Cobb Vanth is a washed up rodeo cowboy who makes his living off of cattle and managing a small dude ranch. Missing life on the circuit, he leaves his dusty New Mexico ranch for the well trodden path of the Camino de Santiago, the Way of St. James.
For over a thousand years, the Camino de Santiago has offered travelers of all walks of life time to reflect upon its sprawling pathways over Spain, France, and Portugal. For a month's time, Cobb will find himself walking the way of the pilgrims to Santiago de Compostela, questioning his own desires when he comes across Father Din Djarin, a Catholic priest out of El Paso who has likewise felt the call of St. James.
Together, crossing hundreds of miles along the countryside of Portugal, Cobb will be tested physically, emotionally, and spiritually as he questions who he is now and who he is meant to be.
i've been finally picking away at my Camino au again and i'm quite content with the progress i've made so far
anyway. it's middle-aged crisis cowboy Cobb going on a soul searching journey via the El Camino from Portugal to Spain. he meets father Din, a charismatic yet quietly suffering Catholic priest
at this point in the story, Din and Cobb have finally shared their first kiss (not sharing that just yet lol) and this is the morning after
--
The bed is warm, gently so, when Cobb wakes the next morning. Light creeps through the curtains not quite covering the balcony door but it is far from intrusive.
As Cobb wakes, the vestiges of some barely remembered dream fading from his mind, his eyes fall to the man in front of him. From this close up, he can see how the sun has tarnished the ends of Din's hair to a warm brown, while his roots are dark, like healthy, rain soaked soil in the Kentucky of Cobb's childhood.
He wonders how it would feel in his hands, coarse and wiry after a near month on the road and access to the bare minimum of hair care.
He wishes to press himself to Din's back and mould his body to Din's. He wants to breathe him in, feel his hair against his face, press his lips to Din's nape and hold him until the day eventually calls upon them to rise
He wishes a great many of things, but he dares to reach out and bush two of his knuckles against Din's back, dragging along the soft cotton of his shirt. Din's response is a full body shiver before he twists onto his back, his features concerned and confused at first before he stretches out upon the bed
this is meant to be a potential follow up to this fic which i intend on seeing through so expect a full fic ??? soon
it gets right into the sexy times so it's going under a read more
the vibes will be big dick Cobb and pillow princess Din.... eventually
"I'll take your cock into my mouth and slip two fingers into your ass to get you ready for me."
Din moans on the other end, a breathy little thing that Cobb eagerly swallows.
"I'd have to get you off at least once before you're even ready for my cock. Get you all relaxed and soft. And after you've come down my throat, I'd get your legs around my hips and--"
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
"Shit," Cobb swears.
"What?" Din says, breathless. "What is it?"
Cobb can only imagine what the Mandalorian looks like now. His flushed skin, warm as his heart pumps more voraciously to fill his cock. Talking over comms only enables so much during moments of intimacy as Cobb hurriedly sets his feet on the ground to slip back into his work denim, sans briefs.
The knock continues, and in Mos Pelgo, most don't bother him off the clock, so it must be an emergency.
"Someone's at the door," he says. "I'll have to bail early."
He hears Din sigh heavily on his ends and Cobb can feel his disappointment.
They both click off, and Cobb, with his rapidly flagging erection, pulls on a shirt that hands low on his thighs to cover what remains of his arousal. And good thing, too, because when he opens the door, he finds his deputy, Jo, on the other side of it. As part of her training, she takes the graveyard shifts until two in the morning before heading in for the night. They have better boundary alarms now than they used to, but a bit of time is needed to ensure people make it home safely.
"What is it?" he asks.
Job's brow wrinkles in a sign of distaste. "Did I catch you at a bad time?"
He rolls his eyes and jams his feet into his boots. "What do you need?"
dincobb, FWB prelude, i wrote this probably 5 years ago and dropped it for whatever reason, but i stand by a lot of what Cobb is in this
Mandalorian, pre-canon, Tatooine, featuring probably sex worker Cobb
--
Tatooine is a hotbed for bounties. Din learns this early in his career. He also learns of the other things Tatooine has to offer.
