’re just going to leave me here? Din, the Darksaber–”
“No,” is what he says, but what he means is Quiet. Let me speak. “The kid you’re talking to. Tell me what’s happening there first.”
Damn. You can sense your Mandalorian is begging you with his whole being to cooperate, and the last thing you want is a fight. “You’re right. He’ll never be one of them. They’ve adopted him into their numbers but not into a family. He’s got an astounding amount of ability and talent for his age...and that’s another thing. He says he’s only five.”
“What?” Shock washes over him in a mirror of your own. “Huh. So. Not human then.”
“No. Being so tall, I thought maybe Kaminoan, but too many fingers. Maybe Weequay. Possibly Wookiee, but I can’t imagine living under all that covering and fur besides. Although he did say it was too hot here…” Stay on topic. “He’s open to going to Luke’s school.”
He sighs. His eyes close and squeeze. The news is expected, but not favored.
“That means we’re back on the clock,” he grumbles as he locks his gaze to yours again. “So it’s my job to make sure you’re both safe. I’m not leaving you here with the Tuskens and I’m not bringing the kid into a palace crawling with power hungry Mandalorians. We’re taking a detour to a mining settlement. I have a friend there. Maybe he can give you two a place to stay for a night or more.”
“Din, why–”
“Speeder won’t carry us all, so Fennec’s gonna help us out. We head out at first light. I’ve already spoken to the elders about that pearl–”
“Wait. You need me with you. That saber–”
“Senaar’ika.” Din doesn’t speak Mando’a often. His whisper stills your tongue. “I’ve spoken to the elders about the pearl. They have an imperfect one they’re prepared to trade if you’re willing to build a saber for them.” When you blink incredulously he explains, “I showed them the Darksaber and what it can do. They can use it for cutting. For defense. It makes glass from the sand and lights fires. It would be a valuable tool for them. I know…” he swallows, “I know it’s an insult to your order. To make a lightsaber for…base reasons…”
It’s risky, putting such a powerful weapon in the hands of those not trained to use it. They could badly harm someone. Or wield it to embolden an attack on innocents. But perhaps you could temper it, shorten the blade, make sure it can’t be used to cause too much harm….
“I’ll do it.” It’s a rough trade, but it will do. And you’re glad to see that he nods, relieved, quick to take up your offer. “Depending on the size of the pearl, a shard of it could power many lightsabers. And I’m happy to make something that’s useful to them.”
“Good. Then while you’re doing that, I’ll negotiate for the child.” He holds up a hand when you open your mouth to protest. “I know. But the women of this clan don’t have final say and you’re not allowed to talk with the men. Trust me. I know what they need to hear.”
If the burn in your cheeks didn’t signal frustration as he takes the lead away from you, then your frown most certainly does. But he’s right. He’s right about everything. Except…
“I don’t want you to leave me behind in the mining settlement. I know you can wield that saber, Din, but my being with you will boost your power with it. It feeds so highly on your emotions. Having someone you love nearby can only help…”
“I understand,” he says, softly. He’s already replacing his helmet, readying himself to go retrieve the pearl so you can get to work. “But you don’t have to be standing next to me to be the one thing I can’t stop thinking about, Little Bird.”
And he slips out of the makeshift shelter, leaving you with cold broth and a pounding heart. ________________
The pearl is about the size of Din’s fist, definitely from a young krayt, and it takes you a little time to figure out how to fracture it without wasting any. Your own lightsaber is up to the task to hew a sliver of it away and you’re able to ascertain that even this small portion holds enough force energy to power a short blade. It will be more unstable than your own kyber, but less mercurial than the Darksaber; a fine beginner’s blade if not a tad loud.
The new utility saber is a good tool, sturdy, powerful. You’re adjusting the final resonance when Din rounds the speeder bike. He’s been gone a good part of the day and the suns sit on his shoulders, winking off his armor, causing you to squint up at him even through your visor to ask, “Well? How’d it go?”
Settling into one hip, his hands come up to rest on his belt and he juts the chin of his helmet at the weapon in your hand. “You got enough to make another one?”
“That’s their offer?”
“That’s their offer.”
Now it’s your turn to sigh as you lock in the final calibrations, your neck and shoulders aching from working half the afternoon on a blanket in the baking sands. “Yeah. More than enough parts. Time though, that’s another issue. I just,” one last twist of the mico-spanner, a click as the final panel fits into place, you toss the finished hilt to him, “I can’t believe that a little boy is worth the same amount to them as a dragon’s gut rock.”
Din catches the piece, ignites the blade, turns it, twists it through the air to hear its low feral howling, then hits the power switch, dimming its vibrating emerald light. “Well, not even as much. Pearl cost us one of these and the rest of our water.” When you make a face he adds, “We should be fine until we reach Mos Pelgo. We can get more there.”
“The water’s not the detail I’m unhappy about.”
Taking a quiet assessment of the mess in front of you–the scattered scrap metal and bits of pearl, the wires and tools and sand, always so much sand–the realization that you’ll have to start all over again and work into the evening is suddenly exhausting.
Even if he's not a force-user, you can see that Din picks up on this and you close your eyes as he moves around and takes a seat on the blanket behind you. After removing your pauldrons, his gloved fingers work into your shoulders and neck, deliciously limbering you, stretching out all the constriction, smoothing down all the coils. Even if it is more military restoration than it is gentle relaxation, it’s what he knows, his way of giving care.
A water bladder lands in your lap. “You haven’t been drinking.”
He’s right. And you take a long draw as his hands pull and prod your muscles, untangling the mess you’ve made of them, letting him heal you and do his bit to protect you from as much hurt as he can.
It isn’t the touch you truly long for–his gloves and your flight suit keep his fingertips from gliding over your skin, your helmets prevent his lips from kissing the back of your neck, beskar and leather cover the chest you so badly would like to sink back into. The way he has twisted your fingers in his own, or dragged his nose behind your ear, or leveraged your thigh with one of his own… It seems a sin that you are being given the gift of his touch and his care and yet, greedy and selfish, you would wish for more.
But perhaps you’re not the only selfish one here. His hands finally flatten out, firm kneading becomes gentle soothing, palms eventually sliding down to cradle your elbows as the ting of his helmet meets the back of your own, and you feel the broad frame behind you slowly fill with air and expel it in a fashion that, had it carried sound, may have been a soft whine.
How gracefully your hearts dance together. How far you’ve both traveled to meet here in this place.
“You should take a break; get up and move around.” Flaying himself from you, Din stands and holds out a gentle hand, beckoning. “Come on. I’d like to meet the kid.”
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Uli-ah works with a few of the other children, almost completely swallowed in bantha fur as they hold up one of the beast’s feet while a herder inspects it. Once that foot has been deemed healthy, the children race to the next foot, jostling and braying laughter as they vie for space to help pick up the next paw while the bantha merely shifts its weight and chews its cud.
Din sits by your side in the hot sand, waiting quietly while the children and the herder finish their task, and then Uli-ah runs your way, ending in a skid on his knees as he comes to a stop almost in your lap.
The elders say I’m going away with you.
“That’s right. We will be leaving at first light tomorrow. Are you ready for an adventure?”
The child bounces on his knees, braying his own kind of laughter, not quite Tusken, but certainly not human.
“I guess that’s a yes,” you laugh, then point to Din. “This is our Captain. He’ll be with us. He flies the ship and protects us.”
The bouncing stops then, and Uli-ah makes a half move, as if he’s going to hide from the Mandalorian behind you, except that Din’s hands cut through the air as he speaks.
“I’ll make sure. You’re safe.”
There’s a slow, renewed interest from Uli-ah as he realizes that he can communicate with this stranger and he raises his own hands into gesture.
You can speak with your hands.
Din chuckles, signs back. “Yes. I’ve talked with your people. For a long time.”
There’s a wave of relief that comes over the boy, some kind of calm knowledge that “his people” are changing, that you and Din will be his people soon.
Then his hands clap and flutter excitedly–
I’m going to go to school!!!!
–before he tosses himself backward onto the sand in a moment of youthful glee.
You don’t know what lifts your heart more, this display of joy, or the sound of Din’s quiet laughter–light and welcoming and calm–coming through the comm.
In the morning every mother in the clan will touch the child���s head as they pass by him in a line. All the men will gather in a group and shout a message of farewell before turning back to their herd. But on the back of the speeder, it is you that Uli-ah will hold tightly. And even before that, it is Din who will help him get situated on the seat, check him over to make sure he’s secure, pat him kindly on the back, and tell him there’s nothing to fear.
Your Mandalorian’s come to understand that there are some who can see through the beskar to the good man underneath. And you can see he’s starting to believe it himself.
Some beliefs, it seems, can take a long time to crack. But belief can also nourish a man in the desert and show a warrior that his milder moments can house another form of strength.
Ahsoka really did choose well for you. And the Darksaber chose well for itself.
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It’s taking all of your concentration to keep the speeder bike at a steady velocity as you whip through the canyon. What you wouldn’t do for a cup of caf.
The second saber build had gone smoother than the first since you had duplicates of many of the same pieces and were able to put something together more easily, but you’d still worked past twilight and then there was packing up the speeder and joining the group for evening meal….
After that, you’d lain awake, curled into Din, listening to his shallow breathing, trying to come up with a valid argument for going with him, each excuse a play more desperate than the one before it. You actually entertained the thought of removing the kyber from the Darksaber while he slept--your most clever plan yet. Except for the fact that the weapon was entirely sealed and getting into it would cause more damage than your honor would let you make.
He’s the Mand’alor. The High Leader. Whether he likes it or not, if he won’t fight or let anyone best him, then he must take up the mantle. If the Mandalorians are gathering, he can’t fail to steer their ship. There’s so much he has to learn about the weapon. Also so much he has to learn about asking for assistance. You think there has to be someone who can tell him this, make him understand how much his level head and moral compass and loyalty to his people are needed. Someone who can teach him to wield the instrument of his leadership….
