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Kinktober 2023 - Day 13 (Din Djarin, Boba Fett, Cobb Vanth)

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Kinktober 2023 - Day 13: Wrist Restraints/Triple Penetration

Din Djarin x f! reader x Boba Fett x Cobb Vanth

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: After the events of The Book of Boba Fett, you get railed by Din Djarin, Boba Fett, and Cobb Vanth.

Warnings: Triple penetration, foursome, orgy, anal (f receiving), p in v unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), reader is pregnant but it's not an aspect of the sexual content, it's just because I'm incapable of writing pwp apparently, poly dynamics, mando'a, making up rules about bacta, din djarin removes the helmet, boba has a big ass bed, mild bondage, din and reader are dar'manda, din reader and boba speak mando'a, Grogu is with fennec or something ok lol

Prompts from this list by @absurdthirst.

title means "we share all," more mando'a translations at the end

also on ao3

“Fett,” Din beckons. He has you lying in his lap, pillow propped under your head. Vanth is already between your legs at the end of the bed, your knees over his shoulders.

Boba settles himself over you, legs spread wide to fit you and Din between them. It puts his cock right in line with your mouth.

Din reaches out and gives Boba a few firm strokes, turning your head toward himself with one hand.

“You still doing okay? Ready for more?” he says.

You nod and whine until he lets go so you can open your mouth, and releases Boba’s cock so the older man can slide it between your lips.

If this was their idea of easing you into it, you’d perhaps underestimated the proposition.

It started nearly two weeks ago when they had returned after the victory at Mos Espa. It wasn’t the first time Din had shared you with Boba. It wasn’t the second or tenth time, either. But that night had been its own kind of first, too.

You weren’t used to being left behind. Being the one waiting, flinching at every door sliding open, not even daring to hope. Taking on the goddamn Pyke syndicate with less men and less ammunition than ever before. A fool’s battle.

They hadn’t asked it of you, but you knew they wanted to. Whispering between themselves, avoiding your gaze.

You had been in a bath, resting your aching hips. Having broken your fifth month, your belly was just starting to peak out of the water, suds clinging to your damp skin. You had brought up the impending standoff, and Din had tried to leave the room, muttering something about needing to check in with Fennec.

“Never took you for a hut’uun,” you had finally snapped.

He had jerked to a stop as if he had taken a missile to the beskar. He turned, slowly, on his heel, and you immediately felt wretched.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

“Yes, you did.” He said.

You didn’t need the helmet off to hear the hurt in his voice. “No, that was too harsh. I’m sorry.”

He sat down on the side of the stone basin. “We were going to bring it up after dinner.”

“I should have been included in the discussion from the start.”

“I’m sorry, cyare. Fett is—”

“Boba can apologize to me himself,” you said, shaking your head. “But we all know how this conversation is going to end.”

“We would never—”

“I know.” And you did. Your lovers, born of battle themselves, would never ask you to stand down from a fight when your aliit was on the line. “I’m sorry I won’t be by your side.”

He helped you out of the tub. You didn’t want to admit it, because you would have chosen to stay out of harm’s way anyway, but the pregnancy was affecting your body far more than you had expected. You weren’t sure you could fight, anymore. Not fast enough, anyway.

The night they returned, bloodied but alive, was a wild thing. Just as it had started between the three of you. In the aftermath of a fight, still tightly wound and ready to spring. Fucking and biting and grinding until you were drained.

“Look at our girl, Din,” Boba had taunted while they split you in two. “A shame we can’t fill that pretty mouth, too.”

You had cum at the thought alone.

But you were all so high off adrenaline and your orgasms that it had slipped your mind. When Boba sat down for breakfast a week later and said, “I have an idea for how we can repay the good marshal,” you didn’t suspect a thing.

Vanth had come out of the bacta tank the day before. He needed time to recover and had accepted Boba’s offer to stay in one of the many vacant suites in the palace.

“Six camtonos of credits wasn’t enough?” you asked, sipping at your tea.

“Well, it’s for more than just Vanth.”

He and Din exchanged a look across the table through their helmets.

“Fine, don’t tell me,” you said, dropping your fork with a little more force than necessary and pushing away from the table.

“Alor’ika, wait,” Boba said, but you stomped off to sulk in your room.

You knew you were being silly and childish. It didn’t stop you from ignoring Din when he entered your shared bedroom and lay beside you.

He slipped an arm around your waist, anyway, and noticed your fist clenched the pendant against your chest, leather cord spilling from the side.

The Mythosaur. He should have known.

“You are no less of a Mandalorian than I am,” he said for the thousandth time.

“It’s not the same. I can’t put it back on.”

The last few months had been hard on your body. You had been constantly ill, not able to hold down solid food, and vomiting no matter what treatments you tried. The medic had said it wasn’t unheard of, and told you to come back if it didn’t pass.

It had, eventually. You had been feeling more like yourself for a few weeks now, but—no. Not yourself at all.

Like you’d never be yourself again.

Not when half of your identity was locked in the trunk in the corner of the room.

“How can you be okay with an aruetii raising your baby?”

“Hey, it could be Fett’s,” he said. It usually made you laugh, but this time, you just lay quietly.

“What if it is?” you whispered.

From the beginning, they said they didn’t care whose seed had taken hold in your womb, that you would all care for each other. It was normal for Mandalorian children to grow up in a tight-knit community, anyway. This is the Way.

It was that easy.

But since you had removed your helmet, that tether felt frayed.

“We are both dar’manda,” he reminded you quietly. “It doesn’t matter how long it takes, but we will find our redemption.” He laced his fingers through yours, wound together by the necklace.

(Boba found the whole thing ridiculous. When you were first upset after taking it off, he had been angry. “Certainly, that rule might have worked when you could hide away in your home on Mandalore,” he said, pacing. “It’s an impossible standard now.” But you knew he would never understand.)

“We didn’t mean to make you feel left out. I… had a thought, last night, and he took it upon himself to see if it was feasible.”

You rolled over to face him. “What thought?”

“Well, cyare, I thought maybe we had a solution to get you what you wanted. To let you be as full as possible. There aren’t many people in this galaxy that Fett or I would trust with you.”

“Vanth,” you said with a sharp breath.

Sometimes, you were thankful for the hormones. It made it easier to wipe your tears and move forward when you were very easily distracted by sex.

Like now.

“You want us to have our way with you, little one?” Boba asks as he fucks your face. “See if we can finally wear out our needy whore?”

You moan around his cock, barely any sound escaping for how taut your lips were around him. You tried to reach up to grab his thighs and pull him deeper into your mouth. You’d have done it yourself, but Din’s strong arms were holding you down while he toyed with your nipples.

“Ah, no,” Din stops to pull your arms down. “You said you wanted us to use you. You begged, not more than an hour ago, to ‘do whatever we wanted’ with you. Have you changed your mind?”

You pull off Boba’s cock, crying, “No, please.” You don't get to finish, as Boba pulls you back onto him.

“I don’t know if she can control herself,” he says to Din, shaking his head.

“I don’t think so either.”

“If she’s this desperate already, we may need to tie her down.”

Between the way Vanth was working you over with his fingers and tongue and the humiliation of being talked about like you weren’t even there, you come undone. Vanth groans as you squeeze your legs, trapping him at your cunt.

Boba moans his praise as your throat tightens around his cock. When you settle, he pulls out, a thick strand of saliva following his cock and dragging on your tits.

Din gathers it with his fingers and uses it to wet your nipples, tugging them until you cry out. With Vanth still gently licking at you, it's too much, and you squirm to get away.

“That’s your last strike, alor’ika,” Boba warns. “Would you like us to tie you down so you don’t have to try so hard?”

You nod. Though you were enjoying being held down by Din—his sure grasp always made you feel safe—you also knew he wouldn’t be sitting there all night.

Not that you knew what their plans were. You had easily agreed to their proposal, and they knew all your regular limits. Their offer to Vanth had been blunt and simple as well.

“Our girl here likes to get fucked,” Boba had said after Din had started to ask more delicately. “We want to fulfill her wish of being filled, but we don’t have enough cocks between us.”

Later, Vanth had cornered you alone in a passage. “You okay, with the things they said about you back there?”

It had been mortifying to tell him yes, and you were more than okay with the way they said them, too.

He had looked impressed for a moment and finally allowed himself to look you up and down. “I’d be more than happy to join, but I don’t take what isn’t given freely.”

“I don’t give what I can’t stand to lose,” you said. For good measure, you gave him a kiss on the cheek, patted your hand against it, and slipped away into another hall.

(It was strange to think that the only person in the room you hadn’t kissed was Din. Between Boba’s slow, firm lips and Cobb’s scruff, you thought maybe you could imagine it.)

Din pulls you by the underarms to sit in front of him, stealing you away from Cobb’s eager mouth.

“Hey, I wasn’t finished,” he says, sitting back on his heels.

“Yeah, you were,” Din says. “Mine next.” He pulls your arms behind your back and holds tight while Boba secures your wrists together with the rope. He pushes you forward, bent over, so he can slide out from behind you.

He rolls you onto your side and pulls you down closer to the edge of the bed. You feel Boba’s broad, bare chest against your back. They had spent plenty of time working you open with a frankly overwhelming amount of fingers and mouths, so when he lines his cock up at your asshole and pushes, your body welcomes him in.

This part you know well enough. He makes himself at home inside you and then holds infuriatingly still once there is no more to give. Din kneels on the bed, one of your legs around his waist and the other held open by Boba’s knee.

He takes his time tormenting your already sensitive cunt, sinking into you slowly with a hand on Boba’s leg. Meanwhile, Boba lifts your head and shoulders a little, helpless as you are to help arrange yourself, and holds you there while Vanth arranges himself.

“You’re not going to be able to lift yourself off his cock, cyare, so you tap Fett if you need help,” Din says.

True to his words, when Boba gently let you down, you had nowhere to go but onto Vanth’s cock. He wasn’t quite as thick as Din or as long as Boba, but it was still a decent prick. It bumped the back of your throat, and you gag a little.

