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Din finds it endearing, but right now it’s different. Because he’s just watching. He’s not the one you’re excited about. So, he can’t bring himself to join you two. He knows that he wouldn’t be able to handle seeing you look at him like he’s a burden, a buzzkill who only knows how to follow you like a lost pet. But he wants to. Maker does he ever. Because maybe at the end of it all he’d get to keep you. You’d choose him after realizing that he’s always chosen you.

You're melting my heart

It seems though you’ve already beat him to that realization. “Yeah, and who gets him all those blankets? Us. ‘Cause, we’re the best parents in this kriffing galaxy.”

So adorable

His parents. Din preens at your words. “I’ll buy it. You go look around some more, we’re gonna have to leave soon.”

God I enjoyed this so much. It was truly so beautiful and well written!❣️ Thank you so much for this, I've really enjoyed reading this

kar’taylir

din djarin x female!reader

kar’taylir [kar-tie-leer]

to know, to hold in the heart.

summary: the four times Din Djarin almost says it, and the one time he does. alternatively, the four times you almost say it, and the one time you do.

a/n: *gif is not mine, it’s from Pinterest* just imagine that trend on tiktok where people scream and cry in their shower to the bridge of enchanted by taylor swift, except it’s Din doing it. also, did I include a Princess Bride reference? yes, cause I’m trash, but I thought it fit (sidenote this may just be my most favourite thing I’ve ever fucking written??)

warnings: a FUCK ton of angst, major one-sided pining (is it though?), jealousy, broody Din, reader is fucking oblivious, Cobb Vanth being a flirty little shit, eventually a lotta fluff

word count: 6.1K (it's a long one, guys, but I promise its worth it)

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i.

“Stop. Moving.” You spit through gritted teeth as you try to wipe at the bloody mess before you.

Mando flinches beneath the wet rag. “Just-“ he groans as you swipe rather harshly at the wound that traces his entire bicep. “Just use the bacta spray, dank farrik!”

“It’s called cleaning the wound first. Maker, Mando, how you made it this long is kriffing beyond me.” You squeeze out the bloody rag into the bucket placed at your feet before draping it on the side.

The vibroblade that had caused the wound had made a perfect gash—deep, bloody, and very infected.

Usually, you had a weak stomach and weren’t able to tend to wounds, especially of this magnitude. But the more injuries your Mandalorian had acquired, the more you were put in a position to take care of him. And so, here were the two of you, hunched over each other in concentration.

You pull out said bacta spray from the medical kit along with a pair of scissors. Placing your hand along the rip in his shirt, you run your fingers gently around the fraying ends and look at your friend. “I’m going to have to cut the rest of the fabric around the wound so that way the bacta can reach the surrounding areas—“

“No, I—that’s enough—“

“Mando…” you warn lowly, attracting his attention to you. “It’s okay. It’s just me.”

He lets go of a shaky breath and allows himself to lean back against the metal wall. You take that as your go ahead and begin to cut the shirt. You know about his Creed, how strictly he follows it and what he allows himself to feel comfortable with. You respect him greatly, and so you make sure to only cut away the parts of the fabric that is needed.

Splaying your hand on the curve of his armor-ridden shoulder (you had somehow managed to convince him to remove it in order for you actually heal him properly) you take the bacta and spray along the jagged edges of the now clean wound. It’s a nasty cut, but far more manageable when it’s not covered in blood and scabs.

He flinched again at the cool contact but quickly settled into you. “You need to even out your breathing. You're gonna make yourself light-headed.” You say nonchalantly, making sure you are focused on getting bacta to every exposed area possible.

He doesn’t respond, but you do hear him pause, then inhale and exhale deeply through his modulator. You’re grateful for the way it calms you down—hands cease shaking, allowing you to start wrapping his arm in bandages. “You gotta keep this on. You can take it off in a couple days, but until then…” you tuck the open end into itself and stand up wiping at your knees and the dirt that accumulated on them from the ship's floor. “Until then don’t do anything to aggravate it.”

He huffs, but you can tell he tries to hide it as a cough when you shoot him a sour look. “I’m serious, Mando. I see that thing come off before it’s supposed to and you’re a dead man. You hear me? I’ll beat your ass so hard even the New Republic officers won’t be able to find you.”

He groans as he sits up slowly. “They already can’t find me.”

His quip elicits a harsh look from you. He raises his non-injured arm up in defense. “Alright, I get it. I won’t take it off.”

You keep the glare on him until you’re sure he got the message, then slowly allow the hint of a smile to breakthrough.

Then, you hear a coo and feel two tiny hands grab at your ankle. You look down with an even bigger smile and pick up the baby. “Hi, little guy!” You sit him in the curve of your inner elbow and bounce around on your heels, waiting for him to burst into a fit of giggles. Although it doesn’t take much for your tiny green child to laugh, he is almost always overjoyed when you bounce him around or spin with him in the air.

“You wanna see your dad?” His mouth falls open in a silent laugh when you reposition him against your chest. “Yeah, he’s alright. A little stupid, but he’s okay.”

You look up to Mando mid-laugh only to see that he’s already looking at you and the kid.

Typically, it’s unnerving when he stares. After all, intimidation is his strong suit. When he wants to be scary, he is, and with a type of ease only he possesses, he parts crowds like the Geyser Sea. But right now, he isn’t like that. It’s…different, somehow.

Instead of the sharp lines of his visor being pointed down, they’re slightly titled upward—an air of softness to the minuscule movements he makes. A strange, yet familiar feeling bubbles in your stomach, but you do what you know best and push it down. You clear your throat before sitting down beside your friend and place the baby in the middle of you two.

“Tell me again why you waited almost two days to treat that?”

He shrugs, head lolling to the side as the kid plays with his gloved fingers. “You’re better at patching me up, I guess.”

You feel your face quirk up. “Well, you’re not wrong. I am an amazing medic.”

He lets out a soft laugh, picking the green child up and sitting him in his lap. “An amazing medic who passed out after seeing a blaster burn for the first time.”

“Oh, c’mon, that was one time. I didn’t have any experience yet!” You lean into him unconsciously as you both play with your adopted child. “Besides…you don’t seem to be complaining. I mean who else is gonna patch you up? Certainly, not him,” a pair of big brown eyes meets yours. “The kids smart, but he’d definitely try eating at least half of what’s in that med kit.”

He laughs harder this time. The sound reverberates off the walls of the Razor Crest and rattles your ribs.

He’s lovely.

The two of you fall into another bout of comfortable silence. The only sounds are the occasional creaks of an old ship and the baby’s soft humming.

“Y/N…?” You turn your head enough so that way your eyes catch his through his helmet. He breathes deeply, chest rising and falling until yours fall into the same rhythm. He takes one particular shaky breath and then… “thank you.”

"Anytime."

ii.

“Y/N, this is Cobb Vanth. A frien—“

“The Marshal,” you say in awe. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

The man in question shoots you a friendly smile: wide and toothy. He’s an attractive man, with dark silver hair swept to the one side of his face and bright hazel eyes that lift up at the corners. He softly takes your hand in his, cradling it like you do your child. “All good things I hope.”

You snicker, earning a wink from the stranger. He lets your hand fall at that, but never leaves your side, opting to face Mando and bump shoulders with you.

“Mando,” he muses. “You didn’t tell me how pretty your uh, friend here was. Would’ve liked to freshen up a bit, ya know.”

“No need.” Mando’s voice is low and dark and sends chills down your spine. “We’re just visiting. But we should go, it’s getting dark.” He practically stomps towards the two of you, shoulders squared out and head held up high. You quickly notice how his arms are held to his sides, fists clenched as though he’s restraining himself. It makes you nervous.

What he's restraining himself for? You don’t know. But the sight makes you gulp and want to hide in the safety of your bunk on the ship. Even the child, whose head pokes out of the brown satchel that rests on your hip, cowers back into the safety of the bag at the sight of the angry Mandalorian.

“Now wait just a second.” Cobb places a friendly hand on the man’s shoulder and points to the closest—and quite frankly, the only—cantina in Mos Pelgo. “You two just arrived. Take a break for once Mando, yeah? You’re all work and no play, it’s not healthy. Lemme buy you and the lady a drink.”

Somehow, your Mandalorian bristles even more at that notion, and before anything can escalate, you choose to interject.

“That sounds wonderful, Cobb, thank you.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see the familiar beskar helmet snap in your direction. He backs up a bit, adding distance between the three of you, and somehow that one act shows you just how tense the air had gotten.

You watch your friend as he shifts. It’s subtle, hardly noticeable if you’re a stranger—but all too familiar to you. He’s retreating. “You, you want to stay?” His voice is softer than usual and you swear you catch a hint of sadness.

It’s like a punch in the gut.

“Well, we’re just visiting, right? Might as well get a drink. I could go for some spotchka, and uh, I think you could use a break too.” You try to keep your tone as even as possible as you send Mando a comforting smile. One that you hope he accepts as an olive branch.

Instead, he just stands there for a couple seconds as your pulse pounds. Then, he bows his head. “…As you wish.”

“Great!” Cobb says as he leads the three of you up the steps of the cantina. He walks in ahead, calling to the bartender with a loud laugh.

Mando goes to follow him to the bar until you stop him in the middle of the room. You’re both extremely exposed, but that thought doesn’t concern you right now. As a matter of fact, not much does. The only thing that concerns you is him.

It’s always been him.

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. The air is thick and heavy but it’s not from the Tatooine heat, rather, the sudden coldness between two friends. You don’t know what to say to him, but you can’t leave it like this. You can’t pretend that something didn’t just happen, regardless of the fact that you don’t know what that something is. But he waits. He patiently stands there, but he never looks at you. You realize you can’t look at him either.

It can’t just be you…

The kid pushes himself further out of the bag to greet his father, probably picking up on the weird silence. That action alone gives you strength. “Are you okay?” You whisper. You meant to sound stern, but your throat is dry and scratched. You chalk it up as a side effect of being surrounded by sand, but you can’t rule out fear either.

“I don’t know what you mean,” is his response.

Your heart drops…maybe it is just you.

He’s far more composed than you: with his hands on his hips and visor trained on the baby gurgling at your hip. You take a quick once-over of him to make sure you’re not hallucinating, but he remains relaxed. There’s still something wrong. Something feels off with his words, and it hurts to analyze. To worry. To hope that everything’s okay when it definitely feels like it isn’t. “Look,” he sighs and goes to reach for your arm in a way he’s done countless times before. But he stops. He stops mid-air, and you wait for something to happen, but it never does. Simply, you watch him retreat for the second time in ten minutes. “You’re right. We need a break and Cobb’s good company. Seems to like you a lot. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.”

You step closer to him and wish more than anything that you could actually see his eyes. You want to see the colours that flicker in his iris’; the way you imagine they soften at the sight of his son, and how they glow when he laughs. You want to pinpoint the different emotions he feels through eyes alone, but he doesn’t give you that. He just nods politely and walks inside the cantina leaving you and the little green guy to fear the worst.

iii.

He feels stupid.

Like, really kriffing stupid.

Cobb had picked the table furthest from the bar, smack dab in the corner, providing an ample view of the entire cantina. Though there weren’t that many patrons, Din still liked to be in the corner. He was an observer after all. It was where he had the most control because he didn’t have to worry about anyone sneaking up on him. It also allowed him to see everyone in a more subtle way; one where he wasn’t blatantly staring and would likely rile up a drunk who wanted to pick a fight.

He could monitor things and still be able to enjoy what little amount he allowed himself to partake in.

But he feels stupid. Because that’s not the case right now.

He could have a group of raiders walk right up to him and he would never notice. Not when he’s staring at you. It isn’t that this is a rare thing he does because it happens more often than he’d care to admit—when his attention drifts to the one thing, the one person, that somehow constantly invades his mind.

He tells himself that it’s for safety. He’s keeping an eye on you, making sure you’re alright and that no one’s bothering you (although he’s the first one to say anything whenever anyone does). But even he knows that’s a lie.

It’s not uncommon for him to steal subtle (or what he hopes are subtle) glances at you, but it is uncommon for him to be this angry when looking at you.

Usually, he’s at peace when it comes to you. But he wasn’t anticipating Cobb to invite the two of you for a drink. He wasn’t anticipating Cobb to take such a liking to you, nor, to offer to go with you to the bar to get said drinks even though you’re more than capable. But out of all the surprises he’s had today, the one that shakes him the most is you taking such a liking to Cobb.