But your hour of denial is over. Because there is someone.
It’s you.
But who are you to him? You are not his advisor. Not a member of his sect. Not even his…for lack of a better word…queen….
“Used the wrong word. Called you my queen instead of woman. I tried to correct myself and they asked me who you ruled over.”
“Ah. And you said, ‘just me.’”
“Yep.’”
“What did I say about burning out the repulsors, Little Bird?” Din’s voice cuts through your thoughts into your earpiece, bringing your focus back to the task at hand, and you ease off on the throttle so Fennec’s speeder can catch up to yours.
From the moment the suns broke the horizon, Uli-ah has been attached to you–literally refusing to loosen his clutch of your flight suit–the realization sinking in that he’s leaving behind everything he’s ever known and keeping close to the best constant he has. So it only made sense that he’d ride with you, and Din would pair with Fennec.
She’s an intimidating one, Fennec Shand. Din mentioned that she’d been an assassin for hire in the Imperial days, that he’s never known anyone who can beat her skill or match her tenacity. And you believe him; she has eyes like a lothcat and a body like a loaded pulse rifle, always watching, seemingly always ready to strike. But there’s a sparkle to her too, an allure that draws you in like bait for the snare.
He’s known her longer than you. The bond between them is strong. A bond between friends, between warriors. You can sense his high regard for her. He’s holding onto her waist so nonchalantly…
Well this is a new feeling. You shake it off and find a constructive distraction.
“How are you doing back there, padawan?”
This is fun! It goes so fast! What’s a padawan?
“It’s an old word. It means you are in training to be a master of the powers you have. The old word for those powers was ‘force,’ and they called the masters Jedi.”
You are Jedi?
“Well. Something like that.” Leaning the speeder around a curve in the canyon, you similarly bend the subject. “You’re going to join other kids like you. I can’t wait for you to meet Shiari and Grogu. They’re gonna be so happy to have a new friend.”
It would be easy to miss it over the whine of the speeder bike–a soft sigh. You keep forgetting that the comm is open. And any mention of Grogu is always bittersweet for Din.
He misses the little one so much. It’s evident that he’s happy that Grogu’s safe and learning, that he’s where things are best for him. But it still twists your heart. Din went from being alone to being a father at hyper warp–taking to it like a Gungan to water–and something about that makes you smile.
Grogu’s ability to charm the mighty warrior. Din’s sleeping heart opening for him, blooming like a hundred-year codaflower in Grogu’s warm spring. Except for the danger of his lifestyle, Din makes a good father. Any kid would be lucky to have him. Even beyond your feelings for him, his devotion makes it an honor to be serving the mission with him.
“Little Bird.”
Oops. “Sorry. Just wanna get there, I guess,” your excuse is accompanied  by the return to a manageable speed. Again.
“We’ll be hitting Mos Pelgo soon. Don’t tear up the town on your way in.”
“Telling me what not to do only tests my willful streak, Your Highness.”
“I’m aware.” There’s a low warning in his voice, but also a smirk. “I’m willing to make it an order if that’s the motivation you need.”
Slowly swiveling your visor in his direction, you watch as he does the same to you. A playful tease.
“You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”
And without turning away, you punch the throttle, defiantly taking the lead, Uli-ah roaring in excitement behind you even as he holds on for dear life. ________________
Mos Pelgo is a quiet settlement, barely big enough to be called anything other than an outpost. Moisture farms flicker in and out of the distance through the waves of heat in a constellation surrounding a one-street center, a short line of earthen structures topped in domes and rods, connected by a boardwalk lifted off the dusty path. The few dust-coated people out and about stop and stare as you coast by, involuntarily shrinking back away from the path. Not that you can blame them. They seem peaceful and it’s not surprising that they might be startled by a band of armored strangers coming in, a Tusken in their mix. Din mentioned that the townsfolk might be wary of Tuskens, but assured that his friend Cobb would vouch for the kid.
What he didn’t tell you is that once they saw his armor, they would lift their hands in a friendly wave. It seems they know him here.
Pulling up outside a cantina, the four of you peel yourselves from your seats with varying degrees of stretching and sighing, your spine aching to be upright and your feet thankful for a chance to be on solid ground. Din and Fennec head up the stairs and you start to follow, but there’s a tug at your elbow.
Is this the school?
“Not yet. We have to travel a long long way, but the Captain has to do a job first and he can’t protect us for the next couple of days. We’re going to stay here with a friend where it’s safe.”
If a Tusken mask can look baleful, Uli-ah achieves it with a long, slow look up and down the settlement path.
“Hey. I promised you a school and you’re going to get one. We might not get there for a while, but you’ll be with me the whole way and guess what.”
You’ll teach me?
“You bet I will. I told you you were smart. You wanna go inside and see if our new friend is there?”
Yes.
Steps are a new concept and Uli-ah takes a cautious step up, and up again, bringing one foot up to meet the other before continuing onto the next. At the top, he considers the short flight of two whole stairs, then steps back down and down. Then he takes the steps one at a time, up and down. Once he runs up a third time you catch him around the shoulders before he can give it another go and give him a playful jostle, guiding him inside as he squeezes his fists in victorious joy.
After the glare of the desert, it’s comparatively dark in the cantina, so you instinctively pull off your helmet.
This is your first mistake.
And sets off a chain of events.
Uli-ah, not accustomed to your helmetless face, stops behind you in the entryway.
Mother, you’re–
He shrieks.
It’s unsafe, mother!
Before you can course correct–calm him or apologize for shifting culture so quickly or even take the time to correct his default of name for you–the Weequay behind the counter reacts fiercely to the the child, pointing and shouting–
“Out! We don’t want trouble here! We have a pact! Out!”
“No, wait–” Din turns sharply to the barkeep, but the damage has been done and the child bolts awkwardly from the cantina out into the light, smashing his shoulder against the port frame as he goes and wailing his way down the boardwalk.
You make a quick gesture to Din as you follow–it’s okay, I’ll get him–and leave your Mandalorian to locating his friend.
By the time you get eyes on him, Uli-ah’s a couple of buildings away–poor boy must be so confused right now–when a tall, old man steps out from one of them, seemingly summoned by the commotion, and the two collide, the boy falling off the boardwalk into the dust, then trying to scramble backward, all heels and palms and elbows.
The man’s good natured, going after the boy and trying to help him up, but it only scares him more. “Whoa there. Hey. Hey there, kid, it’s alright. I’m not tryin’ to hurt you.” Once he gets the boy up and starts dusting him off, Uli-ah struggles to break free, but the man easily holds him, kneeling down to the kid’s level to keep from being a threat. “Hey hey hey. It’s okay. You lost son? Where’s your tribe?”
“I’m so sorry. He’s under my care.” As you converge with them and take Uli-ah’s hand, the child turns and slams into you, hiding his face in your side, holding on with shaking hands. “It’s okay, padawan. Nothing’s gonna happen to you if you stick with me, okay?”
Your second mistake was assuming the man is elderly on account of his grey hair and beard, but when you hold a hand out to help him up, you’re greeted by lively dark eyes and a particularly wry and charming grin. Oh yes, he takes your hand, but puts no weight on it as he stands, only holds it firmly, a handshake that is warm but…unending.
“Ma’am,” he says respectfully, but with a rather rakish sparkle to it, and you catch sight of the stripes on his belt. A Republic Ranger. A welcome sight out here for you, but might cause problems for Din. “You and your friend are new faces around here. I’m the marshal. How can I assist you?”
“I’m, ah, I’m,” stars, that’s some smile. ”I’m here with my partner and his associate. We’re looking for a friend of his. There was a misunderstanding at the cantina and my charge here got a little scared.”
“Well, let’s go see if we can sort this out. If I might escort you…” Instead of releasing your hand, he draws it smoothly under and around his forearm, and in your shock–a little bemused, a little offended–your final mistake is allowing it. And so in this manner, you arrive back at the Cantina, arm in arm with the marshal, pulling Uli-ah along by the hand.
“There he is,” the Weequay nods to your trio as two helmets turn.
“Heard there was a misunderstanding in here with this pretty lady and the young one, is that the way of things, Weequay?”
“Yes, Marshal, my misunderstanding. Won’t happen again.”
The marshal, nodding, turns his attention to Din and Fennec. “Welcome back, Mando. These two belong to you?”
Ah. So you’ve run into the man Din was looking for. All should be well, but something feels off. Din stands still, squared to the three of you, feet in a wide, stable stance. His answer is taking a long time to come. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was in confrontation mode, as if he was going to have to make a tactical move at any second. It’s easy to assume for a moment that perhaps these two aren’t as friendly as you were led to believe.
But the assumption and the tension break as the Mandalorian steps forward to the marshal, each clasping the others’ forearm in a brotherly handshake, “Vanth” and “Mando” exchanged with nods, and a bonus smile on Cobb’s part. Friends indeed then.
Stretching out with your feelings though, there’s an anomaly rolling around in Din, something faintly protective. Something that’s bitten off by his terse, “Yes. These two are mine.”
When the marshal drops your hand and swaggers loose and lanky over to a nearby table, it’s only then that Din’s muscles relax, that he shifts slowly to one hip, that his hand leaves off the habitual hover near his blaster and hooks itself into his belt.
It’s all you can do not to gape.
You’ve never seen Din jealous before.
But that seems to be melting swiftly as he takes a seat by his friend. Cobb Vanth orders a full round from the proprietor, and leans forward over the table, grinning a whole galaxy full of teeth in the mirror of Din’s visor and declares, “Sure would like to know what skugbunny you followed to find yourself all the way out here again.”