“Grab her hair, you’ll have to help her,” Boba tells Vanth, who hesitates. “She likes it,” Boba says.

You try to reassure him, nodding fractionally and moaning a very muffled “uh-huh.”

Vanth grabs a handful of your hair and tests it out, which Din takes as an invitation to start fucking you in earnest.

If you thought you’d been thoroughly fucked before, you were wrong.

Vanth uses your throat like a cocksleeve, gentle but relentless, his taste heady on your tongue. Boba fills you near-constantly, preferring smaller thrusts focused deep rather than pulling back. And Din. Din never failed to take you apart; his honed focus and practiced hands zeroing in on the most sensitive parts of you. He made optimal use of his available equipment in any situation, and fucking was no exception.

He and Boba fall into a familiar rhythm, only slightly thrown off by Vanth, but it's dizzying. There isn’t a second when you aren’t being caressed or used or praised.

It's overwhelming in the best and worst ways. All you can taste, smell, and feel is flesh and musk. The air is humid, heavy with sweat, and the sheets cloistering. The press of their bodies holds you tethered to the world, pulling you down when the pleasure threatened to steal all the thoughts away in the current.

Din’s persistent fingers on your clit bring you tumbling into the haze, vision blanking. Vanth moans, holding you in place as you shake. Din’s fingers scrabble for more, working you past the threshold to rip more intense pleasure from you as you clamp down on his cock.

And Boba holds you tight against his chest, murmuring to you, voice like a beacon in a storm. “So good, alor’ika. Shh, that’s it, just take it, we’ve got you.”

Din takes mercy on you after the second orgasm wanes, and removes his fingers from your clit, bringing them up for Boba to taste. You almost hate being trapped on Vanth’s cock for a second, wishing you could watch him suck your juices from Din’s bare hand.

“Sweet as always,” Boba hums, pressing a kiss to Din’s fingers before letting him go.

Vanth is the first to fall. He gives you a warning, looking to Boba for help to move you.

“You can cum in her mouth,” Boba says. “She wants you to.”

“Is that true, darlin’?” Cobb says, tugging you up a little.

You try to cry “please” around his cock but settle for giving him a thumbs-up behind your back. Your arms are crushed against Boba, so he had to pass the message on.

“Well, if that’s what the lady wants,” Vanth says. He picks up the pace a little, and you focus on him,

He doesn't force it down your throat, content to let you swallow around him, trying not to let any of his thick, salty cum escape. It dribbles out around your lips, but he doesn't seem to mind at all. Fortunately, when he softens enough, he is able to adjust your head to lay in his lap instead of trying to extract himself.

Vanth leans against the headboard, wiping sweat from his eyes. He thanks you sweetly, brushing his hand through your hair. You press a kiss to his thigh and content yourself to be taken apart by your lovers.

Din doesn't last long after, but he refuses to let go unless you cum with him, so he picks back up his attentions to your clit. You thrash in Boba’s arms, and he tightens his grip so he won’t slide out.

“Udesii, alor’ika,” he says, pressing his lips to your neck. “Give it to him.”

When you hit your peak, the blood rushes to your head, everything tightening, and their voices lost to the waves. You come to only a few seconds later, with Din still pulsing inside your cunt and his shaky hand on your cheek.

“Stay with us for just a little longer,” Din says. “Gotta give us one more, okay, cyare? Just one more, and we’ll let you rest.”

He pulls out, watching his cum leak out of you for a moment, before pushing it back in with his thick fingers and resuming rubbing a softer but demanding circle around your clit.

“You don’t have long,” he warns Boba, feeling the way your swollen bud throbs angrily under his thumb.

“Don’t need long,” Boba grunts, giving you a few harder thrusts. “Now,” he commands Din.

“Sorry, cyare,” Din lies a little. He does feel bad knowing how tired you are. But it doesn't stop him from pinching your clit between his thumb and forefinger and tugging gently.

You aren’t aware of Boba’s cock twitching inside you, filling you. You aren’t aware of how Vanth’s fingers tighten in your hair for a moment. Can’t feel Din’s fingers release you, can’t hear yourself scream.

When the world stops flashing vibrant strobes behind the darkness, you become aware first of the cool Tatooine night breeze across your bare arm, tickling across its path. The sheet is draped across you, and there’s no idle stickiness, so they must have cleaned you up. When you force open your sleep-heavy eyes, weariness and a pleasant ache deep in your bones, you see Boba and Vanth in conversation over glasses of deep brown liquor.

The fresher is running. Vanth’s hair is wet and slicked back; they must have insisted he go first.

You sit up, sheet pooling at your waist. Boba, already facing you, looks up at the first sign of movement.

“Did you have a good nap, alor’ika?” he teases. “How do you feel?”

“Fucking fantastic,” you assure, aware of how the worry lingered deep in him.

“Spoiled brat,” he says, shaking his head and taking a drink from his glass.

Vanth comes over to sit on the edge of the bed. “I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?”

“Not at all,” you reach out to hold his hand. “Thank you.”

“Thank me? I should be thanking you. Between the repairs and your company, I’m in debt to you all for the rest of my life.”

“Consider us even,” Din says. He closes the fresher door behind him, dressed in a clean linen tunic and loose pants. His arms and feet are bare, and droplets of water cling to his neck.

“If you say so, partner,” Vanth says. He gives your hand a squeeze and stands up. “I was just waitin’ for you to wake up, honey. Didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.”

“Thank you, Cobb,” you say with a soft smile.

“D’you mind if I have a kiss for the road?”

You lean up to meet him, his lips pressing firm but chaste against yours. He kisses your forehead before pulling away.

“I’ll walk with you,” Din says.

“Don’t be a stranger, now,” Vanth says to you and Boba, and the pair leave the room.

Your face falls, skin prickling. Boba is up in an instant, sitting beside you and pulling you to him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. I just feel… sad.”

“Rough come down, little one?” He rubs a hand in circles on your back. “That was quite intense.”

You climb into his lap, snuggling up against his chest, and he holds you tight while you let the feelings wash over you, breathing through them.

The door slides open to allow Din and his large tray of food back into the room. He brings it over and sets it on the mattress.

“Eat, and we can go to sleep, or have a bath,” Boba says, reaching around you to help himself to the small feast Din had delivered. It looked like overkill, but you knew it would be picked clean. They always had an appetite after fucking, and your stomach was growling, too.

Plus, now that you could eat, you were trying to get as much strength recovered as possible. You’d need it, in the days ahead.

As you pick through fruit, you realize something is missing. “Cyare, you forgot a plate,” you say to Din. “Did you eat in the kitchens?”

Boba looks up, and something prickles up your spine.

Din sits very still on the chair he had pulled up to the end of the bed.

Your chest is tight, every alarm in your body blaring.

When he moves, your brain doesn’t process it right away. Doesn't realize what the motions mean until the helmet is lifting off the top of his head, soft fluffs of hair not quite resettling.

You can’t breathe.

You hadn’t seen him, that night on Gideon’s ship. You had turned away, closed your eyes, even though it meant missing Grogu’s departure.

And apparently, his warm brown eyes and the way they crinkled at the corners. His disheveled hair, the salt and pepper of his mustache and beard, and his lips, turned down at the corners.

You can’t breathe, so you close your eyes.

He moves the tray off the bed and climbs onto it, kneeling in front of you and cupping your face in his hands. “Cyare, please.”

“Wh-why?” It comes out between shaky breaths. You aren’t sure if you are going to hyperventilate or cry. Or both.

“I told you, cyare. We are in this together. And I’m going to put it back on, and I hope someday you can, too. But I want you to know me. What’s the point of having taken it off at all if you don’t know me?”

The answer is cry, apparently. You open your eyes, letting the tears slip free, and look up at him. A shaky sob works its way out, and you reach to pull him close.

“Now you’ll have something handsome to look at,” Boba teases, “and not just an old man or your own reflection.”

“Don’t say that,” you smack a hand against his chest. “You’re very handsome.”

“Yes, very distinguished,” Din teases.

Boba reaches up and flicks him in the nose, breaking into a laugh when Din fails to move away, unused to needing to protect his face.

You laugh, too, and Din turns his pout on you.

“You think that’s funny, cyare?” he says, a playful lilt in his voice.

And in his smile.

It clenches at your chest, and you can’t take it anymore. You sit up and kiss him, the meal and bath long forgotten.

Mando'a (in order of use): hut'uun - coward but incredibly offensive to a Mandalorian cyare - beloved aliit - family alor'ika - princess, essentially aruetii - an outsider, a non-Mandalorian dar'manda - the state of no longer being Mandalorian udesii - quiet

I sat down to write this and SWORE I could just write pwp this time. "You don't need a plot. You don't need feelings. It's an orgy." And here we are.

I couldn't resist the punny title, but also the working title was "from the desert cums a stranger," so this is infinitely better.

[masterjedilenawrites]

Darling

But then you felt him move beside you; not away, but closer. Hope overshadowed doubt and you lifted your eyes...

Cobb Vanth x fem!virgin!reader | 3.3k words

Content: spice [18+ only], virginity, kissing, caressing/fondling, soft and slow, PIV, water, verbal consent, friends to lovers

From this request about reader asking their best friend to be their first. Start there for context or check out other character options.

[18+ only below the cut, please and thank you]

As Cobb's warm gaze met yours, looking down at you with so much care, and perhaps just a little bit of amusement, you swallowed down the last of your misgivings. You'd said it yourself; you trusted Cobb. Of course he wouldn't reject you or think less of you or in any other way make this awkward.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low but earnest. "Is that really something you want?"

You nodded your head, at a sudden loss for words.

"With me?" he pressed, scooting even closer, as if he needed to see the truth in the whites of your eyes.

"O-only if you want to," you stammered out. "I don't want you to feel pressured, or, or, uncomfortable..."

He cut you off by taking hold of your hands. His were wrapped in fingerless gloves. The coarse texture of the gloves pressed into your hands, giving an odd sense of comfort, while the coolness of the skin from the tips of his fingers sent a jolt of nerves through you as they lightly rested by your wrists.

