#boba fett x gn!reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

bobathirstaccount · 2 years

Text

There Was An Attempt

Boba x GN!reader, fluff, no smut

Boba does his best to flirt with you (he may be slightly out of practice)

***

Boba smiled under his helmet as you spoke to him. You could be saying anything, he wouldn’t care. He responded semi gruffly, not wanting to give away his fondness of you. You lingered, finding ways to extend the conversation despite him. He began to wonder if it’d be so bad to pursue you.

Boba’s resolve further weakened as you touched his arm gently, to focus his attention. “Hey, what do you think of this?” You had tried to fix a converter. He smiled at your attempt. “Hmm, well it’s definitely in one piece again.”

You continued happily, “I thought maybe I could help you with the rest of the work.”

“Sure,” he responded, unable to resist.

“Okay, cool, I could like clean those pieces for tomorrow.” You nodded at a pile of oily parts.

“Yeah okay,” Boba was enamored. “But it’s late… why don’t you save that for tomorrow, and tonight we can have a drink before turning in.”

You nodded, “Kay, what’re we drinking?”

“Some fire whiskey.” He turned to retrieve it. When he turned back, you were seated, waiting for him. He sat down, passing you the bottle. “No glasses,” he explained, removing his helmet. Shrugging, you took a swig. Passing it back, you commented, “You and Fennec sure make a nice couple.”

Boba spit out his drink to avoid choking. “What??”

Nonplussed, you added, “I just thought you guys were, you’re so close…”

“No. Nope.” He shook his head emphatically and took a big swig of whiskey.

“Oh.”

Boba shuddered at the thought. “It’d be like kissing my sibling,” he said finally.

You smiled mysteriously.

Boba blurted out, “I’m very single.”

You took a big swig. Returning the spotchka to Boba, you scooted closer. Boba observed this curiously. He decided to test.

“How single are you? Scale of 1 to 10.”

“Ten.” You shifted in your seat.

“That’s incredibly single,” Boba handed you the spotchka. You grinned, “I mean emotionally I’m unavailable. But you know.”

Boba’s brow furrowed. You continued, “I got someone on my mind.”

“Who?”

“Oh… you know them.”

“…Who?”

You grinned.

“Who?” Boba tried to wheedle it out of you.

“You really wanna know?”

Boba nodded, unconsciously leaning slightly forward.

You leaned forward too, into his space. Confused, Boba furrowed his brow further as you closed the rest of the distance between the two of you. Kissing his lips softly, you pulled away a bit to gauge his reaction. Stunned but pleased, he smiled crookedly at you. “Me?”

“Of course, hot stuff, why else would I have put that thing back together?” You gestured at the busted part. Boba smiled softly, “You did a terrible job.” Realizing what he’d said, he tried to backpedal, but you were laughing, “I know. I’m not even sure if all those piece even go together.”

He snorted a laugh, relieved you were amused by his misstep. “They don’t,” he continued after a moment. You laughed some more, “Dank ferrick, I knew it!”

Boba continued to stumble through the conversation, “So, erm… y’wanna go, er, fu—, no. Cuddle?”

Amused and titillated, you affirmed, “Of course I do. Maybe even while naked, if you keep talking so nice to me.”

Boba felt himself get hot. “I’m nothing if not a smooth talker,” he mumbled. You crawled into his lap, kissing him gently again. “Wouldn’t have it any other way,” you murmured into Boba’s ear while putting your cheek against his. Putting his arms around you, he held you for a moment before standing. Setting you down carefully, he put an arm around you possessively. Nearly not believing what he was saying, he hummed, “Your place or mine?”

“Hmmm, which is closer?”

Boba grabbed his helmet hastily. “Mine.”

“Then let’s go.” You started to pull him along, but he swept you up into his arms and trotted off with you.

#boba x you #boba x reader #boba fett x you #boba fett x reader #boba fett x gn!reader #boba fett fluff #fluff fic #boba fett fic #boba fett fanfiction #reader insert #star wars reader insert

40 notes · View notes

blurbsndrabbles · 1 year

Text

More than Enough (Boba Fett x Reader)

Hello! This is my fic debut, and also extremely self-indulgent, haha. Using this as my way to cope with a certain situation, so if this seems oddly specific, it is. Please forgive me if it's a bit OOC or rigid, it's my first fic! :) Hope you enjoy regardless!

Summary: Boba comforts you after a bad breakup. (2644 words)

Warnings: none! fluff only <3

There was something different about you.

Not the kind of different that he had originally noticed, the way you spoke to everyone so considerately, or the way you carried yourself, humble yet confident, not even your smile, dimpled and soft, which made any room light up from the sight.

No. Something was different than that, something wrong.

It was laughable that he, Boba Fett, famed bounty hunter and now Daimyo, was so concerned about a slight change in the attitude of a simple girl, however judging by your distressed expression and few interactions with the patrons, it wasn't a slight change at all.

And Boba knew by now he couldn't keep pretending that you were a simple girl.

You'd only been in Mos Espa, but he'd taken note of you instantly. It was one thing to survive on Tatooine, that was an achievement on its own, but you had made a life for yourself, opening up a successful cantina and climbing up the business change, free of corruption and with nothing but your own dedication and perseverance.

Well, perhaps the favor of the Daimyo helped a smidge.

It was true that he had originally only visited the cantina as protocol, just a quick inspection, all the business had been done, there wasn't much reason for him to stay, and he didn't care to schmooze with drunk strangers. It was Fennec, far too knowing for her own good, who pressured him to stay and meet the owner she'd been raving about. He relented, only because anyone worthy of Fennec Shand's praise was at least potentially useful down the line.

You instantly found your way to their booth, face lit up as you greeted them, only for that smile to fall once Fennec had introduced him, replaced by wide eyes and a tense demeanor. It wasn't fear, necessarily- he'd seen enough of that to identify it- but something more akin to discomfort. He couldn't explain why, but upon seeing your face he felt his stomach twist into knots. He wanted to see you smile, though he couldn't for the life of him understand why he had such a ridiculous thought.

You introduced yourself and shook his hand, staying quiet as Fennec talked his ear off about you. He couldn't help but notice the small blush that grew with every compliment, a bit of that cheeky smile slipping back in the more comfortable you got, or rather as Fennec laid out your entire life story for him.

Your family had been on Tatooine for years, and made their day jobs in trading goods. It was a one-time gamble that had granted you a small handful of money, which you promptly and perhaps hastily decided to open a cantina with, choosing to employ those who'd suffered the most under Bib Fortuna's reign. It was clear you had no love for the previous overlords, and certainly an abundance of sympathy and care for those who'd been hurt by them.

Maybe that was why he mistrusted you initially. Boba was used to deviancy and the two-faced nature of the world. He found it hard to believe that anyone could truly have pure intentions. It was connections you were after, perhaps a criminal boost for the budding business?

He told himself that was the reason he returned each day once business was done, to investigate your ulterior motives, and each day he returned to the palace more defeated than the last.

Not only were you warming up to him, daring to grace him finally with the beautiful smile you showed to everyone but him, but everyone he'd talked to only said good things about you, and none of his trusted connections had any reason to suspect there were any behind the scenes deals going on.

Boba was faced with a daunting truth, you truly were just a kind-hearted person trying - and succeeding- to make their way in the world, and somehow had remained unscathed by the cruelness of the industry. A bit of pride swelled up in him on your behalf. He expected to be disappointed with his discovery, but instead, he was...relieved.

Even though he was done with his investigation, his visits to the cantina were not. After about a month, you'd fully warmed up to him, dared to call him a friend even, although something in his chest ached at the word friend.

It was a few months past then when he'd noticed the change in you.

Like any other day, he'd drudged through his duties and headed to the cantina, only to see you sitting at the booth he frequented, head in your hands.

Upon seeing him, you plastered on a fake smile and beckoned him over, wiping at your obvious tear stains.

"Little one," he murmured, voice strained.