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Fennec stands in the light, her svelte figure like a knife stuck in the sand, finding less commotion outside where she can send a communique to her boss. You can hardly blame her; Cobb is a loud talker and Uli-ah has found distraction in a pair of sabacc dice which he throws over and over, clattering across the table as he plays a game he’s making up on the spot, cheating against himself every once in a while with a subtle force push of a die, although you’re the only one who notices.
After his economical explanation to Cobb, Din passes his glass to you, something he does often now in public places, allowing you to drink what he cannot. “What I’m looking for is shelter for my partner and her charge here. Refills on supplies. Fuel. I’m willing to pay.”
“So what’s the favor then?” The marshal squints, taking a swig of his spotchka.
“I want no harm to come to these two,” Din says, tilting his helmet in your direction. “I’m bound to protect them, but I need to go take care of something. Should be back within a day.”
“So you’re looking for a security detail,” he says, finishing the cup. “You got it. No problem. I’ll look after them personally.” A cheeky wink punctuates the offer.
That odd twinge rises in Din again, like smoke from a too hot fire, and you lay a hand on his knee under the table. “Uli-ah and I won’t cause you any trouble, marshal. This seems like a peaceful place you keep here. We should be able to manage alright.”
Cobb misinterprets your polite decline of babysitting as an act of humble courtesy. “It’s no trouble at all, ma’am. We don’t have any public lodgings here in Freetown, but I’ve got a room. It’s yours. Nowhere safer.”
There’s nothing to say that wouldn’t seem rude.
“That’s…very generous. The boy and I are grateful for a place to stay.”
“Right then,” Cobb slaps his hand on the table, using it to push him up off his chair. “I’ll go scare up some water reserves for your journey.”
There’s silence at the table when he leaves, broken only by the rattle of dice on its surface as Uli-ah tries over and over again to break his top score. Din stares off after the marshal, but hesitates to follow. Something’s on his mind.
You wager a guess.
“Din. We’ll be okay. There’s nothing to be jealous of.”
“I’m not…jealous.”
You squeeze his knee. “This could all be avoided if you let us come with you–”
“No.” He finally draws in a long breath, exhales, and turns the visor to you. “I want you safe. You’ll stay here. That’s an order.”
“An…order?”
“We’re on the job and I call the shots when it comes to your safety.”
“Yes, but–”
There’s movement outside at the speeders, a woody thud and scrape as a water camtono is deposited and then picked up from the boardwalk.
He doesn’t let you finish, standing and holding out a hand to help you up. “I’ve got to get the supplies packed in.”
Something’s turned off in him. The courtesy’s there, but he’s doing his best to control his emotions....
To hide them from you.
“Come on, Uli-ah. We’ll see the Captain off and then we’re going to stay with Marshal Vanth for a couple of days, okay?” By the time you tear the youngling away from his new toys, the corner of Din’s cape is disappearing out the door.
Kriff. This is bad. Something’s wrong and he can’t leave like this. He can’t take this uncertainty with him.
Taking a seat on a crate while they prep Fennec’s speeder, you just stay out of the way and observe. Cobb chatters cheerfully at the assassin, bringing out supplies from the storehouse, exchanging old tarps for new, handing over a fuel hose. But Din keeps out of the conversation, silently busies himself with a last minute tune up of the vehicle.
He’s removed his packs from Fennec’s bike–both to facilitate a more strategic repack and to access a panel behind one of the side compartments–and they sit propped up against the boardwalk nearby.
That’s it.
There’s something you need to do.
Sidling over to his packs and reaching out with your feelings, you search for the thrum of kyber. There it is. It’s easy to locate the Darksaber and extract it from the pack. You place it in your lap, covering it with the end of your tunic.
Uli-ah’s found some whomp rats living under the boardwalk and you watch as he plays with them, running to one side when they do, and trying to beat them to the other side when they change course.
After a short while, Din closes up the hatches and reattaches the spanner to its flank seating. Then he makes his way over to you, silently retrieves his packs, and returns to the speeder, taking a long time tying them down.
It’s only when everything’s ready to go and there’s nothing more to keep him away, he comes back and lays a hand on your cheek. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
Leaning into his hand and trapping it with one of your own, you hold up the Darksaber with the other. “You need to concentrate, Din.” His short, frustrated sigh only pushes your resolve further. “You’re not the only one with a duty of care, mister. This blade is tricky and you need all the help you can get.”
“I’ll be okay, Little Bird.”
“Not if you leave in the state you’re in. I know you’re not angry at me, but you’re uncomfortable leaving me here and you can’t leave like that. This weapon,” you whisper urgently, pressing the hilt into his palm, “won't listen to you unless your feelings are sharp. You’ll need its emotional boost to tap its whole potential and gain mastery over it. I can’t send you off like this. I won’t. I need you to know you have nothing to worry about.”
He’s silent for a moment, choosing his words. “I’m not worried. Not about you.”
He means it, you can hear it, but he’s still not content with leaving you. It’s not just another man finding you attractive, there’s something in him that’s warring. Not quite fear, something closer to insecurity, confusion…
...and you realize that he hasn’t grappled with feelings like this before.
Then it’s time. Set him up for success.
You’ll do anything to help him, to protect him.
To ensure he uses this weapon with love.
This won’t be difficult.
On the contrary, it’s the easiest decision you’ve ever made.
Placing one hand over his on the saber, and the other on his breastplate right above his heart, you look him calm in the eye and pour all your confidence and affection into the words–
“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.”
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PART 3: DIN
The way you bravely face challenges. How you deftly handle your weapon. The way you inject a sense of playfulness into his orbit, your entry into his world a lively ignition to what feels like a whole new epoch in his life.
Life before your arrival, and life after. Not many have affected him like this. Changed his mind and heart like this. He can only think of one other.
But this connection is different from the bond he shares with Grogu. This one is unique, it comforts and calms him, makes him feel worthy as a man and a Mandalorian, meets him as an equal and captures his wonder in ways he wouldn’t have anticipated.
You never cease to amaze him. Even now.
He has witnessed Mandalorian courtships out of the periphery of his everyday life, seemingly never taking much notice, believing it was never meant for him.
But he did take note. Secretly. Resigned. He noticed those who grew up together and took their time. He noticed couples that seemed to range from rivals to friends to bonded in the matter of days. There didn’t seem to be a pattern, no guidelines on the right way to find your partner, or how long it might take to declare a joining.
With you… he doesn’t know what you might expect from him. Din doesn’t quite understand your old creed–the rejection of attachments–how tightly you hold it and how much of it you’ve already broken for him.
Because he loves you. In a way that’s perplexing. Your love came to him, and his to you, meeting in the middle of the battlefield. But there was no skirmish, no treaties, just a foregoing of pretense, and open arms.
Simple. Beautiful. Like everything you do.
Perhaps he felt like he was betraying that simplicity–that openness, that trust–when Vanth rounded the doorway wearing you and your new foundling on his arm. It wasn’t as simple as jealousy and a twist of the heart, but the hot flash of possession that flamed behind the beskar, growling from deep within him.
Attachment.
Mine.
While he was grateful and happy to claim you as his own as far as you gave yourself, to protect you and serve you, to meet your affection with his own, he had no right to chain you to him, to claim you so thoroughly that you could not be free in order to flourish. He would never ask you to form an attachment that would fracture your faith.
He didn’t and doesn’t think for a moment that you have any interest in Vanth. Or anyone but himself.
But the flash of emotion was dangerous. Selfish. Not the kind of love you deserve.
And yet, you still accept it. You perceive it because you know him. And you accept it.
And now you’re speaking words that are not only true…they’ve been true from the beginning of this whole damn venture.
“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.” You repeat the words, only a little worry sneaking into your voice now because he hasn’t answered you, hasn’t spoken…dank farrik, how long has he been standing here in shock?
How long has he believed he would never receive those words?
All that’s necessary is a repetition.
It’s only words.
But it’s everything.
Which is what he’s always wanted to give you.
So he makes the exchange. Quietly. Simply. Sincerely.
"We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors."
And he can feel it. He can feel the love and concern you have for him. He can feel your trust. It pushes into him like a warm wave, flowing through all the way back to the beginning. The throughline of that first night he walked you home–I’ll be your armor–to the moment when he outfitted you with some of your own, to now as you use your whole self to send him off with armor more resilient than beskar and a reminder when he wields the saber just who gave him that gift.
Clutching your hand at his chest, he squeezes tightly as the wave washes back through him, gritting his teeth behind the visor, the emotions silently taking their toll.
To everyone else, the armor says he is a stoic warrior, his silence is his strength.
But standing here, now, in front of you, he might as well be unmasked, might as well be naked and screaming; he knows your heart can sense the riot in his, even if you can’t see his face.
There’s quiet on the street. Uli-ah’s stopped playing with the womp rats and stands staring from a distance. Fennec and Vanth are waiting for him at the speeder. And yet, he can’t seem to move, can’t seem to leave you.
So you lay hands on his helmet and pull him closer, gently tapping your forehead against the cold metal. “Go. The sooner you go, the sooner you come back to me.” ________________
They’ve lost a little time, but by the position of the suns, they should still make the palace by nightfall.
“So Fett’s taken over the crime syndicate?”
“Not quite,” Fennec shouts over the roar of her speeder and the rush of the wind. “Boba’s interested in striking a deal with Madame Garza in Mos Espa. Going to set up protections. Territories. Wants to undo some wrongs he’s made in the past.”
That’s noble. He’s an odd man, Fett. Unpredictable. But there’s no reason Din can see for saying it out loud, and so he reserves his words, focuses instead on the shifting sands.
“That was a tense parting with your partner back there,” Fennec pokes, taking advantage of the silence.
“Yeah. Riduurok.”
“Is that serious?”
“From what I’ve been told, it can be.”
Fennec deftly maneuvers the speeder around a small minefield of rocky outcroppings before turning her head over her shoulder and side-eyeing him curiously through the slit in her helmet, “From what you’ve been told–?”