"I feel honored," he said with a small smile. "I had no idea you were still a virgin. And knowing that now, I want make sure your first time is spent with someone who truly cares about you. You deserve that."

He let go of one of your hands to bring his up to your face, cupping the side of it and rubbing a gentle line across your cheek with his thumb. Your heart seemed to grow more forceful against your chest with each thump. Was this really happening?

"Are you ready now, or did you want some time to..." he started to say, but you quickly shook your head.

"No, I don't want to wait any more."

Cobb's face broke into a grin as he chuckled. "Ah, that's right, you're tired of waiting. Of course."

You couldn't help but join in the laughter and it helped settle some of your nerves.

"Okay, we'll take it slow," he said, already starting to lean in closer. "Anything you don't want to do, anything that doesn't feel good, you let me know, okay?"

You nodded.

"Out loud," he said softly with a smile. He'd stopped moving and was still looking at you for an answer.

You swallowed the last of your nerves and gave him verbal assurance. "Okay."

He smirked, satisfied, and then closed the gap between your faces. His lips were so incredibly gentle on yours, pressing just enough to be felt but not demanding more. The whiskers of his beard tickled your chin. He lingered for a moment and then pulled away.

"Was that your first kiss, too?" he asked, his warm breath fanning against your lips as he spoke.

Your eyes fluttered open; you didn't even remember closing them, too focused on what it felt like to have him kiss you.

"Yes," you breathed, closing your eyes in anticipation of the next kiss. If you'd kept them open, you would've seen the small, proud smirk Cobb wore right before he kissed you again.

The second press of his lips was a little firmer, and his hand came up to cup around your jaw and hold you in place. After a few suckling movements between you, he took advantage of your opening mouth to slip in his tongue. The sensation took you by surprise at first, and then quickly became so exciting and pleasurable that you let out a little moan.

Cobb chuckled and withdrew, still holding your jaw. You were flushed, both from the heat of the moment and your embarrassing noise. Though Cobb was certainly more amused by it than you.

"Having fun?" he breathed out a laugh.

You could only look up at him sheepishly. All the confidence you'd had earlier as you asked him for this had vanished somewhere in between his kisses.

"Here, why don't you lay down. Get more comfortable." He quickly tried to move you past your shyness and patted the dock behind you. It didn't look comfortable, but you trusted his guidance and shifted to lie down. It actually felt nice to stretch out your back; you hadn't realized how strained your muscles had become from the day's more harrowing moments.

"Comfortable?" Cobb asked as he stretched out next to you, leaning over your frame just enough to be able to reach for the next round of kisses.

You nodded. But he didn't immediately kiss you. He ran a hand up and down your side, over your clothing. Never groping or playing, just exploring. He looked at you again.

"Is this okay?"

You nodded again, and just in the knick of time remembered your were supposed to voice your consent aloud. "Yes."

Then he leaned in, and for a while that's all you did. Make out and caress. It didn't take long for your own hands to start roaming across his body as well. It was a nice moment, but after a while it felt too safe. Too slow.

"Cobb..." you managed to get out. He only hummed and moved his lips toward your jaw. "You do remember I was hoping to get to more than second base, right?"

He laughed, louder than his previous breathy chuckles. You could never be upset with him like this. He always had such a good humor about things. If you weren't careful, you'd start yearning for something more within this experience.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he said as he pulled away to get a proper look at you. He tenderly brushed some hair off of your neck. "I'm trying to work you up to that. Part of the fun is getting there."

You weren't sure what look you were holding on your face that caused him to laugh again. He dipped down to give you a few quick pecks and then starting sitting up.

"Come on."

He held out his hands. You took them hesitantly and he helped hoist you to your feet alongside him. Then he brought his fingertips to brush along your collarbone, just above the shirt you wore.

"May I?" he asked, his voice returning into something low and sultry. You weren't sure what, exactly, he was asking. He hummed. "Me first, then."

He took your hands and moved them toward the hem of his shirt. Now you were catching on. Your breath hitched as you took hold of the fabric and started to lift it over his head. This was not the first time you'd seen your friend topless. He often took quick dips in the public pool or hosed himself off in the showers after a long day's work. Sometimes you'd join him, keeping your own top on. But those moments had been purely practical, a way to cleanse off sweat and grime and nothing more. Now you were seeing him bared before you in a different way. It sent chills down your spine.

You hesitantly reached out to touch him, to smooth your palms along the expanse of his chest. He leaned down and gave you another kiss in response.

You quickly took the lead in getting the rest of his clothes off. One by one, you discarded each item onto the deck below. His gloves, his boots, his pants... You hesitated with the last item, having noticed a very prominent bulge against the fabric and suddenly feeling all excited and nervous again.

"Allow me," he said, taking over and sliding the briefs down past his thighs and kicking them off his ankles. There he was... fully, completely, and unabashedly exposed in front of you. The moonlight was bouncing off the water behind him and creating a sort of glow around his slender frame. His hips were so narrow. That was a detail you'd picked out a long time ago. And now without any belts or clothing to obscure it, he looked leaner than ever. A trail of silver fuzz led down his navel to the sight demanding your attention. He wasn't fully hard yet, but there was enough to give you an idea what you'd be dealing with. The only thing you could think at first was that he was a man.

And then you found yourself fighting against the urge to look away. The reminder that this was your friend was a powerful one, one you didn't quite know how to handle just yet. You'd asked him for this. He'd consented. It was okay. And yet, you still feared you had no right to see him like this. 

Cobb stepped forward, bringing your confusing feelings back into focus.

"Are you ready for your turn?" he asked, gently laying his now bare hands on your upper arms.

"Yes," you decided.

While you hadn't exactly rushed to undress him, you also hadn't taken as much time as he was now in undressing you. He slowly slid your shirt up your torso, and as soon as it cleared your head, he was caressing and kissing some of the newly exposed skin along your stomach and arms. Then he crouched to do the same with your shoes and pants, taking his time in getting each article off, and then taking some more time to run his hands along your thighs and to kiss along the insides of your knees. The whole thing was very exhilarating, and you were starting to see what he meant by working you up to greater things. There was a warmth in your gut, a wetness starting pool in your panties. Even in your limited knowledge of such things, you knew they were signs of your body preparing for more.

He took off your panties next, while he was still kneeling, but did not spend time kissing that area. He'd come back to that later. He stood and worked on the last piece left on you, your bra. This is where he ended up spending the most time. Each strap slid off one at a time and his mouth descended on the sensitive skin along your collarbone after each one. Then he unhooked the back and let the thing fall unceremoniously. For the first time, you could see his eyes filled with something other than care for your wellbeing. He was lusting after you.

"You really are beautiful, you know," he whispered.

You could tell he was holding himself back. He may have been doing this for you, but who were you to deny him some pleasure for himself?

"Please," you whispered back. "Keep touching me."

With permission he dove in, cupping your breasts and kissing and licking all around them. He was much more hurried now, and after lavishing your chest for a minute he found his way back up to your lips and kissed you harder than he had before.

You moaned into the kiss and he took the opportunity to tilt his head and deepen it. You brought your arms up around his neck and carded your fingers through his hair. He pressed his body to yours, his hands grabbing the supple flesh of your ass. There was a moan, but you couldn't tell if it was yours or his. And there was the unmistakable shape of his ever-growing cock twitching along your lower stomach.

Cobb's kisses moved from your mouth to behind your ear and down your neck. His grip on your body loosened slightly to give him room to bend down. You found you couldn't moan anymore, only gasp at each electric sensation that scattered across your skin.

Suddenly, Cobb's hands grasped at the backs of your thighs and you found yourself being hoisted upward. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips - those deliciously narrow hips that felt perfect within your hold. The folds of your cunt were now resting along his length and you gasped again.

Cobb started walking down the dock, kissing your shoulder a few times while trying to watch where he was going. You bounced a little as his hips shifted back and forth from the walk and you couldn't help but lean into the movements. He was rubbing against you in just the right way to start making you feel the very thing you'd been after.

"That's it, sweetheart," he husked in your ear, reaching the end of the dock and turning to walk down the bank, back toward the water. "Make yourself feel good."

As you continued to buck against him, he carefully waded into the water. You could feel yourself becoming more weightless as he carried you further in. Eventually you were both up to your shoulders, but still clinging to each other. Once you'd adjusted to the change, your lips found each others' again.

You much preferred these passionate kisses to his slower ones. Maybe one day you could savor them more once you settled into the feeling of being so vulnerable with him.

One day?

You stopped yourself. What were you thinking, one day and once? As if there would be more of this between you? As if you were working toward something rather than the once-in-a-lifetime moment you'd proposed it to be?

Cobb could sense you suddenly tensing up and immediately pulled himself off you.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you quickly gasped out.

"Are you sure?" His eyes were still blown wide, and his erection still pressed insistently between you, but you knew all you had to do was say the word and he'd walk away without complaint.

Gods, he was so infuriating good to you. You loved him. There was no other way to make sense of these confusing feelings.

"Cobb..." you started without any clue where your words were headed next. All you knew was you couldn't use this man. Not like this. "I... I love you."

Well, turned out you weren't headed far, as your brain spit out the one thing it was fixated on the most. There were so many other things to say first, to explain how you got to this point and why you didn't want this with him if it couldn't mean more than simply crossing an item off the bucket list.

Predictably, Cobb's eyes grew wide at the admission.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just blurted that out--"

"Do you mean it?" he asked. Breathed, was more like it. Like he couldn't believe it. You supposed you could've played it off, saved yourself the trouble of ruining the one chance you'd likely get at losing your virginity. But no. You really did love him. Of course you couldn't say anything other than the truth.

"I do. I really do."

"Oh darling," Cobb choked out what could've been construed as a sob, though you'd never know for sure as he captured your lips in a kiss once more. Desperate was the word to describe this one. You were surprised but let him indulge for a few moments before pushing him off to set your questioning eyes onto him.