The two of you are talking wildly to each other as the barkeep prepares your drinks. You’re smiling at him and he’s smiling right back, and you’re doing that thing where when you get excited you talk with your hands.

Din finds it endearing, but right now it’s different. Because he’s just watching. He’s not the one you’re excited about. So, he can’t bring himself to join you two. He knows that he wouldn’t be able to handle seeing you look at him like he’s a burden, a buzzkill who only knows how to follow you like a lost pet. But he wants to. Maker does he ever. Because maybe at the end of it all he’d get to keep you. You’d choose him after realizing that he’s always chosen you.

He forces himself to look away at that. Why would you choose someone who you can’t even see return your smile?

He’d never disobey his Creed. It’s a part of him, it’s what he stands for. And yet, he can’t count the number of times he’s second-guessed himself just to show you that he does in fact smile, that he’s alive, that he needs you more than anything. He’s a breathing man with a bleeding heart that wasn’t made for you but can’t live without you. And he hates it.

“Here we go,” Cobb sits down gently on the chair and places the drinks in the middle of the table.

Din keeps his arms crossed over his chest as he watches you take the seat beside him. The kid notices your back and immediately grasps for your attention. Which you give to him every single time because you love him.

Din would give anything to be him.

You sit the child down in your lap and grab at your glass of spotchka when a look of realization hits you. “Oh, we forgot his broth.”

Cobb, in what Din sees as a chance to impress you, is already up before you can ask. “I got it. You sit tight little guy.”

The man saunters off and when he’s out of earshot, you turn to look at him. Din feels himself start to sweat. “So, I know you said everything’s okay, but I call bullshit.”

Din’s eyes widen at the blunt statement. Not that she can see, but he’s very aware of his reactions to her (maybe the fact that she can't see is for the best). “Mando, what’s going on?” She lifts the baby up so that he can see him clearer. “We’re both worried.”

He sighs and shifts in his seat. Quickly, he weighs his options.

He could ignore her, wait until Cobb gets back, and then interrupt their little date. Cobb would get the hint and she’d be back with him and their kid on the Razor Crest. But he realizes that’s selfish of him and she’d be even angrier with him…possibly even hate him, which is the last thing he wants. Ever. So he scraps that thought. He thinks that he could bluff his way out of the situation: tell her his mind is once again on his abandoned covert and that he’s just having an off-day. It wouldn’t be the first time, and if he was convincing enough she’d probably believe him. But then he thinks of something different. He considers, for a very brief moment, what it’d be like if he just told her. He could tell her everything. How she’s all he can think about most days and nights, how he imagines what it’d be like to actually hold her hand without reason, and most importantly, how his biggest fantasy involves him taking off his helmet and kissing her. Actually kissing her like he’s longed to do since the first week of having her stay with them.

She doesn’t long for you, though.

He realizes she’s still looking at him and so he makes his decision. “It’s just an off-day for me, cyar’ika. I’ll be alright. I’m sorry if I worried you and the little one.”

She pauses, her face turned downward in sadness. His heart twists painfully. But soon she smiles. It’s faint and fake and nothing like her usual self, but it’s something.

“Okay.”

Cobb comes back to the table with a small bowl of broth and places it before the kid. The conversation returns to normal and Din is thankful that the noise is just loud enough to drown his thoughts. Even if for a short while.

iv.

“Oh, Mando look at this!”

You show him a large green and blue textile with intricate designs along its edges. It was knitted with care and looked impossibly comfortable, as far as Din could tell. “It’s beautiful.”

You smile widely and lift it up to properly look it over. “It reminds me of him.” You look down to the child that this time Din was now holding. He lifts him out of the bag in order to show him the blanket, which he immediately grabs onto. The baby coos at you, which elicits a giggle and smooth knuckles to run over his cheek. “He likes it,” you say. “We should get it for him. It can be his new blanket.”

“He has lots of blankets, cyar’ika.” He knows you know this. You're both a sucker for the little guy, but at some point Din reasons, he will have to stop spending so many credits on blankets. Though, if it keeps his cyar’ika and his ad’ika happy, he figures it can’t be all that bad.

It seems though you’ve already beat him to that realization. “Yeah, and who gets him all those blankets? Us. ‘Cause, we’re the best parents in this kriffing galaxy.”

His parents. Din preens at your words. “I’ll buy it. You go look around some more, we’re gonna have to leave soon.”

You frown playfully at him but take his advice and skip off to another booth filled with hand-made items.

Din smiles at you beneath his mask then looks down to see his child already looking up at him. The baby, who knows far more than he lets on, looks at him and then looks at you, only to look back at Din. It’s then his turn to follow the kid’s line of sight before it clicks. “No. Not happening,” Din mutters, pulling a couple of credits out of his pocket and passing them to the vendor who gives him the folded blanket.

He tucks the blanket under his arm then walks in your direction. You had moved on to a new vendor, touching anything you could get your hands on. This particular display though seemed to have you preoccupied as you proved to be too distracted to notice him come up beside you. “Find anything you like?”

You don't respond, but Din sees how your eyes were fixated on one particular piece of jewelry. The necklace was strung up on the stand closest to the woman who he assumed made them: a beautiful, long silver chain with a small moonstone attached to it. You admire it, but eventually back away from the display. You take a quick glance at all the pieces one last time before smiling at the lady then looking up to Din.

“No, it’s alright. Let’s go home.” Home. Our home.

He looks at the table and then at you. He’s not really good at the whole surprise thing (in all fairness he’s never had anyone to surprise) but, he thinks, as Cara always tells him ‘there’s a first for everything', he might as well start now.

“You go ahead, cyar’ika. I’ll catch up. I just need to finalize some things with the bounty.” Din passes you the child and the blanket and he pretends he doesn’t notice his pulse quicken when you look at him like he’s the kindest person in the galaxy.

He’s not. But he hopes he’s enough for you.

You touch his shoulder, the same shoulder you healed only weeks ago, then walk away to the loading dock with your child in tow as Din heads back to the market.

v.

You don’t think you will ever get used to hyperspace.

Colours, the kind you imagine even the queen of Naboo is envious of, rush past you in a mosaic of light. Your heart drops to your stomach as you lurch forward into what always seems like another dimension. It’s a visceral experience. It’s addictive.

The Razor Crest is a big ship, but in hyperspace, it’s weightless. And maybe that’s why you love it so much because you can’t get that kind of weightlessness anywhere else.

You’re invigorated by it at all.

Unfortunately, not everyone on the ship is having as good of a time as you are.

Below the cockpit, down the stairs, and to the right is where Din paces back and forth. The child watches from the corner, eyes going back and forth, stopping, then going back and forth again as he tracks his dad's nervous movement.

Din then stops and sits beside the kid with his back against the wall. “I don’t think I’ve ever given a gift before.”

Mandalorians don’t get nervous; they’re not supposed to. They’re supposed to be composed warriors, the soldier everyone relies on. But right now, Din can’t even rely on himself.

It’s really nothing special, simply a necklace. A piece of jewelry that you eyed, but eventually dismiss—

Wait. Did you even want the necklace?

Maybe Din read the situation wrong and you had actually decided you didn’t like it. Maybe you were simply looking at it because it was ugly, like how you study something you don’t understand.

Great. Now he’s going to give you an ugly necklace that you don’t want.

Maybe he’s not as observant as everyone says he is. As he likes to think he is.

“Dank farrik.” Din slams the back of his beskar covered head into the metal wall. This wasn’t exactly how he planned this to go.

In hindsight, he wasn’t exactly sure of how it would play out anyway, but he liked to believe giving you the necklace would lead to you giving him some amount of attention. No matter how little or how much, as long as it came from you he’d do anything for it.

Maybe he’d give it to you and you’d smile in the warm way only you can. The kind of smile that even the most beautiful of moons cry over because they’re nothing compared to you. Maybe you’d touch his face through his helmet and he’d soak into your embrace the way he’s done thousands of times before. Or maybe you’d laugh, take the gift and never think about it again.

Yeah. That sounds more probable.

“I don’t know, buddy… Do you think she’ll like it?” He goes to reach for the necklace in his pocket but it’s not there. And quite frankly neither is his kid.

He’s frantic in his search for the child and the jewelry until his eyes catch him on the ladder.

Since when did he—

Damn it.

He jumps up, as quickly as his body will allow, but the baby’s already at the top with the necklace in hand.

Your little green child coos. Your turn your head to see him shuffling over to you, a huge grin on his face with something stuck in his mouth.

“Ugh,” pushing yourself off the captain's chair, you nab the kid and sit back down with him. “How do you find this stuff, I swear to Maker, kid.”

His teeth clamp harder on the object as you try to pry it out of his mouth until you finally get your fingers around it and pull it out. It’s wet from his saliva and he laughs at you as you wipe it on your shirt in disgust. Lifting him up so he’s above eye level you give him a stern look. “Stop trying to eat everything. Especially when you don’t know where that thing's been.”

Your scolding just makes him giggle harder, forcing you to roll your eyes. You swear you’re going to roll your eyes right out of their sockets one day.

You both then turn your heads to the sound of shoes pounding up the ladder, and then the door opens to the cockpit.

Mando stands there breathing heavily, as his helmet scans the entire room before landing on you two.

“Are you…are you doing okay?”

Even under his helmet, you can tell he’s flustered, and then as quickly as he came up the steps, he focuses on you. “Sorry, I just…he had a thing in his mouth and I didn’t want him to swallow it.”

“Oh yeah trust me, I already fought with him over it.” You laugh while picking up the object you set to the side.

You swear you actually hear Mando’s breath stutter as you finally take a look at the object. At first, you don’t recognize it, concern flooding your mind at the thought of your little baby choking on something as dangerous as this.

But then you realize what it is.

Din’s shifted his weight to his other leg and he can feel his hands flex nervously—compression gloves not enough to stop him from wanting to grab the object right out of your grasp.

But he knows you. He knows you well. And he can see you’ve already figured out what you’re holding.

Your eyes meet his through his helmet. “This is…this is the necklace.” It dangles from your fingertips, and the child swats at it—the jewelry becoming his newfound obsession. “The one from the market I was looking at…”

“Yes.” He cringes at how he sounds. So quick and robotic and awkward, and so very unprepared. He’s never felt this nervous before, and yet he can’t back away. He has to deal with it. “You didn’t buy it, but, I thought maybe you still wanted it. So I got it for you. As…as a gift.”

You look down at the pendant and smile softly, running your thumb over the cool, smooth stone. “If you don’t want it, I can trade it for something else when we land. Something more desirable—“

“What’s that word…?” You both speak at the same time.

“Sorry,” you chuckle out. You’ve caught his attention though, caught him off guard on his needless apology, so you clear your throat. “How do you say beautiful in Mando’a?”

He’s stunned beyond words. Beyond thoughts. And yes, he’s acutely aware of the fact that he knows he probably looks like an idiot—a man who doesn’t even know how to talk to the woman he loves, much less surprise her with something so heartfelt. But the way you look at him, sincerity in your eyes as you await a response, his brain short circuits and he somehow gives you one.

“The word is mesh’la.”

“Mesh’la,” you repeat softly. He feels his knees buckle at your voice speaking in his mother tongue and he curses every deity for putting him in such a foreign situation.

But then you’re putting the necklace on without a second thought. As though it’s routine and the necklace is already part of your being. And then his nervousness melts away. It de-escalates into something different. Something that propels him further, closer to you.

You’re a magnet and he’s the piece of metal flying through the air, willed by a force he cannot control. “Do you…like it?”

“I wouldn’t be putting it on if I didn’t like it, now would I be, Mando?”

“Din.”

“…what?”

He hadn’t even noticed that it slipped out. And he’s surprised his covert haven’t already started to beat down the walls of his ship. A confession of a gift is one thing, but Din telling you his name is just purely reckless. He should stop while he’s ahead, but the dam has been cracking beneath the weight of his feelings for a long time. So it seems that it’s time he gives them a chance.

“My name,” his voice shakes, wavers with each syllable. “My name, cyar’ika, is Din Djarin.”

You stare out, eyes wide with shock and disbelief. But then there’s a calmness that shines through. You look down at the kid, who has been watching the two of you closely for a while now.

He hears his heart pounding in his ears so loudly he’s positive he's going to pass out. “Din…” You repeat the name slowly, unsure of it as you test out the way it feels as it rolls off your tongue. “Din. I like that name. It suits you.”

