#din/cobb fanfic

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Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars: The Book of Boba Fett (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth Characters: Din Djarin, Cobb Vanth, Grogu | Baby Yoda, Peli Motto, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Jo (The Mandalorian TV), Weequay Proprietor | Taanti (Star Wars), Issa-Or (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Mentions of Past Slavery, Some Action, Hurt/Comfort, Din Djarin Removes the Helmet, Friends to Lovers, POV Din Djarin, Continues right after BOBF, Explicit Sexual Content, Plot With Porn, Slow Burn Summary:

Despite his mounting responsibilities to the throne of Mandalore, Din found his way to Tatooine once again when he learned that Cobb woke up from his treatment in the bacta tank. While guilt may have pulled him back to the marshal’s side, a growing affection and a journey of self-discovery made him linger.

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

In a Perfect World, You Love Me [ii]

din djarin x female!reader

warnings: mentions of forced drug exposure and hallucinations, comfort to the angst i caused, self doubt, anxiety, mild PTSD from said forced drug exposure, confusion in reality

word count: 2,904

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

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"kidnap me from my reality and crushed pieces in my soul, color me outside the lines until my shattered heart is whole." -perry

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Mando’s hands dragged up and down your arms leaving a trail of fire wherever he touched. His modulated voice whispered about how badly he wanted⏤ no, needed⏤ your body. You may as well have been burning alive, melting into a puddle, with the way Mando surrounded every part of you. It was a sharp contrast to the cool metal of his helmet which pressed against the side of your face. “Mesh’la, you make the sweetest sounds.” A soft sigh left your lips. “Let me make you sing.”

You startled awake with a gasp. Every time you closed your eyes you were haunted by the spice dream. A week had passed and it was no better. Vanth said it was a lingering after effect of the glitterstim. It’d fade with time. You wondered if you’d survive long enough for that to be true⏤ you were running on nearly no sleep at all. 

The home you slept in was quiet. This room didn’t belong to you. It was a local place that Vanth had offered you, Mando, and Grogu while the two of you were in town. After the incident, you found out that the quarry Mando was searching for was tangled up in the same business as the pirates Vanth was trying to keep away from his town. So, Mando picked up Grogu from Mos Eisley, and now the three of you were staying in Mos Pelgo for the time being.

“Mesh’la.”

Hearing the nickname, as if it came straight from your spice induced nightmare, made you jump. You turned to see Mando sitting by the window in his full suit of armor. He was leaning against the wall casually with his arms crossed and legs outstretched. Grogu slept in the pram beside him. 

“What’s wrong?” He pressed.

“Just…” You paused. “Bad dream.”

“Do you⏤” Mando cleared his throat. “Do you…want to talk about it?”

Yes. More than want, you needed to. Waking up from the spice after effects was jarring, it left you wondering what was real and what wasn’t. As if the lines between spice and reality were blurred. But, Mando was the last person you could talk to about this. Everything about him confused you more. Being near him made you worry you were right back in that dream.

“No.” You lied, then threw your legs over the side of the bed. “I’m gonna go for a walk.” Mando seemed to shift in his seat so you quickly added. “I need some time alone, is all. I’ll be right back.”

Mando gave you a stiff nod. “Sure. Be, uh, be careful.”

You mumbled an affirmative while pulling on a pair of shoes. Then, you quickly left before he could chime in once more. It didn’t take you long to arrive to what Vanth called home. Mos Pelgo was pathetically tiny, after all. Vanth opened the door after you knocked on it for a few seconds. He wore casual sleep pants and a hoodie of some kind. His hair a mess from sleep.

“I’m so sorry.” You mumbled.

Vanth gave you a small smile. “Bad dream?” You nodded. “Come on in, darling.”

Anytime you came to him after the spice after effects plagued you, he’d sit with you and let you talk it out. He’d been very good at grounding you⏤ reminding you what was real and what wasn’t. The two of you had always been good friends and this experience had only deepened that in the most platonic of ways.

They said ignorance was bliss. Din had violated your personal space by following you, and he had been punished with the truth. Watching Vanth pull you into his home for the night after you said no to him about your bad dream was devastating. It would have hurt less if someone had just stabbed him in the chest with a vibroblade⏤ at least that injury had a chance of healing eventually. Din had avoided you since sunrise, not that it made a difference. With the awkward tension between the two of you since the attack things had felt wrong anyways.

With the way Vanth kept shooting him glances, Din assumed his bad mood was clearly evident.

“Tip says they should be hiding their stash somewhere out to the east.” Vanth motioned to an area on the map resting on the cantina counter between them. Din stayed silent. “Could probably get out there in an hour.” Good. Din had never wanted a mission to be over and done with faster. He just wanted to put as much distance between you and Vanth as possible. Which was obviously selfish of him, but Din never claimed to be otherwise. Although, deep down, a part of him was terrified that once this was over you wouldn’t want to continue traveling with him. “Little lady’s got the kid today right? Where is she?”

“Shouldn’t you know that.” Din snarked.

Vanth chuckled and it made Din stiffen where he stood. The marshal smirked. “Mando, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sound jealous.” Vanth clapped his hand against Din’s shoulder and winked at him. “Good thing I know you’re not the type.”

Din glared at the Vanth as he turned to leave. After a beat, Din hurried after him so he stepped outside to meet him on the cantina’s porch. He stopped Vanth from going any further, and Din set his hands on his hips with a huff. “How… What…” Dank farrik, he didn’t even know what to ask. “You and⏤ I saw her go into your place last night.”

“Yeah. And?”

“And…” Din locked his jaw then sighed. “I assume that means every other time she’s disappeared this week it’s been to visit with you.”

Vanth shrugged. “Safe assumption.”

If Din didn’t want to strangle Vanth before, he sure as hell wanted to now. The Mandalorian tried to find any ounce of patience left in his body before shaking his head. “I want to know how…serious the two of you are. I’m just trying to gauge if she’ll still want to…”

“Leave with you?” Vanth crossed his arms. The two men stared at one another for a tense moment. Finally, Vanth shook his head. “Why did you tell her you weren’t interested in her, man?” Din’s eyes widened and he tried not to let his body language show his surprise. “It’s obvious the exact opposite is true.”

“We need to get moving. We’re losing daylight.” Din blurted.

“Sure thing.” Vanth nodded. He began to pass him once more, but the marshal stopped to shoot him a charming, annoying grin. “You need to talk to her about her spice experience.”

Din huffed and followed after him. It wasn’t like he wasn’t trying.

