#cobb vanth x you

[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

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[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.”

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[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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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.

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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.

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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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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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your wry smile answers his question.

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

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

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

Okay. Just breathe.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then his eyes opened.

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

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

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

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

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

“Look at me.”

And so you do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not mad at me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A mistake?”

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

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

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

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

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

“No. How could I?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I always will.” You replied.

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

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[jangosweat]

Kinktober 2022

STAR WARS EDITION!

Obviously all this is going to be NSFW 18+ ONLY, reader discretion is advised! I've always wanted to try out a challenge and have been fooling around with these prompts so we'll see how far I get!

Day 1 (first time) & 2 (thigh riding)

First time (f oral) with Boba Fett

It's hot, it's so hot even the walls were wet. It felt like you were on fire, limbs and mouths colliding and warping around each other, Boba made a thick sound that vibrated right through your chest beneath him. You sighed and arched up into him, cupping the back of his scarred, bald head.

"Let me taste you." He mused into the side of your neck, after he licked around the shell of your ear, moaning how good you felt.

Your heart stopped at his request. "You already are."

Fett pushed up and gave you a smile, one that held planets worth of information and unheard of acts. "Not up here little one..." he tapped your chin and thumbed down your bottom lip, he couldn't take his deep eyes away from you. You felt your mouth began to open like a little when he trailed it down your neck, over your breast, and hip to settle between your legs. "Here."

Oh.

"Um-- are you sure?" You winced as your words tried to tangle themselves into ropes of unethical.

"Of course cyar'ika, why wouldn't I be?" He looked confused.

"I don't know I just uh, I don't know." You shrugged a little, wiggling when the hand on your sex grew hotter, the blunt palm of his hand pressing a little firmer. 

Boba made a clicking sound and nodded. "Princess... has no one tasted you before?"

You covered your face with your hands and shook your head. "That's embarrassing. I'm not used to being cared for, like that. I'm used to being used I guess."

"What a shame, gorgeous thing like you should be worshipped, lost in the throws of unpredictable passion and desire. Lucky for you princess, if you say the word I will gladly show you the way."

Stars would he really do that for you? you're not the kind of girl to write home about in the bedroom, you know what you're doing and you've done it for others but... once your lover was satisficed it was always a quick switch to the old in out, in out. You licked your lips when you thought of Boba pressing his mouth, the one that drove you wild up top, below the belt. So you swallowed and gently nodded when he pulled your hands away. 

"Yes, yes Boba."

"Say it princess." Boba pressed.

"I-- I want you to taste me."

"You have no idea how happy you make me, little one. I'll be good to you, I promise." 

Boba Fett kept his word, true to it too. Fuck was it good, you felt as if you'd run across hot coals. He was careful removing your underwear, moving the skirt of your dress aside and slid down your body. 

His mouth was incredible, as if it wouldn't be. Your hands found his head as he tongued through your folds, groaning and making these pornographic and vulgar sounds as if you were the best thing on any menu, in any galaxy, on any fucking planet. So much so that on impulse you sat up on your elbows, watching him with skill and precision as he did for any bounty, lick and suck at your most sensitive bits.

With the change of position felt, Boba looked up, arms looped around your open legs, hands holding you open, fingers dangerously close to sneaking inside your cunt. With a wild moan of your own, seeing your slick arousal grace his face you clenched around nothing.

"Am I being good to you, little one? how does it feel?" Boba licked his lips but didn't clean anything away.

Out of breath and insanely turned on you cupped his face with a sex-drunk smile. "Keep going."

Boba chuckled, not having to be told twice and went back to your pleasure.

Thigh riding with Cobb Vanth

Vanth was busier than usual, that damn Krayt dragon had been rippling and tearing through town as if it had a job or somewhere very important to be. He'd laid out given cartography parchments damn daily, holopads were on a two minute delay most days which frustrated him more than he'd admit to. Downing shots of brilliant blue spotchka like it was water.

Which in turn left you lonely, deposited on the side lines to watch. With his brow furrowed, eyes scanning blueprints and depth levels. He'd give you a glance or two as you polished weapons and pitched in with the townsfolk though the only thing that was missing was his gaze on you, his hands, his mouth, his attention. 

You frowned.

In the orange glow of your hut you bounced your leg, watching Cobb bite his lip as he looked at another map.

"Something on your mind there, chief?" Cobb drawled, not even looking at you, he had eyes in the back of his head or so he liked to say. No one could get the draw on this marshal.