“I like your name, too.” You laugh loudly. If it were out of context, he would’ve panicked at your laughter, but after realizing how ridiculous he sounded, he finds it easy to laugh right along with you.

You hold the kid in the crook of your elbow as you stand in front of the man with a permanent smile on your face. “And uh, cyar’ika…” Din’s heart drops to his stomach and his blood runs cold. “What does that mean? I figured it meant friend or something like that but…” you’re hesitant to voice your thoughts, worried that maybe you’re overthinking it; anticipating and expecting something only for it not to be there. Wishful thinking. “I’m just curious.”

Of course, you are. Why wouldn’t you be? It was only a matter of time before you were going to ask him. Only a matter of time before you put all the signs together. Before you realized you didn’t want him that way.

Cara once told him he wasn’t subtle. At first, he had no clue what she meant, but he knows now. And he wishes he didn’t.

He takes a deep breath and tries to ignore the welling up in the corner of his eyes, but understands that it’s pointless. His time is up.

“Cyar’ika…” his tongue swells up his mouth. He’s never felt this breathless before. “It means sweetheart.”

Even from behind his helmet he feels exposed. Everything is out in the open and nothing he can do, or say, can fix it. And the fact that this is the first time since he met you that he can’t read you? It truly terrifies him.

He tenses up, waiting for the moment in which you say goodbye. When you kiss the forehead of your child, pack up your things, and give your awkward thanks to Din for allowing you to stay with them.

He waits, and waits, and waits. But it never comes. Instead, you slowly bring your hands up to his. He holds his breath, or rather, his breath holds him. Your hands gently glide on his arms until they reach the broad expanse of his shoulders, and then the edges of his helmet.

He hesitates, but you don’t stop there. Eventually, your hands stop on the sides of his helmet, where you assume the sides of his face would be if you were to hold him without his armor. He can’t help but lean into the contact you provide him. Even through the impenetrable beskar, he can still feel the warmth of your hands on his skin, imagines how it would feel to place his skin on yours. It may be temporary, but if this is all he’ll get for the rest of his life, he’d die happy. “What should I call you then?”

He…wasn’t expecting that. Actually, it was the last thing he expected you to say. You take his silence as a good sign to keep going. “Well, if you call me sweetheart…what should I call you?”

“I…” Din almost cries. He’s tired, stressed, and feels like he’s on a tightrope. But the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes you aren’t running away. You’re staying here. Touching him through his helmet and looking at him the way he’s wanted you to for what feels like forever. You're looking at him the same way he looks at you. “Din. I just want you to call me Din.”

You smile at that. At him. “Din…” he melts underneath you, relishing in the way his name sounds in your voice. And then you're reaching up to him, hands still holding his helmet firmly as you ever-so-gently pull him to meet you. And then…

Then you kiss him. You plant a feather-light kiss to his helmet, one that lingers and permanently takes ownership of his breath. You pull away from him before pressing your foreheads together and Din swears he just died.

The two of you stay like that for…you aren’t too sure how long. It feels like it’s been both seconds and minutes. Although you really aren’t keeping track, the dizzying feeling rattling around in your skull makes your brain feel like mush.

You can feel Din’s breastplates move slowly, letting you know that he’s calmed down, coming down from the shared high of two friends who’ve finally collided. He inhales deeply and his hands rest over yours. Your fingers intertwine on the sides of his helmet, but then he’s lifting up the beskar, and you panic.

“Din, stop.” You don’t realize how breathless you’ve become and you’re shocked that even with the lack of oxygen to your brain, you’re still aware of his creed.

But he cuts you off and presses his forehead to yours again. “It’s okay, just…just close your eyes. Please.” It's almost a whimper, and the sound ruins you (you take mental note of that sound for later). So you close your eyes.

You’re eager to feel him. To touch skin rather than just beskar. You don’t know what he looks like, might not know for a long time, but you’ll know what he'll feel like. And right now that’s the only thing keeping you going.

Your hands feel him first. Smooth and warm and a hint of stubble. You begin to map out his face with your hands, all while he holds you. It’s the most intimate you’ve ever been with someone…the most intimate you think you’ll ever be. Then, he’s kissing you. It’s firm, yet gentle. Soft, yet hard. It’s everything you both imagined it to be, and more.

It’s so beautiful it hurts. But at least now you two don’t have to deal with the pain on your own.

[corazondebeskar-reads]

toni's fanfic masterlist

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.

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last updated: 10/25/2024

Din Djarin

Series

⛓💕 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.

🏴 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?

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.

💕 fine

summary: din takes care of you when you get sick.

Din Djarin x reader x Boba Fett

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.

Joel Miller

Series

🏴💀 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.

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.

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. 

🏴💀 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.

🏴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 (complete; 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.

🏴💀⛓ how to break a girl in ten easy steps (mini-series)

summary: joel miller is a lonely old man, but he likes it that way. he has everything he needs: a nice piece of property in the woods, a cozy cabin, and plenty of cash. there is one thing missing, though. one thing he needs that he can't give himself.

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.

💕 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.)

Kinktober 2023

Febuwhump 2024

[din-miller]

Dress For The Job

Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: You're used as bait during a mission on Nevarro. Din isn't pleased with the situation 

Warnings: angst mixed with a good amount of fluff, gender neutral reader but reader wears a dress, married couple, hardcore flirting, badass reader, his first name is Din, canon-typical violence, implications to sexy times.

Nevarro's typically mellow near midday, more accustomed to the elderly citizens dawdling through the markets, reminiscing on their younger years as the wind blows a faint breeze and the local bakeries flood the marketplace with their fresh aromas.

According to Greef, pirates have been stealing from the marketplace, breaking into people's homes and ransacking them. There have been three reported deaths in the last two months. 

That's where you and Din come in. You've both been hired to track down any pirates and turn them in.

That was two weeks ago. When you and Din dropped off Grogu on Tatooine with Peli, you both promised to be back in a few days.

A few days, four at most. 

Not two weeks.

You're definitely paying a hefty interest rate when you do pick up the kid. It's a good thing Greef is willing to pay you handsomely.

You could tell the High Magistrate was getting antsy the longer the pirates roamed Navarro. Din wasn't much better. During the days he would be tracking every lead possible, during the nights you would hold him in your arms and tell him to breathe. 

You weren't much better, really. There's this frustration that's humming through your body. An anger that's boiling in your veins the longer you're away from Grogu. 

Last night was the hardest night you've had in a while. Din had finally given up on his newest dead end lead and crawled into bed with you. He pulled you against his chest, which fell and raised with each unsteady breath. He missed Grogu and the cracks in his voice as he spoke had you crying into his chest, his own tears falling into your hair.

Maybe that's why you had agreed to Greef's newest plan the next morning without a second thought.

Under the hot sun, warmth seeping into your black shirt, you're definitely starting to regret saying yes. Kicking a small stone you mumbled under your breath, "Standing around waiting to get kidnapped. Not exactly the highlight of my life."

Through your earpiece Din huffed, definitely still displeased with this plan, "Just stay focused, Greef said they should be here today."

"They better be, I'm not sweating through my good shirt for nothing." You sighed, armpits already feeling sticky, "I've never been used as bait before. Am I doing a good job?" 

Din doesn't answer. Which isn't a surprise. He's been ignoring you since you took Greef's side and stripped yourself bare of all weapons but one to stand in the middle of the marketplace to be discovered by a group of pirates who've already murdered three people.

Okay, putting it that way does make Din's reaction understandable. Greef had worded it better.

"Mando, it's going to be okay, I promise. Besides I'm armed and you're only a few blocks away if it goes south."

"I know, cyare, but that doesn't mean I have to be happy that my riduur decided to put themself in a dangerous position."

You want to point out that he did the same thing back on Tatooine cycles ago. Played bait for Cobb Vanth. You're not going to though, not when his breathing is heavy through the earpiece like it's taking everything in him to remember how to take in a steady breath. 

You quickly glance over to where he's hidden from view a few rooftops over. You sent him a look, one that reassures him that you'll take every safe precaution available.

You're not offended by the way your husband is acting like you can't handle yourself. You both know you can, you've done it dozens of times before. It's just his nature to worry; about you, about Grogu, about his friends.

You start to lazily stroll through the marketplace, keeping yourself in Din's line of sight as much as possible. 

You've kept the line open – Din doing the same on his end – and you do your best to minimise your lip movement when you speak, "I was thinking maybe after this we could relax on Sorgan for a couple weeks. That'll be nice, wouldn't it?"

"Focus."

You rolled your eyes at that, "We haven't been back there since our honeymoon, or at least our version of a honeymoon. Most couples don't normally fight off raiders during their romantic getaways." 

There's a soft chuckle from Din's end, "When have we ever fit into the category of normal?"

"I still have my wedding dress," You commented, enjoying the way his breath hitched at it, "It's been a few years but I'd imagine I could still fit into it."

"Cyare."

You grinned at his warning, you know he's recalling the moment he first saw you in the dress, "Like you haven't thought about it before. We share the same bed and you occasionally mumble in your sleep."

"I do not, i- it doesn't matter, please just focus–" There's a second of silence, then your name and a string of curse words fell from his lips, "They're here."

Your chest tightened. It doesn't matter how long you've been chasing down bounties, there's always a moment of fear that settles in your bones.

"Where?"

"South entrance. Three males, all human, all armed." 

Rocks crunch underneath your heel as you sharply turn to face south, "Three? Huh, I figured there would be more, I'm kind of disappointed."

"Considering it's just you down there only armed with a blade, three is too damn many."

For a second you wish you could pull him into your arms, tell him it's okay with delicate touches. You can't though, so you settled on a soft 'I love you' and tried to gain the attention of the three men.

"I'm not drawing their attention." You're getting frustrated. Eyeing the closest clothing booth, an idea sprung to life, "I need to stand out more."

Grabbing a dress to change into, you head into the small fresher. You'll pay for the dress later, right now you're on a time limit.

"What are you doing? I don't have eyes on you." Din's voice is octave higher, a clear sign that he is beginning to panic.

"I don't think I'm in much danger inside the fresher, honey."

The dress is a little complicated to put on, multiple straps that seemingly do nothing functional, but it's definitely flattering on you. It highlights curves you didn't even realise you have.  

"Yeah, because pirates are known for their decency." Din grunted, eyes scanning every little crook and nanny around the small fresher,  "What did you even get anyway?"

"You'll see." You smirked to yourself. You're well aware you're attractive, Din tells you often, normally followed by a little worshipping, sometimes sexual, sometimes not. 

The dress has a slit which makes the knife strapped to your thigh easier to grab if needed. Which you hope it isn't, you're not in the mood for things to get bloody.

With a quick glance in the mirror, chasing away any lumps in the dress' fabric, you swiftly exited the fresher. There's shocked sputtering coming from Din's side of the comm. Your heart fluttered happily, satisfied with his reaction. Probably more than you should be, but heck it's not every day you get to dress nicely. 

When Din spoke again you could tell it's through clenched teeth, "What. Are. You. Wearing?"

"Oh, this old thing? It's just something I found." You smirked, sending a wink his way before sobering up, "I have eyes on them. I'm going to get their attention and try to lead them down a back alley." 

Din sighed, shifting to allow his weapon to follow your pathway, "Please be careful. I'd rather not spend the night stitching you up."

You hummed and couldn't hold back one last teasing smirk, "Is there something else you'd rather be doing tonight?"

"Don't get stabbed and you'll find out."

You blushed, cheeks burning a pretty pink colour, "I'm holding you to that, babe."

Unfortunately for you, things did end up getting bloody. Fortunately for you, you didn't end up getting stabbed. 

You dropped the last guy just as Din came barreling down the alley. You have your boot pressed against the pirate's chest underneath you, not that it was necessary since he's unconscious, and your knife is sliding back into its holster with a flick of your wrist. 

You beam up at your husband, hand gesturing to the three unconscious men around you, "What do you think? Not bad huh?"

Din shook his head, voice almost urgent, "Are you hurt?"

"Not a drop of blood," You reassured him as you used the man underneath you to clean off the dirt on your boot before stepping back, "Might have some fancy bruises tomorrow morning but that's expected." 

With a sigh, Din started gathering the men up for Greef to come deal with, "I'll apply some Bacta when we get back to the ship. I want to be gone by nightfall, I'm afraid Peli might file for adoption papers if we're not back soon."

She wouldn't but the thought of it made you laugh, "Hey she can have split custody if that means we can take a trip to Sorgan." You bumped your hip against Din's as you pass him, "How about you wait here for Greef and I'll go return this dress."