“Oh, mesh’la, such a good girl for me. How lucky am I to have you all to myself? You’re mine. You’re⏤”

Your eyes snapped open and you could physically feel your heart ache. What did you do to deserve this? Yeah, you were stupid enough to fall for the Mandalorian. And, yeah, you were even stupider to admit those feelings to said Mandalorian. However, you firmly believed you handled that rejection with a decent amount of grace. Enough so that you deserved at least a little reprieve from this nightmare.

Grogu cooed from the chair beside you, as if he could tell how bothered you were. The fact that you passed out and fell asleep sitting upright inside the cantina was a fair hint at how fucked up you were though. You rubbed the boy’s head and mumbled quiet curses under your breath. Maker, you’d do anything to get past this⏤ pay any damn price. You hoped that Mando and Vanth would finish taking care of the damn quarry so you could leave this planet. Hopefully, the further you got away from Tatooine the less the spice after effects would have a hold on you.

As if fate itself heard your thoughts, a message flashed across your communicator from Mando telling you they had caught the quarry. You breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Come on, kid.” You scooped him up and rose. “We’re getting off this hell hole.”

It didn’t take you long at all to pack up everyone’s belongings, and then you sat outside with Grogu waiting for the Razor Crest to come into view⏤ trying desperately to keep your eyes open. Mando said he was taking the land speeder straight to Mos Eisley where he could take care of the quarry then he’d bring the Crest to you and Grogu. The sound of footsteps wandered over and seconds later Vanth dropped down to sit beside you. 

“The kid catch anything interesting to eat?” Vanth motioned to Grogu who was waddling in the sand a few feet from you.

“Some kind of lizard. I think he’s taking advantage of how tired I am.” You chuckled. “I’m not quick enough to snatch things from him right now.”

“Clever boy.” He responded and you hummed. Vanth set a hand on your shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. “Are you gonna be alright, darling?”

You shrugged. “I have to be, don’t I?”

“No. You’re allowed to be hurt. Scared. Any other damn thing you feel.”

“It’s not exactly a convenient time for me to have a melt down.”

Vanth chuckled. “Emotions usually aren't convenient.” You couldn’t see it yet, but you could hear the Crest rumbling closer. “You need to talk to Mando about all this.” You shot Vanth a glare. “I’m serious. Neither of you are gonna get past this if you don’t talk about it.”

“Do you know how awkward it’ll be to tell Mando I had a sex hallucination about him while on spice?” You scoffed. “He’ll think I’m psychotic.”

Vanth shook his head. “I think you’d be surprised.”

Too tired to argue, you just leaned over to rest your head on Vanth’s shoulder. He shifted so he could wrap his arms around you in comfort. You were unsure how much time had passed, and you hadn’t seen the Crest land, but Mando wandered into your view. He gave you a small nod and you pushed to sit up.

“Are you…ready to go?” Mando asked.

“Absolutely.” You replied. It didn’t take long to say good-byes and you took the time to thank Vanth for what had to be the hundredth time. He urged you to talk to Mando and you gave him a smile while tossing away his advice mentally. You had embarrassed yourself enough in front of Mando with everything that had happened. Adding ‘talk about your sex hallucination’ was not going to be something you did in this lifetime. 

Everything seemed to slip into a normal pattern as you got Grogu ready for bed and Mando got the ship into hyperdrive. You really hoped that when you crawled into your usual cot tonight you’d find yourself in a dreamless state. Grogu looked so peaceful as he dozed off in his pram, and for a moment you stared at him in jealousy. Great, you were jealous of a 50 year old toddler. You closed the pram and rubbed your features.

“Mesh’la.”

You jumped in place and turned around to see Mando had climbed down the ladder into the cargo hold with you. You let out a breath, “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry. I know you haven’t been sleeping well.”

“I’m hoping being back on the Crest helps with that.”

Mando nodded. He shifted a few steps closer and cleared his throat. “Can we⏤ Can we talk?” You nearly laughed at how nervous the Mandalorian sounded. It wasn’t often you got to see him in this state. You motioned for him to continue with a shrug. “I was talking to Vanth. He said we should… talk about the spice issue.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“You don’t have to.” Mando held a hand out. “That’s not what I’m saying.” He took another step, and he was close enough that if you let out a hot breath it would fog up his beskar covered chest. Mando nodded. “I want to tell you about mine. Is that alright?”

“I… I guess.”

Mando paused for a tense moment before sighing, “It was you.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted. I was lying to myself⏤ lying to you, and I am… I am so sorry, mesh’la. I know I hurt you. It was the last thing I wanted to do. But, in trying to avoid hurting you I know I… hurt you.”

“You… want me?” You asked in surprise.

Mando chuckled. His gloved hand lifted to softly cup the side of your face. “I always have. Since the moment you stepped onto this ship. Mesh’la, you are everything.”

“I…” You paused as a warning bell rang at the back of your mind. Quickly, you shook your head and took a step back. Mando’s hand stayed in the air where you had been. “No, no. I’m stuck again.”

“What?”

“I’m trapped in the dream again.” You covered your face and willed yourself awake. Come on, come on. Wake up, you idiot. “This isn’t happening. This isn’t real.”

“Mesh’la⏤”

“Stop.” You snapped. “I can’t do this again.”

“Again?” Mando sounded taken aback. You heard him hurry closer and his hands grasped yours to pull them away from your face. Tears of frustration pricked at your eyes. “Mesh’la. Mesh’la, was I your dream?”

“Yeah.” You gasped and tried to pull away from him, but his firm grip wouldn’t let you do so. “How in the hell do you think I snapped out of it, Mando!? I’m just stupid and desperate and⏤”

“Stop⏤”

“⏤and I don’t understand why I won’t wake up again!” You cried. “Why won’t I wake up?!”

Mando shifted his hands to your arms, locking you in place, and he leaned his forehead against yours. The cold beskar making you shiver. “This is real, mesh’la. I’m so sorry. This is my fault for lying to you in the first place. I just⏤ You deserve better so I tried to push you away but…” You tried to pull away again and Mando spoke again. “What do I have to do? How do I prove this is real?”

“Wake up, wake up, wake up.” You mumbled to yourself, eyes shut tight. It never goes further than this⏤ it never can. It always goes dark and you wake up. Wake up. Wake up⏤

“It never goes further?” Mando pressed and your eyes snapped open. Had you said that aloud? “Is it because… You don’t know me. Your mind can’t imagine what it doesn’t know.” This was getting ridiculous. What the fuck was wrong with you? You continued to try and pull away and closed your fists tightly enough to press your nails into your palm⏤ praying the pain would jolt you awake. “Alright.”