"You've replaced me with maps." You pouted.

Cobb sighed, not annoyed or less pleased but he knew what you meant and that was the sound of his agreement. He sat back from the scrolls and tech pads, placing one hand on his thigh and holding out the other to you. "Come on now hun, if you've got the patience than I've got the time."

You wiped that pout from your face and jumped at the chance for some much need attention. Scurrying over you took his hand and climbed on his lap, thick and sturdy legs opened to occupy your frame. He held you close, rubbing his beard against the supple skin of your cheek and neck as you wrapped your arms around him.

When he repositioned one of his legs you mewled, accidently.

Cobb noticed and pulled your face back to eye you. "And just what was that, cutie?"

You opened your mouth and when he did it again, lifting you up just enough the gruff fabric of his pants you made a similar sound.

"Is that so?" Cobb smiled and rubbed his nose against your own, breathing you in, carefully moving you just off to the side so you sat solely on one thick, meaty thigh of the law. "How about this... you get that body of yours moving, however you want darlin', get yourself all worked up and I'll take you to bed and finish you off. How about that? wanna' try it out? ride this big thigh for a bit, yeah? how about it?"

Your hasty movement to center your middle over the closest leg and the seductive chuckle he let you had you willing and eager.

Tagging: @thefact0rygirl @janghoefett @bobafetts-princess @mysticalgalaxysalad

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #boba fett x you #boba fett x female reader #cobb vanth x you #cobb vanth x female reader

[ashyyslashy]

Deal: Cobb Vanth x Fem! Reader

Part Two

You get more than you asked for when you visit a recovering Cobb Vanth under the care of The Modifier. 

warnings: language 

word count: 1,092

He looked so feeble, you noted, as your eyes raked over his body. His tall, slender frame was entombed in the bacta pod, his chest weakly rising and falling: the only sign that he was still alive. His features were utterly serene. Nothing like the fearsome Marshal Cobb Vanth you’d heard tell of. 

A few hours ago, you’d been having a drink at a local cantina with The Modifier. You’d seen him as a potential client, but unlike most of the men you encountered, he had the upper hand: he didn’t appear to be swayed by you. Yet his company wasn't a complete waste of time. Several glasses in, when rational thinking had all but left him, he let slip as to who he’d taken under his wing. You knew a few people in the spice trade and thus bore witness to their complaints about the formidable Marshal of Freetown, a man who refused to let spice enter his domain under any circumstance, no matter the measures he had to take. You were certain they would have jumped at the opportunity to take revenge upon him in his weakened state, and with the new information you’d just received, there were undeniably a few credits in it for you. So you feigned a sudden interest in The Modifier’s work, and he led you back to his workshop and right to Vanth- so you could watch his process, of course, but your companion had passed out soon thereafter. 

But now, seeing the frail Marshal below you eradicated all the lucrative thoughts you had previously entertained. You weren’t going to hurt him. Or sell him out. You talked a big game, but there was no way you had it in you to kick a man when he was down. Still, you couldn’t leave empty-handed, not after all the work you’d put in to get here. You didn’t particularly like thieving, but you had to eat somehow, especially when your intended client didn’t bite. You combed the surrounding area for anything that appeared valuable but somewhat replaceable- you still had a moral compass, after all, and you didn’t want to take anything important that might cost Vanth his life. You stuffed all the loot down your shirt, and made your way towards the door. But you couldn’t leave. Curiosity about Vanth lingered, gnawing at you.

You found yourself in front of the bacta pod again, staring down at his sleeping form. Your fingers unconsciously moved towards the control panel. The pod’s window slowly lowered, exposing his submerged form to the air. You gingerly dipped your fingers into the gelatinous substance, and in a bold decision spurred by your current blood-alcohol content, you placed your hand on the bearded skin of his face. Before you could even process why you were leaning over him in such an intimate way, he bristled and a hand flew up to grab your wrist. You let out a muted cry of shock. His eyes hadn’t even opened. 

You tried to wrench your hand away, but he held it tight. He turned his head with some effort and his eyes flew open to appraise you.

“Who are you?” he asked, his voice rough and heavy with sleep.

“I was just leaving,” you responded hurriedly, unsuccessfully fighting against his grip again. 

“You’re not him,” he mused. Clearly. “I haven’t seen anyone else in weeks.” 

“Okay, uh, I’m sorry- touching you, that was creepy of me. I overstepped a boundary. But can you just let me go?” 