A hand quickly wrapped around your waist stopping you from leaving and your face is suddenly inches from Din's. Your husband kept a hand around the back of your waist as the other slowly trailed up your spine. 

Your breath catches, pupils blown wide. Your both not normally one for public display of affection, but the way his helmet quickly fogs over at your warm breath has you not caring.

Finally his gloved hand reaches the top of your spine and your dress is yanked back, a quiet snapping sound hits your ears. You pulled back from his embrace with a frown.

Din brought his hand around and hanging from his thumb and index finger is a small cardboard rectangular object, "You can't return things without the tag."

You can't help but snort at his antics, "That's not how that works, babe." 

Din shrugged, "Maybe not, but we have roughly thirteen hours before we touch down on Tatooine and I want to see how pretty that dress is all spread out on our bed."

And fuck, you just saved their planet, at the very least they owe you a dress.

[stardust-kenobi]

Unforgiving Heat

Cobb Vanth x F!Reader x Din Djarin

Word count: 4.2k

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

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

A/N: why do I keep writing threesomes?

Gif cred: marshalvanths

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You out for the night?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m exhausted” you whispered.

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

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

~~

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.

[make-me-imagine]

You and I

Description: A collection of moments between you and Cobb

Sensory Prompts: 'Romantic kisses' + 'Resting your head on their chest, as you listen to their heartbeat.' Requested By: Two Anons

Pairing: Cobb Vanth x GN!Reader

Warnings: Kisses, mentions of injuries (nothing graphic)

Words: 932

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Your first kiss with Cobb came after you had known each other for a few years. You were friends, you were close, and both of you knew there was something between you, but neither of you ever seemed to have to courage to really jump in. Always finding reasons it wasn't the right time, or wouldn't work out.

Until one night, when neither of you seemed to be able to find a reason to stop you.

Everyone was gathered in the center of town, the sky had gone dark, a large bonfire was lit. Everyone was dancing, drinking, and singing. It was the anniversary of the day Mos Pelgo became truly free.

You and Cobb were dancing near the fire with the others. You were grinning as he was spinning you around. Pulling you into his arms, you giggled as you looked into his eyes.

He had a wide, fond smile on his face as he stared at you. Without really realizing, you had stopped dancing as you just stared at each other. You saw the moment his eyes drifted from yours down to your lips. Meeting your eyes again, he pulled you ever-so closer.

There were no words said aloud, but a whole confession was spoken between you as you stared into each others eyes.

Slowly, he leaned closer, and slowly you moved to meet him. Until your lips met in a tender and slow kiss. The first of many.

--- --- --- ---

You stared out at the amber glow of the desert before you. The sun was setting and everything was quiet. Most people had gone into their homes for the evening, to relax after a long day.

Hearing soft footsteps coming up behind you, you didn't move. You knew the sound of those footsteps well enough by now.

A smile crossed your face as you felt arms slip around your waist, as Cobb pressed his face against your head.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Just looking. I like the color." You said softly as you leaned back into him.

He hummed lightly as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. Leaning your head back, you met his eyes and smiled up at him.

His own smile widened as he looked at you, his eyes grazing your face as he studied you. "You look amazing in this light." He mumbled softly.

You simply smiled at him as you quickly pecked his lips.

Leaning down a bit, he kissed you as well. Longer this time, savoring this peaceful moment with you as he held you against him.

--- --- --- ---

Your heart wouldn't stop hammering in your chest as you cleaned and bandaged the wound on Cobb's shoulder. You kept repeating in your mind 'He's fine. He's okay. It's not that bad.' But the adrenaline of the shoot out was still coursing through you.

Cobb watched you in silence as you stared with concentration at his wounds. He could see you were still shaken, and guilt sat in his chest. He always promised you he'd be careful, and he usually was, but the second you were in danger, he lost all sense.

He finally broke the tense silence with a soft voice and a light tone of amusement. "So, will I live?"

Just as you finished wrapping the bandage, you let out a soft sigh ad met his eyes "This time."

He cocked his head slightly "And the next, and the next."

"Is that a promise?"

He nodded his head as he lifted his other arm and gently caressed your cheek. "It is a promise I will try very hard to keep."

"You better. I hate seeing you get hurt" your voice dropped a little "especially because of me."

"You think this was your fault?" He frowned lightly as his chest tightened.

You nodded a little "You got hurt trying to protect me."

He sat up, cupping your face in his hand "It wasn't your fault those spice traders decided to cause trouble in town. Y/n, I would die to protect you, but that does not mean it would ever be your fault. Ever."

"And if I asked you not to die for me?"

A soft almost sad smile crossed his face "I'm afraid that might be a promise I couldn't keep."

"Then I suppose I better not be in danger again."

"That would be nice." He said with a soft smile.

You smiled in return as you leaned forward and pressed your forehead against his. "I love you Cobb."

Leaning in, he kissed you softly again and again, before he whispered back "And I love you."

--- --- --- ---

You let out a soft content sigh as you rested your head on Cobb's shoulder, his arm wrapped around you. Closing your eyes, you listened to the rhythmic beating of his heart. Your whole body relaxed as he began to gently run his fingers through your hair.

"These are my favorite moments." He mumbled softly.

"Lying in bed?" You asked softly.

"No, not just that. You and I. Just us, together, nothing else to worry about, or pay attention too but each other."

You hummed lightly "I think they're my favorite too. Though, you know what would make it better?"

"What's that?"

Lifting up your head you looked over at him. He looked down at you and quirked one brow. You smiled softly "Kiss me?"

His lips slowly curled into a smile as he leaned his head down a bit. You moved up to meet his lips in a deep kiss.

When you finally pulled away he grinned at you "You were right, that did make it better."

xx End xx

I know this is pretty short, and there is no real plot, but this was all I could come up with for this lol.

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo, @onuen, @witchygagirl, @alexxavicry

The Mandalorian/Star Wars Taglist: @spuffyfan394, @hoeforthefictional, @asgardianhobbit98, @agent-catfish-kenobi, @maellem, @locke-writes, @stargirl-05

[helpinghanikan]

Domestic December: Day 16

Cobb Vanth: Swimming

It shouldn’t be surprising that Cobb can’t swim. Spending you’re entire life on a desert planet doesn’t give many opportunities to be fully submerged in water. This makes the visit to your home planet a special occasion.

“I’m good right here.” Cobb says, only knee deep in the lake your were swimming around in.

The fresh water was unusually warm for this time of year. Swimming over to him Cobb stepped back from you. Maybe the water was still too cold for him?

“You’re the one who wanted to check out the water, Handsome. It would be a shame to waste all this time.” You say, stepping into his space so you were chest to chest.

“Darling, I didn’t realize there’d be so much water to deal with.” He says, a hand in your hair.

You smile before giving a kiss. “I’ll protect you.” You promise. “Just take my hands.”

He’s never had a reason not to trust you. Placing his hands in yours he keeps his eyes on you. Walking backwards into the deeper part of the water, Cobb following slowly into the water,

His eyes get a bit wider when the water reaches past his stomach. Stepping closer until your chest to chest. Holding onto you like a lifeline, but still following into the water.

“See? It’s not so bad.” You say, stopping when you were both chest deep.

“Until my foot gives out and I’m drowning.” Cobb says, holding you close. “This is nice, though. Just don’t go too far, this place is cold.”

“That’s why you gotta go all the way in.” You say, dropping down into the water.

Cobb is watching when you come back up. Although he smiles it’s obvious that he isn’t planning on joining you under the waves.

[iwishtobeastorm]

Cyar’ika

Gladiator!Din Djarin/Female!Reader

What happens when you, a slave, fall in love with Corusant’s favorite gladiator?

Warnings - this fic will eventually turn 18+, so please respect that - minors don’t interact. Come back when you’re 18, this work will still be here, I promise.

Masterlist

Available on AO3  | Tag list

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 

Chapter 5  

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7 

[dinthehottotty]

Masterlist

Din Djarin 

Not Yet - Fluffy, slight smut, slight angst -  Cobb Vanth has some very vivid and quite frankly outlandish thoughts about you. Din starts off interested in your reactions to it but it very quickly turns into a fight and he's forced to back down or step up.

A Thing About Silver - Filth Smut and Angst -  Reader is really horny and Mando refuses to give into her ultimatum. She takes comfort from Cobb before returning to Din.

A Thing About Silver Part 2 - Flithy Smut and Angst - Reader picks a fight with Mando when he thinks she’s leaving him.

Catch Me If You Can - Fluff mostly - Din finds new meaning to old words. He reflects on how he feels about the Mandalorian (reader) who has antagonized him since before they both swore the creed.

Space - Fluffy Drabble - Gender Neutral.

Cultural Differences - Fluff Angst - You hadn't even heard of a Mandalorian before you met him so you're a little bit of a ditz when it comes to his culture. Come to find out, you're engaged to one...

Cultural Differences Part 2 - Smut and Fluff - You and Din play a game. 

The Belly of the Beast - Angst, slight smut and fluff? - Din's been lying to you.

The Belly of the Beast Part 2 - Angst, smut, a splash of fluff - You discover Din's lied to you.

Little Lights - Angst, Fluff - Din takes your to an emergency medical center when he thinks you might be dying.

Series:

Carnivorous Beasts - Draft - DinxOC - Eira refuses to not treat someone in need, even if they're a wanted criminal. She ends up on the run with a Mandalorian mercenary and a kid that shouldn't be exist. Set in a Fantasy Universe. Orc!Grogu.

Drabbles:

Daddy Kink - Smut

Little Secrets - Din

Works in Progress (titles are subject to change):

A Little Tainted Comfort - SMUT - Din can't stop running into you and all he wants is to taint you with him.

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic - Angst and Fluff - Din refuses to give you more than a few feet of space when your mad and you're not good with feelings.

Dancing - Din Drabble - Fluff - You like your privacy.

To Define - SMUT, Fluff - I've got baby fever and ya'll are subjected to the my filthy breeding kink, not sorry, you could be somewhere else.

The Little Clone - More smut - Mando's Creed forbids you from not just seeing his face, but seeing any part of him until marriage. You find a loop hole for hanky-panky.

Muddy Water - Smut - You can't fill the medication you've used to focus since before you began jedi training and it has concsequences you never imagined (but don't worry, I did.)

Spice - Young!MandoxMando!Reader, SMUT - Freshly adults and a little too wild for the galaxy, you and Din smuggle spice into your quarters.

Hunted and Hunted - Vampire Mando - Dark SMUT, blood play, gore.

Cobb Vanth

A Thing About Silver - Filthy Smut and angst - Reader is really horny and Mando refuses to give into her ultimatum. She takes comfort from Cobb before returning to Din.

A Thing About Silver Part 2 - Filthy Smut and Angst - Reader picks a fight with Mando when he thinks she’s leaving him.

Boba Fett

WIP - Oblivion - SMUT - Boba is a brat tamer.

Other Pedro Characters

Agent Whiskey

Drunk on You - Smut - Just some Whiskey Drabble

Growing on You - Fluffy Smut - Frankie Drabble (I was playing a word associated game with a friend and this just kind... booped to life)

Something About Teeth - Filthy Smut - You get to dance with Frankie.

Knots - Angst/Comfort - Your fiance comforts you about wedding troubles.

Works in Progress:

Rust and Cashmier - You bump into your old high school flame. Not much has changed. (Frankie 'Catfish' Morales)

The New Normal - Smut Fluff - Joel and Ellie are on their way to Colorado and Ellie doesn't want to sleep in the cold on her period. A stranger over hears this. (Joel Miller)

Hunting Trips - Soft SMUT - You go 'hunting' with your husband and his friends. The nights are cold and you've got insomnia. (Frankie Morales)

Little Boat - Smut? Fluff - Joel meets someone too young and wild for himself. (Joel Miller)

[reluctant-mandalore]

Nighttime Cuddles

Warnings: Fluff, cuddling, playing with cobbs hair cause yes, established relationship, not beta read

Word Count: 719

Pairing: Cobb Vanth x Gender Neutral Reader

a/n: Thank you for the ask anon!! This definitely helps with fulfilling my need to just sit and play with cobbs hair while cuddling sdhbfbhsjd. I only wrote something short for it, but I think in this case shorter was better! 