His hands suddenly left you and you thought surely this was the start of you finally waking up.

Instead of coming to, you watched in shock as Mando’s hands lifted to his helmet and with no fanfare or build up, he pulled it up and off. Time may have stopped, you may have stopped breathing, you weren’t sure. A stranger was staring down at you, helmet tucked under his arm, with the kindest brown eyes you had ever seen. They were filled with concern and a raw vulnerability you had never seen. A mustache made of brown hair sat above his upper lip and it matched the scruff along his jawline and the messy, loose curls that sat atop his head. 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but then the stranger’s eyes softened to admiration and a voice you knew by heart whispered your name. Without thought, your hand lifted to trace his features. His eyes fluttered closed at your touch and a soft exhale left his parted lips.

“Mando?” You mumbled.

He shook his head, eyes opening once more, and he lightly grasped your hand to press it firm against his face. “No. Din.” You felt warm tears drip down your cheeks. “My name is Din Djarin, and you mean everything to me, mesh’la. I am so sorry I ever made you doubt that.”

“This is real?” You whispered. No spice dream had ever gone this far.

“Real. It’s real.” Din leaned in once more so his forehead pressed against yours and the warmth it brought sent a shiver down your spine. “This is real.”

Every single fiber of your being wanted to believe him, most of it did, but there was still a lingering voice of disbelief yelling at the back of your mind. But, you knew exactly how to bowl over that last negative thought. You tilted your head up to softly press your lips against his. Din didn’t pull away, he didn’t deny you that touch, he simply pressed in further to meld his lips around yours. The two of you pulled back after a gentle second and your lips twitch up into a smile at that simple but strong confirmation. 

“You wouldn’t kiss me in my dream.” You admitted. 

“The real me is much too weak to deny you that.” Din replied. He let his helmet fall to his feet so he could wrap both his arms around you. “And if I have to spend the rest of my existence reminding you this is real, with my lips alone, I’d be the luckiest man in the galaxy.”

“Good. Remind me some more.”

[sparkagrace]

*creeps in* is it still technically close enough to December to post this? Three weeks in and I'm finally feeling like a normal human being again so I figured I would complete my 2023 fic recaps with the final instalment. I was completely burned out so I only read 11 fics so I'm putting them all here! I am going to be continuing this series for 2024 because I've enjoyed it, but hopefully with less burnout ✌️

december

58,549 words read over 11 fics (average of 5,323 words per fic, not including wips) 📉 72% from November.

2023 total: 2,829,189 words (389 fics)

ask my glass of wine for guidance by EiraLloyd shrunky | T | 5.8k

if the sun could talk by oklahoma (@malewifediaz) stucky | E | 4k

Foothold by missbeizy stucky | E | 7k

Not the Face You'd Expect by @metalbvcky shrunky | T | 2k

Leave the Gate as You Found It by KidDynamite090 stucky | E | 3k

Fan Brush by KidDynamite090 stucky | E | 3k

young hearts, out of our minds by junko stucky | T | 2k

Handling it professionally by MedeaV bucky x natasha | E | 6.6k

Light of a Clear Blue Morning by @bonky-bornes stucky | N/A | 9.7k

non-mcu

In the house of Roses by JZ11 snowbaird | E | 3.5k

strange canyon road (strange look in your eye) by @teenytabris din x cobb (star wars) | E | 10.5k

[sitkowskiryan]

i really wish i had more people to bounce fanfic ideas off of

i wrote a dinluke where cobb raises luke and i desperately need to yap at someone about it!

[shortmage]

Don't Leave It In The Dark Art by TheEarlGreyAlpha

Rating: Mature No Archive Warnings Apply Important Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Mild Gore, Mild Body Horror, Monster Transformation, Psychological Horror, Hallucinations, Single Parent Din Djarin, Appalachian Cobb Vanth

After the year Din and his son have had to endure, he takes them to a cabin in the mountains, near a quiet hamlet, to have time to relax and recuperate. First, Din encounters the stag, towering in stature and strange in presence. Next, he meets the silver haired man with bright eyes and sharp wit, whose smile makes him feel safe for the first time in a long time. They're both mysteries Din wants to understand, while the stag and the man is doing his very best to help Din figure it out.

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loved writing this fic, i know it was a bit of an ambitious idea but i hope i did it and the smoky mountains justice, and i absolutely loved working with Liz and the amazing fucking art she made! i'm posting the art here on tumblr in her stead but go check out her twitter! check out the rest of the works in the collection and thank you to @staranon95 and @cryptids-and-starlight for organizing the event!

[clan--of3]

BobaCobb WIP - season 2 episode 1 Mandolorian deleted scene, a case of mistaken identity

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Cobb had laid the beskar'gam out, as he'd learned from watching Boba treat the armor.

"You knew the man who wore this armor before you?" The Mandalorian asked.

Cobb nodded.

"Did you-" Mando's helmet turned from the pile of beskar'gam to Cobb's blaster still at his hip.

"No - Kriff, no. Fett died in a fight with a Jedi," Cobb raised his hands away from his blaster, shaking his head, "He was a bounty hunter, like you, just got mixed up with the wrong side of things. He's been dead a long time.

The Mandalorian nodded, he had heard of Jango Fett - the traitor Mando'ad who had fathered the clones and who had been killed by the Jetti before the fall of Mandalore. The Armorer had made their clans stance on the Buir Tat'adat quite clear, "How did you come across his armor?"

"Jawas had it, no idea where they got it - don't even think they knew what they had. Traded a crate of silicax for it, feel like it was worth a helluva lot more than that," Cobb huffed a half laugh.

Mando was quiet for a while after that, laid out on his back with the kid tucked under his arm. He'd made no move to take off his armor, not even his gloves as Boba had on their first few evenings together. And just as Cobb had thought he'd fallen asleep, he spoke quietly, "Would you consider taking the Creed?"