“Tell me why you’re here,” he said, finally relaxing his grip. Every sentence he spoke seemed to drain him. 

You decided to go with a somewhat truthful answer, yanking your hand back. “He mentioned that he was, uh, modding you. And I’ve heard talk of you. I guess I wanted to see you in person.” The words all ran together. 

A faint grin danced across his lips. “Well, I’m flattered, darlin’. But I’m not so sure he’d want you doin’ all this.” He nodded towards the stolen items you had sloppily hidden, currently bulging out the front of your shirt. “In fact, I’d be willin’ to bet he wouldn’t take your interference too kindly.” 

You stared back at him blankly, trying to remain composed. 

He closed his eyes again. “I’ll make you a deal. I won’t breathe a word of this to Mr. Modifier, but I need something in return.”

Your heart sank. What was he going to ask for? Maybe you should have just sold out this bastard when you had the chance and taken your shit, instead of stopping to caress him like a damn lover. 

“What?” you replied harshly. 

“Relax. I just want your company, is all. And for you to bring me back some of that loot you steal. You’d drop dead if you saw what he feeds me.”

“I don’t know what you’re trying to say.”

“Come on, darlin’. You know where I am. It wouldn’t be too much of an inconvenience to come back here a few times, and with food fit for people, not womp rats.”

“If you’re trying to get me to make love to you, I’m going to have to charge for that.”

He chuckled, a sound which quickly devolved into a grating cough. “Wouldn’t do that to you. Don’t think I could, in this state anyway. Guess I just want someone to talk to. Modifier doesn’t have the greatest bedside manner.” 

You considered the offer. To be honest, you probably could have gotten away with the robbery, even if Vanth did rat you out. You never used your real name when courting clients, and ordinarily, you wouldn’t be done up in this much makeup and sporting a vibrant wig. Plus, you’d chosen this particular cantina for a reason- you’d gained sufficient favor with the workers, so much so that they wouldn’t divulge you or your business dealings. There was no way The Modifier would know enough to track you down. Most importantly, he was so drunk he’d probably forget most of the previous night when he woke up with an inevitable splitting headache. 

But you couldn’t deny that you were intrigued by Vanth. It didn’t hurt that he was incredibly handsome, in a rugged sort of way. And you had to admit, it would be nice to have a conversation with someone that wasn’t slanted to sexually benefit them and financially benefit you.

So, against your better judgment, you hesitantly extended your hand to the man, bracing for him to grab it again.

“You have a deal.”

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[wild-karrde]

For Fandom Friday….

This lovely SFW Cobb Vanth x F!reader fic by @nahoney22 …that has a little angst and a lot of love that just melted my heart…🫠🫠🥰🥰 💗💗💗

Link here

Oooooh! I have admittedly not read a whole lot of Cobb Canth fic, but this one is so sweet. I love the concept of reader returning to their hometown only to find out that Cobb's been injured, and the reunion is JUST SO SWEET (nothing like a good 'I almost died so we should smooch' trope hehe). It's so lovely. Thanks for the rec!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

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[theidiotwhowritesthings]

In a Perfect World, You Love Me [ii]

din djarin x female!reader

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

word count: 2,904

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

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

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

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

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

“Mesh’la.”

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

“What’s wrong?” He pressed.

“Just…” You paused. “Bad dream.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m so sorry.” You mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah. And?”

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

Vanth shrugged. “Safe assumption.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you…ready to go?” Mando asked.

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

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

“Mesh’la.”

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

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

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

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

Your eyes widened. “What?”

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

“I… I guess.”

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

“Mesh’la⏤”

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

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

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

“Stop⏤”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mando?” You mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good. Remind me some more.”

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[xxlumos]

Autumn vibes in the cantina 🍂

As the zines are shipped out, I can finally post my piece for @dincobbzine , so here it is! My theme was autumn, so I went with an orange color palette and let them craft some chestnut figurines with Grogu 🧡

#Overall I love how it turned out and I hope you do too #can’t wait to see and hold the zine in real life finally 🫶🏻 #dincobb #the mandalorian #din djarin #cobb vanth #din djarin x cobb vanth #dincobb zine #myart #illustration #Art #digital art #star wars #grogu

[flightlessangelwings]

What Our Scars Remind Us

Cobb Vanth x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 1.4k

Prompt: kissing their bruises and scars (requested by anon for my 3k follower celebration)

Warnings: post Book of Boba Fett season 1 finale, injury, mention of past capture, established relationship 

Notes: This one felt appropriate to post on May the 4th! And I added some backstory to this one and if y’all like this, I can write a prequel to this too! Thank you anon for the request, I really enjoyed writing this!! And I went with Cobb getting a mechanical arm for this since it fit well with what I had in my head. 