"You're looking lonely, hunter."
There's a long line of a man in a doorway of the many stone and mud huts that make up this part of the city. His hair has a sort of spiked quality to it, and his eyes are sharp and forward. It reminds Din of a predator's gaze, and isn't by the man's growing smile, teeth that appear all too sharp.
Din knows little of Tatooine's people other than the majority are downtrodden in many ways, displaced and forced together, but the harsh environment has been known to breed harsh creatures.
"Are you asking for something?" Din says, attempting to keep his voice low, cold, impassable.
"I might be." The man sets a hand on his hip as he leans against the door frame. " i got a lot of things I can give."
From the cut of his figure and the slip of skin exposed at his waist, din can rightly guess what this man has to offer.
He crosses the street. "How much?"
"Depends on what you ask for." The man's eyes wander over Din's body, likely assessing the value of what he carries. The only pure beskar he has is his helm and any who has dared try touching it never lived to tell the tale. "Depends on how much time an important person like you has."
He stretches out his hand as if to caress Din's breastplate, but Din takes a step back, and the man's hand falls, but his gaze, sharp and undettered, remains.
Hunts are long and lonely, Din's discovered. There's a difference between the intimacy he receives at the Covert with those of the Creed and the type this man is offering.
"I don't have much time," Din says, thinking he might talk himself out of it.
"Strike you a deal then. Half price." The man winks.
"I have a . . . lot of stipulations."
"Good for me I'm a great listener." There's all those teeth again.
A part of him wants to know how sharp this man is. If he's as much of a predator as he seems.
"You seem like you bite."
There's a flash of incisors as the man chuckles. "Now what gives you that impression? Tell you what, hunter, I'll suck you off for half, hm? How does that sound."
He stretches out his hand again and Din lets a solitary finger drift along his bandolier. He then sinks it into an empty slot, and Din allows himself to be pulled into the single room dwelling.
It is sparse, functional, and no perceivable threat as Din toggles the settings on his helmet to scan the walls for any hidden mass. He finds none.
"You like what you see?" the man says as his hands trail to Din's waist, seeking out buckles to relieve and release. He nearly gets a hand on Din's holster and Din grabs his wrist.
"Not that."
"Anything for you." He watches the man sink to his knees and peel apart layers to remove Din's codpiece, freeing his soft cock.
A little something made in honor of the new movie, which has NOT left me head. It was such a masterpiece I love my family so much😭 I hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day/night💜
i've been finally picking away at my Camino au again and i'm quite content with the progress i've made so far
anyway. it's middle-aged crisis cowboy Cobb going on a soul searching journey via the El Camino from Portugal to Spain. he meets father Din, a charismatic yet quietly suffering Catholic priest
at this point in the story, Din and Cobb have finally shared their first kiss (not sharing that just yet lol) and this is the morning after
--
The bed is warm, gently so, when Cobb wakes the next morning. Light creeps through the curtains not quite covering the balcony door but it is far from intrusive.
As Cobb wakes, the vestiges of some barely remembered dream fading from his mind, his eyes fall to the man in front of him. From this close up, he can see how the sun has tarnished the ends of Din's hair to a warm brown, while his roots are dark, like healthy, rain soaked soil in the Kentucky of Cobb's childhood.
He wonders how it would feel in his hands, coarse and wiry after a near month on the road and access to the bare minimum of hair care.
He wishes to press himself to Din's back and mould his body to Din's. He wants to breathe him in, feel his hair against his face, press his lips to Din's nape and hold him until the day eventually calls upon them to rise
He wishes a great many of things, but he dares to reach out and bush two of his knuckles against Din's back, dragging along the soft cotton of his shirt. Din's response is a full body shiver before he twists onto his back, his features concerned and confused at first before he stretches out upon the bed
this is meant to be a potential follow up to this fic which i intend on seeing through so expect a full fic ??? soon
it gets right into the sexy times so it's going under a read more
the vibes will be big dick Cobb and pillow princess Din.... eventually
"I'll take your cock into my mouth and slip two fingers into your ass to get you ready for me."