“I don’t know,” Din says, his vocoder barely audible over the slur of the world going by, not caring much who hears it other than himself, “I’ve never heard anyone else actually speak those words. There aren’t usually witnesses at a Mandalorian wedding.” ________________
To be continued.
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swan-of-sunrise · 4 years ago
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~Loki Odinson X F!Reader~
Spellbinding
~Jack Thompson X F!Reader~
Specs and the Flyboy Tales from the S.S.R. (One-Shot Compilation)
~Bucky Barnes X F!Reader~
A Sergeant And A Codebreaker Walk Into A Pub...
~Sam Wilson X F!Reader~
Study Buddy
~Kate Bishop X F!Reader~
"Bullseye!"
~Bruce Banner X F!Reader~
The Halcyon Hypothesis
~Tony Stark X F!Reader~
His Girl Friday
~Matt Murdock X F!Reader~
The Angel of Hell’s Kitchen
~Steve Rogers X Peggy Carter~
Fondue Turning Point
~Peggy Carter X Daniel Sousa~
The Telephone Hour Over The Moon
~Edwin Jarvis X Ana Jarvis~
A Jarvelous Afternoon Jabberin’ With The Jarvises
X-Men (20th Century Fox):
~Charles Xavier X F!Reader~
The Mutant Chronicles (Series)      What The World Needs Now...      ...Is Love, Sweet Love
Star Wars:
~Din Djarin X F!Reader~
Taking Care of Business
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Starlight In Your Eyes (TBA)
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corazondebeskar-reads · 1 year ago
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Kinktober 2023 - Day 13 (Din Djarin, Boba Fett, Cobb Vanth)
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mhi me'dinui an
Kinktober 2023 - Day 13: Wrist Restraints/Triple Penetration
Din Djarin x f! reader x Boba Fett x Cobb Vanth
Word Count: 3.7k
Summary: After the events of The Book of Boba Fett, you get railed by Din Djarin, Boba Fett, and Cobb Vanth.
Warnings: Triple penetration, foursome, orgy, anal (f receiving), p in v unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), reader is pregnant but it's not an aspect of the sexual content, it's just because I'm incapable of writing pwp apparently, poly dynamics, mando'a, making up rules about bacta, din djarin removes the helmet, boba has a big ass bed, mild bondage, din and reader are dar'manda, din reader and boba speak mando'a, Grogu is with fennec or something ok lol
Prompts from this list by @absurdthirst.
title means "we share all," more mando'a translations at the end
also on ao3
“Fett,” Din beckons. He has you lying in his lap, pillow propped under your head. Vanth is already between your legs at the end of the bed, your knees over his shoulders.
Boba settles himself over you, legs spread wide to fit you and Din between them. It puts his cock right in line with your mouth.
Din reaches out and gives Boba a few firm strokes, turning your head toward himself with one hand.
“You still doing okay? Ready for more?” he says.
You nod and whine until he lets go so you can open your mouth, and releases Boba’s cock so the older man can slide it between your lips.
If this was their idea of easing you into it, you’d perhaps underestimated the proposition.
It started nearly two weeks ago when they had returned after the victory at Mos Espa. It wasn’t the first time Din had shared you with Boba. It wasn’t the second or tenth time, either. But that night had been its own kind of first, too.
You weren’t used to being left behind. Being the one waiting, flinching at every door sliding open, not even daring to hope. Taking on the goddamn Pyke syndicate with less men and less ammunition than ever before. A fool’s battle.
They hadn’t asked it of you, but you knew they wanted to. Whispering between themselves, avoiding your gaze.
You had been in a bath, resting your aching hips. Having broken your fifth month, your belly was just starting to peak out of the water, suds clinging to your damp skin. You had brought up the impending standoff, and Din had tried to leave the room, muttering something about needing to check in with Fennec.
“Never took you for a hut’uun,” you had finally snapped.
He had jerked to a stop as if he had taken a missile to the beskar. He turned, slowly, on his heel, and you immediately felt wretched.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.”
“Yes, you did.” He said.
You didn’t need the helmet off to hear the hurt in his voice. “No, that was too harsh. I’m sorry.”
He sat down on the side of the stone basin. “We were going to bring it up after dinner.”
“I should have been included in the discussion from the start.”
“I’m sorry, cyare. Fett is—”
“Boba can apologize to me himself,” you said, shaking your head. “But we all know how this conversation is going to end.”
“We would never—”
“I know.” And you did. Your lovers, born of battle themselves, would never ask you to stand down from a fight when your aliit was on the line. “I’m sorry I won’t be by your side.”
He helped you out of the tub. You didn’t want to admit it, because you would have chosen to stay out of harm’s way anyway, but the pregnancy was affecting your body far more than you had expected. You weren’t sure you could fight, anymore. Not fast enough, anyway.
The night they returned, bloodied but alive, was a wild thing. Just as it had started between the three of you. In the aftermath of a fight, still tightly wound and ready to spring. Fucking and biting and grinding until you were drained.
“Look at our girl, Din,” Boba had taunted while they split you in two. “A shame we can’t fill that pretty mouth, too.”
You had cum at the thought alone.
But you were all so high off adrenaline and your orgasms that it had slipped your mind. When Boba sat down for breakfast a week later and said, “I have an idea for how we can repay the good marshal,” you didn’t suspect a thing.
Vanth had come out of the bacta tank the day before. He needed time to recover and had accepted Boba’s offer to stay in one of the many vacant suites in the palace.
“Six camtonos of credits wasn’t enough?” you asked, sipping at your tea.
“Well, it’s for more than just Vanth.”
He and Din exchanged a look across the table through their helmets.
“Fine, don’t tell me,” you said, dropping your fork with a little more force than necessary and pushing away from the table.
“Alor’ika, wait,” Boba said, but you stomped off to sulk in your room.
You knew you were being silly and childish. It didn’t stop you from ignoring Din when he entered your shared bedroom and lay beside you.
He slipped an arm around your waist, anyway, and noticed your fist clenched the pendant against your chest, leather cord spilling from the side.
The Mythosaur. He should have known.
“You are no less of a Mandalorian than I am,” he said for the thousandth time.
“It’s not the same. I can’t put it back on.”
The last few months had been hard on your body. You had been constantly ill, not able to hold down solid food, and vomiting no matter what treatments you tried. The medic had said it wasn’t unheard of, and told you to come back if it didn’t pass.
It had, eventually. You had been feeling more like yourself for a few weeks now, but—no. Not yourself at all.
Like you’d never be yourself again.
Not when half of your identity was locked in the trunk in the corner of the room.
“How can you be okay with an aruetii raising your baby?”
“Hey, it could be Fett’s,” he said. It usually made you laugh, but this time, you just lay quietly.
“What if it is?” you whispered.
From the beginning, they said they didn’t care whose seed had taken hold in your womb, that you would all care for each other. It was normal for Mandalorian children to grow up in a tight-knit community, anyway. This is the Way.
It was that easy.
But since you had removed your helmet, that tether felt frayed.
“We are both dar’manda,” he reminded you quietly. “It doesn’t matter how long it takes, but we will find our redemption.” He laced his fingers through yours, wound together by the necklace.
(Boba found the whole thing ridiculous. When you were first upset after taking it off, he had been angry. “Certainly, that rule might have worked when you could hide away in your home on Mandalore,” he said, pacing. “It’s an impossible standard now.” But you knew he would never understand.)
“We didn’t mean to make you feel left out. I… had a thought, last night, and he took it upon himself to see if it was feasible.”
You rolled over to face him. “What thought?”
“Well, cyare, I thought maybe we had a solution to get you what you wanted. To let you be as full as possible. There aren’t many people in this galaxy that Fett or I would trust with you.”
“Vanth,” you said with a sharp breath.
Sometimes, you were thankful for the hormones. It made it easier to wipe your tears and move forward when you were very easily distracted by sex.
Like now.
“You want us to have our way with you, little one?” Boba asks as he fucks your face. “See if we can finally wear out our needy whore?”
You moan around his cock, barely any sound escaping for how taut your lips were around him. You tried to reach up to grab his thighs and pull him deeper into your mouth. You’d have done it yourself, but Din’s strong arms were holding you down while he toyed with your nipples.
“Ah, no,” Din stops to pull your arms down. “You said you wanted us to use you. You begged, not more than an hour ago, to ‘do whatever we wanted’ with you. Have you changed your mind?”
You pull off Boba’s cock, crying, “No, please.” You don't get to finish, as Boba pulls you back onto him.
“I don’t know if she can control herself,” he says to Din, shaking his head.
“I don’t think so either.”
“If she’s this desperate already, we may need to tie her down.”
Between the way Vanth was working you over with his fingers and tongue and the humiliation of being talked about like you weren’t even there, you come undone. Vanth groans as you squeeze your legs, trapping him at your cunt.
Boba moans his praise as your throat tightens around his cock. When you settle, he pulls out, a thick strand of saliva following his cock and dragging on your tits.
Din gathers it with his fingers and uses it to wet your nipples, tugging them until you cry out. With Vanth still gently licking at you, it's too much, and you squirm to get away.
“That’s your last strike, alor’ika,” Boba warns. “Would you like us to tie you down so you don’t have to try so hard?”
You nod. Though you were enjoying being held down by Din—his sure grasp always made you feel safe—you also knew he wouldn’t be sitting there all night.
Not that you knew what their plans were. You had easily agreed to their proposal, and they knew all your regular limits. Their offer to Vanth had been blunt and simple as well.
“Our girl here likes to get fucked,” Boba had said after Din had started to ask more delicately. “We want to fulfill her wish of being filled, but we don’t have enough cocks between us.”
Later, Vanth had cornered you alone in a passage. “You okay, with the things they said about you back there?”
It had been mortifying to tell him yes, and you were more than okay with the way they said them, too.