He hated this, seeing you in pain made him ache like nothing else. He'd seen violence and war, been through much more than the average person could imagine, yet this...this, he couldn't bear.

At his endearment, your face twitched, defenses crumbling, and you moved to escape his view quickly, though not quickly enough. He caught you by the arm gently, only enough to keep you there.

"Please, don't hide away from me mesh'la,"

You sat back down across from him, albeit rather reluctantly, sniffling as the tears now fell freely.

"It's nothing, I- It's certainly nothing to bother you with, Boba," you managed a small smile. "I'll be fine,"

He frowned at that, hand having moved from arm to enclosing your own smaller one.

"Mesh'la," he repeated, "I'm not trying to pry, but trust me, whatever it is, bottling it up won't do you any good. If not me, then Fennec, or someone else."

You furrowed your brows, examining him with such scrutiny he might've chuckled had the situation not been so serious.

"No...no. I want to talk to you,"

His heart lept a little, though he maintained his composure.

With a sigh, you ran your hand across your face.

"It's just, I was seeing someone the past few months. Some New Republic pilot I grew up with. We reconnected a while ago, and oh, I don't know, maybe I was too desperate for someone to love me, that I didn't bat an eye when he asked me out. I just...believed that he felt as strongly as I did without thinking. He couldn't stay here, naturally, so I only ever saw him sometimes, when business brought him to the outer rim. But a few days ago, he ended things, said he thought we worked better as friends and that he didn't want to lose the friendship we had. I couldn't understand it at all, until..."

Boba reached out and squeezed your hand softly.

"Until I was out one day and caught a glimpse of him outside his family's home, with another pilot, a girl, acting as if he'd been with her the whole time, and not me,"

He cursed quietly, anger bubbling. If he ever saw that shabuir in his city-

You let out a shaky breath. "Oh kriff, Boba, I just don't understand. Was I not good enough for him? I know I moved far too quickly but, I thought-"

He narrowed his eyes. "You are more than enough. I've known you for a handful of months and I know you are worth far more than you give yourself credit for. If some boy couldn't appreciate you after a lifetime of knowing you, then to hell with him," he grumbled, a slight snarl escaping his otherwise successful attempt at remaining calm.

You seemed to perk up a bit at that.

"You really think so?"

"I do, and anyone else who truly knew you would know exactly how wonderful you are,"

Cheeks tinged red, you offered a small but genuine smile this time.

"Thank you Boba, I guess I...I really did need to talk about it,"

The otherwise gruff bounty hunter tilted his head softly in response. "It's the least I can do,"

You cleared your throat, jumping up from the table.

"Let me get you your drink,"

As he reached to pull out the coins, you waved him off.

"Seriously, I tell you every time you don't need to pay, and I'm certainly not taking no for an answer this time. I'll drag Fennec in here if I have to!" You pouted, hands on your hips.

He held up his hands in mock surrender and smiled as you walked to the bar.

It was true, he realized, that he was most certainly falling for you, and this could not have been worse timing to realize. Not only had you just gone through a breakup, but what if eventually he told you, and you reciprocated? He was terrified of the possibility that he might hurt you just as badly, if not worse. He had no clue what love entailed, hell, he barely understood his own feelings.

Boba Fett was a man unafraid of most mortal terrors, but the prospect of love sent pure fear rushing through him.

So he did what he knew best, and stuffed his feelings deep down where even he could forget about them. A friend was what you needed, not a scarred old man who daydreamed about snatching you away from the sorrows of the world. And a friend was what he would be. Just a friend.

It had been a few months since you'd been broken up with. Although it had stung at first, reflection had done you wonders, and sure enough, it didn't take long for you to be back on your feet. Boba had been right in the end, not that that surprised you in the slightest, and accepting your own self-worth had been key to realizing that you did deserve love, but it certainly hadn't been with the fling you'd put so much hope into.

Hope was all it had been, not genuine connection or love, just a desire and hope to find those things, it was the humiliation and failure that stung the most.

As much as you swore off men and dating all those months since it had happened, you could never get your mind off of Boba Fett. He didn't make it any easier by frequenting your cantina daily for nothing more than some small talk. From a business standpoint, you'd rather he come in to buy something, but personally, it frustrated you that you could never pinpoint his emotions towards you.

It bothered you that despite your closeness, he never seemed to open up much, and it astounded you how you could feel as if you'd known someone your whole life and know so little about them. But Boba was Boba, and he had walls that needed a good cracking and time to do so.

How you wanted to be the one to bring them down.

Even before you'd gotten together with your ex, it was Boba who'd entranced you from the first meeting. He wasn't unknown by any means, and yet was still so mysterious. You weren't oblivious to the fact that he had been guarded around you originally, and you partly blamed that on yourself for acting so squeamish when you'd met. Over time, you'd worn him down a little, and eventually, befriended him, or at least you hoped you had. You could never truly tell with him, though he was certainly warmer, and occasionally, on a very good day, he might crack a smile.

Those were the days you treasured the most.

Had you not been seeing someone, maybe you'd have realized sooner that you were falling for him. Hard. But there was also a small part of you that had realized, and in a panic, maybe that was why you sought out someone else so desperately. The idea that someone so powerful, so ruggedly handsome, so extraordinary, would want you, seemed laughable. Little did you know he had been thinking something similar.

He had truly hit the nail on the coffin with his comforting words. It was truly a horrible time to realize you had such strong feelings for someone, but there was no more denying it. You had liked him for all that he was, and all that you knew he could be. Seeing a little of his hidden compassion sneak to the surface made you desperate to unlock more of it, to see the true Boba buried away under his coldness and indifference. You wanted to be the one he showed that side to, but certainly not as a friend.

Despite this, you knew better now than to rush, and certainly you knew he was worth waiting for.

It was months later when you finally worked up the courage to tell him how you felt.

You'd just arrived to the cantina as normal when you saw him there once again, eyes elsewhere as he enjoyed a glass of spotchka.

You waited, watching him daydream from the bar counter, until he noticed your presence and you snapped back to reality, finally daring to walk over.

His eyes twinkled a bit as he met your gaze, and your heart jumped. You had to say something, or you'd be making a fool out of yourself every time you saw him.

As if he could see your discomfort, he reached out a hand.

"What's troubling you, cyare?" He said, voice rough yet sweet.

Stars, his voice, and those honeyed words. You didn't need to speak Mando'a to hear the affection laced into them. Whether that affection was the kind you craved was the real question.

With a sigh, you pushed his hand away softly. Hand-holding was probably not the best situation in which to divulge this, not that it was anything more than a comforting gesture, his own form of other's sweet words that were so rare for him to speak.

His brows knit together, head tilted slightly.

Now or never.

"Boba, I appreciate you being here for me, as a friend," you began.

He swallowed, nervousness visible on his face for the first time since you met him, and it nearly rendered you speechless. He waited for you to continue.

"But truthfully, I...I can't continue just being friends."

His eyes widened ever so slightly.

"I care about you Boba, not just as a friend, but...something more. I have for a while, but I was just so kriffing scared of what you'd say, you're so important to me, and I didn't want to ruin that, but now I know I can't keep kidding myself. I want to be with you."

His sharp intake of breath and lack of reaction made you wince, but he quickly took both of your hands in his own large, calloused ones.

"Cyar'ika," He whispered, running his thumb over your knuckles, an action that sent shivers down your spine, "I'm not a man easy to love. And I'm not sure I know how to myself."

You tried to speak, but he cut you off.

"But, I can't deny either that you're far more than a friend to me as well. If you're certain of this...of me," he brought his lips to your knuckles, "I would be honored to be yours, mesh'la, if you can be patient with me,"

You couldn't contain the grin you had held back anymore, near ecstatic as he brought his lips to your own, soft and delicate yet hungry and aching, and it took everything you had to pull away softly, seeing nothing but pure adoration in his eyes.

You might've questioned the reason for your past heartbreak in the past, but you never would again. It was undoubtedly for the better, if it brought you to Boba.