Cobb Vanth was utterly exhausted, his body sore and mind barely piecing any thoughts together, as he made his way home. His feet hadn’t led him to his own house though, instead they had brought him to your little hut near the end of the town. Admittedly, he rarely went to his home now—only ever returning when he needed something of importance. Honestly, by this point he should really just move into yours, but that was a conversation for when he could think coherently and when his body wasn’t aching all over.  

The Marshal had entered your home the same he did any night, leaving his boots by the door before quietly making his journey through the darkened space, only stopping when he had reached your bedroom. He would open the door to be greeted by you lounging on the bed, a datapad in hand as you read whatever was illuminated on the screen. A smile would always cross his lips when saw you, his heart fluttering at the sight of you laying among the blankets—still awake and waiting for him to join you in bed.  

Briefly he saw your eyes flicker to his own, watching as you motioned for him to join you by patting the empty spot on the mattress at your side. Seeing the gesture had made his hands instantly begin to work at pulling off his gear, his fingers fumbling with the buckles as he yawned out loudly. He couldn’t wait to just lie down next to you and just finally sleep. 

After removing his gear, Cobb had then practically collapsed onto your bed, leaving the clothing scattered about the floor of your tiny room. He had effectively made himself right at home in the sheets, nuzzling himself into you before throwing a lazy arm over your waist as a content sigh left him. 

A hum sounded from you at the feeling of him joining you, and instantly your one hand had moved to comb itself through his hair, causing a tired grunt to sound from the man by your side. He loved the feeling of you messing with his hair and found it to be oddly calming after a long day. He swore your fingers were like magic—always managing to brush away his worries with such simple movements. 

Feeling you play with his hair had made him settle deeper into the sheets by this point, sighing again as his body became more relaxed. Even sooner he had found himself drifting off to sleep, the tiredness he felt finally taking over and causing his eyes to lull shut.  

As he dozed, one of your hands continued to twirled and run through his hair softly, playing with it as he began to snore without a worry. At one point, he had shifted in his sleep from your touch, allowing for himself to nestle closer. His body had moved to entangled itself with your own, covering you like it was just another blanket to keep you warm, almost as if he was afraid you would leave him in the middle of the night. 

A hum left you at the feeling of his warmth washing over your own form, and you stifled a laugh at the thought of comparing the man currently covering you to that of a blanket. He certainly felt like one at this moment, with his body molding to yours like it was the most natural thing in the Galaxy. In all fairness, he was warmer than any of the blankets that you owned, his extra body heat a much appreciated relief from the chilly night air. So, his extra weight hadn’t bothered you in the slightest, and instead you found yourself basking in its heated bliss. 

Setting the datapad aside and pressing a kiss to his temple, you settled yourself farther into the mattress—your fingers still lazy roaming through his soft hair as you did. Your eyes felt heavy now, while you laid there next to him, listening to his quiet snores and feeling his gentle puffs of breaths against your skin. It wouldn’t take much longer for you to join the man in dreamland, only waking again to the sun filtering through the curtains, the sounds of your love complaining about the mess you had made of his hair filling the brightening room.

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Tags: 

@a-seeker-of-imagination​ @ah-callie​ @readsalot73​ @starrywatermelon​ @karnita-mexicana​

[corazondebeskar-reads]

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

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)

[elenamiria]

School’s in Session

Cobb Vanth x Reader

Rating: 16+ (I make up my own ratings at this point oh well) Summary: You, the teacher at the school in Mos Pelgo approaches Cobb to ask him for a favor - helping teach you how to protect yourself and the children if needed. When he goes above and beyond the call of duty you find yourself falling for the charming Marshal. Fic for @wolfangelwings​ for the 600 follower giveaway! (It turned out a bit more fluffy than spicy I hope you don’t mind 🥺) Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: Kissing, suggestive talk, fluff, gn!reader Masterlist &Tags (send an ask or message me if you’d like to be added):  @a-dorin​ @blxwjobsforclones​ @lynnie51​ @katrynec​ @mistermiraclee​ @theelvenvalkyrie​ @anakinswhore​

When you had been asked to take over as the teacher you had been surprised. Having been living and working as a moisture farmer with your family you had little idea why they picked you. However, it was the previous teacher, who had decided he was far too old to continue making the long trek from school to village each day, who recommended you as you had been his star student years ago. Retaining your sharp wit and thirst for knowledge had been easy with such a supportive family, who had always encouraged you to pursue greater things if you so chose but Mos Pelgo was your home and you couldn’t see that changing anytime soon. 

When you accepted the position the whole town was elated, you couldn't go anywhere without someone stopping to quip on how lucky they were to have you, always causing your face to heat and a quiet ‘thank you’ to flow from your mouth. It took several long months of training before you were ready to take on the role, with it being such a small town you were in charge of a wide age range of children and learning how to balance all of their learning at once was quite a challenge. It was something that you quickly found great joy in however. The second facet of your job was the safety of all the children. The school had been relocated a ways out from the village after it was freed from the Mining Collective in order to protect the most precious inhabitants of the village. 

So, every morning you gathered up all the children and made the trek to the school and every afternoon you would make the journey back, ensuring each child returned home safely. It was an easy routine to fall into and never one you worried about until the Tusken Raiders attacked. Even then you weren’t necessarily worried about the Tusken Raiders themselves it was the thought that you were taking some of the most vulnerable on the same path everyday at the same time and you worried a group like the Mining Collective could use that against the village. With that thought in mind you did the most logical thing you could think of and asked the Marshal to train you. 

Cobb had listened to your concerns and took a pause to think about the situation before he spoke, “How bout this, I’ll train you to use a blaster. But I’ll do you one better, as long as I’m free I’ll make the hike with you to and from the school.”

You had eagerly agreed feeling a weight off your shoulders and true to his word the very next day he was up waiting outside your house bright and early. There was something about him still blinking away the sleep from his eyes as he barely held onto his helmet that had you smiling like a fool at him, taken aback by the cuteness of it. You offered him a soft, “Good morning Marshal.”

He gave you a groggy smile before speaking, voice gruff from sleep, “Good Mornin’ teach’, and just Cobb is fine by me.”

The nickname had another smile covering your face and as you started the rounds of gathering the children up the two of you fell into an easy banter. You found it easy around Cobb, he was easy to talk with, easy to laugh with, and he was certainly easy on the eyes (not that you'd ever dare admit that to him). And the two of you fell into this rhythm each morning and each afternoon, and on the weekends when there wasn't any school he would meet up with you to train you on how to use a blaster. At first you had been nervous, scared of somehow letting him down, though he reassured you constantly and perhaps you let your stance falter occasionally just to have him come up behind you to adjust it. 

Falling for Cobb had never been part of the plan but like everything else it happened easily, the smiles he'd shoot you, the slight drawl in his words, and the way he seemed to relish in flustering you - always quipping about how pretty you looked or how your skin glowed under the Tatooine suns.  After months of this back and forth it became clear to you and the Marshal that your feelings both ran deeper than friends. However with your shy nature Cobb assumed if anyone was going to make a move it was going to have to be him, something that he was more than alright with. 

It happened on a day when school wasn't in session, you had gone up to the school building having forgotten some papers there that needed grading. Once you arrived you decided to stay there and take care of it, considering how hot the day was you were keen to stay inside for as long as possible. Lost in your work you barely noticed how much time had passed until a certain someone came strolling into the building. Looking up from your work you gave him a warm smile as you teased, "I don't know if you've noticed but school's not in session today sheriff." 

Cobb laughed lightly as he approached your table at the front, sending you a dashing smirk in response, "I don't know if you've noticed darlin' but I'm here for your lesson."

Your face creased in confusion for just a moment before the realization struck you that far more time must have passed than you thought and that you were late for your appointment with the Marshal. Shooting out of your seat you stammered out an apology as you hastily gathered up your things and started to scurry around to front of the desk where Cobb was standing. You had moved so quickly he had no time to tell you that it was fine and before he could blink you were before him, his hands found your waist as he stopped your movements with a short, "Whoa there darlin' you don't need to rush on account of me, I wasn't here to scold you."

When his warm palms settled on you it was as if all coherent thought flew from your head and you blinked rapidly as your breathing hitched. Staring rather blankly at him all you could manage to spit out was a short, "You weren't?"

Laughing again, and unintentionally causing your face to heat, Cobb shook his head - "No, I figured you were busy up here and so I came to keep you company teach'."

His words filtered through your hazy brain, he was there to spend time with you? Just you? Your eyes flickered down to his lips which were curved in his signature style and before you could stop yourself or even really think through the decision you were leaning forwards to press your lips to his. It took only a second for the Marshal to respond eagerly to you, his hands squeezing your waist and causing a short whine to leave your throat as your lips moved together. Your hands abandoned the papers you were holding, allowing them to flutter to the ground, in favor of grasping onto his shoulders as the kiss heated. His scruff scratched at your face delightfully and you opened up to him eagerly when he nipped at your bottom lip. You hadn't even noticed that the two of you were moving backwards until your legs bumped into your desk, a startled squeak leaving your mouth as you broke apart. Eyes sliding open you stared at Cobb for just a moment before both of you shared in a sweet laugh, wide grins adorning each of your faces. Biting your lip you looked down shyly before meeting his eyes again and whispering, "Well, that was nice."

"I'd say more than nice teach' and I'd be more than happy to do that again if you find yourself so inclined." He said, voice faltering only slightly as he regained his composure. Another smile covered your lips as the fact that he wanted to kiss you more sunk in and your eyes shone with happiness as you questioned, "You wanna kiss me again Marshal?"

His eyes narrowed playfully as he urged you up on your desk, your hands shoving things out of your way as you sat on it and you innocently spread your legs to make room for him to stand close to you. Cobb's hands settled on your upper thighs, though not inappropriately but you'd be lying if you said it didn't set your heart racing, and he near growled out - "Oh, I wanna do a whole lot more than kissing darlin' but I'll let you take the lead on this. Whatever you wish is my command."

You shook your head at his playful words, your hands exploring his chest and the nape of his neck as you shot him a light smirk, "Hmm, I think what I wish for right now Cobb, is another kiss from you if you'd be so kind."  

His breath noticeably hitched at this and he leaned forwards, teasing at your lips with a whisper of 'as you wish' before capturing your lips with his once again.   

[piratesfromspace]

Five Times Din and Cobb protected you - and one time they didn’t have to

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Cobb Vanth x Reader

Summary: The title says it all. Five Times Din and Cobb protected you, saved you, or just cared for you - and one time they didn’t have to. It's just self-indulgent fluff to make you feel safe and loved, enjoy!

Those small stories represent part 2 of my series “A Mandalorian, a Marshal, and some complicated feelings”. You can read part 1 here: “Two saviors and some hope”. I strongly advise you read it first!

Word Count: 7.1k

Warnings: canon-typical violence, alcohol, brief mention of past abuse, sexual harassment, depiction of PTSD

A/N: Neutral pronouns for reader. English is not my native language, please be kind. Fic also available on ao3.

Part 1 ✧ ☽ Chapter 1: The Bruises ☽✧ 

The first time is the day after Din and Cobb saved you from the slaver in the market of Mos Pelgo. The Marshal had already noticed the bruises left on your upper arm by the mean grip of your captor’s hand. He too was a slave once, and he knows. Worse than the pain, is the actual humiliation of seeing on one’s own body the bruises and cuts inflicted by a tormentor. In the afternoon, he comes home with some sort of ointment he bought off of an old lady that is kind of a healer. He offers to apply it for you. The swelling wraps all around your arm, making it difficult for you to reach on your own. You agree.

He’s quick and focused on the task, and you guess it’s not the first time he has to do something like this. His gentleness is almost startling, such a contrast with the faceless authoritarian figure he was just the day before, when you first encountered him. When he’s done, you can already feel the balm starting to soothe the pain. Although you’re not so sure whether it’s thanks to the actual ointment or the calming warmth of his hands against your abused flesh.

He wants to give you the small bottle containing the medication, but you explain you don’t have any credit to pay him back, cheeks hot with shame. His smile is bright and honest, and he assures you you don’t owe him anything. You thank him in a whisper. And you thank the Maker as well for sending him on your path.

✧ ☽ Chapter 2: The Cantina ☽✧ 

The second time happened during a weekday night. The bartender of the local cantina had an errand to run and asked you to replace him. Him being a dear friend of Cobb, you have accepted. Being a barmaid is one of the many previous jobs you have already done, and it is actually a nice distraction. It also is a nice way to earn some credits, let’s be honest.