He had looked impressed for a moment and finally allowed himself to look you up and down. “I’d be more than happy to join, but I don’t take what isn’t given freely.”
“I don’t give what I can’t stand to lose,” you said. For good measure, you gave him a kiss on the cheek, patted your hand against it, and slipped away into another hall.
(It was strange to think that the only person in the room you hadn’t kissed was Din. Between Boba’s slow, firm lips and Cobb’s scruff, you thought maybe you could imagine it.)
Din pulls you by the underarms to sit in front of him, stealing you away from Cobb’s eager mouth.
“Hey, I wasn’t finished,” he says, sitting back on his heels.
“Yeah, you were,” Din says. “Mine next.” He pulls your arms behind your back and holds tight while Boba secures your wrists together with the rope. He pushes you forward, bent over, so he can slide out from behind you.
He rolls you onto your side and pulls you down closer to the edge of the bed. You feel Boba’s broad, bare chest against your back. They had spent plenty of time working you open with a frankly overwhelming amount of fingers and mouths, so when he lines his cock up at your asshole and pushes, your body welcomes him in.
This part you know well enough. He makes himself at home inside you and then holds infuriatingly still once there is no more to give. Din kneels on the bed, one of your legs around his waist and the other held open by Boba’s knee.
He takes his time tormenting your already sensitive cunt, sinking into you slowly with a hand on Boba’s leg. Meanwhile, Boba lifts your head and shoulders a little, helpless as you are to help arrange yourself, and holds you there while Vanth arranges himself.
“You’re not going to be able to lift yourself off his cock, cyare, so you tap Fett if you need help,” Din says.
True to his words, when Boba gently let you down, you had nowhere to go but onto Vanth’s cock. He wasn’t quite as thick as Din or as long as Boba, but it was still a decent prick. It bumped the back of your throat, and you gag a little.
“Grab her hair, you’ll have to help her,” Boba tells Vanth, who hesitates. “She likes it,” Boba says.
You try to reassure him, nodding fractionally and moaning a very muffled “uh-huh.”
Vanth grabs a handful of your hair and tests it out, which Din takes as an invitation to start fucking you in earnest.
If you thought you’d been thoroughly fucked before, you were wrong.
Vanth uses your throat like a cocksleeve, gentle but relentless, his taste heady on your tongue. Boba fills you near-constantly, preferring smaller thrusts focused deep rather than pulling back. And Din. Din never failed to take you apart; his honed focus and practiced hands zeroing in on the most sensitive parts of you. He made optimal use of his available equipment in any situation, and fucking was no exception.
He and Boba fall into a familiar rhythm, only slightly thrown off by Vanth, but it's dizzying. There isn’t a second when you aren’t being caressed or used or praised.
It's overwhelming in the best and worst ways. All you can taste, smell, and feel is flesh and musk. The air is humid, heavy with sweat, and the sheets cloistering. The press of their bodies holds you tethered to the world, pulling you down when the pleasure threatened to steal all the thoughts away in the current.
Din’s persistent fingers on your clit bring you tumbling into the haze, vision blanking. Vanth moans, holding you in place as you shake. Din’s fingers scrabble for more, working you past the threshold to rip more intense pleasure from you as you clamp down on his cock.
And Boba holds you tight against his chest, murmuring to you, voice like a beacon in a storm. “So good, alor’ika. Shh, that’s it, just take it, we’ve got you.”
Din takes mercy on you after the second orgasm wanes, and removes his fingers from your clit, bringing them up for Boba to taste. You almost hate being trapped on Vanth’s cock for a second, wishing you could watch him suck your juices from Din’s bare hand.
“Sweet as always,” Boba hums, pressing a kiss to Din’s fingers before letting him go.
Vanth is the first to fall. He gives you a warning, looking to Boba for help to move you.
“You can cum in her mouth,” Boba says. “She wants you to.”
“Is that true, darlin’?” Cobb says, tugging you up a little.
You try to cry “please” around his cock but settle for giving him a thumbs-up behind your back. Your arms are crushed against Boba, so he had to pass the message on.
“Well, if that’s what the lady wants,” Vanth says. He picks up the pace a little, and you focus on him,
He doesn't force it down your throat, content to let you swallow around him, trying not to let any of his thick, salty cum escape. It dribbles out around your lips, but he doesn't seem to mind at all. Fortunately, when he softens enough, he is able to adjust your head to lay in his lap instead of trying to extract himself.
Vanth leans against the headboard, wiping sweat from his eyes. He thanks you sweetly, brushing his hand through your hair. You press a kiss to his thigh and content yourself to be taken apart by your lovers.
Din doesn't last long after, but he refuses to let go unless you cum with him, so he picks back up his attentions to your clit. You thrash in Boba’s arms, and he tightens his grip so he won’t slide out.
“Udesii, alor’ika,” he says, pressing his lips to your neck. “Give it to him.”
When you hit your peak, the blood rushes to your head, everything tightening, and their voices lost to the waves. You come to only a few seconds later, with Din still pulsing inside your cunt and his shaky hand on your cheek.
“Stay with us for just a little longer,” Din says. “Gotta give us one more, okay, cyare? Just one more, and we’ll let you rest.”
He pulls out, watching his cum leak out of you for a moment, before pushing it back in with his thick fingers and resuming rubbing a softer but demanding circle around your clit.
“You don’t have long,” he warns Boba, feeling the way your swollen bud throbs angrily under his thumb.
“Don’t need long,” Boba grunts, giving you a few harder thrusts. “Now,” he commands Din.
“Sorry, cyare,” Din lies a little. He does feel bad knowing how tired you are. But it doesn't stop him from pinching your clit between his thumb and forefinger and tugging gently.
You aren’t aware of Boba’s cock twitching inside you, filling you. You aren’t aware of how Vanth’s fingers tighten in your hair for a moment. Can’t feel Din’s fingers release you, can’t hear yourself scream.
When the world stops flashing vibrant strobes behind the darkness, you become aware first of the cool Tatooine night breeze across your bare arm, tickling across its path. The sheet is draped across you, and there’s no idle stickiness, so they must have cleaned you up. When you force open your sleep-heavy eyes, weariness and a pleasant ache deep in your bones, you see Boba and Vanth in conversation over glasses of deep brown liquor.
The fresher is running. Vanth’s hair is wet and slicked back; they must have insisted he go first.
You sit up, sheet pooling at your waist. Boba, already facing you, looks up at the first sign of movement.
“Did you have a good nap, alor’ika?” he teases. “How do you feel?”
“Fucking fantastic,” you assure, aware of how the worry lingered deep in him.
“Spoiled brat,” he says, shaking his head and taking a drink from his glass.
Vanth comes over to sit on the edge of the bed. “I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?”
“Not at all,” you reach out to hold his hand. “Thank you.”
“Thank me? I should be thanking you. Between the repairs and your company, I’m in debt to you all for the rest of my life.”
“Consider us even,” Din says. He closes the fresher door behind him, dressed in a clean linen tunic and loose pants. His arms and feet are bare, and droplets of water cling to his neck.
“If you say so, partner,” Vanth says. He gives your hand a squeeze and stands up. “I was just waitin’ for you to wake up, honey. Didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.”
“Thank you, Cobb,” you say with a soft smile.
“D’you mind if I have a kiss for the road?”
You lean up to meet him, his lips pressing firm but chaste against yours. He kisses your forehead before pulling away.
“I’ll walk with you,” Din says.
“Don’t be a stranger, now,” Vanth says to you and Boba, and the pair leave the room.
Your face falls, skin prickling. Boba is up in an instant, sitting beside you and pulling you to him.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. I just feel… sad.”
“Rough come down, little one?” He rubs a hand in circles on your back. “That was quite intense.”
You climb into his lap, snuggling up against his chest, and he holds you tight while you let the feelings wash over you, breathing through them.
The door slides open to allow Din and his large tray of food back into the room. He brings it over and sets it on the mattress.
“Eat, and we can go to sleep, or have a bath,” Boba says, reaching around you to help himself to the small feast Din had delivered. It looked like overkill, but you knew it would be picked clean. They always had an appetite after fucking, and your stomach was growling, too.
Plus, now that you could eat, you were trying to get as much strength recovered as possible. You’d need it, in the days ahead.
As you pick through fruit, you realize something is missing. “Cyare, you forgot a plate,” you say to Din. “Did you eat in the kitchens?”
Boba looks up, and something prickles up your spine.
Din sits very still on the chair he had pulled up to the end of the bed.
Your chest is tight, every alarm in your body blaring.
When he moves, your brain doesn’t process it right away. Doesn't realize what the motions mean until the helmet is lifting off the top of his head, soft fluffs of hair not quite resettling.
You can’t breathe.
You hadn’t seen him, that night on Gideon’s ship. You had turned away, closed your eyes, even though it meant missing Grogu’s departure.
And apparently, his warm brown eyes and the way they crinkled at the corners. His disheveled hair, the salt and pepper of his mustache and beard, and his lips, turned down at the corners.
You can’t breathe, so you close your eyes.
He moves the tray off the bed and climbs onto it, kneeling in front of you and cupping your face in his hands. “Cyare, please.”
“Wh-why?” It comes out between shaky breaths. You aren’t sure if you are going to hyperventilate or cry. Or both.
“I told you, cyare. We are in this together. And I’m going to put it back on, and I hope someday you can, too. But I want you to know me. What’s the point of having taken it off at all if you don’t know me?”
The answer is cry, apparently. You open your eyes, letting the tears slip free, and look up at him. A shaky sob works its way out, and you reach to pull him close.
“Now you’ll have something handsome to look at,” Boba teases, “and not just an old man or your own reflection.”
“Don’t say that,” you smack a hand against his chest. “You’re very handsome.”
“Yes, very distinguished,” Din teases.
Boba reaches up and flicks him in the nose, breaking into a laugh when Din fails to move away, unused to needing to protect his face.