"Does this mean you'll finally tell me what these little pet names of yours mean?" you asked with a smirk.

He grimaced, clearly a bit embarrassed at your discovery.

"Absolutely not."

#boba fett x reader #boba fett #boba x reader #boba fett x you #boba x you #boba fett x fem!reader #boba fett x y/n #boba fett x gn!reader #boba fett fluff #soft!boba #soft!boba fett #star wars fic #boba fett fic

45 notes · View notes

runawrites-blog · 6 months

Text

Protection (Boba Fett x Reader)

(Gif Not Mine)

Summary: Five times the people in the palace saw how protective Boba was of you and one time you got to protect him. (5+1; Gender Neutral Reader) Word Count: 3,325 Warnings: Mild Violence, Disrespectful Language Directed at Reader, Assassination Attempt on Boba, Fire, No Y/N, Petnames (Cyar'ika, Mesh'la) Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35277751

---

Your place at the palace had been a topic of discussion ever since Boba had taken over Tatooine. You had been by his side from the start, arriving soon after him and Fennec. And ever since then, people have been talking. Some assumed you were his spouse, others questioned if you were a pleasure slave – and questioned why the man so against slavery was keeping you as one – and some others thought you were an advisor.

And your interactions with people at the court, diplomats on visits, and the king himself made things no clearer. You were friendly and polite to the others at court as though you were a worker like them, never seeing yourself as above them and always treating them with respect. When there were diplomats visiting, you were next to Boba, making deals and talking politics. And when there was peace and celebration at the palace, you were by his side, holding onto his arm, sitting in his lap on the throne, or affectionately talking to him.

When you weren’t around, like this time, Boba was sitting on the throne alone, Fennec next to him. She was talking to him in a low voice while he surveyed the room. Perhaps he was looking for you, some of the guests mused.

And then, you walked into the room, quickly approaching the throne. Your usual air of confidence seemed off with how fast you approached Boba to grasp his hand and sit on the arm of the throne. Boba noticed the changes in your demeanour, too, and let go of your hands to place one of his on the small of your back, pulling you a little closer until you were leaning against him.

“Are you alright?”

You nodded at Boba, a little too quickly and vehemently for it to not be suspicious. “I’m fine. I just had an unpleasant run-in with one of the guards.”

“What?” Boba hissed and let go of you to grasp at your arm and examine you. When he spotted the marks on your wrists he seemed furious and the people in the court quieted down. “Did they touch you?”

“He tried to-- tried to threaten me. He grabbed my arm and-- and held me to the wall. I managed to free myself but that other guard, she was just standing by and she didn’t help me.” You recounted, stumbling over your words. “On the contrary – she egged him on.”

“What guards?” Boba asked, grabbing your hand once again, watching your shoulders relax at the gesture. “What are their names?”

“I don’t know their names but I could point them out to you.”

“No one touches you.” He hissed. “You are my riduur and no one is allowed to treat you like that, with the intent to harm you!”

“Boba, please calm down. I’m fine.”

“Do you want them dead?”

You quieted down before slowly sliding off the arm of the throne and into his lap, arms wrapping around his arm. His protectiveness seemed to make you feel so much more at ease as you inched ever so closely.

“Cyar’ika, do you want them dead?” Boba asked one more, though his hand found its way to your hair quickly. “I will surely punish them but I want your opinion on what they deserve.”

“No.” You said softly. “I just want to be sure that I never have to see them again.”

“That can certainly be arranged.”

---

II.

You were his spouse. He had said so himself. If you two were actually married or if he just referred to you as such out of possessiveness or sentimentality was still unclear. But nevertheless, people were now sure of his romantic relationship with you. And they acted accordingly.

After the guards that had harassed you were sent away, people worried to meet the same fate and kept their distance. They could tell that it saddened you, could see the disappointment in your eyes and the way you tried to talk to the other people in the palace, but they didn’t want to risk it.

With everyone in the palace being so careful around you and trying to avoid being punished by Boba, it came to no surprise that you were delighted by the news that some sort of negotiator was coming to visit the palace. Now Boba hadn’t told you the exact reason they were coming but you knew enough about them, their plans to trade with Tatooine and their customs to entertain them during the fest that would follow the negotiations.

The people in the palace watched as you laughed away with one of the negotiators, telling her about how wonderfully Tatooine had developed since Boba had come to power. And they also watched as Boba eyed you with a fond expression, helmet on the arm of the throne and a soft smile on his face.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t long until things got out of hand. A guest stumbled and fell against one of the lights that were illuminating the throne hall, kicking loose a chain of events that would lead to the room being engulfed in flames. The light broke and the fire spread over the curtains and few wooden structures, quickly lighting them ablaze. People panicked immediately, cramming to get out of the room.

“Follow me!” You instructed the negotiator. “Keep close to the wall so you don’t get pushed around.”

“Thank you.” She said and grabbed onto your wrist, letting you lead her toward the exit. “Thank you so much.”

With a bit of difficulty, you managed to get her to the door and ushered her outside. You were about to turn back to look for Boba when a cracking sound from just above you caught your attention. And you barely had the time to look up before a large wooden beam came crashing toward you. Instinctively, you cowered, covering your head to shield it but the expected blow never came.

When you looked up, you found Boba next to you, arm angled and held up, keeping the beam from crushing you. Quickly you moved away from the wooden beam and watched Boba drop it to the floor before he turned, grasping your arms.

“You need to leave.”

“What about you?” You asked desperately, trying to find his eyes through the helmet he now had on again. “You need to get out!”

“I need to help put out the fire.” He said and pushed you toward the door. “Go, get to safety and wait for me!”

Despite your initial hesitance, you left, figuring that if you were gone he would have one less person to worry about and could concentrate on getting himself to safety. Yet, no one could deny the worry on your face or the tears in your eyes as you watched more and more people leave the palace, Boba not amongst them.

And when he eventually came outside, the people of the court all watched you sprint toward him before hurling yourself into his arms. He caught you with little difficulty and held you tightly as you took a few deep breaths until he spoke up to calm you down.

“Don’t worry, Cyar’ika. I’m here now.”

---

III.

People knew that Boba was protective. So it came to no surprise that when you came back from a diplomatic mission, bloodied up and covered in bruises, he was up in arms. You had entered the throne room, the helmet you wore when flying under your arm, your hair a mess, your face covered in bruises as you looked up at the throne.

Before Boba could say anything you spoke, voice hoarse. “The diplomatic mission went well. This is simply the result of someone ambushing my ship on the way back.”

“Cyar’ika, get up here now.”

Slowly, you made your way up and everyone in the court held their breaths. Boba grabbed you as soon as you had gotten close and pulled at your arm to get you close enough to examine the wounds.

“Where are you injured?”

“Just bruises and a few scraps mostly.”

“Mostly is not good enough, Mesh’la.” He said sternly. “Anything major?”

Gingerly, you moved your hand to gesture to your hip and Boba’s eyes wandered there before he frowned. There was an obvious stab wound at your hip but your belt had been pulled so tightly that it was stopping the bleeding. Shaking his head, Boba rose to his feet and everyone around watched in anticipation.

“Fennec, take over for me while I treat these wounds.” He said and looked back at you. “You are coming with me.”

“Love, I can take care of myself.” You said softly. “I just need a few stitches and I’m sure I can find someone else to do that. You have your duties.”

“I do have my duties. And protecting my riduur is one of them.”

---

IV.

Your screams of pain jarred everyone in the throne room and within seconds Boba was at his feet, Fennec not far behind as he hurried to help. But he didn’t get far before you came scrambling into the room and when you saw the two of them, you rounded their bodies to shield yourself, fumbling for your blaster before realising it wasn’t secured to your hip and swearing quietly. While Fennec readied her gun, aiming at the door, Boba turned around to you and took hold of your arms.

“What happened?”