As the evening unrolls pretty peacefully, a group of very loud male Devaronians enter the cantina, and you can smell trouble as soon they step a foot inside. You’ve already seen them around town for the past couple days, they seem to be resting here for a while before travelling further into the desert. Although their stay is temporary, they’ve managed to make themselves known to the local population as pretty annoying, searching to start a scrap more often than not.

They settle at the bar, ordering a round of spotchka, before one of them starts speaking about you like you weren’t there. “Hey what a pretty human we have here… I’ve heard humans are all soft and light, ‘wonder what they could taste like!” He follows the declaration by an obscene sound of mouth and an exaggerated lick of his giant tongue on his lips. His friends let out silly sneers at the dirty joke. You roll your eyes, when another expands: “Ugh, I don’t think it’s a good idea to eat humans, you know, I’ve heard they’re all bones and no meat.” “No, not like this Kard’ye, Kriff, you’re so stupid.” The whole group laughs loudly, while the aforementioned Kard’ye struggles to understand the innuendo of his camrade. You don’t know if it’s the alcohol or a natural lack of intelligence, but they indeed all look pretty dumb.

Lucky for you, they let you out of their next conversations, and you tend to the rare other clients, praying for the Devaronians to leave soon. The night goes on, and you’re preparing to close the bar. All the patrons quickly leave, except for the bunch of Devaronians, of course. Just before you can tell them to go somewhere else, they order a whole round of the strongest - and most expensive - alcohol you have. You consider refusing, but you don’t want to be the one explaining to your employer why you let so many credits go away.

“This is your very last round, ok?” you finally say, not even trying to hide the exasperation in your voice.

As you’re serving them, you have a short moment of absence and the heavy bottle of alcohol escapes your hands. You try to catch it back with a gasp, but the brown thick drink ends up all over the counter and on the jacket of one of the Devaronians. “I’m so sorry! Let me cl…” you don’t have the time to end your apology that the thug grabs your faulty arm and pulls it toward him, your ribs hitting violently the countertop in the movement. You freeze, the memory of a similar situation suddenly invading your mind. The cruel hand of your captor. The burning sand beneath your feet. The feeling of despair. It’s all back at the front of your mind. The world is shutting down around you, it’s like you’re floating and being stuck at the same time.

“You stupid human, look at the mess you’ve made! You need a correction, maybe Kard’ye is right, I should actually take a bite, just to try…” the creature growls with a vicious smile, revealing two sets of sharp teeth. He tugs your hand closer, like he’s really gonna bite your fingers off. You can feel his lukewarm and disgusting breath on your skin but you’re incapable to move, completely frozen.

“Actually you shouldn’t” the familiar filtered voice takes you out of your paralysis. There is the sound of a blaster getting armed. “Or you won’t have any teeth left.” Din adds while pressing his blaster’s barrel up against the jaw of your aggressor.

There is a little bit of mayhem as the group of Devaronians pull out their own weapons, stepping back and shouting in surprise. Your attacker lets go of your arm, and turns slowly to face the Mandalorian. The threat of a fight is floating in the air as the orange-skinned alien is deciding whether to take offense or not.

His smile gets bigger and he raises both his hands in a mockery of surrender. “A Mandalorian, what a surprise! Are you a Marshal as well? Or maybe you just happen to share the same closet...” his drunk friends giggle at the implication.

“I’m no Marshal. And I make my own justice. Wanna try it?” He says, his blaster sinking a little deeper into the creature’s cheek. His voice is so steady and emotionless it’s borderline scary. “And if you think you’re insulting me by implying the actual Marshal of this town, the most brave man that I know, is my partner, then you’re even stupider than what I thought.”

The tension is thick as the smile on the Devaronian’s face disappears. He snorts loudly and spits on the floor, in a pathetic attempt to regain some stature.

“Well guys, let’s go out of this rat hole, the spotchka wasn’t even good anyway.” he says aloud for the whole group to hear. His companions grumble last threats while leaving the place.

Mando’s blaster is still aiming at their back as they walk out of the cantina, and as soon as the last one of them is in the street, he walks behind the counter and seals the door behind them with the push of a button. You watch him act, but you’re still stuck in the same position, your mind blank.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?” you can hear the worry in his voice this time. You want to answer but you can’t, you open your mouth but you’re unable to produce a sound. You’re slowly coming back to your senses, tears of fear prickling in your eyes after the fact, like your emotions are just now catching up with what happened.

You’re desperately looking at Mando’s visor, searching for something, anything that would help you ease the wave of terror that’s preventing you from speaking. “Hey, you’re safe now, I’m here, they’re gone” he whispers, closing prudently the distance between you two, before pulling you gently in his embrace.

You wince when your injured ribs bump into the beskar of his breastplate, but at least the physical pain helps you get back to the here and now. He lets go immediately, startled, taking a step back.

“I… I’m gonna be fine.” you finally find the strength to speak to reassure him. “You’re a strong one, I’m sure you will.” There is no irony in his voice. His visor tips slightly down, toward your ribs. “Let’s go home and have Cobb take a look at this, okay?” You nod in agreement.

“I’ll come back and clean this mess.” he adds finally, while looking at the drink spilled all over the counter. Then his voice gets lower, laced with threat “And after that, I think I also have a few things to clean with some Devaronians.”

✧ ☽ Chapter 3: The Language ☽✧ 

The third time is all about a misunderstanding.

You go on your day, out in the streets of Mos Pelgo to buy some food. You still avoid the marketplace since it has a few brutal memories attached to it that are still too fresh, but it’s okay because you usually find what you want in the small shop next to the cantina.

As you make your way out, arms full of supplies, you miss a step and accidentally bump into a Tusken. Your groceries fell on the ground as you try to catch your footing, and you apologize while picking everything up, too embarrassed to look up at the stranger you just pushed. But the language barrier is not working in your favor, and the Tusken is quite upset. You know their tribe is not always welcome in town and the tensions were already pretty high long before you arrived.

You try desperately to remember the few gestures Din taught you, but you’re panicking and afraid to sign something wrong, making the situation even worse. The angry grunts of the Tusken are not stopping, and you try to apologize again, but to no avail. The loud quarrel doesn’t go unnoticed. More and more bystanders are stopping to look at the scene, and soon, there are quite a handful of villagers and Tusken around you both. Some of them start to take sides, humans insulting the Tusken, and Tuskens raising threatening fists at the town inhabitants.

It’s all going down pretty quickly, until you catch the shining glimpse of a beskar armor, and the rumble of a deep modulated voice. Mando parts the crowd, plants himself in front of the Tusken and signs in annoyed short gestures. He seems tired of this. Playing the peace keeper and the translator for two opposing sides was an honorable mission at first, but it begins to be more troublesome and repetitive those days. You can’t really blame Mando, when the townsfolk are not making the slightest efforts to include the Tusken tribe - and the desert warriors are not really helpful either. Nonetheless, you watch as Din tries his best to avoid a fight and calm the tensions. After a few back and forth, the offended Tusken finally shakes his head, weary, and signals to his group it’s time to leave. You’re relieved, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

The crowd is dispersed, and Din helps you pick up the last of the food supply still on the ground. After a while, Mando finally breaks the silence between you.

“I’m sorry.

He answers your surprised look with a heavy sigh.

“Sorry you had to end up in the middle of this nonsense while you had nothing to do with it in the first place.”

“I am sorry too, I mean, I failed you. You taught me how to sign their language and I couldn’t even remember how to say sorry. I’m a bad student... Or maybe you’re a bad teacher?” you let out a half-hearted giggle, in an attempt to lighten the mood. Din’s visor drops slightly and you swear you've heard a chuckle.

At least you still remember how to make him smile.

✧ ☽ Chapter 4: The Scar ☽✧ 

The fourth time is a night when the pain in your back wakes you up.

Again.

You know you need to find a competent medical droid to fix what has become a chronic pain, but it’s easier said than done when you live in a small town lost in the desert on Tatooine. You turn in your bed, trying to find a more comfortable position, but after a few minutes of unsuccessful attempts you give up. With an exasperated sigh, you get up. The call from the painkillers still stored in your roommate's bedroom and the promise of an oblivious sleep is too strong. With some luck, you might even be able to sneak under Cobb’s blanket (you know he sleeps alone tonight) and cuddle against his warm chest without waking him up.

With silent steps, you sneak into his room, and quickly find what you’re looking for. It would be way convenient to have the medication stored elsewhere, but you suspect he deliberately keeps it there, so he can keep a tab of your consumption. Was he afraid of you getting addicted to the drug? And wasn’t he right to be so?

A voice interrupts your train of thoughts before you can step outside of the room.

“Leave the pills. And come here.”

You feel like a kid caught with their hands in the sweet-sand cookie jar.

“Please, sweetheart. Don’t make me get up.” you guess a smile behind the voice hoarse with sleep.

But you’re annoyed, your back hurts and he has no rights giving you order, he’s definitely not your dad or anything.

“I’m hurting, Cobb, and I can’t sleep, let me have that.” your answer is more curt than you want to.

“I’ll rub your back.” he offers. “Come here”.

He’s being really patient with you, and it’s even more annoying because now you can’t say no.

You lay on your stomach next to him and he straddles you, one leg on each side of your body, resting ever so lightly on your hips. He asks if you’d prefer to remove your top, and you fumble to push it over your head. Big hands are splayed on your back and you suddenly feel so small under the giant Marshal. It’s like he could cover your entire back with just his two palms. He gently massages your shoulders before going lower, working the knots out of your contracted muscles. The slightly callused skin of his hands feels like heaven against yours. Until he touches your spine and pain courses through your nerves like a lightning bolt. You jerk and let out a repressed whimper.

“Sorry, dear.” he whispers, worried. “should I stop?”

“Don’t you dare.”

He starts again, careful, and despite some occasional - but weaker and weaker - surges of pain, you feel your entire body relax, and your eyelids getting heavier. The grounding feeling of Cobb’s body pressing against yours, the repetitive rhythm of his massage, the soft pillow under your cheek that smells like him: it doesn’t take long for your breath to get steadier as you slowly fall asleep. Before you’re totally gone, you feel Cobb’s lips leaving a gentle kiss on the scar on your back - the one you’re glad you kept as proof of the battles you’ve won.

✧ ☽ Chapter 5: The Desert ☽✧ 

The fifth time involves the desert and a storm.

In retrospect you really wonder what was going through your mind when you thought this was a good idea. Leaving the safety of the town to go out in the desert.

Alone.

Just a couple hours before a sandstorm - a storm you knew where coming.

But after another sleepless night due to the pain, and somewhat of a fight with Din (for stupid reasons you can barely remember now), you were more than upset. On edge, even.  And a quick trip out in the open would clear your mind, you thought. You would totally have time to come back before the announced sandstorm.

Yeah sure .

Except you hadn’t planned for the nav computer of the speeder bike you stole in Cobb’s frontyard to break.

In the middle of nowhere.

Just dunes, and dunes, and more kriffing dunes all over.

The sky was cloudy, announcing the storm, so there was no way you could use the position of the two suns to help you figure out in which direction the town was. You tried to reboot the thing, even to disassemble it. Your attempts were useless. Fixing this computer was beyond your abilities.

And here you were, sitting on a speeder bike with no idea where to go. Which would be scary enough. If a sandstorm wasn’t coming.

You’re used to joke about your poor sense of direction, but right now you’re just angry at your inaptitude and your carelessness. There is very little you can do. As far as you see, there is just sand. Not even an isolated farm, or some sort of rocky valley where you could hide. Nothing, but sand. On your right, you can see the horizon slowly darkening, the sandstorm inexorably moving towards you.

So this is how I die , you think, on my own, in the desert of some forsaken planet, because of a kriffing nav computer. I’ve survived some of the worst things this galaxy can throw at you, and THIS is it?

You don’t know if you want to laugh or scream or cry, so you just walk around the speeder bike for a few minutes to try and calm yourself before sitting down in the sand, your back against the useless vehicle. Your only chance of survival would be someone travelling through the area. But with the storm, any reasonable beings - that excludes you - would stay in their village and not go out. Cobb is probably too busy preparing the town for the tempest to notice your absence. And Din, well, with your little quarrel, he surely isn’t gonna come check on you, not realizing you were gone either. Even if they eventually notice it, it’s probably too late.