"I have loved you for as long as I can remember," he breathed out, resting his forehead against yours. He let go of his support under one of your thighs and brought the wet hand to cup the back of your neck.

"Have you really?" You were in shock. Blissful, ecstatic shock.

"Yes, I really have," he smiled.

"But... why... how... didn't you ever want to make a move?"

His humor was returning, though he didn't seem in the mood to fully let go of the desires he'd spent the last hour working up. You'd thought it had been the waves of the water that had kept gently knocking your bodies together, but then you realized he was the one maintaining the subtle rhythm, keeping the fire stoked just enough should you wish to set it ablaze again. "Oh it definitely crossed my mind a few times. But I wasn't going to come on to you unless you wanted it. A girl like you deserves to be treated right."

You smiled, unable to believe this was where your evening had ended up. "You deserve to be treated right, too, Cobb. That's why I don't want this unless you do, too. For real."

He smiled back, rocking into you just a little firmer to accentuate his intentions. "I want you. I want all of you. I want to be your first. I want to be the only one for you."

"Then take me," you whispered.

The next half hour was a display of a different kind of energy than before. What was previously gentle and exploratory was now urgent and needy. All groping hands and panting breaths and entangled limbs. Cobb still held you with tenderness, never using so much force that he hurt you. You didn't have quite as much restraint, your nails digging into his shoulders in a constant effort bring him closer, closer, closer.

"I'm close," you whimpered out eventually. You knew from reading some more salacious books that was something people tended to say. You'd never been sure how they knew when that moment came, but you certainly did now. You had something building rapidly, divinely inside of you. You seemed moments away from not being able to handle it at all.

He was buried inside of you, unable to thrust too deeply in the water, but the weight of him could still be felt within your walls. He had rocked himself in slowly so the stretch hadn't been unbearable. It was an odd feeling, one you were already eager to replicate as many times as you needed to get more used to it, but for now you could simply describe it as feeling full.

His thumb now pressed in relentless circles on your clit, helping you the rest of the way there. You sucked in a breath as you fell over the edge, an entirely new sensation overcoming you to the point where you couldn't even breathe. You clung to Cobb, unable to do much else as you rode it out. A part of you knew he'd appreciate more verbal displays of your ecstasy. Maybe the next time you'd be more prepared and could do that for him.

You eventually regained a shuddering breath, gasping and panting into Cobb's neck as you rode through the last few waves of pleasure. You didn't realize until a few moments later that he had since removed himself from you and was using his other hand to pump himself through his own orgasm. You weren't sure what to do to help him along. That'd be something else you'd need to learn for next time, too.

"Oh darling," he groaned as his finished his release, nuzzling into your neck and holding you tightly as you bobbed gently in the moonlit water.

"Thank you, Cobb," you decided to say.

Cobb chuckled and looked down at you, running a wet hand through your hair. "Well, was that everything you thought it would be?"

You released a laugh of your own, feeling spent but satisfied. "That was nothing like I thought. And I don't just mean the sex. I mean..."

"Us," he nodded with a smile. "Yeah, I didn't expect that either. But damn if I'm not happy about it."

He kissed you, so much more chaste than any of the others, mainly because the two of you couldn't stop smiling through it.

"You know what the best part is?" he asked, and you could feel him start to pull you along in the water, back toward the shore.

"Hmm?"

"After we get all dry, put on some fresh clothes, get a fire going in the cabin... I get to hold you tonight."

"Big dream of yours?" you teased.

"Mmhmm," he mumbled into your shoulder, just as it breached the surface of the water.

"Well, keep acting like such a gentleman, and you'll get to hold me every night. For as long as you like."

His lips simply smiled against your skin as he carried you out of the water and toward an eagerly awaited new future together.

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Absolute Emergency

Inspired by @darthmalewife post "say what you want about Cobb Vanth but if a toddler handed that man a toy phone he'd pretend to answer it".

(G, tooth rotting fluff, Gn!Reader; I'm not a native, please, forgive my mistakes)

"Marshal! Marshal!"

You sidestep the little Jude as he comes rushing from the Maker knows where and straight into your legs. You would tell him to slow down and pay attention to his surroundings if he doesn't want to get hurt, but he wouldn't listen to you. Not now. Not when he's after the Marshal.

Freetown is such a little, insignificant village that it doesn't even appear on any map anymore. The anonymity allows you to leave mostly in peace; the anonymity and Cobb Vanth. If you want to find what was - once upon a time - Mos Pelgo, you will, the Empire didn't fell so long ago that there aren't still people to remember the little town at the very end of the Wastes, but then you'll have to deal with the Marshal and, if your intentions don't please him, you'll be the one to be sorry. He's your protector, your leader, your friend. And children adore him.

"What's up, buddy?"

You turn around to watch Cobb kneel in the sand, giving all his attention to the child running towards him.

"I've got a transmission, Marshal, this is very important!"

"A very important transmission, eh?", he grins, as the toddler triumphantly hold an old cylindrical battery between the two of them, "And who is in need of Freetown?"

"The Mandalorian!"

"The Mandalorian?! Why didn't you say so?" And the Little Jude squeaks in delight as the Marshal reaches to take the "comm link" into his little hand to hold it to his mouth ; "This is Cobb Vanth, Marshal of Freetown and the Deputy Jude, over." He then puts it near his ear and pretends to listen carefully. "Say again? Really! Copy that; hold on, Mando, we're coming! Over."

"Did you hear that, Deputy?" He says, as he gives back his toys to the child.

"What? What did he say?" Jude is almost shaking with excitement, waddling from one foot to the other.

"The Mandalorian said he's in trouble near the Beggar's Canyon and that he needs our help. You know what it means?"

"It means that we must pro-vide ass-i-ss-tance", Jude answers with an audible effort to repeat the exact words his hero has told him.

"Exactly, well done, partner!"

Petrified on the spot, you watch, entranced, as Cobb lifts the toddler in his arms to sit him in the side-car of his speeder and secures him there. As he gets around the engine, the Marshal notices your presence and winks at you and a storm of butterflies erupts in your stomach.

"You ready, Deputy?"

The Little Jude takes a few seconds to think about it before putting his scarf in front of his mouth and answering a slightly muffled "Yaaaaay!"

"Here we go, then!"

Cobb puts his scarf in front of his own mouth and starts his speeder at full speed, almost drowning the child's happy cries with the noise of the engine.

And that's why he's your hero.

[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

[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.”

[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."

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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.

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Deal: Cobb Vanth x Fem!Reader Pt. 4

Part Three

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

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

word count: 3,170

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?” he said gruffly. 

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

You pulled back, beaming.

“You’re. . . Wow.”

“Yeah,” he repeated. 

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

“Fuck- Vanth, I know. I’m sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You paused, but he remained still. 

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

His face softened slightly.

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

You shook your head profusely.

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

He breathed out a long sigh.

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You think I’m that shallow?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck. I forgot.”

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

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

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

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

He seemed suddenly shy, almost ashamed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He grabbed your hand and squeezed it tight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I take it off?” he whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Or I’m really, really strong.”

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

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

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

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

Fuck. Me.

You nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry,” you panted.

“Huh? What for, doll?”

“For having you in such a vice grip.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You on birth control?”

“What do you think, Marshal?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“I want to cum inside you. ”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well?” He gestured to it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You ready?” He asked.

You nodded with a murmur of affirmation.

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

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

“I’m ready.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cum for me, then, Marshal.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” you asked, your stomach dropping. 

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

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

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

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

“Is it still unfortunate if I mean it?”

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

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

[swan-of-sunrise]

My Current WIP's!

Hi guys! Lately, I've had an insane amount of energy and motivation to write, so I'm coming at you with a little WIP update today! 💖

Tales From The SSR/Specs and the Flyboy (Jack Thompson X F!Reader): I'm working on a nice little one-shot from Jarvis' POV, set between Chapter 10 and 11 of Specs and the Flyboy, that'll expand a little on his relationship with Specs and their friendship with Howard Stark. It's nothing too deep, but I'm really enjoying writing from my favorite butler's POV!

Taking Care of Business (Din Djarin X F!Reader): I know, I know, I promised to give ya'll more Din and Alor'ad a long time ago, but better late than never, right? I'm working on a fluffy one-shot about their life on Nevarro with Grogu and whether or not they're gonna expand their little clan of three, so definitely keep a look out for that!

What The World Needs Now... (Charles Xavier X F!Reader): This one might come as a surprise, but I'm working on a Part 2! It's about the growing attraction between Charles and his school's newest professor, and I'm having so much fun revisiting the 20th Century Fox X-Men Universe lol it might not be canon in the MCU, but it holds a special place in my heart!

Untitled Cobb Vanth X F!Reader: I'm so ashamed that it's taken me so long to make do on my promise to write a Cobb Vanth fic, but I finally feel confident in my outline and I can't wait for ya'll to read this, it's so damn cute!

So yeah, that’s pretty much it. Which stories or one-shots are you guys looking forward to? Let me know and don’t forget to give my fanfiction masterlist a like if you’re interested in reading any of this, I always update it after posting a new work!

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Star Wars Material List

Kinks I think the Star Wars men would have

Cad Bane GN Headcanon's

Cobb Vanth x f!reader Smut

Darth Maul x f!reader- Smut

Tech x GN reader- fluff

General Hux x f!reader- fluff

Qui Gon Jinn x GN reader- fluff

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Mornings Like This

Cobb Vanth x F!Reader

Summary: Just some fluff. A little Cobb appreciation if you will. Kinda Short.

Warnings: None I think?? Probably OOC Cobb

A/N: First time posting! Fingers crossed LMAO

Soft snores filled the room as you laid on your side, propped up on your elbow as you watched your lover sleep. You had woken before him, unusual, but you were grateful. It wasn’t often that you got mornings like this. For a while you just stared, taking in every curve of his face and the way he furrowed his brow as if in deep thought. 

With a soft hum you raised a hand, slowly running a finger down the bridge of his nose. It had its intended effect as Cobb slowly stirred, opening his eyes and meeting your gaze with the smile you fell in love with.