Cobb blinked, the Mandalorian didn't need to elaborate beyond that - Cobb knew what he meant, "No offense, but I was told you were all dead…"

Mando made a soft noise, somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, his vocoder muffling the sound.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

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THE RAZOR CREST RANCH SEVEN

Chapter 01 | Chapter 02 | Chapter 03 | Chapter 04 |

Chapter 05 | Chapter 06 | Chapter 07 | Chapter 08 |

Chapter 09 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11

THE CRESTWORLD

Chapter 01 | Chapter 02 | Chapter 03 | Chapter 04 |

Chapter 05 | Chapter 06 | Chapter 07 | Chapter 08 |

Chapter 09 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 |

Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15

ON TEMPORARY HIATUS

[screamingendlesslyintospace]

Cobb is used to being alone. He’s used to the quiet of his house and silence outside his door. But sometimes it gets to him. Sometimes he’ll be lost in a task, absorbed in his work, unaware of his surroundings. But when he takes a moment to look up and breathe he realizes just how alone he is. He never reacts much. What good would that do? So Cobb just sighs, noticing a familiar hollow, sinking feeling creep back into the center of his chest.

The desert is vast and empty. He’s become accustomed to not having company save for his own thoughts. But still, the unmistakable ache of loneliness is there, ever present, like a small weight at the bottom of his sternum. And Cobb is sure the ache will never leave; it’s been there as long as he could remember, after all. He just sighs and shakes his head, dutifully returning to his work. No point in dwelling on a feeling he can’t fix.

[magess]

[starstruckunknown-princess]

A Very Star Wars Christmas Morning

Pairings: Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader, Anakin Skywalker x Reader, Padme Amidala x Reader, Din Djarin/Mando x Reader, Cobb Vanth x Reader, Poe Dameron x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, lots of kissing, marriage proposal, bisexual relationship, same sex relationship, Grogu being an adorable menace

Word Count: 1498

Summary: Headcanons about how my various Star Wars Universe crushes would act on Christmas Morning! This is set in a Modern Earth-based society to make it easier on myself :)

A/N: Happiest and Gentlest of Holidays to all of you! This is my penultimate Fluffcember post and I decided to switch it up and do a series of Headcanons instead of the normal flash piece. Let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy!

Fluffcember Masterlist

Obi Wan Kenobi

Makes coffee and delivers it to you in bed, a peppermint stick dissolving in it cuz “It’s festive!”

As excited as he is for you to open your gift, he won’t rush you out of bed

But he will crawl into bed with you and stare at you while you sip your coffee

Like an adoring puppy

And he’s so damn cute that you relent and let him lead you by the hand into the living room where the tree is set up and the string lights are on and your stockings are full

You’d filled his stocking with bags of his favorite tea, a book you knew he’d been wanting to read, and other thoughtful small gifts

He filled your stocking with some of your favorite candies/treats, plus a small velvet box

A ring box, to be exact

Your brain short circuits. Sure, you’d talked about getting married but you’d thought it was further in the future. Time comes screeching to a halt and there is not a single coherent thought in your mind

By the time your brain starts back up, he’s kneeling in front of you, between your knees where you sit on the couch

“My love, will you do me the immense honor of—”

“Yes”

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“Yes. Obi Wan, yes.”

His smile makes him practically incandescent with joy as he surges up and captures your lips with his in a searing kiss

He slips the ring on your finger when the two of you come up for air some time later

It’s a perfect fit.

Just like him.

Anakin Skywalker

You wake up before he does

I swear, that man sleeps like the dead or not at all, there is no in between

You make yourself coffee and sit on the couch, reading a book or turning on a Christmas movie to pass the time while you wait for him to rise

When he does wake up, he goes directly into the kitchen to make breakfast for the both of you

But not before stopping to kiss your forehead good morning

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart”

While he normally doesn’t cook, he loves cooking breakfast

Probably because it’s difficult to fuck up breakfast food

He’s two cups of coffee in when the two of you sit down at the table, working on a third as he freshens your cup

Since he grew up poor, the holiday wasn’t so much about gifts as it was spending quality time with his loved ones

His mom, Qui Gon, Obi Wan, you

He even offered to host dinner at your home

And then immediately asked Shmi to be in charge of cooking because she’s the only one who can make his holiday favorites exactly how he likes them

You think it’s cute, how much he loves Christmas

When it comes to gift-giving, he’s more about practical gifts than anything. Did you mention something of yours isn’t working as well as it should be? He’s fixed it (or replaced it after trying to fix it). He noticed your sock supply was dwindling, so he got you more.

He does this throughout the year, mind you, but at Christmas he at least makes an attempt at keeping an element of surprise

Breakfast is delicious

You offer to clean up while he starts cleaning the public areas of your home in anticipation of the house full of guests you’re expecting that night

Padme Amidala

You want to spend Christmas in a fancy-ass Hallmark Movie set?

Padme’s your girl

Her entire home is decorated to the nines, holly sprigs, fresh poinsettias, a twelve foot tree with sparkling lights and ornaments

Banisters dripping with garlands

And it constantly smells like spiced cider

Christmas morning you wake up and she’s already downstairs

She hands you a mimosa when you join her downstairs in your pajamas

She’s in her pajamas too, but hers are silk and yours are an old t-shirt and fleece pants

“You look wonderful,” she assures you as you two sit down to your catered breakfast

After breakfast, you two curl up on the couch together

Snuggling, watching movies for a while before you have to get ready for her annual Holiday Gala

Her gift to you is a piece of jewelry that perfectly compliments the gown you’d picked out for the event

Your gift to her is a framed photo of the two of you in a simple metal frame

She immediately puts it on her nightstand

“So I can see it first thing every day”

You kiss her deeply, not caring that you’ve now both got lipstick all over your faces

That’s what make up people are for, right?

Din Djarin

With how much he travels, he barely keeps track of the day of the week

Much less the actual date

He does notice the snow on the ground and the incessant holiday music in stores and on the radio, so he knows it’s coming up

And he loves you

And he knows how much you love Christmas

So he makes sure to remember to get you a gift

Something thoughtful and sentimental, not extravagant or flashy

Grogu helps him pick it out

Grogu also insists on wrapping it himself

On Christmas morning Din bashfully presents you with what looks like a ball of wrapping paper covered with layers of tape

Grogu smiles when you praise his wrapping job

Din can’t imagine loving you more than he already does

You’re so good with his kid

You’re so good with him

So when you manage to get through the layers of tape and paper to reveal the gift and your face lights up, eyes brightening when you look at him

He falls deeper for you

When he opens the gift you got for him

(Impeccably wrapped, by the way -- what are you, a professional?)

He nearly chokes on the sip of coffee he just took

It’s a mudhorn amulet

“I noticed you lost your other one and it seemed important to you.”

“I-it’s the symbol of my…of our clan.”

“You and Grogu?”