“That-- that man who came to negotiate who-- you turned him down and he must have been pretty angry because he grabbed me from behind and tried to kriffing-- I don’t even know what his darn plan was and I don’t want to know!”

Boba stared at you in horror, realising that a man he had let into the palace had attempted to harm you. Quickly, he drew you close, his hand shielding the back of your neck as he held you. And then the man stumbled inside, clearly drunk and a bloodied knife in his hands. He looked beaten, as though you had gotten a few good hits in before he had gotten out his knife.

And as he took in the blood dripping from the knife, Boba froze and quickly pushed you back to examine you. There was a few cuts on your arms and chest area but nothing major. Still, the knowledge that someone had hurt you like that filled him with burning rage and he called out to Fennec to immobilise the man which she did without much trouble before turning back to Boba.

“What do you want me to do with him?” She asked, holding the man’s arms behind his back and looking up at the two of you. “Shoot him?”

“Shoot me?” The man slurred. “I can-- if you hadn’t turned down my deal, your little spouse wouldn’t have gotten it, Fett!”

Fennec eyed Boba out of the corner of her eyes, watching his body tense up as he kept a protective arm around you. “What do you want me to do with him?”

“Lock him up! I’ll deal with him later.” Boba snapped and looked back at you once Fennec had begun to drag the man off. “What did he do? Did he touch you?”

“No, he just-- he got a few cuts and hits in but I’m fine.”

Boba looked at you for a long time before sighing quietly. “The man I let inside hurt you like this. How can you look at me with love in your eyes? Aren’t you angry?”

You shook your head very quickly, taking his hands into his. “It was not your fault. He attacked me. That has nothing to do with you, no matter what he said.”

“Do you need me to call someone to treat your wounds?”

“Please.”

---

It wasn’t just that Boba was protective of you. He also valued your opinion and despised it when others talked down to you. If a diplomat didn’t respect you, writing you off as nothing more than the king’s spouse or if an advisor scoffed at your opinions, not considering them, Boba would reprimand them. He demanded respect for you just as much as he demanded it for himself.

Most of the time, a stern reprimand or a reminder of your position was enough to shut any disrespect down fairly quickly. But on this particular day, two negotiators had come from a faraway planet, planning on trading with Tatooine. They had talked to Boba in the throne room, laying out their demands and offerings. The other people of the court stood by, watching the negotiations go down as they quietly mused about what outcome to expect.

It wasn’t until you had chimed in, leaning down to Boba from where you had been sitting on the arm of the throne, to remind him that their demands were fairly high for what they were offering, that one of the negotiators spoke up.

“I am certain that the great Boba Fett would rather decide himself than listen to the advice of a simple pleasure slave.”

Everything went quiet as soon as the words had left the woman’s mouth. You raised your head, looking down on her while Boba straightened up in his seat and Fennec cocked her head to the side a little, waiting for the man’s response. But you were quicker.

“If I was merely a pleasure slave – which I am not – it would be horribly embarrassing for your unattractive trade offer to be caught by the likes of me, wouldn’t you think so?” You asked in a cold tone of voice.

“Boba Fett, we implore you to agree to this offer.”

“Why should he?” You asked in slight disdain. “To rely on the harvest of a planet whose climate is unpredictable at best and unfit for agriculture at worse?”

“I can assure you that our planet can sustain a harvest.”

“Is that so?” You raised an eyebrow. “Then how do you explain the countless people that have sought out refuge on Tatooine of all places after a drought or flood have wrecked their whole harvest? Then how do you explain that not even under the merciless regimes before Boba were your planet’s payments ever on time?”

“How dare you insinuate that we cannot pay you?”

“I am voicing my honest concern.” You said, mindful of everyone listening to you. “Your harvests are unreliable and you dare step before Boba with an offer like this?”

The woman shook her head at you. “I will not negotiate with a person who has found their way into the inner circle of the king by looks and no doubt the use of their body alone. I came to negotiate with Boba Fett.”

“Are you saying I used my body to get this position?” You questioned and stood from your place, aware of Boba’s eyes following you. “Or are you trying to deflect from the fact that you are offering a terrible deal?”

“How dare you? You are nothing but a pleasure slave, a common palace whore. And you dare speak to me like this?”

That’s when Boba stood, making everyone back up. The negotiator and her companion shut up, staring up at Boba in anticipation, frightened of what would happen next. He towered over them, his height accentuated by the fact that he stood on the pedestal the throne was placed on.

“How are you speak to my riduur in such a way?” He snapped, voice angry and loud. “And to think you did it because my spouse raised good points is just pathetic. Your planet is not fit for agriculture. You can barely feed your own people. There will be no trade for you with Tatooine!”

“But great Boba Fett--”

“Now leave my sight before I have you dragged out of the palace!”

---

+ I.

People knew that Boba was protective, that he was proud of being your spouse and that he seemed to genuinely care for you. But they also knew that you felt the same way about him. You loved the man, took pride in being his spouse and rarely left his side if you could help it.

Typically you could be found sitting on the throne’s arm, Boba’s lap or standing next to him. You were always trying to be close to him, talk to him or share your love for him. Like a shadow, you were always by his side.

And so you were also by his side when someone tried to assassinate him. It had been a normal day up until the early evening and everyone was gathered in the throne hall. You were as usual by Boba’s side, having long since migrated from the arm of the throne into his lap, idly running your fingers over his armour, head resting against his shoulder as he talked to you about upcoming plans.

The two of you paid little mind to the man that had entered sometime during the evening, assuming him to be another guest, and quickly gotten back to talking. Fennec had started to mingle with the people some time ago, leaving you and Boba to quietly enjoy each other’s company as he overlooked the people.

The stranger came closer to the throne, talking to a man there. You paid him no mind, still running your fingers over Boba’s armour, letting them run up and down his neck periodically as he recounted the meetings ahead.

Your eyes wandered across the room, looking at the man that was still coming closer. Some of the guests noticed the shift in your behaviour, watched as you sat up a little straighter, yet still keeping up your soft ministrations and listening to Boba.

Then, before anyone had even noticed anything, you sprung up from Boba’s lap and grabbed your blaster. No one even had the time to question your motives as you fired at the stranger, hitting his hand and making him drop the blaster he had reached for.

He tried to escape but you fired a shot into his foot, making him fall to his knees by the steps to the throne. Within seconds you were by his side, using your foot to keep in on the ground as the people stared in shock. Boba had risen to his feet and Fennec had come closer now.

“Let me go!”

“Tell me why you were raising your blaster at Boba.” You hissed. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“I won’t tell you anything.”

Your foot moved, resting on his shoulders now. “You are the worst assassin I have ever had the misfortune of meeting!”

The man struggled against your foot but couldn’t get up. “Let me go!”

Huffing at his request you took your foot off his back. He quickly took the chance to get up but he only got to his knees because you quickly grabbed his arm, twisting it onto his back and then doing the same with the other one. Then you turned him so he could face Boba.

“Did you or did you not come here to assassinate Boba?”

“I-- I was forced to!” The man pleaded. “Please, don’t kill me. I was just-- I was forced to or otherwise, my family would have been in danger!”

“Now there’s the information we can use.” You said and let go of him, nodding at Fennec. “I’m sure Boba would like to question the man himself. Isn’t that right, Cyar’ika?”

Boba looked at you, as surprised by the pet name as he was by your quick reflexes but nodding at Fennec nonetheless. “Bring him to the cells. I will see to him later.”

Fennec nodded and quickly took the man away, glancing back to see you walking up to Boba and taking his face into your hands. Everyone watched as you examined him for any injuries before your shoulders dropped in relief when you found he was fine.

“Thank you for your quick thinking, Mesh’la.”

“All I want is for you to be safe, my love.”

#star wars #star wars imagine #star wars reader insert #star wars x reader #boba fett #boba fett x reader #book of boba fett #the mandalorian #mandalorian #the book of boba fett #boba fett imagine #gender neutral reader #gn reader #writing #fanfiction #textpost

161 notes · View notes

sinisterexaggerator · 1 year

Text

[ sick till I see you ] - cad bane

Summary: Cad Bane has had a tough time of it. He comes to you for a little TLC.