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The soft bubble of the bacta tank hummed as you sat beside it. You hadn’t moved for Maker knows how long, too scared that something would happen if you did. Your reflection on the glass stared back at you; your red eyes and tear-stained face mocked you as you looked past it. Helpless to do more than keep him company, you hoped that the love of your life would pull through and open his eyes once more.

“Cobb Vanth, you better come back to me,” you whispered. Maker, how you missed that devilishly handsome smile of his.

It was the middle of the night one night when the tank beeped and drained on its own. You had fallen asleep in the chair beside him, but shot awake in an instant at the slightest noise. The force at which you stood up almost knocked you over, but you kept your balance as you hovered over the healing tank as it popped open.

The man inside lay still for several long, agonizing moments and you watched with bated breath. The only comfort was the slow rise and fall of his chest, which told you Cobb wasn’t dead. The room stayed painfully still as your eyes bore into his features. Fresh scars decorated Cobb’s face and chest, but none of that mattered to you. All you wanted was him back and ok.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Cobb’s muscles twitched and with a low groan, he slowly blinked his eyes open. He looked incredibly pale, and the expression on his face told you he was still in a lot of pain, but he was back. He was here, alive, with you.

The moment his eyes focused and landed on you, Cobb smiled, “Well ain’t you a sight for sore eyes,” his voice was hoarse but he tried his best to put on his usual charm for you.

“Fuck,” you breathed in relief as you lunged forward and wrapped your arms around him, “I was so worried,” you couldn’t stop the tears that fell from your eyes.

He hissed in pain for a moment, but your embrace was more than welcome, “I’m sorry, baby,” Cobb wrapped one of his arms around you. His grip was soft- his strength having not returned yet- but you felt the emotion still. The two of you stayed like that for some time and just savored the embrace of the other. He placed feather-light kisses on the side of your face as you sobbed against him and whispered sweet nothings in your ear to remind you that he was here.

“Hey baby,” Cobb said, “Can you help me up? This thing isn’t the most comfortable here,” he added with a soft chuckle.

“Sure,” you replied as you broke away from his hug and wiped away a stray tear.

Carefully, you took his hand and pulled him upright until he was seated on the surface of the open bacta tank. You were soaking wet from pressing yourself against him, but you didn’t care. Once Cobb was comfortable, you sat down next to him and looked him over once more.

Cobb seemed lost in thought as he looked down at the changes to his body. The last thing he remembered was being face to face with a stranger in the middle of town, then suddenly a flash of white-hot pain, your voice screaming his name, then blackness. He never expected to wake from his coma with a mechanical arm and he opened and closed his new fist a few times to get used to the sensation.

You watched with a heavy gaze as you wondered what went through his mind, but you let him process the change for several moments before you broke the silence, “Cobb…?”

He turned to you and his face immediately softened when he looked into your eyes, “It’s alright, sugar,” he knew what that look meant. He knew you always worried for him, and you looked out for him just as much as he looked out for you, “Come here,” he opened his arms for you.

Without hesitation, you leaned into his embrace, happy to just be in Cobb’s arms once more. But, the soft moment didn’t last as his new arm squeezed you tighter than he meant to. You let out a small squeal, more of surprise than pain, and he immediately pulled back.

“Sorry baby,” he immediately apologized as he looked down at his hands, “Guess I gotta get used to this thing, huh?”

“I’m alright,” you reassured him as your eyes trailed down from his face to his chest.

The scar there was prominent, and you knew by the look on Cobb’s face that it bothered him. Without a word, you reached out and gently ghosted your singer over the scar where flesh met machine. His breath hitched in his throat, but you didn’t pull back. Carefully, you massaged over the scar there, hoping that you could bring him at least a little relief.

Your next move surprised Cobb even more. You leaned in and placed a soft kiss on the scar where your fingers just were. He stayed still in shock as you gently kissed your way up along the scar while your hand ran down his mechanical arm and took his hand.

“I’m grateful for this scar,” you whispered as you kissed your way up the side of his neck and to his cheek, “Because it means you came back to me,” your lips hovered over his before you placed a more heated kiss there.