“And you, too. If you’d like,” he adds quietly

You brighten again

And you answer him with a kiss

Grogu makes obnoxious gagging sounds

Cobb Vanth

You’re still asleep when he gets off duty

So he slips into bed with you and pulls you close

He only intends on cuddling until you wake up

But then his eyes slip closed and he’s out like a light — it was a busy night

You wake up to his light snores, still wearing his sheriff’s uniform shirt

As much as you’d like to let him keep sleeping, you two have to get to Peli’s for Christmas brunch and Secret Santa

So you gently wake him up with kisses along his strong jaw and neck

“Mmmm, don’t start something you can’t finish, darlin’” he growls, eyes still closed

“I’d love that, but we’ve got to be at Peli’s in an hour and, no offense love, but you need a shower.”

He groans and turns over, grabbing you by the waist and taking you with him

You squeal in surprise

His eyes are still closed

You decide to let him rest for a bit longer

Peli won’t mind if you’re late

Poe Dameron

You’re visiting his dad for Christmas and wake up to the two of them singing along with the Michael Buble Christmas album in the kitchen while they bang around making breakfast

You sneak out of the guest room and sidle up to the kitchen

Poe notices you first, dark eyes landing on yours

“Morning babe!” He exclaims as he bounces over to you and kisses your cheek

Out of the corner of your eye you catch his dad watching the exchange, a wistful look on his face

The three of you eat breakfast in the living room, White Christmas playing on mute while you all open presents

Poe’s dad immediately cracks into the bottle of whiskey you bought for him

The three of you share it

Poe disappears mid-afternoon to get dinner going

His dad, half-drunk in his recliner, smiles at you

“I don’t think I’ve seen a man so in love since I met his mother. You make him really happy.” 

“He makes me really happy too.” 

“What are you two talking about?” Poe asks from the kitchen

“Nothing!” you and his dad both exclaim

You join him in the kitchen a few moments later, hugging him from behind while he stirs something on the stove

“Well hey there” he says, turning around and hugging you back “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” you say, running a hand through his dark curls, “You just make me really happy.”

He responds by kissing you lightly, then turns off the burner and turns his attention to kissing you like he means it

Which he does

The two of you make out in the kitchen until you hear his dad get up from his recliner, then split apart like two teenagers getting caught

[multifandomhoodies]

Sharing the Same Roots

by multifandomhoodies

Din Djarin's starting life in a quiet town in West Virginia. He's got a handyman job and he's finally being seen how he wants to be seen. He's going to see how this whole life thing works out for him. Then Cobb Vanth storms into his life and makes the days that much more special.

The lengthy prequel/flashback fic to my other T4T Appalachian Dincobb fics. Those aren't necessary reading for this.

Words: 25,809, Chapters: 17/17, Language: English

Fandoms: The Mandalorian (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Din Djarin, Cobb Vanth,

Relationships: Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth,

Additional Tags: T4T Dincobb,T4t Appalachian Dincobb,Trans Male Character, Trans Din Djarin,Trans Cobb Vanth, Explicit Sexual Content, Gender, So much gender. gender gender gender!, gender euphoria, Gender Dysphoria, Opposite of a slowburn. forest fire., Young Dincobb for flavor, Alternate Universe - 1990s, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Recreational Drug Use, Trans Fic by a Trans Author

Read it here!

[for-a-longlongtime]

Are you fuckin' kiddin' me

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

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

[flightlessangelwings]

Kinktober Day 27- Sensory Deprivation

Din Djarin x fem!reader x Cobb Vanth (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 1.4k

Warnings- smut (18+ only), MMF threesome, fingering, bondage, sub!reader, soft doms Cobb and Din, established relationships

Notes- This is the prompt that I changed my mind on who to write like 4 times and I finally settled on this! Something a little different and unexpected but this was a lot of fun to write! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen​!

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“You sure you’re up for this, sweetheart?” Cobb’s voice was low as he hovered over you.

“Yes,” you breathed as your body felt hot under two men’s gazes.

Cobb glanced next to him at the Mandalorian, who had his fist clenched tightly and you could feel the tension that rolled off of him. “Good,” you couldn’t tell whose voice it was, but either way the single word went right to your core.

When your old flame, Cobb Vanth, approached you with a proposition, you were shocked to say the least, but also very intrigued… Not to mention more turned on than you had ever been in your life. You and Cobb remind close over the years, although over time you heard from each other less and less. So when he came back into your life with a Mandlaorian at his side, you knew you were in for the time of your life.

Yet, you never imagined you’d find yourself in your current position.

The moment you accepted, Mando and Cobb quickly stripped you, laid you down on your cot, and tied your hands above your head and your ankles to the posts by your feet. A rush of heat ran through you as you bared yourself completely for a man who you couldn’t even see the face of. But you trusted Cobb, and Cobb trusted him, therefore you trusted him as well.

Still, you couldn’t deny how attractive you found the Mandalorian, even if you never saw an inch of skin. There was something about him that drew you in, and you were sure Cobb felt the same way from how he was around him.

“I’m gonna cover your eyes now, sweetheart,” Cobb’s voice was low as he gently placed the blindfold over your eyes and secured it tightly, “All good?”

You swallowed hard and nodded as your world suddenly went completely black, “Good,” you whispered.

Cobb then turned to Mando and nodded. Taking the wordless invitation, Mando reached up and removed his helmet, taking in a breath of fresh air as he did so. Mando blinked his eyes a few times as he adjusted to the low light in the room, and his jaw clenched as he took in the unobstructed sight of you, naked and bound on the bed.

“She’s beautiful isn't she?” Cobb purred as he ran his fingertips along your skin.

“Very,” Mando’s voice was low and he caused you to let out a soft, needy whimper.

“He does have a nice voice, doesn’t he, sweetheart?” Cobb asked you as he reached for something else, “I’m going to cover your ears now,” his tone turned more serious, “Show me your signal if you need to stop.”

You tapped the back of the bed three times firmly as another rush of arousal pulsed through you.

“Good girl,” Cobb leaned forward and kissed your forehead gently before he secured the covers on your ears, taking away yet another sense and leaving you even more helpless, “Fuck,” he let out a sigh, “You ready for this, Din?”

Din hummed as he settled himself on one side of you while Cobb sat down on the other. His breath hitched in his throat as his eyes scanned every inch of you, and he mirrored the way Cobb ran his fingers along your body. You let out a gasp and your skin erupted into goosebumps whenever either man touched, and you involuntarily bucked your hips up.

“Fuck…” Din breathed as his eyes trailed up your body before landing on Cobb.