Gn! Reader

Warnings: None, just a little nip, lick, cuddling, and a worn out Duros looking for love, A.K.A FLUFF.

Word count: 1.5+

Notes: Wrote this last night half asleep, no real editing. Sorry if it sucks. Based on an idea we talked about in the Duros server because we're all feeling so tired. ;_; (@deepbluespace4, @renek-bane, @judathian)

There was something calming in your touch that remained unspoken. Cad Bane would never spill his secrets, though it was quite apparent he had grown accustomed to a comfort only you could provide. You were a steadying force in this harsh galaxy, someone the Duros could rely on from time-to-time, as his visitations were sporadic, yet he would reappear when you least expected it.

Tonight was such an occasion, the hunter floundering on a bounty the likes of which could have afforded him a lengthy stint of relaxation. He had taken on more jobs as of late to offset the price of fuel. It had risen exponentially since the forming of this new, “Galactic Empire,” and Bane was not amused. It ate into his profits more often than not, so the loss of this particular mark was an unfortunate stroke of rotten luck.

The one good thing to come of this was the target had been right here on Canto Bight.

A casino city, Canto Bight was a playground for the rich and famous, the arms-dealers, the shady business tycoons, the corrupt politicians, and the pirates, the scoundrels, the gamblers. You were none of these things. You were a cocktail server with a small flat to call your own in a shady corner of the city. Without you and others such as yourself, a place like this would go under in no time. Your job was essential.

It was also exhausting.

On your day off, you lounged with a good novella on your datapad, feet kicked up upon your worn caf table. You were just getting to a good part when a shadowy presence out of the corner of your eye startled you back to reality: you were not alone.

It should have been obvious. This was not the first time the wily Duros had found his way inside your home without warning or an invitation, yet it never ceased to surprise you.

You quietly rummaged in the side table situated by your sofa to extract a hidden holdout pistol. You carried this with you as you ventured deeper into your own house.

The hall was clear, so was the refresher. The kitchen was adjacent to the entryway, and you were already sure of it being vacant. That only left one place: your bedroom.

You crept to the door, weapon clutched in your hand. Peering inside, you were shocked and relieved to find the man face down, his thin, lanky limbs stretched out in an almost comical fashion.

Cad Bane had decided to sprawl out, taking full advantage of the situation as his body formed an “X” in the middle of your mattress. His floppy, ostentatiously large hat covered the entirety of his head, creating a leather halo that hid both his intentions and his temperament, while his armorweave duster had feathered out around him to give him the appearance of having wings.

It was an odd display, one that was not customary, but you would not judge your intermittent lover for his behavior.

It warmed your heart that he felt comfortable enough with you that he allowed himself to drop his guard, and it was a testament to your sometimes unorthodox relationship. But you found you wanted to go to him, to see what the matter was, to ease whatever suffering he must be feeling, and to comfort him in a way you knew he enjoyed.

“Bane?” your voice called out apprehensively. There was no response but a slight shifting of his weight, a deep groan rising from the pit of his chest as it rumbled to the surface, though masked by the compression of his entire face against your sateen sheets. You approached deliberately, suddenly feeling silly for holding onto your palm-sized blaster.

He was a danger, but not to you.

You set the pistol onto your dresser, bending at the knees to sink down to the floor at your bedside, one hand instinctually lifting to gently raise the corner of his hat.

Two searing red eyes stared directly at you. You involuntarily gasped, so stark was the contrast of their fiery depths to the dark coloration of your coverlet. They narrowed when you did not move again, the expression across your face not being one that Bane favored as he had been sure you would receive him with open arms. The Duros did something quite uncharacteristic: he pouted, his scant lower lip cresting downward into an obvious frown.

“Ah cahn see when Ah’m naht wanted,” he began, pushing up with both arms to rid you of his presence.

“Wait, no!” you said a little too forcefully, Bane settling back down as he gazed at you with an arch to his brow. “Don’t go,” you finished more softly, gingerly taking up the curve of his mandible in the crook of your hand. “I don’t want you to go.”

The Duros rasped out a hiss, though it was a release of tension, Bane’s eyelids falling to half-mast. That outward breath extended for what seemed like minutes; he loved the warmth of your skin, the smell, the taste…

He reached out, shifting to a position that would allow him to help you up, though you were capable of standing on your own. But that is not what he wanted. He manipulated you to sit, convincing you with no more than a tug to your clothing that this was the very thing you should do because he deemed it so.

You entertained him, adjusting yourself to accommodate his nonverbal demand.

Once you were comfortable, the deadliest apex predator of the entire known galaxy buried his rostrum in the meat of your thigh as sinewy digits encased in cut-off gloves snuck beneath the single layer of thin fabric that made up your shirt.

Bane’s touch was icy, a small sound being emitted from your lips as goosebumps prickled up and down your body. This only seemed to excite him, lengthy arms wrapping around the whole of your waist as you realized his excessive accessory was in your way.

You took a chance; you removed his hat, placing it thoughtfully on your bedside table as the Duros curled into you, resting his cheek against your lap as the flat part of his face nuzzled its way into your belly.

Of all the things that could occur at this moment, Bane took up a fetal position, making himself cozy as he squeezed you tightly. You could not help yourself, knowing Bane would appreciate your efforts. You took to caressing him with a calculated touch despite his flesh being enwrapped in protective hunting gear, fingers running the course of his neck and shoulders. You massaged him tenderly, applying just enough force to hear a most gratifying sound.

Some might call it a purr, while Bane himself would call you crazy for suggesting such a ridiculous thing. Still, it only encouraged you to continue, and especially once the Duros had dug his way under the hem of your top, sharp teeth biting and tugging so as to maneuver it out of his way.

You held your breath, not out of worry of being bitten, but because his shallow exhales licked at your skin making you shudder, a part of you deep inside stirring though you chose not to let it control you, at least not yet.

“Ah’m sick till Ah see ye’” he mumbled against your now bare stomach, “chucked all of a heap,” he added, grazing you with the points of his fangs as he enveloped you in the tangle of his limbs.

“What’s wrong, Cad?” you prodded, only concerned with his mental well-being as it was rare he searched out this level of affection, though that was not to say his words and actions did not move you, a faint blush tinging your cheeks.

“Tired,” he muttered, that vibration in his chest growing louder as his olfactory organs were overtaken with your delicious scent, “karked up,” he finally admitted, his damaged pride apparent in his tone. “Gettin’ old.”

“Nonsense,” you whispered, your thumb lovingly tracing the lines etched across his forehead as you attempted to sate his nerves. “What happened?”

He did not answer, your breath catching as you felt his tongue worm its way into the divot of your navel. He growled as if hungry, his fangs finally pressing against you, though he was kind enough not to bite down hard. He sucked the salt off your skin, licking up from your belly button to the base of your sternum, your body convulsing unwillingly beneath his sudden amorous onslaught.

He stopped just as soon as he started, teeth retracting and rostrum once again rough and scaly against your abdomen. He was reluctant to reply. “…don’ wanna talk about it,” he stated gruffly, shutting his eyes against the universe as well as against you.

“Then what do you want?” You coaxed him for an answer, not expecting the thing he wound up saying next.

“Dhis,” he offered casually, encircling you more succinctly in his embrace.

If you had been a gambling kind of person, you would have lost, not imagining that in a million rotations Bane would confess to desiring your … cuddles.

You would not disturb him after that for fear of backlash, the notorious, murderous bounty hunter taking to your lap like an overgrown tooka as you settled in for the long haul, incapable and hesitant to move from this spot until he had his fill.