Cobb moaned into your mouth as he eagerly recropriated your kiss and held your hand tightly. This time, he had more control over it and you only sighed contently. He reached up and cupped your face with his free hand and embraced you once more.

“Baby,” he murmured against your lips, “I’d be the biggest idiot in the galaxy to not come back to you.”

At that, you couldn’t help but giggle softly. Cobb Vanth was always effortly charming, even when he had just come back from the brink of death. But he was a good man, and he would do anything to protect you and the town he loved so much, and that was part of why you fell so hard for him. And Maker, did you miss his wit too.

“By the way,” his tone turned more serious as the two of you settled in each other’s arms again, “Where even are we?”

You knew the question was coming, and you knew he would be shocked at the answer, “Boba’s palace.”

You felt his heartbeat quicken as you leaned against his chest, “You mean Jabba’s old palace?” Cobb’s grip on you tightened.

“It’s ok,” you quickly reassured him, “Boba Fett is a good man. It was his idea to use his bacta tank to heal you. I’m ok here.”

This was a place you honestly didn’t think you would ever return to. After spending years trapped here under Jabba the Hutt, you escaped one night and found yourself in the middle of the Tatooine desert. That was how you met Cobb Vanth; he saved you from the elements and kept you safe and hidden. He was the only one who knew the whole truth about where you came from, and since the town trusted their Marshal’s judgment, no one ever pried further. But, the longer you stayed with him, the more you fell for him. And he was nearly instantly smitten by you, which is why he felt the need to protect you.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered in your ear. Cobb knew it must have been difficult for you to be back here, even if management had changed for the better. Too many horrible memories echoed within these walls. And especially since he wasn’t awake to keep you safe, he couldn’t imagine what went through your head to come back here.

“I’m ok, Cobb,” you repeated, “We’re ok,” you gave him a tight squeeze, “I was just so worried about you. I thought I’d lost you there.” You absent-mindedly traced patterns along the scar on his chest as you listened to his heartbeat. The heartbeat that reminded you that your Cobb was here. That was all you needed.

“I’m alright, sweetheart,” he kissed the top of your head, “We’re alright,” his words echoed yours and you both believed the other. As long as you had each other, you both knew that everything would be alright in the end. The two of you, side by side, like it was meant to be.

#cobb vanth x reader #cobb vanth #cobb vanth x you #cobb vanth imagine #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fic #the book of boba fett #timothy olyphant #star wars fanfiction #star wars fic #star wars #star wars imagine #tbobf fanfiction #the book of boba fett fic #the mandalorian fanfic #the mandalorian fanfiction #the book of boba fett fanfic #tbobf fanfic #jeys3k

[make-me-imagine]

Worried

Prompt: "You almost died and you're making jokes?" Requested By: @spuffyfan394

Plot: Y/n is worried after Cobb is shot by Cad Bane; and stays by his side back in Boba Fetts palace, waiting for him to wake up.

Pairing: Cobb Vanth x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of gunfire and injuries. Spoilers for The Book of Boba Fett Finale Episode.

Words: 697

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo Star Wars/Mandalorian Taglist: @hoeforthefictional

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You watched with baited breath, gripping the post in front of you. Cobb and the stranger were staring each other down. Their hands hovering over their holstered blasters.

For a moment, Cobb's eyes flicked past the strangers shoulder, meeting yours. He could see the fear in your eyes. Winking, to reassure you, you let out a breath, feeling your worries barely alleviated.

Seeing movement nearby, you looked towards the deputy, as he stood impatiently nearby. Seeing him getting ready to reach for his blaster, your eyes widened. At the same time, Cobb noticed the deputies movements, distracting him.

You felt your heart stop as the stranger fired, striking Cobb in the shoulder, before he could get his own blaster out. The stranger turned and fired at the deputy, again and again. You opened your mouth to call out, but your words died on your lips. You stared at Cobbs motionless body.

When he was done, the stranger looked around, his eyes passing over you briefly. You felt rage rocket through you, but pushed it away.

His voice called out, echoing through the town. "Tatooine belongs to the syndicate. As long as the spice keeps running, everyone will be left alone." Turning, the stranger walked back out into the desert.

Once he was past you, you quickly ran to Cobb's side. Tears were welling in your eyes as you turned him onto his back, lying his head in your lap. His breath was baited, and slow.

"Cobb?" You whispered, hoping his eyes would flutter open, that he would make a sound. "Cobb?" You whispered, stifling a shaky sob.