You laugh, too, and Din turns his pout on you.
“You think that’s funny, cyare?” he says, a playful lilt in his voice.
And in his smile.
It clenches at your chest, and you can’t take it anymore. You sit up and kiss him, the meal and bath long forgotten.
Mando'a (in order of use): hut'uun - coward but incredibly offensive to a Mandalorian cyare - beloved aliit - family alor'ika - princess, essentially aruetii - an outsider, a non-Mandalorian dar'manda - the state of no longer being Mandalorian udesii - quiet
I sat down to write this and SWORE I could just write pwp this time. "You don't need a plot. You don't need feelings. It's an orgy." And here we are.
I couldn't resist the punny title, but also the working title was "from the desert cums a stranger," so this is infinitely better.
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galaxyedging · 2 years ago
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Din x reader x Cobb
Test the Waters
Summary: The reader enjoys a drink with Din and Cobb, unaware that they have plans for her.
Smut. P in V sex, male and female oral. No m/m(this time) Unprotected sex.
The sound of laughter filled the air as Cobb Vanth continued to regale you and Din will tales from his time as a marshal. There was something about the small town marshal that was disarming. Maybe it was he easy going nature or that fact that he was so attractive. Even Din seemed more relaxed than usual or maybe that was because he had been actually drinking with you tonight. He had sat behind you and Cobb, occasionally tipping his helmet back to drink.
".....and that's how I found out she had a husband." Cobb laughed. Bringing the hand up that had been slung over the back of you chair he put it round your waist to pull you closer as you both laughed, like it was just the two of you sharing the joke. When he let go and reached for his drink he added "She was worth it though." Looking pointedly at you before turning to down his drink. Cobb had been flirty and grabby all night but that kind of compliment made you blush. You looked over to Din to see what he made of it. He had moved to sit in front of you a while ago. His visor was training on you, his posture seemed open and relaxed but there was a intensity to the way his visor never left your eyes even when Cobb moved on to his next story. Cobb wrapped up his story and turned to you "What about you darlin'? A beautiful woman like you must have broken your fair share of hearts."
You smirked at him "A lady never tells."
"Ok...but does she kiss?" He asked leaning closer and gentle touching your jaw. There was a lot to unpack in that moment. Was he expecting you to kiss him while your 'friend' just sat there? You weren't a prude but you didn't want to make Din feel uncomfortable. Plus there was Din, your relationship was...complicated. It was like constantly having that feeling you get when you stand up somewhere high. That impulse to jump. To fly, to feel the rush and excitement. Then the rational part of your brain kicks in to save you from harm.
In the second since Cobb touched your face you instinctively looked to Din. He hadn't moved.
"It's ok sweetheart." Cobb brought your attention back to him. He moved closer. Your eyes flitted back to Din.
"Like he said it's ok." came that smooth as silk voice of the Mandalorian.
Excitement rushed through you, you had no idea was was happening. You were more than happy to see where this was going. Closing the gap, you kissed Cobb lightly on the lips. As if a fire had be lit underneath him Cobb sprang into action. His hand wove into your hair, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. His tongue sort entrance at your lips. Once you granted it he moved it in such a way that you couldn't help think where else you would want that tongue. All that practice with the women in his stories had clearly paid off. He was an exceptional kisser. When he eventually pulled away you were breathless. His lips travelled down to your neck as you turned to Din. His position was still the same, the intensity from earlier was gone but the way he looked at you felt no less intense to you.
Cobb bit lightly on you shoulder, grabbing your attention again. Your mouth opening in a moan gave him the perfect opportunity to capture your lips again.
"Come here sugar." he breathed as he pulled you into his lap. It was warm tonight so you had thrown on a tunic that came down to your mid thigh. His hand gripped your bare flesh, throwing your leg over his so you straddled him. Din had said kissing was ok. This was a lot more than kissing you could feel the marshals erection pressing up into you as he continued to kiss the life out of you. Cobb must have felt the tension in your body as your impulses told you to turn to Din. "Don't worry. We won't leave him out." You had no idea what that meant. It had you instantly wetter as soon as it left his mouth though. Suddenly, Cobb lifted you up. You were impressed. He didn't seem as strong as Din and you weren't petit. He carried you round the table. Before you could wonder too much about where you were headed. Cobb was releasing you, right into Din's arms. You were on his lap facing Cobb. His chestplate was cool against your back, his legs slotted in between yours, hands at your waist.
"Is this ok?" he asked quietly.
You leaned back into him, moving one of his hands to wrap around you and pull you closer. "Yes."
Cobb stood in front of you as if he were waiting his turn. Din raised his hands in front of you, slowly his pulled of his gloves. It was like your own private strip tease. You'd never seen his hands like this before now you thought you'd never stop seeing them. Gorgeous tanned, strong, thick fingers flexed in front of you. While you thought of all the things Din could do with those hands he seemed have settled on just one. His strong hands covered you breasts. Caressing them through the thin material. Moaning his name, you were suddenly aware of his cock pressing into you lower back. It twitched in response to your sounds. Maker, how hadn't you notice that before? Maybe your brain just assumed it was more Baskar, it was just as hard. Din continued his torturously slow exploration of you chest until he began to undo your buttons.
"Cobb!" Din called as he shifted in his chair, opening his legs and your's along with him. Cobb wasted no time in dropping to his knees in the space Din had made. His lips found your now bare flesh. Him sucking one of your nipples into his mouth had you crying out his name.
Another twitch from Din. "Fuck." he swore low under the helmet, the vocoder still picked it up.
Din's hand swiftly moved down from your waist, it trailed down you thigh for a moment before moving back up and under the side of your underwear. He began to ease it down.
"Cobb." he called again. Cobb moved back enough to help help pull you underwear off. It was at this point you realised Cobb wasn't waiting his turn earlier, he was waiting for instructions, permission. The flood of arousal this brought didn't go unnoticed by Cobb. "She's so wet for us, boss."
Cobb's words made your pussy throb. They had planned this. Din had arranged for him to pleasure you. You had no solid idea why but the possibilities thrilled you.
Din's voice came out rough, even by his standards. "Make her scream."
Cobb wasted no time in licking up your folds. Savouring all the sweetness that had escaped. He swirled his tongue around your clit before moving back down to sink his tongue inside you. You were a moaning mess by the time he pulled away.
"Maker, you taste good honey." Din's hand that had been resting on you thigh moved across to swipe his fingers along your pussy. Your head had long since melted back onto his shoulder. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him lift the helmet just enough to slip his fingers underneath. The sound he made shook you. "He's right. Sweetest thing I've even tasted." he breathed out. He turned his attention back to Cobb "Keep your tongue inside of her."
Cobb quickly obeyed. His strong, talented tongue swirled inside you, fucking you. Din's hand grazed your thigh, leaving a trail of your juices mixed with his saliva. He brought his fingers to your clit and started to tease it. Running his finger tips around it rather than on it. Or gently squeezing it between the length of his fingers. "Mando." you spat as a warning. If he didn't touch you properly...well let's be honest, you weren't going to do shit. You were going to lay back here and be thankful for anything these two men would give you. He chuckled before pressing two fingers into you clit and stroking upwards.
"Yes! Mando!" you whimpered. "Is that what you need beautiful? Are you going to be a good girl and give Cobb what he wants? He's been wanting you to come on his face for days now. He bet that you had the sweetest tasting cunt to match the rest of you. He hasn't been able to take his eyes off that figure of yours. The way you fill out your clothes made him want to fill you with something else." His hand sped up on your clit. "Me too. So I guess you have to decide who you want to fill you first. Him? Or me?" He punctuated the last word with a rough squeeze of your breast.
"You, Mando. Always you!" you moaned as you came on Cobb's tongue. You body arched so much that four strong hands held you down. The same hands then lifted you up. Cobb continued to lick you, gorging on your release. Din was shifting his hand underneath you. Before you realise it his cock head was at your entrance.
"Is this ok?" he asked just as quietly as before.
Your response was to sink down onto him, pulling away from Cobb who then stood up in front of you. Din made a sound like all the air had left his lungs. You whined at him filling you. He felt heavy inside of you. Stretching you, his cock seemed as thick as his thighs, that you had spent entirely too much time thinking of riding. Din gripped your neck from behind and encourage you to start riding him. His hips slipped low in his seat so he could thrust up into you. You fell into a lazy rhythm of hard, slow thrusts. Both of you feeling every inch as he moved inside of you. Both of you moaning praise to one another. At first you were so completely consumed with the feeling of Din you forgot about Cobb. Until you looked up and saw him palming himself through his pants. The outline of his cock made you lick your lips. Maybe it was time for someone else to be in charge.
"Cobb." you called, grunting when Din thrust into you.
"Chair." you gestured with your head where you wanted it. " Sit down." you managed to say once he returned.
Din was still steadily filling you with his cock. There was no sense of urgency, you both just enjoy each languid thrust. "Mando? Can I taste him?" you almost squealed when Din's reaction was to lift you with his dick still fully buried in you and bend you over so you could reach Cobb. Cobb had already freed his member. Which was standing proud, seemingly slightly longer than Din's but no where near as thick. You ran the underside out you tongue over the tip tasting his precome. It was bitter but not unpleasant.
"Fuck darlin'!" Cobb drawled as you took him in you mouth. Din's pace picked up a little as sucked Cobb's dick down as far as you could. "
How does her mouth feel? Is it as good as tight wet cunt?" Din had a reputation of being quiet right now you figured he was just saving up all his words for the bedroom, or you know, catina. Which you now released might be empty but it wasn't closed anyone could walk in and see you being railed by a Mandalorian while giving the town marshal a blow job. That should not turn you on the way it did. As if he sensed your mind wandering Din brought you back.