---

Masterlist

**reblogs / feedback appreciated!!**

#Cad Bane #Cad Bane x Reader #Cad Bane x Gn! Reader #gender neutral reader #star wars #duros #bobf #book of boba fett #clone wars #tcw #bad batch #tbb #bounty hunters need cuddles too #fluff

213 notes · View notes

moomoog017 · 4 months

Text

fic ᯓᡣ𐭩 more than credits ꔛ✿

Boba Fett x Bounty hunter! GN Reader

Synopsis: You pick up a mysterious job for some extra credit (money), only to be paid in another currency. ;)

Genre: smut w/plot and fluff at the end

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Smex club, dom!Boba and sub!reader, cream pie, degrading but also praising, gn reader but Boba calls them princess, light choking, ass smacking, aftercare, cute shit

A/N: First smut! Skip the smut if you don’t want it I labeled it. This took a surprisingly long amount of time to write but I like how it turned out! Enjoy lovely’s. <3

You walk into the cantina with a glide to your step. The menacing jingle of your blasters rattle on your belt. The soft and elegant tapping of your heels against the cold ground always caught the attention of all sorts of people and aliens. You brush off the wandering eyes on you and head to your designated table at the back of the cantina. This is where you always got your jobs, but this time you weren’t met with a familiar face. Instead a hooded figure reached out their hand to the seat in front of them, ushering you to have sit down. You cautiously sat down crossing your legs and placed a light hand on your blaster.

“Where is he?” Your voice is cold and deep. “He didn’t feel like comin’.” The voice came through a helmet which denied any recognition through the voice changer. “He knows I don’t do mysteries.” You placed a firm hand onto the edge of the table. “I’m only doin’ what I was told. Extra credits in this one but at the price of information.” The voice spoke, twirling their gloved fingers. “How much?” You questioned, and eyebrows cocked. “More than a few galactic credits.” The cockiness in their voice, you could’ve sworn they were smirking under that damn helmet. You thought to yourself for a moment before speaking. “What am I sacrificing?” They answered short and sweet. “A name, and a face.” Your eyes narrowed.

For more than a few galactic credits you were willing to play. “Fine, give it here.” The gloved hand reached into their cloak, pulling out a small holo device. They tossed it across the table. You removed your hand from your blaster and picked up the device. Turning it over between your fingers you read the information on the back. “Only location and time?” You removed your eyes from it to meet the absent ones of the figure's visor. “The price is pretty.” Was all that was said. You hesitated. “Take it or leave it.” You clutch the device in your hand and get up from the table. “Happy hunting.” A low chuckle rumbled from behind you, but you kept forwards.

Later that day you started to prepare for your mysterious bounty upon your humble ship. You glanced at the holo device, you knew exactly where you had to go but not who you were looking for, you enjoyed a bit of a challenge. “Must be someone famous if someones paying a couple galactic credits for their head.” A smirk crossing your colored lips. Slipping into your gear for the night you placed on all your little accessories. “Different, but it’s gonna have to work.” Unlike your usual hunter attire it looked more like you were going to a dinner party than to murder someone (which was the goal). But you felt light without the protection of heavy armor and leather. You gazed at yourself in the full length mirror, doing a little spin. “But I look damn good.” You smiled at yourself in admiration. You slipped some sleek discreet weapons under your garment. Satisfied with your looks you covered yourself with a cloak and exited your small ship.

The cool night wind whipped at your face. The corners of your cloak drifting through the breeze. Despite the twin suns resting just underneath the sky the humid air was strong. The streets are still bustling with active folks of all shapes and colors. Signs of stores and cantinas illuminating in the darkness. You walk briskly to your destination, eager for your hunt. The crunching of sand beneath your heels. Not after long you reach your designation. Your eyes meet the bright sign hanging just above the entrance. The colors spread to your face as you take it all in. Loud music and people aren’t usually your typical time out, but the credits will make it all worth it. You take a sharp inhale in as you brace yourself. Shifting your shoulders, ready for a show.

The noise sets fire to your ears making you wince. Your eyes scanned the giant room for any possible suspicions. Your attention being drawn everywhere made your brain a little fuzzy. You went alongside the wall as a starting point to start drawing your victim out. You walked past drunk and sweaty people as you made your round along the edge. The strobing lights from all directions help light up the darker areas of the cantina. As your eyes follow the light it illuminates a sign that catches your attention. “VIP.” A smirk plastered onto your face quickened your pace to the door. Only to be stopped by two burly men. You rolled your eyes. “I’m here for business.” Is all you said before flashing your blaster from beneath your cloak. The two men looked at each other only to deny you once more. You release a heavy sigh before looking around you. No one was paying attention, good. You quickly immobilized the first man by striking him in the neck. The other man reached to grab something from his pocket. Before he could you took out his knees and knocked him out. The two men lie unconscious on the hard floor. You look around once more, no one saw. Or so you think.

Your hand goes to twist the knob only for it to be locked. You bend over searching the two men you had knocked unconscious. You pull off a key and enter it into the lock. The door opens, a somber song of jazz playing. Different from the main party area, which was a bit obnoxious. The music soothed your aching ears, as you peered into the door. Velvet reddish-magenta wallpaper line the hallway of doors. Looking both left and right you see signs hanging upon the door say occupied or vacant, each lined with a kiss left from lipstick. You scoff, “charming.” You close the door behind you, locking it and placing the key in your garment. You press your ear up to an occupied door. Your ears are assaulted with heavy groans and high pitched moans. Your mouth turns into a tight line of dismay, rolling your eyes. You continue down the hallway with light steps keeping your heavy heels off the floor.

Rounding the corner of the hallway a large open room comes into view, the sound of smooth jazz echoing the hallway more intensely. You fix your clothing and strut into the room. A live band playing and a woman singing sweet notes in the middle of the room. People watched and some danced to the music, but most sat elegantly in velvet chairs and siping on expensive alcohol. No one seems to pay any mind to you, which is a relief. As you gather information throughout the room no one catches your attention. But you feel as though there is someone watching your every move. Uncomfortable, you shift in your garment and continue walking. Your eyes shift to another hallway lined with sparkly beads draped on the door frame. You nonchalantly guide yourself to and through the beads. You walk the long hallway, lined with the same walls and doors. Reaching the end of the hallway you think to yourself for a moment before you start to turn around.

Before you can turn you are harshly pressed into the wall by a firm body. You grunt, trying to force yourself around to draw your weapon but you are firmly held in place. “Hello Princess.” The voice immediately reached your ears and recognition struck you. “Boba.” You said while your face was pushed up against the wall. “What are you doing here?” You snarl. A light chuckle comes from the helmeted hunter. “I could ask you the same thing. But I already know.” Your ears perk up and confusion washes over you. “What are you talking about?” You try to move once more but you are forcefully pushed back to the wall. “My little hunter.” Boba’s helmet comes closer to your ears. His voice reaches the deepest part of your core, making you warm everywhere. “Your bounty? I wanted to play with you, little one.” His gloved hand strokes the side of your face gently. “It was all a set up?” You said through gritted teeth. “Don’t be upset, you’ll get your reward but it won’t be in credits.” Confidence thickly lining his words. He presses his knee in between your legs forcing them to spread, you bite your lip. “I was going to wait till you noticed me but I got impatient. You look too good in that outfit.” He played with your clothes. Maker, you hated him, the way he teased you, the way he played with you until you were hot and bothered. But it made you feel things you’ve never felt before, something you couldn’t resist.

Fett finally shifted his weight off of you and you turned to meet him. He looked down upon you, but you weren’t intimidated, you wanted him closer. Boba offered his hand, you daringly took it anticipating what would come of it. He grasped your hand light but firm with intention. “Let me take you away, little one.” Was all he spoke before leading you to the exit down the hall to the main room. Embarrassed, you hid your face as you were rushed away by Boba Fett. The streets were still lively as ever. And a few feet away Boba’s ship came into view. He opened the ship's door and pulled you inside, the door closing behind you. Every step causes your heart to race and you can feel the heat between your legs grow with each second. Now out of complete view of anyone, Boba lets loose. “I’m taking over this bounty now Princess.” He growled through his helmet, the words he spoke dripped in passion and lust.