“Mornin’ beautiful.” His voice was soft, still laced with hints of sleep. The morning suns shone through the room with golden rays, hitting his face at just the right angle. You could see a thousand sunsets, a million views that would leave anyone breathless, but nothing could ever compare to this.

He inched closer, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”  You laughed, giving his shoulder a light shove. “Just passing through,” you teased, entangling your legs with his. Cobb chuckled, pulling you in for a chaste kiss before running a hand over the curve of your hip. Letting out a hum you closed your eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of his hand on your skin. You stayed like that for a short while, neither one of you daring to break the silence. 

He sighed, “gotta get to work soon, darlin’.” You knew it was coming but you had hoped to prolong it for as long as you could. “I know,” you paused before pulling him closer with a grin. “But for now, you’re all mine.” He matched your grin, hovering over you before pulling you in for a kiss.

 Cobb Vanth was many things but most importantly, he was yours.

“All yours.”

[nahoney22]

Since you opened requests I just had to grasp the opportunity. Instead of a trope or so, I wanted to send in something a little different. I have this sentence that had been sitting in my notes for a long time, and wonder if you could make something with it, if that is ok with you? "Marks and scars tell as much of a story as words do, sometimes even more so." As for the characters? Cobb Vanth x F! Reader and I will leave it to you if it is SFW of NSFW, I love all of it anyway.

I love me a bit of Cobb 🥹 enjoy my lovely friend @ladykatakuri

A Love We Never Got Over

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Cobb Vanth X F!Reader

word count: 2.3k

You and Cobb go back, way back. On your return you hear about the standoff between him and the notorious Bounty Hunter. Sometimes, it’s never too late to give up on something once true.

warnings: mentions of blood and Cobbs wound, you and Cobb have a history, little angst and some fluff too for good measure. Safe for work mainly. A little suggestive if you squint.

Masterlist

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Mos Pelgo. Just as barren and dull as you remembered.

It had been a year, maybe two for that matter when you last stepped foot into this town. The sand sinks beneath your feet with every step and the hot Tatooine sun beams against the back of your neck and you couldn’t help but bask in it for a small moment, not being surprised that you had missed it.

You halt midway through the town and take it all in. Everything seemed the same but it was quiet… very quiet. Upon your travels you had heard that the town had changed and the Mining Collective had vanished but where was everyone now? And where was Cobb?

So you check the place you thought he’d be first, the local cantina.

Stepping inside you’re hit with a pang of familiarity. Yourself and Cobb would’ve spent so many long nights in here talking each other's ears off, drinking until you were both under the table but that changed so quickly. Staring at the booth in the corner of the cantina, your heart sank as the memory of your first kiss, your first everything….

Your sullen thoughts are interrupted when you hear your name called and you turn to the bar where the Weequay who you had known for a long time stares right at you.

“Hey Taanti.” You breathe softly. He stares at you for a moment longer and you would not be surprised if he were to kick you out and tell you to never return. Instead, a smile broke out on his lips and the rag he was using to clean a glass was thrown onto the bartop before he came bounding towards you with outstretched arms.

“I can’t believe my eyes.” He gushed, embracing you tightly to the point you had to gasp for breath. As he pulls away he grasps your cheeks and sighs heavily but still with a smile. “Where have you been, woman? It’s been far too long.”

“Exploring the galaxy. Just as I had always hoped to do.” You smile and walk with him as he gestures to a table where the pair of you could catch up.

He smiles expectantly and nods his head. “Ah, I remember you always talking about that but why are you here back?”

Your wry smile answers his question.

Taanti shifts somewhat uncomfortably. “Left a lot of things unsaid?”

“You could say that.” You look down, ashamed and embarrassed as you remember the night you had fled. Cobb and you said some unkind things to each other but in the heat of everything, you realised that it was stupid. So much time wasted. “Where is he?”

Then you see the way his face drops, swirling his fingers around on the flat table as another sigh draws from his mouth. “I need to tell you something… but please don’t panic.”

Okay. Just breathe.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Convincing the guards to let you into Jabba- or this Boba’s palace was a task and a half. But with enough determination and low-key begging, they let you inside but of course escorted you to where Cobb was.

Every step was driving you insane. You were closer to him than you have been for years with every step you took but when it got to the door where he was behind, you halted.

The guard stopped too and gave you a weary look. “Are you ready?”

Your breathing had stopped and you found the floor suddenly more interesting. “I… yeah. Sorry.” You collect yourself and allow the guard to open the door.

The room revealed to you was spacious and eerily cleaned to perfection. It was also quite dark, the lights above dimly lit and the main source of light being the open windows that were shielded by a soft fabric of curtain that billowed gently.

However it was the large tank far ahead that caught your eye the most which most definitely had a person inside.

The guard was kind enough to give you some space and that they’ll wait outside as you finally find the courage to walk forward.

With slow and tepid steps, you are standing by the bacta tank and you take a deep breath before looking over and that’s when your world explodes.

There he was. Just laying there. His chest was bare but had his lower half covered and he was alive of course but barely according to Taanti. Immediately tears brimmed to your eyes and you had to hold back a choked sob.

“Oh you idiot Cobb. Damn idiot.” You sniffle with a shake of your head, watching as his chest rises and falls.

You stay for a while, just watching until you place a hand over the glass top, just over where his chest was and take control of your breathing. Wiping away a leaking tear with the back of your hand you closed your eyes and took in the moment.

You’re here with him now and you can not help that sickening feeling in your gut that maybe this would not have happened if you left. You feel selfish, selfish for wanting something more that the galaxy had to offer. And now he was laying there, a blaster wound to his shoulder. Kriff, he was lucky it wasn’t the chest.

Then his eyes opened.

It took him a moment to see, the bacta making everything a little hazy but he was so sure that it was you.

You were standing over him, eyes still closed and every so slowly reached towards the buttons on the side where once hit, the bacta is drained.

The noise made your eyes shoot open and sure enough, his were staring right into yours. It was as if you got short yourself, stumbling back as you watched the lid begin to open followed by Cobb slowly emerging out. Not once did he take his eyes off you either.

He stands, body dripping wet as you stumble back and suddenly grow shy. You looked down at the floor, cursing to yourself that this may have been a mistake because his face? Unreadable. Mad? Sad? Confused? You could not place it but you heard him come closer and closer until he was standing right in front of you.

Silence filled the room, the odd sound of water dripping against the marble floor. Then, after a moment, he speaks.

“Look at me.”

And so you do.

Your eyes lock once more and your heart flutters, just as it did all that time ago. As he’s looking at you, Cobb had nothing short of adoration written all over his face. The same look he had given you when he first laid his eyes on you. “Darling, why are you here?” Comes his question, soft spoken and trembling with anxiety.

Truth is, you did know and you also didn’t. You knew you had to see him, knowing that there was a love still there. But, were you crazy? To come back after all this time? “I…” you try to talk, finding it hard to find your voice but you were struggling, “I wanted to see you.”

Those words were all he wanted to hear after all this time. You wanted to see him and he had longed to see you just as much. With not one ounce of communication between the pair of you one would think he would be furious that you had the audacity to just show up. But you were here and you were just as beautiful as the day you left.

Without any word of warning, you feel a pair of arms around you and you’re brought into a damp, toned chest. Your heart was racing and you were truly shocked.

Your hands pathetically lay by your sides as his arms wrap around your shoulders, his breathing a little heavy and you swear you could hear him wince once you eventually begin to hug back.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again.” Voice hoarse, you pull your head back to look up at him.

“You’re not mad at me?”

“Mad?” He tuts with a shake of his head. “Never. I’m just glad you’re alive.”

“As am I.” You breathe softly, resting your cheek against his bare chest and letting your eyes fall shut. “Can’t believe you got yourself shot.”

He chuckles but then flinches a little at the movement so you pull all the way back and inspect his wound closely. “At least it’s not in your chest.”

“Was close though.” He sighs and that’s when he decides it’s best to grab a robe and cover himself up in front of you. Once dressed suitably, he walks towards a marble white bench and pats the spot beside him for you to come sit. You do and the pair of you both fall into silence.

You both somehow found solace in this. You both didn’t need to speak at this moment but just embraced the feeling of knowing that you were together again and both alive. Thinking back to how you left, the last hurtful words you tossed at one another didn’t seem to matter any more. Despite feeling that you left a moment of your soul before you left, it doesn’t seem that way.

“Cobb,” your voice finds you, “why don’t you hate me?”

His head snaps in your direction as you speak, your eyes glistening a little. “Why would I?”

“I…I left. We were together and happy and I left.” You cursed a little as you began to sniffle as you spoke but you needed to know; to understand why he had no resentment to you.

“You did leave but I was an idiot for not going with you. You wanted the galaxy and I wanted to stay where I felt like I belonged. Little did I know what a mistake I made.” Ever so gently, you place a hand on top of his as he talks, your body warming up as you trace your fingers delicately over the back of his hand.

“A mistake?”

“Look at me, my love. I’ve gotten shot and I’m meant to be the protector of the town. What good am I if I can’t fight off one man?” He berates himself, looking away as if he had disgusted you just as much as he had himself. There was no denying how much the town meant to him, which was a huge reason why he did not want to leave in the first place. “And then I let you slip away.”

You sit for a moment and think and smile gently as you both entwine your fingers and you tilt his head to face you. “A great man once told me ‘marks and scars tell as much of a story as words do, sometimes even more so’.”

He looked at you and felt a wave of intimacy wash over him. He knew those words because he had spoken them to you whenever you were feeling at your lowest. He never thought he would hear you telling him that.

“You may have been shot but that shows great courage and power that highlights you’ll do anything for your town. And me? You let me be happy elsewhere. It may have cut at first but it scarred over and you let me be free. Let me be who I was and let me be happy.” Your words are soft spoken and every ounce of it is true.

He is watching you, truly watching. You looked as though you had not even aged a day but him? Grey haired and more rugged. A jolt of insecurity began to settle in his mind and he just had to ask before he could make a fool out of himself, “Did you ever meet someone else?”