He kept one hand on your stomach as he leaned forward and took Cobb’s lips with his own in a deep kiss. Din’s free hand cupped the back of the other man’s head as their tongues tangled together. Lazily, both men ran the palms of their hands along your torso in a soothing motion before they reached your breasts.

Together, they squeezed your breasts at the same time, and your moan echoed in your head. Unable to even guess the next movement, every touch came as a surprise, and you had never been more turned on in your entire life. Your mouth dropped open to let your cries flow freely as two hands kneaded your breasts, and you moaned even louder when you felt what you guessed was a finger brush along your nipples.

“Wow,” Cobb and Din both sighed at the same time as they broke away to watch you writhe in pleasure. Din’s gaze bore into your figure as he watched your every reaction to his and Cobb’s touches, completely blind to what they would do next.

Din’s cock strained in his pants, but he didn’t want to give in to himself just yet. He shot Cobb a look, and squeezed your breast harder.

“What do you wanna do, Din?” Cobb asked when he felt the Mandalorian’s gaze on him.

“I want to feel her… And you,” his voice was dangerously low, and it made Cobb’s cock twitch in excitement.

“I’d like that,” he purred, “And I think she would too,” Cobb turned to you and tapped your stomach twice to check in.

When you tapped twice in response, letting the men know you were still ok, they brushed their hands down the front of your body towards your core. You let out a whimper as you felt their touches move down, and your pussy clenched in anticipation. Unable to see, or even hear, all you could do was lay there and take what Din and Cobb gave you, and you loved it.

Suddenly, you felt a finger push into your cunt and you let out a loud cry. Your head dropped back as you strained against your binds as the finger pumped in and out of you a few times. Your screams only got louder when you felt a second finger push into you. But the way they seemed uncoordinated and slightly clumsy told you that each man had one finger in you… And you moans loudly when you realized they were fucking you with their fingers at the same time.

“I think she likes that,” Cobb groaned as his cock strained.

“Yeah,” Din breathed, unable to tear his eyes away from your pussy with both his and Cobb’s finger inside it.

“Let’s make her cum together,” Cobb leaned forward and murmured in Din’s ear.

Din let out a sinful groan at the idea, and both men thrust their fingers in and out of you faster. Your hips bucked against them as you screamed in pleasure. Heat quickly rose in your body as they filled you over and over again, their slight incoordination only adding to your pleasure.

It didn’t take long for you to feel your climax quickly build in your body, and you felt hotter by the second. Your body trembled as you inched closer and closer to your peak, and the lack of your other senses only made the sensations of their fingers more intense. After just a few more pumps of the two men’s fingers, you came hard with a loud scream. Unable to hear anything else, you were sure you were extra loud as you rode out your powerful climax on their fingers. 

Din growled as he watched you fall apart, and Cobb felt his skin flush from the show. Both their cocks strained as they felt more and more turned on by the second. They slowed their thrusts as you came down from your high, but neither pulled out of you just yet. It was something entirely new for both of them to feel the other while inside someone else, but it was something they were both instantly addicted to.

“That was…” Din breathed as he leaned in and kissed Cobb deeply. He then leaned forward and nibbled his way along your jaw before he kissed you just as passionately. You moaned into his mouth as you immediately surrendered to Din’s kiss.

Cobb watched with a smile before he too joined Din at your side and peppered soft kisses along your shoulder and side of your face. When Din broke away, Cobb was instantly on your lips and gave you just as heated a kiss.

While his tongue danced with yours, Cobb pulled out one of the covers in your ear and whispered, “Did you like that, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you swallowed hard as you exhaled heavily.

Cobb turned his gaze up to Din as he groaned in your ear, “Good,” he gave Din a wink, “Cause we’re not done with you yet, darling.”

[inkformyblood]

cross my palm with your kiss (DinCobb)

Rated Explicit, lemon, DinCobb bj under the Krayt skeleton plus glove removal that I’m so very proud of, Pining. Canon verse, missing scene

There’s the scent of smoke in the air, the campfires long since banked for the evening by the time Cobb manages to coax Mando away from the huddle of tents and makeshift shelters. It’s easier than he would have thought given the sheer bulk of the other man, forged for his armour just as much as it is made for him, but he comes easily enough when Cobb reaches over and plucks at his wrist, presses his fingers beneath the smooth leather and touches bare skin. He’s warm, Cobb notes idly, a jumpy pulse in the network of thin veins beneath Cobb’s fingers, and he rises from his seat and follows him.

Cobb doesn’t look back, keeps his gaze fixed on the towering behemoth of their destination, trusting that Mando will keep up, knowing that he will. Three moons hang overhead, silent observers, Chenini clustered beneath the bulk of her companions and Cobb thinks about the sweep of Mando’s shoulders, the off-kilter set of his hips, and a quiet watchful gaze beneath his helmet. He knows Mando is pretty, knows it like he knows it’s a fucking miracle he’s lived long enough for his hair to finish turning silver from age rather than from being under some bastard’s boot, but some small selfish part of himself wants to confirm it through touch, through sight, through taste. It wouldn’t happen, couldn’t be anything more than this, and Cobb clears his throat, spits something onto the hungry sand.

Mando steps up beside him, his head already cocked, his free hand hooked over his blaster like a hitching post.

“Don’t believe I got to thank you properly earlier, Mando.” Cobb grins at Mando, chances a guess at where his eyes are likely to be in the murk of his visor and turns. His back hits the exposed rib bone first, the flesh long since stripped away from the Tuskens and, in the morning, it’ll be no different to any other sun-bleached skeleton in the desert and Cobb will be alone once more. “Think I’d like to rectify that now, if you’re amenable.”

It had been a while since Cobb had taken himself into a town larger than his claimed collection of ramshackle huts and tentatively sturdier structures, and longer than that since he’d passed the time with some sweet pretty thing in an alleyway with sand on his knees and his hand curled around his cock. Cobb spreads his stance wider, leaning back against the rib and curls his fingers around his belt. “So? We got an understanding, Mando?”

There’s a heavy silence draped across Mando, seeping from the thin dark lines between metal plates, deliberately pulled across his face like a veil that does nothing more than highlight the expression beneath. Through the sheen of his visor, Cobb fancies he can see Mando’s eyes drop down before returning to Cobb’s face, the impression of something that’ll have to carry him into the uneasy arms of a lonely dawn.

“I can’t remove my helmet.”