When he made no movement and no sound, you looked out at the sandy plane, as the man disappeared into the dusty distance. You glared, feeling anger pulse through you again. Looking down at Cobb, you pressed your forehead against his.

You would not let them get away with this. You would not let their terror rule over you. You would help the Mandalorian and Boba Fett, and you would see this stranger get what he deserved.

- - - - - - - -

You stared down at Cobb, his breathing was steady, and his shoulder healed. Boba Fett brought in a specialist, to alter his shoulder that had been damaged. You wondered how he would react when he woke to find his altered state.

Looking around the room, you thought back on everything that had happened.

You and the others from Freetown came to Boba Fett's aid against the Syndicate. In return for your help, he helped to heal Cobb. He had yet to wake since the day the stranger, who you now knew as Cad Bane, had shot him down.

Lost in thought, you didn't notice Cobb's eyes flutter open. Looking around, his eyes landed on you, as you stood over him, your face pensive.

"Hey you." He muttered out.

Your eyes shot down at the sound of his voice. "Cobb" You said breathless as a smile formed on your face. You placed your hand on the top of his head, running your fingers through his damp hair. "How are you feeling?"

"Uh...alright I think. What the hell happened?"

"It's a long story, but, the ending is, that Boba Fett lent the use of his Bacta tank to heal you. But..."

"But?"

"But, they had to add alterations to your shoulder."

He furrowed his brow before looking down at his shoulder. Reaching his hand up he gripped it, and rolled it, feeling an unusual tightness within, noting the lack of discomfort. "Well. With this, maybe next time I'll be able to reach my blaster faster"

You let out a huff of breath and rolled your eyes with a shake of the head. "You almost died and you're making jokes?"

He gave you a tired smirk before reaching over and grabbing your hand. "I'm sorry. But hey. I'm okay. Right?"

You smiled down at him. "Yeah, you're okay. But you had me worried."

Reaching up, he gently cupped your face. "When don't I worry you?"

Leaning down you hovered above his face. "Never." After pressing a soft, quick kiss to his lips, you rested your forehead on his.

"Now-" he began, "Tell me this 'long story.'"

xx End xx

Unfortunately I could not think of a great idea for this, buuut, I hope you like it.

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[mandoloriancookie]

I totally see Din Djarin having a beer in the cockpit.

His over everyone shit.

#boba fett #din djaren #the mandolarian #din dijarin fanfiction #din dijarin x reader #din djarin #mando x you #paz vizsla #cobb vanth #din darjin

[ashyyslashy]

Deal: Cobb Vanth x Fem!Reader Pt. 2

Part One

Part Three

Per your agreement with Cobb Vanth to keep him company as he regains his strength, a blossoming friendship- and flirtation- grows between you and the Marshal.

warnings: language

word count: 1,030

The Modifier had definitely ramped up his security since your last visit- it had taken far too long for you to bypass all his safeguards. You couldn't say you blamed him. Eventually, you found yourself crawling through a suffocatingly tight space before you emerged in his workroom. 

The sight of a sleeping Vanth in the bacta pod instantly caused a surge of excitement to flow through you. You removed the pouch that you’d tucked into your pants, filled with swiped meat and bread. Unsure of how to approach the man, you slowly made your way towards the pod, raising your hand to gently rap on the top. No response. 

Finding the control panel, you cautiously opened the lid. He still appeared completely unconscious. Knowing him, he was most likely faking. 

“Vanth?” you whispered. “It’s me. Wake up.”

He stirred, groaning. His eyes eased open. “I couldn’t tell when you didn’t start stroking my face.” 

“Shut it. I brought you food.” 

“Appreciate it, darlin’,” he said, a genuine smile spreading across his face. His raspy voice did things to you that you tried to ignore. “Do you mind if I dry my hands on your shirt?”

“I do, but just go ahead.” 

He leaned himself up with some effort, wiping the bacta on his hands onto the fabric. You placed the pouch into his open palms, and the two of you sat in silence for a moment as he dug into the food like a man starved. After a few moments, you realized how intently you’d been staring at the veins in his hands that flexed with his every movement. Maker. 

“I never got your name,” he mused.

At this, you deliberated for several seconds. You concluded it was probably best to keep your real name from him, so you gave him the moniker that all your clients knew you as.

“Eve.”

“Cobb Vanth. Although I assume you already knew that.”

“I did, Marshal.” 