“No. How could I?”

“Well,” he starts off, running a hand through his damp hair as he tries to think of something suave or something charismatic to say, “look at you. Any person in the galaxy would have been lucky to have you. I sure was.” He then chuckles, grinning almost. “Heck, I couldn’t believe how I landed you in the first place.”

You say his name so gently that it was like a symphony to his ears, “Why are you saying ‘was’?”

This time he looks at you puzzled. “W-we broke up? Didn’t we? Truthfully I can’t remember that night as it was a little hazy but-.”

He’s silenced by the taste of something sweet, something familiar and something he had missed.

Your lips press firmly to his in the heat of a moment. Was it just to silence his ramblings? Possibly but it could also be because you wanted to show him that there could never have been anyone else.

He sighs against you, a hand comping up and loosely cupping your cheek with such endearment. The way his fingers caressed your skin sent shockwaves down your skin and you shuddered, only to pull yourself into him until you were in his lap.

With one hand on your cheek and another on your lower back for support, you allowed him to deepen the kiss ever so softly until you felt it - desperation. It became hungry with your hands flying into his hair, teeth clashing which neither of you seemed to mind and Cobb almost cursed in forlorn as he could feel your breasts pushed against his chest.

At first you thought it was just a droplet of water from his hair but you were certain that you were crying but not crying because you were upset, in fact it was quite the opposite. You were happy. So happy.

Eventually with heavy breathing you pull back, resting your foreheads against each other until he breaks the soft silence. “I guess that answers my question.”

You laugh gently and nod, pulling back a little to gaze into those eyes that you got lost in the first time you met. “Cobb, there was never anyone else. It… it wasn’t over for me. It still isn’t.”

Cobb was almost overcome with emotion at your words but he kept it in and instead kissed your forehead, letting it linger. But, you felt his tears trickle down the side of your face.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I always will.” You replied.

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[beautifultypewriter]

The Fifth Day of Christmas ~ Cobb Vanth

Prompt: Baking Christmas cookies

Pairing: Cobb Vanth x reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 574

A/N: Oh I love this man. Hope I did him justice.

Cobb Vanth smiled to himself as he saw the faint glow coming from the front windows of his small home. You were still up despite the late hour and though he always told you that you didn’t have to wait up for him, he loved seeing you when he got home.  The sweet smell that met him when he pushed open the front door was a surprise, but not unwelcome. Cobb smiled to himself as he stretched out his back and dropped his things to the floor. With a sigh, he stepped into the kitchen in search of you. What he found made his smile grow as he leaned against the door frame.

You were quietly dancing around the kitchen, one of Cobb’s old jackets draped over your shoulders, and a pile of cookies that nearly touched the ceiling on the table. Each cookie was cut into some festive shape and was painted in red, green, and gold. Bowls of frosting were tipped over and Cobb was fairly certain that he could see flour strewn over the floor. He chuckled. You had always been haphazard when you baked.

Cobb’s chuckle had broken your concentration and you spun around, wildly swinging the rolling pin that had been in your grip. The marshal laughed as he took a step back, making sure to stay out of your reach as you calmed down. Placing your free hand over your heart, your breathed heavily, “Cobb Vanth! You scared me half to death!” You tossed the rolling pin onto the counter, a cloud of flour floating up in the air at the disturbance.

Cobb laughed again as he stepped back into the kitchen, “I scared you? You just swung a rolling pin at my head.”

You scoffed, “I wasn’t even anywhere near you.” You turned back to your cookie dough and picked up the rolling pin again.

“What are all of these for?” Cobb picked up a cookie, bringing it up to his mouth to take a bite. You swung around, pointing the rolling pin at him. He froze, his mouth open. You raised your eyebrows, and he dropped the cookie back onto the pile. You gave him a smile as you went back to your work. The marshal stepped up behind you, resting his arm over your shoulder, “Can I help?”

You smiled, moving away slightly to look up at his face, “Yeah.” He smiled back at you, letting you guide him over to the cutters you had made. You handed him one and took another for yourself. The two of you worked side by side, cutting the dough and moving the cookies onto a tray. “They’re for tomorrow’s celebration in town.” Stepping over to the oven, you checked to make sure it was still on before you grabbed the tray and slid it in to be baked.

Cobb was still cutting dough as he looked over to you, “Mighty fine of you to make all of these for everyone.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you joined him, “I just want everyone to enjoy the festivities.” You rolled out more dough, feeling the heat from the oven seeping into the small room. The marshal stared at you as he moved closer.

“With all these cookies? It would be impossible for anyone to not have a good time.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead. Your eyes slipped shut as you leaned into his touch, your cheeks heating up.

[samanthacookieone]

We definitely need more Cobb Vanth in our lives.

Any good Cobb Vanths and reader ?

[galactic-academia]

A Good Rub

Rating: E, minors pass your way.

Category: F/M

Fandom: The Mandalorian

Relationship: Cobb Vanth x F!Reader

Tags: Flirting, language, fluff, massage (M receiving), fingering (F receiving), very brief oral sex (M receiving), dirty talk, unprotected PIV (don’t be a fool: wrap your tool)

Words: 5,2K

Summary: Cobb Vanth is the best Marshal Mos Pelgo could have dreamed of, but at the end of the day, he’s still a man and his back is killing him. That, you can take care of (loosely set before the events of TBOBF)

Notes: Alright, believe it or not, but I’ve been working on that for months, so I’m very happy to finally share it. I’m not used to write smut, but I did my best, please be indulgent, also I’m not a native, please, forgive my mistakes. Reader is described as a woman with breasts and female genitalia, but no further descriptions (if somethings escaped to me, please say so and I’ll correct it).

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«Oh, stars! Right there...»

He hadn’t meant to sound like this; needy, hoarse, it had been punched out of his lungs and he was considering himself lucky that this vulnerable sound hadn’t turned into a full moan. Still, he blushed as you immediately complied, pressing hard into the muscles of the Marshal’s lower back, then repeating the exact same move, but with less intensity, and again, softly - almost caressing - before setting on another group of muscles.

It had been your idea, you had started all of this - that he was sure about - but how exactly he had turned lucky enough to end up lying, half naked, in your bed; Cobb Vanth was still processing. Not to mention the fact that you were Hell bent on helping him to relax, thus the massage the Marshal was currently enjoying... A little too much.

Granted, it had been a tough day; Barzan’s flock of banthas having run off the previous night, as many people of Mos Pelgo as there were available land-speeders had tramped the Dunes Sea in search of the contumacious animals all day long. On the evening, Barzan had all his cattle back and secure in a paddock, and Taanti had treated the valiant sand rangers to a round of drinks on the house - even if he had grumbled in his non-existent beard all along.

Of course, Cobb had partaken in the searching mission today; led it, actually, he also had helped Barzan to steer his banthas back where they belonged after roaming the desert for hours, and he went to Taanti’s celebration, for the Weequay would certainly have removed the Marshal’s head from his shoulders if he hadn’t.

It was beginning to be late when Cobb had left the cantina. Quite frankly, there was nothing his heart desired more than just lying down and be unconscious for a few hours, but he still had business to attend.

«AWWww...»

Unfortunately for him, while still being in excellent shape, vigorous and strong as all Hell, the Marshal wasn’t as young as he used to be, as his back just had nastily reminded him.

«Hiya, Marshal.»

Cobb grimaced to himself - of course, you would be the one to catch him during a vulnerable moment - before turning around to face you, all charming, cheeky smiles, and pretend to scratch an itch instead of holding on tight to his crumpling vertebrae. The good sheriff truly couldn’t care less about what people thought of his persona, he hadn’t any time for that kind of bantha shit. But you weren’t «people», and even if he would rather die than admit it out loud, Cobb always jumped on any and all occasions to impress you.

«Good evenin’, my fair lady», Cobb gave it a shot, even if he knew it was useless. Hadn’t you knew him as well as you did, you would have fallen for his act, but you could see right through him - on this point, at least - and knew your beloved Marshal was still upright by sheer stubbornness only.

«May I ask you where you’re heading to on this pleasant evening?»

You also were at Taanti’s, you knew where he was coming from and Cobb was sure you were ready to bid everything you had on the fact that he was not heading home. It was a game the two of you had been playing for far too long, and you were still falling in each other’s traps every single time. Falling for each other.

«I’m on my way to she Sheriff’s Office, where a thing or two are still waitin’ to be taken care of before I can call it a night.» Cobb noticed your arms crossed on your chest and your head tilted in frustration: that was what you were excepting to hear and you weren’t happy about it. «But if there’s anything you need, just say the word, and I’ll be all yours.»

You let a little huff escape by your nose and turned your head to the side, breaking eye contact, but a half smile blossomed on your lips nonetheless. Yeah, putting a smile on your face, he never failed to. Oh, you did bite your lips to try to conceal your growing grin, but in vain. You couldn’t resist the Marshal, he always managed to make you melt. Giving in, you grinned freely and even let yourself go as far as giggling. And there was nothing Cobb liked more than making you go all bashful.

«Indeed, Marshal, there’s something I do need.» You held your hand slightly, inviting Cobb to take it and brush his lips across your knuckles like he sometimes did when he felt brave enough, or when the need to be close to you turned into an ache impossible to soothe.

«Ma’am -», and he did, he did lift your hand and softly, delicately, let the plump of his lips and the tingle of his moustache caress the thin skin - not of your knuckles - but of your fingertips, «- your wishes are my commands.»

«Truly?» Oh he should know better than blindly trusting you when you act all innocent and shy like that. But, what can he say? You’re his weak spot.

«Whatever you want, just name it and I’m your man.»

Too much. He had said too much. It’s the truth, not even disguised as a tease or a silly jab. He would do whatever you want. He would be your man, if you’d let him. And yet, Cobb can’t make himself regret his words, not when these instants, hushed, stolen, whispered in the dark, are more thrilling than anything he has ever experienced.