Cobb blinks slowly, hears the flick of his lashes in the hush that follows, the quickdraw intake of breath from Mando that’s as loud as a scream. Can’t, not won’t. A choice made and taken away from him or something he’s clinging to with bloodied fingers and fangs and every scarred imprint that would make a man like him? Cobb couldn’t say and wouldn’t begin to try and put words in a mouth he doesn’t even know the shape of.

“You don’t have to, not for me and not for this.” Cobb’s heart doesn’t break anymore, he’s too old, too tired, too bloody for anything to make much purchase on fallow fields but he knows grief like an old friend, the mourning of something that could have been cutting nearly as deep as what did happen. He won’t know Mando’s face, won’t know him anymore than this, but he’ll take whatever scraps he can get. Just needs to keep telling himself that and maybe it’ll stop ringing hollow. “I can close my eyes if you need me to, blindfold me if that’s any better, but I’d like to get my mouth on you at least.”

The night air is cool against Cobb’s skin, ruffling a few strands of his hair free and he starts to raise his hand to push them free of his eyes, a curse already brewing on his lips when Mando steps forward, heavy-footed and eager. When he reaches for Cobb, draws the soft seams of his gloves over Cobb’s forehead and down over his cheek, there’s a rumbling in his vocoder, a sound Cobb knows as a muted internal microphone still transmitting the presence of words, static for static’s sake.

“Going to need an answer, partner,” Cobb mumbles. He turns his face into Mando’s touch, inhales the familiar scent of leather and knows he is already halfway ruined whether he manages to sink to his knees or not. He licks a broad stripe over Mando’s palm, wondering at the contours beneath, kissing the seam just beneath his thumb.

“Yes,” Mando says, his head bowed, the word so fragile that it might fall and shatter if Cobb hadn’t moved first, leaning forwards to kiss the crown of Mando’s helmet. He leaves a mark, a smudge, and the urge burns in his chest to leave something more permanent, to beat his knuckles bloody against Mando’s armour that feels somehow more real than the set Cobb has spent the past decade in. Cobb ignores it, swallows it down as he sinks down, his knees cracking in mournful protest.

Mando starts, makes to hold Cobb’s shoulders — and that touch may just break him, to be held and cherished when it couldn’t last longer than tonight, when all Cobb will have to console him the memory — but Cobb laughs, settling himself on the sand. He doesn’t bother brushing the grains off of his thighs, instead, he rests his back against the curved rib and looks up at Mando through lowered lashes. Behind him, the moons have just crested the low hill, bathing him in a wash of silver light and Cobb isn’t a religious man but he could worship like this.

He grins up at Mando. “Going to let me see what I'm working with here, or do I need to guess first?”

Mando’s hands, normally so even and steady with his weaponry, fumble at his belt, slip over catches he has likely undone thousands of times. There’s a flash of bare skin at his wrist, the same patch that Cobb had touched, and Cobb presses himself backwards, nails digging into the soft fabric layered over his thighs, with the force of his wanting. He won’t be the same after this. He doesn’t want to be.

“Could you—?” Mando holds his hands out, palms up, fingers curled. Cobb blinks up at him in mute confusion, his brow furrowing. “Please. I can’t undo the fastening with my gloves on.”

Oh.

Oh.

Cobb rocks forward, barely restraining himself from falling on the morsel of contact like a starving animal, intent on devouring bone and muscle and flesh. He reaches for Mando’s hands and curls his fingers through his, squeezing them tight. Mando answers in kind, his thumbs sweeping over the harsh jut of Cobb’s knuckles, before Cobb continues to the base of his wrists. Mando’s gloves are heavy-leather, made for him in a way that rich people pay out of the nose for and people like Cobb can only dream of. Necessity means they take what they can get in whatever shape they can get it.

“Both off or just the one?” Cobb asks, chancing a glance up at Mando from beneath his lashes.

He’s beautiful like this, cast in shadow and burnished at the edges as if he’s been carved into a scrimshaw. Mando tips his head to one side and Cobb wants to know what he’s thinking, he wants to know everything. Cobb blunts the thought in an instant, catches his tongue between his teeth and bites down until aches in sharp relief to the slow creeping agony in his knees.

“Both,” Mando says and Cobb doesn’t think about the line of devotion and sacrilege Mando walks along. He doesn’t hope about which side he will fall on.

Cobb draws the right glove free, fingers ghosting over warm skin, the cluster of veins over the meat of his palm forming tributaries and he ducks his head to kiss the furl of Mando’s palm. Mando twitches, a gasp stuttering into static, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he curls his fingers into the scratch of Cobb’s beard, patchy just beneath his chin, the movement so slight that, for a moment, Cobb thinks it might just have been a consequence of being alive. But then Mando touches him again, flattens fingertips against the hollow of his throat, the edge of his jaw, and Cobb sighs. He pulls the second glove off, unseen.

Cobb could stay like this, kneeling, until the moons fell from the sky and the desert swallowed them both, but his bones would protest so he tears himself away, leaning forward to tuck Mando’s gloves through his belt. Mando’s hands remain still, a dull protrusion against the line of Cobb’s throat, and he swallows deliberately to feel the heft of them. It’s heady, like he’s still wet behind the ears and drunk off of the smell of shine brewed in a defunct speeder engine, something that Cobb could grow to get used to.

Mando reaches for his belt with his free hand, his hips offset to his own touch, and Cobb blinks, watching, waiting. The desert is still around them, sand rustling over the heaping dunes and settling in for the night. Clouds blur across the edge of the horizon, flirting with a rain that would never fall, and Cobb breathes in, holding the bite in the warm wet hollows of his cheeks. Amongst a fumble of metal and sweat-soaked fabric, Mando shoves his hand into his trousers and hisses something Cobb doesn’t understand. It’s guttural, tasting like a spray of copper across his tongue, and Cobb freezes like he’s caught in a predator’s gaze, his heartbeat too loud in his ears and offset to the thumping in his chest.

Again, gentler somehow, Mando speaks in the same language, drawing out the words like he’s twisting wire. It doesn’t feel like something Cobb needs to respond to, an observer poised in a slice of lightning-strike glass, but he’s never been the best about keeping his boots out of things that folks deem none of his business.

“You good, Mando?”

Mando nods, the lip of his helmet tapping against his breastplate, and his hand leaves Cobb’s throat. He presses it to the slight curve of his plackart, keeping the rough bunch of fabric beneath everything still, and Cobb leans forward, transfixed. The Krayt’s skeleton could crumble around them and he wouldn’t shift, couldn’t now with knees held together with stubbornness and some cream that Doc swears by and hands out from everything from a cold to a new baby. All Cobb knows is it smells the right kind of sharp, catches him in the soft palate, and it fucking works.