“Well, I guess calling me by that title works too.”

You were anticipating his next question. 

“So, what do you do for a living?” he asked. “Besides rob people blind?”

You scoffed. “I did not rob him blind. His stuff’ll turn up eventually. At an inflated price.” 

Vanth laughed. “Alright, sweetheart. That still doesn’t answer my question.”

You hesitated. Might as well just rip the bandage off. “I’m an escort, if you want me to use the less crass word for it.” 

“Hey, no judgment here, crass or not. It’s none of my business how you earn your money. Well, most of the time.” He threw you a pointed look.

“Listen, that night wasn’t my finest moment. Did you not ask me to steal the spoils you’re currently enjoying, anyway?” you replied, accusatory.

“You’d be right. But I’m desperate. I’ve realized I just have to set my moral compass aside for the time being.”

You snorted. “Do you know when he’ll be done? With all this?” you asked, gesturing to his body.

“Don’t have the faintest idea. He’s been as vague as possible. Not much of a talker,” he responded, sighing. “Hopefully soon, but a blaster wound isn’t the easiest to heal from.” He winced, as if to emphasize his point.  

“But I got you to keep me company now,” he added after a moment.

You cocked an eyebrow, ignoring the internal reaction you’d just had. “Through blackmail.”

“I told you. Desperate. I wouldn’t have said shit either way, to be honest with you. And I barely had anything to tell him that he couldn’t try to piece together on his own. Still, you came back.” 

“Yeah. I did. Maybe I wanted company too.” 

He grinned. “Nah, I think you got a soft spot for me. You could’ve brought an army of people in here who’d be all too happy to take advantage of the fact that I can barely leave this pod.” 

“You fail to realize that I can hold that over your head, Marshal.”

His lips quirked up into another smile. “Fair enough, then.”

He looked into your eyes for a moment too long, clearing his throat. “Forgive me for asking, but how did you get into the whole escorting business?” 

“You’re alright. I mean, it’s a fairly typical story. Poor upbringing, easy way to make money, haven’t quite gotten out of it even after so many years. Old habits die hard, I guess. What about you?”

“How’d I become an escort?” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You know what I meant. Although I could help you get into it, if you’re interested.”

“Oh, they wouldn’t be ready for me, sweetheart,” he joked. You hated that the suggestive comment made butterflies settle in your stomach. 

Pausing as if to let you compose yourself, he continued, “Typical story as well. Always considered myself a good leader, and the people of Mos Pelgo- Freetown now- needed protecting. Thought I could be the man for the job.” 

“Do you have family in Freetown? A girl?” You cringed at how obvious the latter part of your inquiry sounded. 

His expression remained impassive. “Just me. But the people there are my family.”

“I bet you're anxious to get back to them.”  

He nodded. You briefly studied his pale, exhausted face- the deep-set dark circles under his brown eyes, the curve of his sunken cheekbones, his angular jawline that had become enveloped by the black suit he was fully covered in from his feet to his neck. Your fascination was broken as his features contorted into a long, catlike yawn, his eyes sliding shut for a beat. 

“You should rest now,” you said softly.

“What, you trying to make your exit?” He almost looked hurt.

“No, of course not, but I can see you're about to fall asleep. And you need to heal.” 

“Alright, darlin’. I believe you.” He paused. “I’ll see you, I hope.”

“Bye, Marshal. I’ll be back soon. I promise,” you reassured him, returning the pouch to your waistband. You were on your way back to the claustrophobic entry you’d shimmied yourself into, when he called out after you. 

“Eve?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Thanks for lookin’ out, sweetheart. You’re real cute.”

The comment didn’t leave your mind the whole way home.

#timothy olyphant #cobb vanth #cobb vanth x reader #cobb vanth x you #space cowboy #space daddy #star wars #the mandalorian #the book of boba fett

[omaano]

A pair of cowboys, just chilling for @manofbeskar's DTIYS on IG

#the mandalorian #dincobb #marshmando #cobb vanth #din djarin #star wars #the mandalorian fanart #my art #marshalorian #din x cobb #digital art #guess who forgot to mark the deadline for this in their calendar and thought they had 2 extra days to work on this but was ultimately wrong #I'm ultimately VERY proud #especially for the angle #everybody say thank you orville peck for that photo and pose ref for Cobb #that forced me to figure this one out at this angle for Din as well #because for the first time i finally felt like i CAN in fact draw (and not just copy poses that I see)