Din moans on the other end, a breathy little thing that Cobb eagerly swallows.
"I'd have to get you off at least once before you're even ready for my cock. Get you all relaxed and soft. And after you've come down my throat, I'd get your legs around my hips and--"
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
"Shit," Cobb swears.
"What?" Din says, breathless. "What is it?"
Cobb can only imagine what the Mandalorian looks like now. His flushed skin, warm as his heart pumps more voraciously to fill his cock. Talking over comms only enables so much during moments of intimacy as Cobb hurriedly sets his feet on the ground to slip back into his work denim, sans briefs.
The knock continues, and in Mos Pelgo, most don't bother him off the clock, so it must be an emergency.
"Someone's at the door," he says. "I'll have to bail early."
He hears Din sigh heavily on his ends and Cobb can feel his disappointment.
They both click off, and Cobb, with his rapidly flagging erection, pulls on a shirt that hands low on his thighs to cover what remains of his arousal. And good thing, too, because when he opens the door, he finds his deputy, Jo, on the other side of it. As part of her training, she takes the graveyard shifts until two in the morning before heading in for the night. They have better boundary alarms now than they used to, but a bit of time is needed to ensure people make it home safely.
"What is it?" he asks.
Job's brow wrinkles in a sign of distaste. "Did I catch you at a bad time?"
He rolls his eyes and jams his feet into his boots. "What do you need?"
dincobb, FWB prelude, i wrote this probably 5 years ago and dropped it for whatever reason, but i stand by a lot of what Cobb is in this
Mandalorian, pre-canon, Tatooine, featuring probably sex worker Cobb
--
Tatooine is a hotbed for bounties. Din learns this early in his career. He also learns of the other things Tatooine has to offer.
"You're looking lonely, hunter."
There's a long line of a man in a doorway of the many stone and mud huts that make up this part of the city. His hair has a sort of spiked quality to it, and his eyes are sharp and forward. It reminds Din of a predator's gaze, and isn't by the man's growing smile, teeth that appear all too sharp.
Din knows little of Tatooine's people other than the majority are downtrodden in many ways, displaced and forced together, but the harsh environment has been known to breed harsh creatures.
"Are you asking for something?" Din says, attempting to keep his voice low, cold, impassable.
"I might be." The man sets a hand on his hip as he leans against the door frame. " i got a lot of things I can give."
From the cut of his figure and the slip of skin exposed at his waist, din can rightly guess what this man has to offer.
He crosses the street. "How much?"
"Depends on what you ask for." The man's eyes wander over Din's body, likely assessing the value of what he carries. The only pure beskar he has is his helm and any who has dared try touching it never lived to tell the tale. "Depends on how much time an important person like you has."
He stretches out his hand as if to caress Din's breastplate, but Din takes a step back, and the man's hand falls, but his gaze, sharp and undettered, remains.
Hunts are long and lonely, Din's discovered. There's a difference between the intimacy he receives at the Covert with those of the Creed and the type this man is offering.
"I don't have much time," Din says, thinking he might talk himself out of it.
"Strike you a deal then. Half price." The man winks.
"I have a . . . lot of stipulations."
"Good for me I'm a great listener." There's all those teeth again.
A part of him wants to know how sharp this man is. If he's as much of a predator as he seems.
"You seem like you bite."
There's a flash of incisors as the man chuckles. "Now what gives you that impression? Tell you what, hunter, I'll suck you off for half, hm? How does that sound."
He stretches out his hand again and Din lets a solitary finger drift along his bandolier. He then sinks it into an empty slot, and Din allows himself to be pulled into the single room dwelling.
It is sparse, functional, and no perceivable threat as Din toggles the settings on his helmet to scan the walls for any hidden mass. He finds none.
"You like what you see?" the man says as his hands trail to Din's waist, seeking out buckles to relieve and release. He nearly gets a hand on Din's holster and Din grabs his wrist.
"Not that."
"Anything for you." He watches the man sink to his knees and peel apart layers to remove Din's codpiece, freeing his soft cock.