All he can see is Mando, the demarcation at his wrists, the narrow vee at his hips. There’s a flash of curls above Mando’s cock, dark and tangled close to his skin, and the inch or so of skin Cobb can make beneath the seams of his flight suit is paler than his hands and the knowing of it settles heavy in his chest. Mando’s hands twitch, his fingers curling like he’s thinking twice about reaching out, the set of his helmet lending itself closer to uncertainty than regret and Cobb could fall in love with him all over again.

“Can put your hand here.” Cobb taps his shoulder, then tucks his bandana beneath the neckline of his shirt, smoothing the fabric as flat as he can. “Or you can pull my hair. I ain’t a picky date, but don’t touch the back of my neck.”

Cobb delivers the statement the same he would to a spice trader, as serious as the huddled sanctity at the cantina counter and with just enough teeth to make denial an option. But Mando nods, picks his way half a step closer before he sets his stance wider. Sand crunches beneath his boots, a thin line setting up shop in the crease just beneath his buckle, and it’ll be a bitch to remove later, in the quiet after.

“You’re sure?”

Cobb, in lieu of an answer, leans forward.

It takes a moment, a stuttering instance of hesitation as old instincts, burrowed in the hinge of his jaw, press against his nerves. His teeth aren’t as sharp as they had once been, several habits left to grow fallow in the same sand that forged them, but he could still do a hefty amount of damage, so Cobb flattens his tongue against Mando’s cock, licks over the ridge just beneath the head and tastes salt, bright and clear.

Above him, Mando groans, tumbles off the edge of a curse and catches himself on Cobb’s shoulder, his other hand curling through the closely shorn hair just above Cobb’s ear. His touch is warm, nearly burning, and Cobb is willing to let it. There’s a bluntness to Mando’s fingertips as he tugs on Cobb’s hair, not trying to steer him but simply holding on and Cobb hums, settling into an easy enough rhythm. He’s aged from the young scrap of a thing that could dive in haphazard, full-cocked and raring to go and letting the credits fall where they may. He wants to savour this, to imprint the uneven clutch of Mando’s hand in his hair. The counterpart, still resolute on Cobb’s shoulder doesn't stray, doesn’t flirt with the stark line Cobb had drawn that begins at the sharp edge of his collarbone and wraps around to the nape of his skull, and Cobb can still feel the dull press of his fingers through the thin fabric of his shirt. There’s a thought, somewhere in the jumbled speeder crash of his mind, about tugging the neck of his shirt to one side and letting Mando burn his fingertips into the harsh jut of his collarbone and feel his touch against skin, but Cobb swallows and lets himself be held.

“Can I? Please, Cobb.” Mando pants, begs, already almost undone, and something sharp and burning coils in Cobb’s belly at the thought of it. If it had been a handful of years for him, time taken with responsibilities and injuries and just plain unable to be bothered when he could fuck his fist while he’s stretched out over his sofa and there’s nothing better to do, how long had it been for Mando, a man cast adrift in a galaxy that doesn’t look too fondly upon him for anything other than a tool to get a job done?

Cobb draws back, just enough. “Go ahead, sugar, since you asked me so nicely.”

Mando’s hand moves from the side of Cobb’s head, carefully, so carefully despite the need setting his hands trembling, the desperation that tears itself a fresh wound on every gasping breath that falls from him, to cup the back of his head. There isn’t just bone behind him anymore, there’s Mando too, rough skin forged into a weapon and made to hold Cobb just so.

Cobb catches himself on a whine, tears his bleeding heart open anew, and holds still for the steady roll of Mando’s hips. The edges of his flight suit brush against Cobb’s chin, rough in sharp contrast to the gentle cradle of his hands, the scent of him dull and tinged with the sharp acid scent of the Krayt’s stomach. He hadn’t washed, not baptised himself in the rainwater stored and held underground or pulled from the aching clutch of the desert through the hulking shells of the vapouraters, instead merely running a sonic over the worst of it, huddled in the privacy a borrowed tent would allow. Cobb had sat outside the tent flap for him, a nip of something already cradled in his hand, his thoughts tumbling alongside the hum of the sonic.

Salt on his lips, a hand cupping his skull, three moons overhead.

If he’d been patchworked into something more of a religious man, Cobb could consider this a wedding night.

Mando had killed a Krayt for him. Cobb had given him armour. He could do far worse and not likely to find any better.

“Fuck,” Mando pants, his breath caught in a rising hiss of static, short and sharp. His hips still, a trembling cascade of effort, the muscles in his thighs drawn tight, before he slides his hand down Cobb’s shoulder, curving forwards with the movement. “Can you stand? Please, I’d like to—“

There’s an urgency about him Cobb hadn’t seen before, not on Mando, not like this. The line of his helmet whispers at the wide-eyes craving beneath, and the desperate clutch of his fingers, bare fingers, warm despite the desert’s chill. He stands, bracing himself against Mando, his knees cracking like a blaster shot. He pauses, hooking his chin over Mando’s shoulder as the man crowds him close like he’s trying to climb inside the hollow of Cobb’s chest.

“Easy now, baby,” Cobb croons, huffing out a breath that fogs against Mando’s shoulder. He turns his gaze away from the distant glow of campfires and celebration back to Mando, pressing another kiss over the curve of his helmet and watches the imprint fade. Working a hand between them, Cobb fumbles with his buckles for a moment, drawing himself free and taking them both in hand.

“This what you were angling for?”

Mando nods and leans forward to press his forehead against Cobb’s. This close, Cobb can make out the gentle shape of his eyes, dark and made darker by the tint of the visor, carrying the weight of every misery in the world and utterly beautiful. Cobb barely registers the sigh, the warmth covering his hand or his own release that hits him like a blow, because there’s something he knows , something broken open and offered up to him.

In the morning, there would be farewells, there would be the bitter scent of goodbyes and Cobb would watch Mando’s form grow smaller and smaller until he was swallowed up the desert. But now, he can raise his hand to mouth and lick over the rough surface of his palm and taste salt.

[allowaykirk]

New Fic ✨

In the wreckage of the Battle for Mos Espa, Din grapples with a maelstrom of emotions over costing Cobb his life. There was more he should have said back there at the cantina. Back when he had broken apart, and Cobb had held him through it.

Meanwhile, Cobb thinks he’s in a romantic comedy.

Spoiler-y memes beneath the cut:

[thesolarangel]

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