You let your head fall back against the cold metal of the bike. The wind is getting clearly stronger by the minute, already picking up some dust. Soon it will become hard to keep your eyes open. Even hard to breathe.  You pull your scarf up on your mouth and nose. Silent tears briefly roll on your cheeks before getting trapped by the fabric. The last hope you had to cross someone’s path was dwindling with every second.  You look at the sky, swirls of brown dust staining the clear grey canvas above you. And then you notice a star, it’s weak at first, but it shines brighter and brighter. A deep tone, something too loud to be the sound of the wind, intensifies with it.

It’s coming towards you real quick and it’s not a star. It’s the flames of a jetpack. And attached to said jetpack is the Mandalorian. You get on your feet, your heart racing, and for a moment you wonder if you’re hallucinating. But he lands gracefully on the dune’s crest, muscular figure all clad in beskar, impressive as always. You run in his embrace, the earlier fight forgotten.

You want to explain, to apologize, to thank him, but there’s no time to lose.

“You need to keep this scarf on your face, to grab me and to hang on strong. Don’t let go whatever happens, got it?” You nod, tears of relief clouding your vision.  “It may be a bumpy ride.”

He takes you into his arms, clutching you against him with all his strength and you’re both going up in the sky. His jetpack is at full power, trying to outrun the sandstorm. You can feel him straining against the wind, trying to protect you as best as he can from the flying grains of sand scraping your exposed skin. Unlike him, you’re not wearing any gloves or helmet, there’s no beskar between you and the world.

Through squinting eyes, you can finally see Mos Pelgo in the distance, and as you approach the town, you’re joined by another jetpack wearer. You recognize the red and green of Cobb’s armor. They were both looking for you.

It’s a matter of minutes, seconds almost, but you all reach the safety of Cobb’s home before the sandstorm fully hits the streets of Mos Pelgo. The door is closed in a hurry, all three of you tumbling in the small hall. The Mandalorian finally let you go, and you can feel his arms slightly shaking, muscles spasming after the long and grueling effort. The heavy jetpack is discarded on the ground with little care. His chest is rising quickly, his ragged breath creating weird sounds through the modulator of his helmet, a hand on the wall for support.

You don’t really know what to say and you stand in the hallway, trying to catch your breath as well. You can hear Cobb fumbling to remove his armor and helmet, and as soon as he’s free, he hugs you, whispering reassuring words, although you’re not sure if he’s speaking to you or to himself. And when he lets go of his embrace, he turns to Din and hugs him as well, slightly lowering his head down and placing his forehead on his helmet, a sign you know of affection and love.

“Let’s get you out of your armor, cyar'ika” Cobb’s husky voice is warm but your heart stings at the word. It’s Mando’a and while you don’t know the exact translation, you’re sure it carries a lot of meaning with it. It dawns on you at that moment, your foolishness may have caused one of them to be injured or worse .

You try to hide your self-loathing behind a blank face, and you start helping Cobb. You work in silence, removing every piece of beskar armor from The Mandalorian’s body. When you’re done, Din heads toward the refresher without a word.  You want to cry, he’s obviously mad at you - if it isn’t for the trivial fight from earlier in the day, it’s obviously because you almost killed yourself and put his and Cobb’s lives at risk. You can’t hide your feelings anymore. An overwhelming wave of raw emotions hits you and you rush to your bedroom. Outside, the weather matches the storm inside your head.

A deep soothing voice shakes you out of your thoughts. You can’t really say how long you’ve stayed huddled on your bed. Maybe minutes, maybe hours.

“Hey, you know he’s not mad at you, right?”

Cobb is leaning against the doorframe of your room. He knows when to leave you space, but also when to check on you. You raise red eyes and a runny nose toward him.

“Actually I think he’s mad at himself.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s mad because he upset you and you left, because you got lost and he almost failed to protect you.” He pauses, crosses his arms on his chest. “Actually I’m also mad at myself, for not fixing that damn speeder bike earlier.”

You gasp, you’ve almost forgotten that part. The stolen bike is likely buried in sand as you speak. And if it’s still in one piece at the end of the storm, it should not take long before some jawas find it.

“I’m so sorry about that, Cobb, I… I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

“It’s ok, it was a rusty scrap of metal anyway.”

Cobb lets out a chuckle, mischief back in his eyes.

“Although I may have to arrest you, you know, since I’m a Marshal and you’re a thief. Let me find my handcuffs!” he concludes with a wink, and you can’t help but smile at how corny he sometimes is.

“Now let’s see Din, he needs us I think.”

He grabs your hand to help you get up, and leads you to his room. The storm is still raging outside, and it’s dark, probably early in the night. He knocks on the door, opens it slowly, and in the very dim ray of light that flows into the room, you can guess Din’s back and a glimpse of his soft brown hair. He’s sitting on the bed, facing the opposite wall. Cobb shuts the door behind you both, casting the room into darkness.

“I’m sorry…”

“Please forgive me…”

Din and you both start speaking at the same time.  There is a second of silence, before he resumes.

“No need to apologize. I’m just glad you’re here and safe now.”

His voice is unusually soft, a little less deep than through the modulator, more vulnerable, more human . It’s always a bit weird to hear his real voice, but at the same time you’re grateful to be able to hear it in the first place.

You climb on the bed, and you carefully reach for him, hugging him from behind. He grabs your hands and brings them to his lips, leaving kisses on your scuffed knuckles. You melt into his touch, and you both stay silent, but there is no discomfort between you. The sound of the wind outside is strangely comforting, some sort of a peculiar lullaby. The whole pressure of the day is finally released, and the only thing left is your gratitude and love for the two warriors in your life.

✧ ☽ Chapter 6: The Chiss ☽✧ 

And then there is the time when you can save yourself.

As the weeks pass by, you spend your days taking care of Cobb’s home, or working odd jobs here and there in Mos Pelgo, helping townsfolk with their businesses, trying to make some credits. You don’t really have a plan for your professional future right now. But regarding your freetime, you do have a plan. You’ve asked Din to train you in close combat. At first, he was reluctant, but you convinced him it was about guaranteeing your own safety and not becoming a bounty hunter or some sort of hitman like him.

His lessons were not the easiest to follow. He was patient, but he treated you with no special privileges, barely restraining his force when throwing you on the ground if you failed to escape his attack. He saw no point in playing soft or fair since a real-life aggressor would not be. You learned how to dodge and duck, how to aim for the weakest points of your opponent, and how to use your speed and lightness as a strength against what would likely be a bigger and stronger enemy. It was not about defeating an attacker. The spirit of the lessons were more about how to escape, run and hide efficiently.

You dreaded his lessons as much as you waited impatiently for them. You were pretty sure Din voluntarily over-played his toughness for the first couples of training sessions in order to test your will to really learn those techniques. But you could almost hear the proudness in his voice after each particularly grueling practice. Of course, your body was not spared, and more often than not you ended up with bruises and scratches in unexpected places. You had to reassure him quite a handful of times you were okay with this, because his guilt and fear of really hurting you was ever so present. He always took a moment after your lessons to take care of you, applying soothing balm over your bruises or bacta on your cuts, and those rare instances made you feel like you virtually were his equal, a warrior as well, not afraid of getting hurt in a fight. Of course Cobb always looked at the both of you with concern and suspicion, because he knew too well he was the one who would end up going shopping for medication and handling your healing process in the long run.

But Cobb was also an integral part of your plan. You couldn’t live with one of the best gunslingers in the area and not ask him to teach you how to use a blaster. The lessons were definitely easier to follow, and way less demanding. Cobb was a fun teacher, and while he was serious when sharing his knowledge, he made sure your training stayed enjoyable. Cracking jokes and delivering corny punchlines, calling you all sorts of outdated cute nicknames and cheering on you when you would finally shoot in the middle of the makeshift target of the day. Besides teaching you how to aim, he also showed you how to pull your gun faster than an adversary, the key to winning any fight according to him. When he was too tired after a long day of work to take you out, he would stay home and show you basic blaster maintenance. You would watch, mesmerized as he methodically disassembled his own gun before cleaning it, and re-assembling it with a speed you would not believe possible. Din would usually scoff at his little manly and self-indulgent demonstration, but you bet he was also impressed because you could clearly see the way his visor kept focusing on Cobb’s large and skillful hands. With their guidance, it took only a handful of weeks for you to feel more confident about your chances of survival in a fight.

While you suspected Din and Cobb both knew what motivated you to ask for their training, they never pushed you for any answers. It was about claiming your independence back, claiming your body back, and also a little bit about being prepared in the eventuality you’ll cross paths again with a certain Chiss slaver.

And then, one day, this eventuality becomes reality.

Din, Cobb and you, as well as a couple of other villagers have made the trip to Mos Eisley for a few days, in order to gather needed rare supplies, from mechanical parts to special medicine or new droids.

It’s your first day in the big town when you catch a glimpse of him, in the market. A flash of bright-blue in your peripheral vision. At first, you dismiss the alarm signal your brain sends you. It’s not because the alien is a Chiss, that it was this Chiss. But when he turns his face ever so slightly, you recognize him with no room for doubt. You try to stay calm and act like it’s nothing even though your mind is on a code-red alert.

You spend the rest of the day on edge, and you’re pretty sure Din and Cobb have noticed. As you all three settle in the small room you’re renting for the time of your stay, your suspicion is confirmed when Mando finally let out the question that was on his mind all day long.

“About who we saw in the market today, what do you want us to do about it?”

The tone is severe, no emotion in it, like a soldier ready to take any order. You left a moment of silence.

“I want to handle this myself.” you answer with a surprisingly determined voice.

Cobb’s brows furrow, he runs a hand on his face, and lets himself fall on one of the small beds. He lets out a sigh before adding an ominous “That’s what I feared.”.

You cut short to the discussion, because even if a Marshal and a Mandalorian want to discourage you to go on with this idea for your own safety, you’re still your own person. It’s your choice to make. They don’t push it, and you go to sleep with a very clear objective in your mind.

The next day, you see him again. He’s still in the marketplace and he’s accompanied by a couple of twi’leks in chains he seems to be trying to sell. It’s easy to forget what’s going on outside of the safe haven of Mos Pelgo, but here in Mos Eisley slavery is still a thing and the Republic isn’t in any rush to make it stop. It disgusts you, and your resolution only strengthens. You don’t have any specific plan about how you want to do it but everything falls into place when you spot him in a Cantina later that day.

The suns are already setting when your little group decides to go grab a drink. The Cantina is crowded with travelers and local inhabitants, but the tall Chiss is hard to miss. Of course, you two bodyguards have noticed him as well. As the night goes on, your eyes never cease to dart out of your booth and you have trouble focusing on what your lovers are discussing. Cobb is sipping on his third beer, relaxed. Din is playfully grazing his hand on Cobb’s knees while speaking, getting drunk in his own way. You, you barely touch your drink, too focused on your target.

Then everything happens really fast. You see the Chiss getting up from his stool and leaving, but Cobb and Din are now sitting at the very back of your booth and can’t see what’s happening. You smile at them and say you just need to use the bathroom before slowly walking out of their visual field with a calculated casualness. As soon as you reach the other side of the cantina, you slip out of the place amongst a few other clients. The night is clear, and the freshness of the air is welcome after the moist and warm atmosphere of the cantina. Your heart beats so fast in your chest it’s the only thing you can hear. Adrenaline is flowing through your veins like the most powerful drug in the galaxy, and you feel invincible.

The Chiss is walking further in the main street, and you start following him, your hand resting on the blaster on your hip, hidden under your long jacket. He’s alone, and as you silently creep behind him while he turns into smaller and smaller streets, there is no one left around you.

Suddenly, he stops in the middle of the alley. Without even turning back, he starts speaking.

“How long are you gonna follow me like this? You missed me?” you can hear the smirk in his voice. You’re a bit taken aback.

“You know who I am?”

He finally turns to face you.

“I had a doubt when I saw you earlier but then, I recognized the Mandalorian sitting at the cantina. Quite hard to hide such shiny armor.” he seems very amused by the situation. “I hope you had fun removing that chip, can’t wait to put a new one in your brain. And maybe I should have you branded. So no one will steal my property this time. I have to warn you though, it might be a bit painful.” He’s obviously getting high on his own cruelty.

“Stop it.” you growl through gritted teeth, barely recognizing your own voice.

But he goes on.

“Don’t worry, my crew will also take care of your two boyfriends. I’m sure they will greatly enjoy the little noises you’ll make when I’ll carve my mark into your skin in front of them, and then...”  

“I said stop it .”