!!NSFW Section!! (Skip down for SFW :))

Boba forcefully pushed you to his work table nearby, you fell backwards onto it. The cold metal sensation through your clothes makes you wince. “Fuck.” He starts to remove pieces of his armor, undoing straps and buckles. He removes his clothing from the waist up, tossing them aside to the ground. His helmet shifts back to you. Your eyes drifted down, his strong figure made you gulp. His wide shoulders and muscles exposed, you couldn’t help but to let your eyes drop to see the tent building in his pants and you bit your lip. His chest rose and fell, only making you stir. He comes closer to you, he starts fiddling with your clothing desperate to rip it off. Looming over your body, his heavy breaths escaping from underneath his helmet and onto your skin. You start to help remove your clothes and your bare chest becomes exposed. The sudden action had a moan escape your lips. “You’re so good Boba.” In response he slowly dragged his beskar helmet gently against your hot skin trailing down to your waist. Your back arches. He then removed any fabric covering your sensitive area. His quickness was eager and you could tell he was pent up.

Taking a step back, he admired his work, Boba then thrust himself forward, taking your hands and moving them to his belt. “Take it off.” He said firmly. You gulped, your hands shaking with excitement. You removed his belt painfully slowly, you slid his pants off and his throbbing cock sprang out into view. Boba grunted, placing his hand to the back of his head.The growing heat between your legs caused them to spread eagerly. You’ve been waiting for this ever since you last saw him. You had both been busy working but tonight you could finally give yourself to Boba. “You look so amazing, all sprawled out for me like this.” A soft whine came out and Boba chuckled. He pressed his cock up against your aching hole. You wiggled your hips to try and gain friction against his shaft. He finally removed his helmet in one smooth motion, placing it behind you. His amber eyes burnt through your naked body with primal hunger. You stared back with half lidded pleading eyes. Boba lifted your legs up, moving you farther onto the table and he landed a firm smack to your ass. Moaning your head moves back, seeing his helmet only making you more turned on. “Boba!” He smirked, “yeah you like that? To think you could try to find me, now look at you.” Boba spoke, his voice laced with cockiness. “It’s worth it.” Your words came out breathy and needy. He smirked once more, he knew you liked it. Fucking him was always worth more than credits.

Smacking your ass harder he raised his voice. “Say you want my throbbing cock.” He grabbed you by the throat firmly pressing on your esophagus. An airy moan trying to wiggle its way out. The air slowly left your body as you clawed at his arm gently. “Fuck me Boba. Please!” You pleaded with faded words and you wrapped your legs around him, his pulsating cock now against you. “My good little princess.” He smirked before granting you your breath. You took a deep inhale gasping for breath. Pressing him closer to you. Boba’s hands lined his cock to your hole and he pushed it in. You gasped at the sudden fullness of his rock hard dick. He grunted, one hand moving your leg up to reach deeper inside of you.

He slid it further and he stretched your tight hole, you squeezing around him. You clawed at his hand, biting your tongue. “Come on, I want to hear your voice.” He smoothly stated. He started moving inside you and you lost it. The cord inside of your stomach began to tighten in you. Boba fucked you like no one else had, everything about him made you want to cum all over his cock. You moaned loudly as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Damn!” You cried as Boba began moving in and out faster. His hips thrusting deep into you. You held onto the table to ground yourself. This only caused him to go harder, with each thrust he grunted praising you. Boba wasn’t the most talkative but when he was inside of you he couldn’t shut up (not that you wanted him too.) The string fraying every time he kissed the deepest part of you with his cock. You began to drool, you were just a limp cocksleeve and Boba loved every second of it.

He squeezed your ass roughly before smacking it multiple times. A squeak he got in return. Oh it turned him on at how brainless you looked, such a mess all for him. “You take my cock so well my little one. Are you gonna cum all over my cock?” A teasing tone to his voice as he breathed between your thighs. Your hole clenching around him, and the look on your face, he already knew but he wanted to hear you say it anyway. “Yes Boba!” You screamed out as drool rolled down the corners of your mouth. “Yes! Don’t stop!” Your words slurring as the pleasure broke you. He kept a fast and rough pace, thrusting as deep as he could reach. Breaking your core you finally explode, your mouth wide open as you moan incoherent words. The sound echoing through Boba’s ship. The slap of skin slows as you feel his warm seed fill your already sopping hole. And with a final growl from Boba he makes one more strong thrust. “You’re mine princess.” Both of you hot and sweaty you lie there limp as he slowly pulls out, cum dripping onto the table and onto the floor. “I love you Boba.” You say softly with a raspy voice. He gently puts your legs down and places a kiss on your cheek, smiling down on you. “I love you too, little one.”

!!SFW!! (Wholesome aftercare)

Boba then got up from you and went into the refresher to grab you and him a warm wet towel. He then gently cleans you both off and helps you to your feet. “I’m sorry if I ruined your outfit.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. You smile gently at his loving amber eyes. “It’s ok, so worth it.” He smiles, then puts his arm around you, walking you to his private quarters. A small bed just big enough for the both of you, he sits you down slowly. “Just a moment.” Boba rubs your thigh with his thumb and exits the room. You lie on your back getting comfy on the bed and you stare at the steel colored ships walls and your eyes softly shut. A minute later, Boba enters one again. Your eyes flutter open, he had new clothing draped on his arms and was dressed in more casual clothing. He places them beside you and hangs his armor up neatly. You clutch the clothing in your hands. “Can I keep these?” You smirk. He chuckles barely reaching a whisper. “We’ll discuss it later, little one.” The twin suns started to rise as it lightly shone in the corner of the room. You pull the clothing on and you get under the soft fleece comforter. A sleepy smile graces your face and he smiles back. Boba lays down beside you, resting his arm behind your head, coddling it sweetly. You nuzzle into his chest, he’s cozy and warm. He whispers in your ear. “Goodnight, I love you (y/n).” You were already falling into a deep sleep with Boba at your side.

#moos.fics ໒꒱·̩͙#moomoog017 #boba fett x reader #boba fett #star wars x reader #star wars fanfiction #book of boba fett #boba fett smut #star wars #bounty hunter #star wars smut #fanfic #gn reader

19 notes · View notes

stormyelliotwritez · 5 months

Text

okie dokie so here's the fandom list and the characters i'll write for. i will update this at times so yeah, here we go.

supernatural (dean winchester, sam winchester (not soulless or lucifer sam though), castiel, lucifer, balthazar, bobby (platonic only for jack and charlie))

911 and 911 lone star (tk strand, carlos reyes, evan buckley, eddie diaz, paul strickland, christopher diaz (platonic only), chimney, hen, owen strand)

stranger things (eddie munson, steve harrington, the kids (only platonic), robin buckley (platonic only), nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, argyle, hopper, joyce)

house md (gregory house, james wilson, lisa cuddy and i can write foreman, chase and cameron but i can't promise it will be good. also im only on like season 3 so yeah.)

doctor who (any new who doctors and companions and friends tho coz im writing male reader bill, jenny and vastra will be platonic only coz otherwise that just feels weird also probably platonic for yaz and 13. also any masters because i love them and am obsessed with them)

hannibal (just hannibal and will coz im only on like the first season so it'll be based on vibes mostly)

star wars (like anyone basically just not palpatine and the creepy bad guys like the blue one or moff gideon. i am obsessed with clones and bounty hunters so yeah!)

batfam and dc (anyone basically coz ive got a pretty good grasp of most of their characters. if anyone requests the joker, i will probs mean like lego batman or the animated tv shows joker so the one who isn't an ass and is a bit gay. if they're lesbians, it will be platonic though.)