Never taking your hand out of his, you turned around to go back inside, «Come on in, then Cobb», and he diligently followed you, like he promised he would. The Marshal hadn’t paid attention, when he was outside, that he had almost collapsed under your window and, as you led him to your bedroom, where you left him to go rummage into the adjoining little bathroom, he tried to not mull on that thought.

«So, what’s the problem? Is there a sand spider in there? Somethin’ that needs to be fixed?» Cobb was feeling antsy, he was trying to not invade your privacy, but miserably failing at not noticing the soft, rumpled sheets, appealing to his tired body. The pillows were looking unbearably comfy and he felt a sudden pang of longing at the thought of lying there, entangled with you, his nose buried in the nape of your neck - or in your hair - and just breathing you in... However, a flash of pink got him out of his reverie as soon as he caught it; was it your dressing gown laying there, abandoned, on the bed? Did you... Shed it?

Of course she’s in her sleeping attire, you moron, not everyone needs to be dead on their feet to judge it’s time for some shut eyes, like you do!

«My problem is that you’re literally working yourself to death.» You came out of the bathroom in your night gear only - and this time Cobb didn’t fail to notice it - and gave him a towel. «And since you promised you would do whatever I want, you’re going to lie down and let me give a good rub to your poor back.»

The Marshal should have been ashamed - and he would, had he been in his normal state -  but the sight of you had short-circuited his brain. You weren’t wearing anything fancy, but it was light enough to be bearable on this warm night. Ample, to be comfortable, the exact opposite of Cobb’s pants, becoming tighter by the minute, just seeing how much your breasts were now free to gently bounce as you waved in the direction of the bed. «Off with your clothes».

That caught the Marshal’s attention.

«I’m sorry, what?»

All flushed and looking down, you still powered through your embarrassment, «Y-you take off as much cl-clothes as you’re comfortable to and you lie on the bed. I’m... I’m going to give you a massage. If it’s ok with you?»

Cobb wanted to laugh, manically so. You, the plump, young, soft thing, were asking him, the broken, exhausted, middle-aged man, if he were ok with disrobing and lying in your bed so you could touch him? What the Hell are they putting in the Spotchka, these days? But sensing you wouldn’t agree with him on the absolute fuckery of the situation, the Marshal just croacked a «Yeah, darlin’, that’s very ok with me», before starting to blindly remove his bandolier and his blaster. And the bright smile you gave him before going back to the bathroom made him tell to his screaming conscience to go fuck itself.

As you had asked him to, the Marshal got rid of his shirt and his signature red scarf, then his boots and - while he was at it - his socks, because even if he were still trying to convince his traitorous body to calm the fuck down, Cobb was very well aware that there were a few things unsexier than a man in his drawers with his socks still on. To his credit, the good sheriff hadn’t had the intention to take his pants off, not until he truly looked at them. He had quickly showered before going to Taanti’s, but the celebration had been a little wild for some of the villagers and one of them had spilled their drink on Cobb. His shirt has been mostly spared, but his pants had taken it all and they were now sticky and stinking of alcohol. There was no way he was letting that garbage go anywhere near your little nest.

That’s how Cobb Vanth ended up to crawl - mostly naked - in your bed. No big deals, just a nice massage from a friend, nothing to fuss about. If only the rest of his body could get the memo... The Marshal was bitterly chastising himself and grabbing for a pillow to rest his head upon when you finally came back from the bathroom.

«Comfy?», you asked, dropping off some items Cobb hadn’t had time to identify, before crawling on the mattress and settling on the back of Cobb’s thighs.

Certain the Maker was testing him, the Marshal managed to croak a pitiful «Yeah», before he buried his face into the pillow. That proved to be a tactical error when, upon his first breath into the material, your smell flood his nose. Cobb must have grabbed just the one you sleep with; of course he had.

«Alright then,» he heard you mumbling to yourself, «let’s do this.» The Marshal felt you wiggling against his ass and fiddling with the Maker knows what for a few seconds, and the tingle of the material of your loose sleep shirt on his skin was torture already. However, nothing could have prepared him to the feeling of your hands. They were warm and soft, and gliding unexpectedly smoothly over his neck, shoulders and upper back. That alone was very pleasant, and Cobb was almost ready to lose the battle against his body when something cool went dripping onto his back, making him startle a little.

«Sorry, this is just some moisturiser, so your skin won’t be chafed. Is that ok?»

Not trusting his tongue anymore and biting on his lips to contain the groan that was threatening to escape, the Marshal just made a positive noise without lifting his face off the pillow.

Satisfied with the answer, you went back to work, first rubbing with the palm of your hands, before getting your fingers to dig into the knots you found, applying pressure and steadily moving.

«I’m so happy you’re letting me doing this for you», you spoke so quietly, hushedly, as if you were afraid to ruin the moment, or to scare him, «You’re always taking care of us, we’re so blessed to have you Cobb... I hope you know that.»

Hadn’t he been down to his briefs, dizzy with pleasure and with your knees bracketing his hips, the good Marshal would certainly have found a way to evade your praises. He would distract you or simply find a reason to flee. Your kind words made him uncomfortable; he craved them, like he craved your attention and your affection, but once he had them, he didn’t know what to do with himself anymore. But here, trapped under you, with his brain flooded with endorphins... It wasn’t a problem anymore.

«You’re too good to me, sugar, I don’t deserve you.»

«You deserve everything and then some more, Cobb, let me be good to you.»

Somewhere deep inside, the Marshal knew he had put himself in an impossible position. You were there, showering him with soft touches and kindness, and whatever you may think, he was still just a man with an erection pressing into the mattress. Listening to you saying you wanted to be good to him wouldn’t help him to calm down, neither would the fact that you had now decided to give some love to his lower back, each movements of your hands pushing Cobb’s hips into the bed, forcing him to hump the sheets.

Some broken groans started to escape him, the Marshal couldn’t contain them anymore, not when he was growing harder and harder, his drawers damp with precome. Not when you were spurring him on.

«That’s it, here you go, let it all go, I’ve got you. Let it be good for you.»

Cobb was panting, trying his damnest to not squirm, to not lean into your touch and chase the friction your firm mattress provided to his cock, when it happened all at once. He felt your nimble fingers sneaking under the elastic of his underpants to access his lower vertebrae - those which were hurting the most - and kneed, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain up his spine and his hips grinding down against the bed some more.

«Oh, stars! Right there...»

No, Cobb hadn’t meant to sound like this, and he knew he should have asked you to stop, especially when he felt a warm burst of precome shoot from his throbbing shaft only to come dripping down, adding to the sticky mess he had made of his briefs, oozing through the fabric and into your sheets. But it was so good...

Lost into the sensation of your hands working his muscles back into submission, the Marshal unthinkingly grind down more violently and let out a sinful, purring sound... To which you echoed an answering moan.

It had been a tiny sound, a delightfully pathetic little mewl, but it stuck Cobb light lightening. He raised himself on his elbows and turned his head to look at you above his shoulder. There you were, still perched on the back of his legs, all flushed and dishevelled, mortified. Irresistible. One moment you were kneeling on the bed and the next Cobb had flipped you under him and was devouring your mouth like a starved man.

The squeaking noise you made when your back hit the mattress didn’t do anything to deter the Marshal, not when your arms immediately went around his shoulders and neck for you to pull him closer. It made something clench in Cobb’s chest and his hunger for you took the second place behind the absolute delight that flooded him. You wanted this at least as much as he did. You wanted him. The Marshal let his fever morph into something savoring and languid, almost teasing. It made you smile against his lips as you pushed one of your hands into his silver locks and let out a giddy little noise.

His heart threatening to leap out of his chest, Cobb broke the kiss only to set his forehead against yours, his eyes closed.

«You have no idea for how long I have wanted to do this.»

«Do it again, then.»

Your mouth went back to his, even hungrier than before.

«Please Cobb, please...», your breathy little pleas, whimpered between fervent kisses proved to be the Marshal’s undoing. With quick, efficient moves, he unceremoniously threw your clothes to the floor, before starting to cover your body with kisses and roguish little nips that make you squirm under him.

«’Ve got you, baby, don’t you worry. Look at you, all worked up already and I barely touched you...»

Equally playful and amazed, Cobb swiftly swiped his tongue across your nipples and started to leave  kitten licks on both of them, making you shudder and moan some more.

«D-Don’t tease! Cobb, d-»

«’M not teasing.» He totally was and hadn’t any intention to stop. When his gaze levelled with your navel, a devilish grin - the one that screamed troubles and that you loved so much - painted itself on his lips, «Just savoring my pretty girl. You’re such a treat, all sweet and soft for me, aren’t ya honey?»

He let his tongue slowly dip in your navel, then retreat back up, leaving some saliva pool in it. Then he repeated the motion, a little faster with every pass of his tongue, until he was fucking his saliva in and out your navel and you were desperately trying to press your tights together and shaking your head from side to side.

«What do you want, sweet girl?» Cobb asked, lifting himself up from your belly to grab your wrists and remove your arms from your face. His bright eyes turned soft upon beholding your own gaze: unfocused and watery, but full of want, «Tell me, baby, tell me and it’s all yours.»

You promptly released your arms from the Marshal’s hold - much faster than he thought you were able to in your state - only to clutch to his neck, smashing your lips back together. It was messy and without any finesse, but your eagerness made something primal and possessive curl into Cobb’s stomach. At last, between sloppy kisses, you managed to slur, «Want you... All of you, like you promised...»

Had he still been a young man, the Marshal would have made a fool of himself, already. Half mad with want, he started to babble into your ear while sliding his fingers under your panties to run them down your legs. «You got me, sweet thing, you got me. I did promise, didn’t I? Wouldn’t dream of breaking my oath, not to you. Open up for me, yeah? You took such great care of me tonight, now it’s my turn...»