If there was any doubt left in you before this encounter, now it is clearer than ever: you need to end this. You need to end him .

Your hand reaches for your blaster but he’s quicker and he’s on you before you can do anything. He runs into you with all his strength, his right shoulder in your ribs, and you both fall on the ground. Your blood is already so full of adrenaline, the usual flashbacks don’t even have the chance to cloud your mind. The pain in your chest doesn’t register either. Your body reacts almost on its own, the long hours training with Din have you move on instinct. Your fist flies up into his nose which breaks into an awful noise, then to his eyes, while you try to kick him in the guts with your knee. He’s taken by surprise but not ressourceless and he has the time to hit your cheek before you manage to crawl from under him. He lets out a grunt of pain and tries to get back up on his feet, but it’s too late. The red lasers of the blaster blinds you. You fire once, twice, more times than you care to count. The Chiss in front of you falls flat on his face, finally silent.

You’re panting, on your knees, a steaming blaster in your hands. The cold air of the night useless to soothe your thrumming body, skin hot like flames were lapping at you, head spinning. The hurried footsteps suddenly stopping behind you take you out of your frenzy.

“Told you.” Cobb says with a shove into Mando’s side, before prudently crouching beside you, gently taking the blaster out of your hands.

“I’ve got you sweetheart.” he whispers softly while he helps you get fully up. “Are you hurt?” You shake your head, still high on adrenaline, not feeling the swelling of your cheek, your scratched palms and what is probably a cracked rib. Cobb is not convinced.

“Well, I doubt that, but we need to go now. Don’t want anyone to find us near this corpse.”

“No, wait!” you clear your throat and lower your voice “We need to take his access cylinder, and check out his ship, make sure there’s no one left chained in there.”

“Then we move now.” Din speaks at last, tone flat, and it’s hard for you to tell what he thinks of this whole mess. He sees you have a moment of hesitation, not really in a rush to search a dead body, and he spares you the gritty work, turning the corpse on his back and rummaging in the pockets and satchels of the dead Chiss to find what you’ll need.

You all leave the crime scene silently, running straight to the spaceport to find his ship. It’s empty, except for quite a few credits Din is happy to steal. The way back to your inn seems incredibly long, but you need the lengthy walk in the fresh air to let the pressure go down. You can hear Din and Cobb talk to each other behind you with low and concerned voices, but you don’t really care. Their conversation doesn’t last though, they catch up with your pace, and The Marshal slips a protective arm around your shoulder, which stays here for the rest of the way.

When you finally reach your room, dawn is only a couple of hours away, and exhaustion is hitting you like a wall. You crash on your bed, barely taking the time to kick off your shoes before rolling on your back and passing out, not even bothering to slip under the sheets.

The two suns are already pretty high in the sky when you wake up the next day. Most of your clothes are folded on the foot of your bed and there is a blanket drawn onto you. You guess Din and Cobb couldn’t let you sleep in your leather jacket and dusty cargo pants. Thinking of them , you don’t know where they are because the room is empty. You sit up, and you let out a groan of pain. Your ribs hurt like hell, your head aches from dehydration and overall you feel like you were hit by a running bantha. You manage to make it to the refresher, and you gulp long sips of water directly from the tap of the washbasin, consciously avoiding the reflection of your bruised cheek in the mirror. The water tastes like sand with an aftertaste of bleach but at least it’s potable - it is, right? You chose to believe it’s clean and settle under the thin water spray of the shower, trying to wash away the dirt of the past night.

With fresh clothes on and a clean face, you feel a little bit better, but there is still no trace of Mando and the Marshal. You don’t have to wonder where they are for very long though, because you soon hear their voices echoing in the hallway before the door slides open.

“Hello sunshine” Cobb’s grin could almost be enough to make you smile. “How are ya’ feeling? You must be hungry.” He gestures at Din and a little box full of steaming food is delivered on your knees.

“Thanks.”

The street food is not the most appetizing you ever saw, probably too greasy and too salty, but your belly rumbles in anticipation and you start eating without any further ado.

There is an awkward moment of silence between the three of you, no one really knows what to say regarding the fact you murdered someone for the first time of your life a few hours ago.

“He saw it coming and he deserved it.”

Din finally breaks the silence, voice steady through the modulator, and it’s like he’s reading your mind. Can Mandalorians even do that?

“You don’t have to feel guilty. Now the only thing that matters is you and your future.”

“And that broken rib we need to heal.” Cobb’s sounds amused “don’t try to fool me by saying you’re okay” he adds with a smirk, his own way of dealing with the situation.

You chuckle and you immediately regret it because it makes you wince.

“You got a point, Cobb.” you admit.

The couple next days are so uneventful, if it wasn’t for the pain still lingering in your chest, you could swear you dreamed what happened that egregious night. Nobody is really bothered by another random slaver missing after a party night at a cantina, especially not the local authorities. The streets are still full of busy travelers, the market full of loud merchants, the bars full of singing drunks. Mos Eisley is the same, even if you’re not anymore.

Nevertheless the trip back to Mos Pelgo still feels like relief.

You’re sitting between the Marshal and the Mandalorian in the transport, neatly tucked between a warm shoulder and cold beskar. Cobb’s fingers are absent-mindedly rubbing circles into your thigh, and you can hear the regular breathing of Din through his modulator. Combined with the soft buzzing of the ship, you feel like you could almost fall asleep.

You’re glad to be coming back to the small desert town. Glad to set foot on its dusty streets. Even glad to find again your tiny bedroom in Cobb’s house.

You realize the trip back to Mos Pelgo does not only feel like relief.

It feels like more than that.

It feels like finally coming home.

And no matter how many times the two warriors who crossed your path a few months ago had to save you, no matter how many more times they will have to, you now know you can also be your own savior.

You now know you can also be your own hope.

[galaxyedging]

When you have some time to kill, love Din and like Cobb..

One shot fluffy smut. Cobb x reader. Din x reader. Am a sucker for romance with Din at the minute.

I Do

When you found him he was propping up the bar. Appearing at the door, your eyes caught his. A slight grin tugged at his lips before he downed his drink and made his way out to you. Neither of you spoke as he lead you down the narrow back alleys to his home. The cool night air did little to abate the heat of your skin. Opening his front door he gave you plenty of room to pass him. He played the part of the respectful gentleman perfectly.

Until the door closed, concealing you from prying eyes. His hands, lips, tongue, body engulf you in a way that was far from gentlemanly. He had you on the bed, half naked and arching into his touch before he spoke a word. "I could get the helmet if you like." he drawled. There was no judgement in his tone, just a genuine offer. In all you unspoken conversations about this moment you seemed to have said too much. He knew. Saw your feelings for Din. You couldn't help the anger that flared in you. In a second you had flipped your positions. Straddling his waist, fist gripping his open shirt tightly, pushing him down into the bed. "Easy sugar. I didn't mean to offend." He held his hands up, to placate you. "I pride myself on being a good host to visitors to my town. So it wouldn't be proper to deny you want you so sorely need." he emphasized the last part by rolling his hips, tantalisingly slow, underneath you. Pressing his hard length into you. "I guess I just felt I should make things clear, am not looking to get in between you and the Mandalorian. He's a good man." Thankfully, your eyes were still closed from the pleasure he had giving you by pressing into your heated core. He couldn't see the tears that glazed your eyes at his kind words about Din. "He is...and he nearly..." you cut yourself off.

"So that's what this is? His near death experience is running through your veins." His finger tips trailed down your bare arm. This whole time you had been naked from the waist up, legs spread over him but you didn't feel as exposed as you did in that moment. He laughed lightly "I've had my fair share of 'Thank the Maker we're alive sex' in my experience it's usually with the person that almost died, Sugar." The tension in you snapped, laughing hard, you rolled off him and lay your head down on him. "What if he doesn't feel the same?" you whisper into his chest, absently fiddling with his shirt." I think we both know he does. He stiffened like a fence post every time I gave you my attention." Smiling you're compelled to press a chaste kiss to flesh, a silent thank you for acknowledging what you were too scared to. He returns one to the top of your head. It's a sweet moment. Both of you enjoy it. Both of you know it's a sham. The touch is real but the tenderness behind it is meant for someone else.

"Come on Honey." He sits up bringing you with him. Handing you your shirt he throws his legs over the side of the bed, readying himself to stand and giving you some privacy to dress. "You should go back to him and tell him, before you lose him." His voice is wistful as he reaches for an open bottle of his dresser and takes a gulp. Once you're dressed you come to stand in between his legs, resting your hands on his shoulders. "Thank you Cobb."

He stands wrapping you in his arms as he reaches his full height. "Just being a good host." he tips his imaginary hat at you.

"Maybe it's not too late for you." you press. He blushes a little, tries to stammer an excuse. He wasn't the only one who could read people. "Go to her. If she's into the armour, you better move before Mando collects it in the morning."

His eyes sparkle as your suggestion. "Ok. A kiss for good luck?" The gentle, closed-mouth kiss you place on his lips soon grows to something more, your lips part as his tongue seeks entrance. His hands are on you again. The adrenaline in your system offsetting any guilt you would have had as your hands pull him closer. It's a nice moment to you, as if you're kissing something goodbye. No more seeking out cheap thrils like this. From now on Din is the only person you want. Thinking of building a life with him gives you a different type of thrill. Feeling ready to take that risk you pull away from Cobb. Walking over to his dresser you retrieve his helmet. Placing it firmly on his head you wish him luck before leaving.

The quiet walk back to the Crest did nothing for your nerves. The silence afforded you too much time in your head. So much so that you were half way up the ramp before you notice Din standing at the top. He was still. His stance was foreboding.

"You went to see Cobb." it wasn't a question or a accusation more like a bleak observeration.

"I did." you confirmed, there was no point lying.

"Why?" he simply asked.

You wished the answer was as simple. "I...I don't know." not exactly a lie but not the truth. You knew your motivation, why you went to Cobb and not Din but in this moment, standing before him none of that made sense. Why had you been so scared? The chance to call this man, this beautiful, brave, sweet, honourable man, your own was worth all the risk. He rocked slightly putting his weight on one leg looking at the ground. "I was scared." you continue. "Scared I almost lost you, scared I could still lose you if I..." your voice catching in your throat brought his head up to you. "..I just needed a distraction, comfort, something physical.." the last part just slipped out.

"You wanted sex." his shoulders slumped slightly.

"Yes. We didn't...but that's all it was going to be, just sex." you try to explain.

"Why..why couldn't you get that from me?" he murmured.

"Because with you it would never be just sex." you confessed. The weight of it lifting from your shoulders.

His shoulders pulled back. His back and limbs straightened. At a glance he looked furious. As he walked towards you, you thought about all the quarries you had seen in Carbonite. Their faces contorted in what you thought was pain from the freezing process. Right now you wondered if their faces were filled with residual fear from him stalking towards them. He was a terrifying sight. Determined, resolute. As his hand came up, no matter how much you trusted him not to hurt you, you couldn't help but flinch. His hand violently rip off his helmet. The sound of it crashing to the floor echoed around the ship. Before the sound even faded he was on you. His lips crashing to yours, it was inexperienced, sloppy, all teeth and tongue. All too rough. All too perfect.

He pulls at you, trying to get you closer despite the fact that there's no space between you. Throwing his gloves off he cups your face, his beautiful brown eyes looking deep into yours. "You're mine. My riduur. My everything. You will never lose me because I cannot lose you." Before you can react he's kissing you again. His previous words apparently in his touch. Pieces of his armour clatter to the floor as he keeps you pinned between him and the ship. You let him. You've given yourself to him completely now. He's in control. It's chaotic and calming. Overwhelming yet not enough. It weakens you and strengthens you beyond anything you thought possible. You are his. That makes him yours. Regaining some control of yourself you stop his movements. His brow twitches in question. Reassuringly you caress his face "I love you."

"You do?" he asked suddenly adorably uncertain.

You would have loved him no matter what he looked like but you couldn't help but be taken by the way his grin lit up his handsome face. "I do."

[calamity-queen]

Cobb and hidden Jedi?!?!?

I. CANT WAIT!!!

I mean no rush but ooooo baby that sounds SPECTACULAR

-💛

It should be coming out soon!!!! Knowing me, once I get inspo I hyperfixate on it until I lose that muse😂 It will be called Child of My Past when it’s posted

[lavendertales]

Part 3 of Isn’t it lovely all alone is up on my blog!

check it out here: 

and the previous parts: Part 1 | Part 2 

- Ari.