"Do you like being filled with both our cocks?" you could only moan around Cobb in response, who groaned and pulled your head away. "Fuck. Her mouth's so good. A man could start a war to get just a second with a woman like that. I'd rather come in that sweet pussy, if it's all the same to you?" You weren't sure who he was asking but it was Din that answered.
"Me first." Pulling you towards the bar he pushed you head and chest down on it. Gripping your thigh he pushed one knee up onto the edge of the bar allowing him to sink deeper inside you. The pressure of him pressing into you was incredible. You couldn't even take in enough breath to make a sound as he pounding into hard.
"Easy there Mando, you're going to break her on me." Cobb chuckled he was standing off to the side slowly stroking his length.
"Shit. Don't fucking stop Mando." you managed to choke out as he sped up. A few more hard thrust had you coming. You bit you lip to stop from scream his name, his real name.
"Fuck." Din grunted as your slick flooded around him and your cunt clamped down on his trying to steal his release. "Where do you want it?" he panted.
"Inside. Come inside me Mando. I want to feel you." That was enough to send him over the edge with one last thrust he buried himself as far inside you as he could to shoot his release. Your over sensitive pussy quivered around him edging towards another orgasm.
"She wants to come again." Din told Cobb breathlessly as he slid out of you. Cobb was soon there hoisting you up onto the bar and slipping between your legs. "
Is that what you need baby? To come again? Do you want to do it all over my cock?" You could only nod.
Between your come and Din's, Cobb had no problem bottoming out inside you. "That's it baby girl. Fucking take all of it."
You wondered if both these men would have been able to just talk you into coming without even touching you. This position with Cobb was a lot more intimate. He kissed you as he fucked you hard and deep but your eyes stayed on Din. He had tucked himself away and was standing with his thumbs hooked into his belt. How was that man so sexy when fully clothed? His visor was trained on you face. Taking in every moment of your pleasure. He was the last thing you saw before your eyes closed as another orgasm flowed up from you toes.
"Oh, sweetheart!" Cobb groaned as you clenched around him. All too soon he has pulling out of you. "So fucking gorgeous. I love these thighs, so soft." He gripped high on you leg as he roughly jerked himself. "Wish I could come in the pretty little pussy but I feel like your man might shoot me where I stand if I come in what's his. I'll settle for painting these beautiful curves inside."
He practically growled you name as his hand sped up and he shot thick ropes of come on your thigh and hip. Exhaustion threatened to take you were you sat. Din appeared by your side cupping your head sagged, sighing deeply with satisfaction.
Cobb had grabbed a clean towel from the bar to clean you up. "Time to say goodnight, huh, sweet thing?" he chuckled as Din lifted you into his arms. "You two are welcome back any time." he called after you as Din carried you to your temporary home.
"Thank you." Din spoke to the old woman sitting on the porch as you approached.
"You're welcome, the kid never made a sound. A little too much fun?" she giggled gesturing to your spend form in his arms.
"Something like that." you could hear the grin in his voice as he answered.
You heard her shuffle off to her home as Din opened the door and laid you on the bed. You curled on you side needing to rest your eyes for a minute longer. The bed dipped behind you as Din joined you. Turning over you curled into him.
"Din? Can I asked you a question?" you asked tracing shapes on his armour with your fingers.
"Of course." he replied instantly.
"Not that am complaining but what the hell was that?!" you exclaimed with all the energy you could muster.
He was quiet for a while before sighing "Cobb told me he was interested in you, he wanted to make sure we weren't..." he trailed off. "I told him that it was up to you. I didn't own you. He said that I might want to rethink that because he had seen how you look at me."
"How did he say I looked at you?" you asked his chest quietly.
"Like I look at you. With need, want, longing." He replied to the top of your head just as quietly. "I wanted to ask you if it was true but I was afraid. I didn't want to lose you. I also didn't think it was fair for you to miss out on some things. Since I can't..." he tapped he helmet. "Cobb was particularly boastful of his oral skills. So I figured it was a good way to test the waters with you."
"By having another man make me come? Am not sure if that's the worse way in the world to tell someone you like them or..." you pressed your thighs together at the pleasant ache between them. "...the best way ever."
Din let out a chuckle. "You know we could probably spend another night here. I wouldn't mind sharing you with Cobb one more time. As long as you're leaving with me." he paused sounding more insecure than you could even imagine him to be "You are...with me, aren't you?"
"Yes." you replied simply pressing a kiss to the side of his helmet. "Now get some rest. You'll need it for tomorrow."
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daddy-issues-99 · 8 months ago
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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
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prolix-yuy · 3 years ago
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Possession
Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader x Cobb Vanth
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Summary: In a city called Mos Pelgo, soon to be named Freetown, a Marshal, a Mandalorian, and a Guild member sit for a drink. They also sit with a question - how to get rid of the adrenaline coursing through their veins, remnants of tearing a krayt dragon in two.
You have some ideas.
Word Count: 8.8k
Warnings: Holy Hell E, 18+ Smut, MINORS DNI, Threesome, descriptions of male and female bodies, PiV sex, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), anal play, rimming, cum eating, creampie, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control), don’t be a fool wrap your tool, fingers in mouths, rough sex, everyone’s a switch and everyone is bi, m/m, m/m/f, m/f, The Helmet Comes Off, slight sensory deprivation, a dash of feelings.
Notes: As promised, to celebrate 162 followers (WHAT) and an early April Fool's Day, a piece of absolute smutty smutness. After the throwaway line in Good Company about how hot it would be to watch Mando and Vanth fight over armor, this leapt out of me.
This fic is NOT set in my ongoing I Think of You series. Though the reader character there might have had a dream or two like this…I was a whore for Timothy Oliphant long before I tumbled into Pedro Pascal, and what I wouldn’t give to be in that hunk sandwich.
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corazondebeskar-reads · 1 year ago
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Kinktober 2023 Masterlist
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Prompts from this list by @absurdthirst. The pairings are all f!reader with Mostly Mando and some Joel Miller.
Key: 🏴 = dark, 💕 = fluff, ⛓ = bdsm, 💀 = dead dove do not eat
18+ ONLY, minors DNI. All fics on this list are explicit. I reserve the right to change or skip any of the unwritten fics listed below.
Day 1 - Sex Toys/Mutual Masturbation (Din Djarin x f!reader)
Day 2 - Frottage/Virginity (Din Djarin x f!reader) 💕
Day 3 - Rimming/Handjob/Dry Humping (Din Djarin x f!reader) ⛓
Day 4 - Overstimulation/Human Urinal (dark!Joel Miller x f!reader) 🏴⛓💀
Day 5 - Facesitting/Body Worship (Din Djarin x f!reader) ⛓
Day 6 - Collar (Din Djarin x f!reader) ⛓
Day 7 - Anonymous Sex/Somnophilia (Din Djarin x f!reader, Paz Vizsla x f!reader)
Day 8 - Sex Pollen/Sexual Competition (Din Djarin x f!reader) ⛓️
Day 9 - Cumshot/Prostitution (Joel Miller x f!reader)
Day 10 - Anal/Crying (Din Djarin x f!reader) ⛓
Day 11 - Exhibitionism/Teasing (Din Djarin x f!reader)
Day 12 - Orgasm Denial (Din Djarin x f!reader) ⛓️
Day 13 - Wrist Restraints/Triple Penetration (Din Djarin x f!reader x Boba Fett x Cobb Vanth) ⛓️💕
Day 14 - Suspension Bondage/Abduction (dark!Joel Miller x f!reader) 🏴⛓️💀
Days 15 & 16 - Boot Worship/Genital Worship/Impact Play/Sound Restriction (Din Djarin x f!reader) ⛓
Day 17 - Blowjob/Breath Control (Joel Miller x f!reader)
Day 20 - Thigh Fucking (Joel Miller x f!reader) 💕
Day 21 - Hair Pulling/Masturbation (Joel Miller x f!reader) 💕
Day 22 - Spiritual Possession/Sexual Exhaustion (dark!Din Djarin x f!reader) 🏴⛓💀
Day 23 - Breeding/Fancy Dress (Mand'alor!Din Djarin x f!reader)
Day 24 - Brat/Caging (dom!Din Djarin x f!reader) ⛓
Day 25 - Knives (dark!Joel Miller x f!reader) 🏴💀
Day 26 - Tentacles/Crying (dark!Din Djarin x f!reader) 🏴
Day 28 - Cuckolding (Din Djarin x f!reader x Boba Fett)
Day 29 - Genital Pumping (dom!Din Djarin x f!reader) ⛓
Day 30 - Double Penetration/Fisting (Din Djarin x f!reader x Boba Fett)
Day 31 - Free Use (Joel Miller x f!reader)
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stardust-kenobi · 3 years ago
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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?
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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.
~~
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.
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Since you opened requests I just had to grasp the opportunity. Instead of a trope or so, I wanted to send in something a little different. I have this sentence that had been sitting in my notes for a long time, and wonder if you could make something with it, if that is ok with you? "Marks and scars tell as much of a story as words do, sometimes even more so." As for the characters? Cobb Vanth x F! Reader and I will leave it to you if it is SFW of NSFW, I love all of it anyway.
I love me a bit of Cobb 🥹 enjoy my lovely friend @ladykatakuri
A Love We Never Got Over
𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙
Cobb Vanth X F!Reader
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You and Cobb go back, way back. On your return you hear about the standoff between him and the notorious Bounty Hunter. Sometimes, it’s never too late to give up on something once true.
warnings: mentions of blood and Cobbs wound, you and Cobb have a history, little angst and some fluff too for good measure. Safe for work mainly. A little suggestive if you squint.
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𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙
Mos Pelgo. Just as barren and dull as you remembered.
It had been a year, maybe two for that matter when you last stepped foot into this town. The sand sinks beneath your feet with every step and the hot Tatooine sun beams against the back of your neck and you couldn’t help but bask in it for a small moment, not being surprised that you had missed it.