His long, thick fingers found your mound, lightly grazing your clit before softly parting your folds while his tongue teased yours in a gentle caress, somewhat placating your desperation, slowing down almost to a halt where you breathed each other in. Then, without any warning, he sank two digits in your soaking heat, swallowing the gasping cry you let out. «So wet, baby, so perfect for me, always...» The twist he added to his move as he eased them out made you shudder, your mouth open in glee. «M’gonna give you everything you want». He pushed his fingers back inside, curling into you, again and again, as your grip on his shoulders became painfully tight. «Gonna ruin you».

You already were ruined, had been since well before he had first touched you, before he had graced you with a quick hug in thanks. But that, Cobb wasn’t aware of. The drawn-out pinning for your Marshal, all the little things you had shared, those secret smiles, those stolen looks, those quick winks and lips almost blood-bitten, collected like sanctified tokens and tucked in a corner of your memory for rainy days, they all came surfacing to be crowned when the rising tension in your lower stomach suddenly snapped. You gushed on Cobb’s fingers with a surprised moan he gladly swallowed, your legs wrapping around him.

When the Marshal finally left your lips for more than a quick, much needed breath, it was for lifting his soaked fingers from your center to curl his tongue around them. You were breathless - he always had had this effect on you, turned you into an anxious, but giddy mess each time he appeared in your line of sight - but not enough to prevent you from rolling him underneath you with a growl. You always were nervous around Cobb Vanth, but in a skittish way, bold and unpredictable, and you were pretty sure that was what kept him always coming back for more.

Eyes wild, your hair starting to look like a nest, you preened under your Marshal’s ravenous gaze. You only let him enough time to steady his hands on your hips before you started your own way down his body. You too - as Cobb discovered with bliss - could kiss and lick and nip and suck. Once again, he was the one to squirm due to your ministrations, but this time, he couldn’t stop his damn mouth to run, «Gonna be the death of me, baby. Always so good to me, so pretty an’ so sweet... Come back here, honey, let me make good on my promise, y-yeah?».

However, by the time he finally shut his mouth, you had reached the hem of his brief and were showering it in butterfly-light kisses. You waited for him to look you dead in the eyes before hooking your thumbs into the elastic and - at last - pulling his length free. You took him in, laid out in the warm, dim glow of your bedside light, glorious, gorgeous. The tough, cocky Marshal, tamed for you and for you only, awaiting your next move. You could have eaten him. Then you looked at his organ, proudly resting against his belly. You muttered an impressed curse and bit your lips, both amazed and a little thrilled, before you made the mistake to look up to Cobb’s face. The bastard was smirking down at you, fully aware of his blessing and truly pleased by your wonder. But then again, even if there was nothing you liked more than pleasing your Marshal, that didn’t mean you couldn’t be a little shit yourself. Still holding his gaze, you let your tongue peaked between your lips and gave a long, thorough lick up his manhood, even going as far as quickly dipping the tip of it into his slit. Cobb throwing his head back and biting his lips to try - and fail - to contain the neediest growl was a very, very satisfying sight to behold; but before you had time to lean back - fully intending to indulge into the writhing man beneath you - he firmly grabbed your hips and manhandled you - a hand coming to pillow your head as you hit the mattress - so he was, once more, on top of you.

«Sweetheart,» he purred, his nose nuzzling your cheek, his thumb barely ghosting over your parted lips, «You can’t imagine how many times I’ve fucked my fist pretendin’ it was this smart, wicked mouth of yours.» You snapped up his finger into your mouth, lightly nipping at it, because the image of this man touching himself to the thought of you was too much to handle. You needed to consume him, in all the ways he would let you. «But right now,» Cobb briefly replaced his thumb with his lips, «I need to have you». There he was, hovering over you, dishevelled, his eyes wild, hard and leaking, dizzy with want, half mad with the imperative need to make you his; and here you were, sprawled on your back,clutching at him with all your limbs to push him closer to you, chasing his lips and whimpering into his mouth, your legs spread around his hips, open and ready and wanting, and still, Cobb forced himself to draw back a little, to look at you and to whisper, «If you will have me?»

He would have stopped. Would you just have told him to, and he would have stepped back, helped you to dress and cuddle with you or - if you so have wanted - just went away and let you be. The decision was yours to take, so you took it; you buried your hands into his hair and led him back to your mouth to murmur against his lips, «Yes, Cobb, I want you, please... Please, fuck me».

Intense. You had thought about the best adjective to describe your Marshal, and there was no word that could make him justice ; but « intense » was the closest thing to it. His life was intense, here, at the far end of everything, where heat, dryness and almost everything that lives do their best to kill you. His work was intense, keeping the bad guys away from Mos Pelgo and making everyone’s problems - big or small - his as well. His wrath was intense, and you know he wouldn’t hesitate to kill in cold blood. His laugh was intense, loud and clear, springing right from his belly and impossible to resist. His gaze was intense, all seeing, even right trough people, but always so, so kind to the ones he had swore to protect. In bed like in every other aspect of his life, Cobb Vanth is intense, to your greatest delight.

It’s a tight fit, even soaked and open from your first orgasm as you are. Your breath hitched as the fat head started to breach your entrance. He’s barely inside, really, still, you scrunched your eyes close, as it would ease the painful pinch away. It didn’t, but Cobb cradling your cheeks in his hands and covering your face in kisses certainly helped, though.

«T’s alright, love, I got you. Just take it easy, yeah?»

Love. You’ve been trying to relax, knowing that, once the dull pain would have faded away, only pure bliss would stay. This term of endearment and the implication it involved, however, it made you clench hard around the few inches already inside you. Cobb’s features contorted before he let his forehead bump against yours, eyes closed and lips parted, «Maker, you’re so kriffing tight,» he hissed, lips blindly seeking yours, «loosen up a bit for me, sugar, or it will end before it had even begun, you feel so damn good...»

Gently, Cobb slipped his arms under your thighs, spreading them some more, drawing his hips back before driving them forward again, slowly, carefully, but deeper than before. Then again. And again. «Gonna make you take more, don’t you worry babygirl, gonna make you take all of it.»

You moaned, aroused beyond belief by the idea of being full of him and then it hit you: it didn’t hurt anymore. You opened your eyes to meet Cobb’s, the beginning of a smile starting to form on your face, but it morphed into a surprised «Oh...» when you felt the grind of his pelvis against you.

Cobb was downright grinning at you, «There you go, sweetheart.» For one moment, you were simply stunned, trying to process that you were, at last, being one with your beloved Marshal; but then he started to draw his hips back, painfully slowly so, before going back the same fashion. Lazy, deep strokes, letting you feel every ridge, every twitch.

«Does that feel good, pretty baby?»

It did; so much that your brain just refused to cooperate anymore, happy to bath in euphoria. Who needed to talk when you could just feel that incredible?

«Answer me», Cobb punctuated his growl with a deeper, harsher thrust, and the loud, unashamed surprised moan that fell from your lips set him on fire. «Mmh, it did feel good, but you like it a little rougher, don’t you, love?»

Your helpless mewl and attempt to bury your face in the crook of his neck gave Cobb all the answers he needed. He shushed you, kissing the side of your forehead, «It’s alright, baby, I’m going to take care of you». And he did, he pounded into you, pushing against something absolutely mind-blowing, hungry for your cries and moans. Ravenous for the pleasure he was giving to you. Each thrust made heat curl into your belly, tension gathering and rising, pushing you toward the edge. It’s going to be a Hell of an orgasm, you can feel it. It’s just there, you can practically taste it.

«You gonna come for me, babygirl?» Cobb murmured in your mouth, just too enamoured with the eagerness you kiss him with to leave it alone, even for just a breath. You nod, feverishly seeking his lips before he starts to speak again, «Come on my cock, sweetheart, let me feel it. Let me feel you».

The tension in your lower belly morphed, once again, in warmth and this is it, pleasure rolled into you as your lower muscles clamped hard several times. Somewhere into your dopamine induced haze, you heard Cobb grunt something sounding like «Oh shit, maker...» just before he fills you, his cock twitching and pulsing heat inside you. As you both tried to pick your breathing up, you let the very tip of your digits run silly patterns up and down Cobb’s shoulders and back. You could feel goosebumps rise in your path, to your delight.

When the Marshal finally lifted his head out of the crook of your neck, the gaze he laid upon you was so tender, so full of adoration that it took your breath away. So you just closed your eyes and brang his forehead to yours, not moving, only letting the feel of him all around you permeate your everything.

«Stay with me?»

You wouldn’t be mad if he couldn’t for any reason, or if he didn’t want to. Heartbroken and sick with anxiety, yes, but not mad. You would try to understand and let him be, you would downplay it as much as you can, you would -

«I don’t intend to go anywhere anytime, soon or not, sweetheart, I promise.» And you swear you felt him blowing out the restless breath caught in his lungs in sync with you. And you kiss him, or maybe he’s the one kissing you. Who cares?

«All well considered...» You know he’s messing with you, the little shit, but you still give him a betrayed glare. «I think I should go to the bathroom in search of a soft cloth to wet with warm water, don’t you?»

Oh, he wants to be like this then... Alright.

«But, Cobb...», you stutter, eyes filled to the brim with fake tears, «You promised...»

Fairplay, the Marshal took on his verbal defeat with an amused snort and a kiss to your forehead before living the bed to join the bathroom, making sure the door stayed open between the two of you.

In the morning, the little party of villagers Cobb had enlisted to help him salvage a moisture extractor that had started to sink into the sand in a farm not far from Mos Pelgo was very surprised to not find their Marshal waiting for them just outside of the cantina as soon as the first of the two suns started to rise upon the horizon, and even more to see him leaving your house, his shirt inside-out and hopping on one foot, busy to try to shove the second one into a recalcitrant boot. And you, dishevelled and wrapped in your gown, laughing on your threshold.

That, you know it would never change: putting a smile on your face, Cobb Vanth would never, ever failed to.

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Cobb Vanth: Come on, I wasn't that drunk last night.

Din Djarin: You were flirting with Y/N.

Cobb Vanth: So what? They're my partner.

Din Djarin: You asked them if they were single.

Cobb Vanth:

Din Djarin And then you cried when they said they weren't.