You halt midway through the town and take it all in. Everything seemed the same but it was quiet… very quiet. Upon your travels you had heard that the town had changed and the Mining Collective had vanished but where was everyone now? And where was Cobb?
So you check the place you thought he’d be first, the local cantina.
Stepping inside you’re hit with a pang of familiarity. Yourself and Cobb would’ve spent so many long nights in here talking each other's ears off, drinking until you were both under the table but that changed so quickly. Staring at the booth in the corner of the cantina, your heart sank as the memory of your first kiss, your first everything….
Your sullen thoughts are interrupted when you hear your name called and you turn to the bar where the Weequay who you had known for a long time stares right at you.
“Hey Taanti.” You breathe softly. He stares at you for a moment longer and you would not be surprised if he were to kick you out and tell you to never return. Instead, a smile broke out on his lips and the rag he was using to clean a glass was thrown onto the bartop before he came bounding towards you with outstretched arms.
“I can’t believe my eyes.” He gushed, embracing you tightly to the point you had to gasp for breath. As he pulls away he grasps your cheeks and sighs heavily but still with a smile. “Where have you been, woman? It’s been far too long.”
“Exploring the galaxy. Just as I had always hoped to do.” You smile and walk with him as he gestures to a table where the pair of you could catch up.
He smiles expectantly and nods his head. “Ah, I remember you always talking about that but why are you here back?”
Your wry smile answers his question.
Taanti shifts somewhat uncomfortably. “Left a lot of things unsaid?”
“You could say that.” You look down, ashamed and embarrassed as you remember the night you had fled. Cobb and you said some unkind things to each other but in the heat of everything, you realised that it was stupid. So much time wasted. “Where is he?”
Then you see the way his face drops, swirling his fingers around on the flat table as another sigh draws from his mouth. “I need to tell you something… but please don’t panic.”
Okay. Just breathe.
𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙
Convincing the guards to let you into Jabba- or this Boba’s palace was a task and a half. But with enough determination and low-key begging, they let you inside but of course escorted you to where Cobb was.
Every step was driving you insane. You were closer to him than you have been for years with every step you took but when it got to the door where he was behind, you halted.
The guard stopped too and gave you a weary look. “Are you ready?”
Your breathing had stopped and you found the floor suddenly more interesting. “I… yeah. Sorry.” You collect yourself and allow the guard to open the door.
The room revealed to you was spacious and eerily cleaned to perfection. It was also quite dark, the lights above dimly lit and the main source of light being the open windows that were shielded by a soft fabric of curtain that billowed gently.
However it was the large tank far ahead that caught your eye the most which most definitely had a person inside.
The guard was kind enough to give you some space and that they’ll wait outside as you finally find the courage to walk forward.
With slow and tepid steps, you are standing by the bacta tank and you take a deep breath before looking over and that’s when your world explodes.
There he was. Just laying there. His chest was bare but had his lower half covered and he was alive of course but barely according to Taanti. Immediately tears brimmed to your eyes and you had to hold back a choked sob.
“Oh you idiot Cobb. Damn idiot.” You sniffle with a shake of your head, watching as his chest rises and falls.
You stay for a while, just watching until you place a hand over the glass top, just over where his chest was and take control of your breathing. Wiping away a leaking tear with the back of your hand you closed your eyes and took in the moment.
You’re here with him now and you can not help that sickening feeling in your gut that maybe this would not have happened if you left. You feel selfish, selfish for wanting something more that the galaxy had to offer. And now he was laying there, a blaster wound to his shoulder. Kriff, he was lucky it wasn’t the chest.
Then his eyes opened.
It took him a moment to see, the bacta making everything a little hazy but he was so sure that it was you.
You were standing over him, eyes still closed and every so slowly reached towards the buttons on the side where once hit, the bacta is drained.
The noise made your eyes shoot open and sure enough, his were staring right into yours. It was as if you got short yourself, stumbling back as you watched the lid begin to open followed by Cobb slowly emerging out. Not once did he take his eyes off you either.
He stands, body dripping wet as you stumble back and suddenly grow shy. You looked down at the floor, cursing to yourself that this may have been a mistake because his face? Unreadable. Mad? Sad? Confused? You could not place it but you heard him come closer and closer until he was standing right in front of you.
Silence filled the room, the odd sound of water dripping against the marble floor. Then, after a moment, he speaks.
“Look at me.”
And so you do.
Your eyes lock once more and your heart flutters, just as it did all that time ago. As he’s looking at you, Cobb had nothing short of adoration written all over his face. The same look he had given you when he first laid his eyes on you. “Darling, why are you here?” Comes his question, soft spoken and trembling with anxiety.
Truth is, you did know and you also didn’t. You knew you had to see him, knowing that there was a love still there. But, were you crazy? To come back after all this time? “I…” you try to talk, finding it hard to find your voice but you were struggling, “I wanted to see you.”
Those words were all he wanted to hear after all this time. You wanted to see him and he had longed to see you just as much. With not one ounce of communication between the pair of you one would think he would be furious that you had the audacity to just show up. But you were here and you were just as beautiful as the day you left.
Without any word of warning, you feel a pair of arms around you and you’re brought into a damp, toned chest. Your heart was racing and you were truly shocked.
Your hands pathetically lay by your sides as his arms wrap around your shoulders, his breathing a little heavy and you swear you could hear him wince once you eventually begin to hug back.
“I didn’t think I’d see you again.” Voice hoarse, you pull your head back to look up at him.
“You’re not mad at me?”
“Mad?” He tuts with a shake of his head. “Never. I’m just glad you’re alive.”
“As am I.” You breathe softly, resting your cheek against his bare chest and letting your eyes fall shut. “Can’t believe you got yourself shot.”
He chuckles but then flinches a little at the movement so you pull all the way back and inspect his wound closely. “At least it’s not in your chest.”
“Was close though.” He sighs and that’s when he decides it’s best to grab a robe and cover himself up in front of you. Once dressed suitably, he walks towards a marble white bench and pats the spot beside him for you to come sit. You do and the pair of you both fall into silence.
You both somehow found solace in this. You both didn’t need to speak at this moment but just embraced the feeling of knowing that you were together again and both alive. Thinking back to how you left, the last hurtful words you tossed at one another didn’t seem to matter any more. Despite feeling that you left a moment of your soul before you left, it doesn’t seem that way.
“Cobb,” your voice finds you, “why don’t you hate me?”
His head snaps in your direction as you speak, your eyes glistening a little. “Why would I?”
“I…I left. We were together and happy and I left.” You cursed a little as you began to sniffle as you spoke but you needed to know; to understand why he had no resentment to you.
“You did leave but I was an idiot for not going with you. You wanted the galaxy and I wanted to stay where I felt like I belonged. Little did I know what a mistake I made.” Ever so gently, you place a hand on top of his as he talks, your body warming up as you trace your fingers delicately over the back of his hand.
“A mistake?”
“Look at me, my love. I’ve gotten shot and I’m meant to be the protector of the town. What good am I if I can’t fight off one man?” He berates himself, looking away as if he had disgusted you just as much as he had himself. There was no denying how much the town meant to him, which was a huge reason why he did not want to leave in the first place. “And then I let you slip away.”
You sit for a moment and think and smile gently as you both entwine your fingers and you tilt his head to face you. “A great man once told me ‘marks and scars tell as much of a story as words do, sometimes even more so’.”
He looked at you and felt a wave of intimacy wash over him. He knew those words because he had spoken them to you whenever you were feeling at your lowest. He never thought he would hear you telling him that.
“You may have been shot but that shows great courage and power that highlights you’ll do anything for your town. And me? You let me be happy elsewhere. It may have cut at first but it scarred over and you let me be free. Let me be who I was and let me be happy.” Your words are soft spoken and every ounce of it is true.
He is watching you, truly watching. You looked as though you had not even aged a day but him? Grey haired and more rugged. A jolt of insecurity began to settle in his mind and he just had to ask before he could make a fool out of himself, “Did you ever meet someone else?”
“No. How could I?”
“Well,” he starts off, running a hand through his damp hair as he tries to think of something suave or something charismatic to say, “look at you. Any person in the galaxy would have been lucky to have you. I sure was.” He then chuckles, grinning almost. “Heck, I couldn’t believe how I landed you in the first place.”
You say his name so gently that it was like a symphony to his ears, “Why are you saying ‘was’?”
This time he looks at you puzzled. “W-we broke up? Didn’t we? Truthfully I can’t remember that night as it was a little hazy but-.”
He’s silenced by the taste of something sweet, something familiar and something he had missed.
Your lips press firmly to his in the heat of a moment. Was it just to silence his ramblings? Possibly but it could also be because you wanted to show him that there could never have been anyone else.
He sighs against you, a hand comping up and loosely cupping your cheek with such endearment. The way his fingers caressed your skin sent shockwaves down your skin and you shuddered, only to pull yourself into him until you were in his lap.
With one hand on your cheek and another on your lower back for support, you allowed him to deepen the kiss ever so softly until you felt it - desperation. It became hungry with your hands flying into his hair, teeth clashing which neither of you seemed to mind and Cobb almost cursed in forlorn as he could feel your breasts pushed against his chest.
At first you thought it was just a droplet of water from his hair but you were certain that you were crying but not crying because you were upset, in fact it was quite the opposite. You were happy. So happy.
Eventually with heavy breathing you pull back, resting your foreheads against each other until he breaks the soft silence. “I guess that answers my question.”
You laugh gently and nod, pulling back a little to gaze into those eyes that you got lost in the first time you met. “Cobb, there was never anyone else. It… it wasn’t over for me. It still isn’t.”
Cobb was almost overcome with emotion at your words but he kept it in and instead kissed your forehead, letting it linger. But, you felt his tears trickle down the side of your face.
“I love you.” He whispered.
“I always will.” You replied.
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