marvel (anyone like please just give me ideas of marvel stuff to write. i will need like a really good idea to be convinced to write for tony because he pisses me off sometimes. also team red and loki tv show are like my favs so i will write actual masterpieces for those)

criminal minds (the bau gang and also clyde easter like please just request him for giggles otherwise i'll just write stuff for him unprompted)

the mentalist, castle and bones (just the main crews)

good omens (aziraphale and crowley (platonic only) also like any of the other characters besides metatron because i wanna murder him in his sleep (: so yep)

marauders (the marauders obvs, the Valkyries and the Slytherins)

sherlock bbc (sherlock, john, molly, jim, greg, mycroft)

star trek (the one with chris pine) (bones, kirk, spock, scotty) (i can do the old tv show, i just haven't watched much)

the addams family (im talking like the live action movies and the animated because i watched one episode of wednesday and it sucked ngl so yeah. ill write for the whole family so yeppity yep)

shameless (the gallaghers tho not lip and debbie when they're in their problematic arcs mostly because im not up to there and also kev and v but only platonic for them and mickey ofc)

kingsman (eggsy, harry, merlin, agent whiskey)

ghosts bbc (any of the ghosts and also allison and mike)

gravity falls (anyone basically except for gideon and his dad)

hades the video game (anyone tho i don't think anyone would request this)

the x-files (mulder, scully, skinner, the lone gunmen)

spiderverse (hobie, miles, gwen, noir, pav, peter b parker, miles universe peter, miguel (only if you wanna get into a fight with him))

person of interest (reese, finch, fosco, carter, root) (i'm only on s2, i think)

i think thats it so yeah! :)

please send in requests tho ive got no idea if anyone will see this but yeah!

7 notes · View notes

crankyphlebotomist · 1 year

Text

Oh man…I have been writing this FOREVER!! Just a small modern day!Boba x gn reader fic

Warnings: talks about depression and the aftermath.

Thanks to @thefact0rygirl and @ashotofspotchka for getting me back into writing!!

:read more:

Depression sucks, but what might be worse is the clean up.

You’re out of the slump…freshly showered and no longer feeling like there’s a layer of grime on your skin. You’d be feeling like yourself if you werent so overwhelmed…

Despite being freshly showered, you felt gross. Guilt gnawed at your gut. How did you let it get this bad? What kind of disgusting person let’s their home get this way?

Just get dressed. That’s the first daunting task on your ever growing list. Taking the least smelly clothes from the hamper (making more of a mess in the process) and pulling them on, you glance around once more. Where do you even start?

The bubbling panic interrupted by a knock at the door. You jump, not expecting (and certainly not hoping) for company at the moment.

“Sweetheart? Are you there?” Boba. Your heart lurches at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. Never have you been so happy and so terrified to hear his voice than in that moment.

The guilt came crawling back. Up from your stomach and settling its crushing weight deep in your chest. You’ve been avoiding him, declining every offer to go out, go to dinner, or just hang out. Depression not allowing you to muster up the energy to be social or to even prepare to be social. It’s not like you didn’t want to be around him you just…couldn’t.

You debated whether or not to stay silent, pretending you weren’t home, but he doesn’t deserve that. Besides, he has a key. He could’ve just walked in, but the way he knocked, allowing you your space, not intruding without your say so. You didn’t deserve him.

You open the door, just enough to hide the rest of the pigsty that is your apartment. The look of relief on his face made your knees weak.

“There we are…” his smile was kind and his dark eyes had that twinkle in them you grew to love so much, “when I didn’t hear from you, I got worried”

“I’m so sorry,” you said, almost too quickly, “I promise I’m not trying to ghost you. I’m just…not feeling well” It wasn’t a lie, you weren’t feeling well, but you couldn’t muster the courage to explain it was your mind and not your body what ails you. His smile fell.

“Not…that kind of not feeling well.” He stared blankly for a moment, then you could almost hear the click as he put the pieces of the puzzle fit together. Before you even knew what happened, you were in his arms.

“Oh, cyar’ika, why didn’t you tell me?” His hand rested on the back of your head, rubbing a thumb in a comforting, circular motion, “I would’ve understood.” The sincerity in his soft voice brought tears to your eyes. You tried to blink them away, but only succeeded in allowing them to fall over your cheeks. Pulling you back, Boba encased your face in his large hands and forced you to look at him. “Sometimes, ad’ika, the toughest battles are the ones within our own minds.” His encouraging smile allowed you to smile through your tears. Until you realized in his haste to embrace you, the door was pushed open and Boba had a clear view of the disaster behind it.

“No-” The panic was creeping back up to the surface “Boba, please. You don’t have to do that. This isn’t your mess…” you couldn’t meet his eyes, “I’m not your mess.” His brow furrowed at that.

“You’re not a ‘mess’, cyare,” he stated softly, yet firmly, “and you’re allowed to need help.” The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. It disarms any argument you could have mustered. “Now, where are your rubber gloves?”

True to his word, you enjoyed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (the only thing you had readily available as you couldn’t find the strength to go grocery shopping) as he tackled the mountain of dirty dishes in your sink. Donned with your elbow length, hot pink, rubber gloves he washed each item in hot, soapy water and hand dried every last plate, cup, and silverware left. Tears started to flow again as he even cleaned out the crusted food and grime from the bottom of the sink. After your sandwich, you started laundry. You didn’t even bother sorting the articles, you just shoved a mound of clothes into the small washer/dryer unit you had in your one bedroom apartment.

With the dishes done, garbage taken out, and laundry going you felt a wave of pure, unadulterated relief lift from your chest. You and Boba snuggled on the couch together in your newly cleaned up living room watching one of your guilty pleasure shows.

“You never have to be ashamed of what you’re feeling, mesh’la,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head, “I would never judge you.”

“I know…” you trailed off, “I shouldn’t have ignored you like that, you didn’t deserve it.” He squeezed the arm around your shoulders in reassurance.

“Now, what would you say about take out and watching a movie?” Gods, he always knew just what to say.

“That sounds really nice” you smiled. Damn it, you might just cry again. As your boyfriend moved off the couch to go get your stack of menus from your kitchen you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

Somehow, you knew things were going to be alright.

#boba fett x reader #modern!boba fett #gn reader #boba fett x gn reader

44 notes · View notes

make-me-imagine · 2 years

Text

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

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.

98 notes · View notes

galacticgraffiti · 2 years

Note

lately i’ve been feeling a little dysphoric and thinking about chest binding and this leads me to many thoughts of boba & how understanding, respectful and uplifting he’d be with a trans/nb partner and honestly it makes me very emotional

he absolutely would be! i think boba fett does not give one single galactic shit about gender in the best possible way. he like who he likes and that’s that. and if his partner is going through changes, realising some stuff about themselves?

you better believe he is the first to support you every time in all you do, whatever you decide feels best for you. even if that changes from day to day.

he would also absolutely be the first to shoot anyone in the foot who disrespects your pronouns. i firmly believe that.

boba fett against queerphobia 😮‍💨🤌🏻

#gala answers #boba x nb!reader #boba x gn!reader #boba fett #spring cleaning

21 notes · View notes

thefact0rygirl · 1 year

Note

❤️ with Boba, please… the way you write him always makes me weak at the knees!

ahhh of course, helen! this was so much fun to write, i hope you like it 💕

boba fett x gn!reader

18+ under the cut (no major warnings

It creeps up on him. It starts in the way he yearns for your kisses. He holds your head to him just a little bit longer, his hand cradling the back of your head.

It grows when his fingers start twitching for yours. He yearns for your touch. He dreams of the way your fingers intertwine. It warms him, softens the roughness around his soul. He stops wearing his gloves as often around you, and starts searching for your hand whenever you’re close.

Love hints at him when you’re together and he’s desperate to touch you. Run his hands down your arms, intertwine your legs like pretzels. It’s not about sex, it’s about closeness. No one else knows every curve, every bump, every knick in your skin. Even if all he can have is your hand, he’ll take it. Because it’s you.

As bad it’s in the middle of a storm, the palace surrounded in a thick cloud of sand, that it hits him.

He lays himself bare. On his knees, begging you for happiness. He loves you, and he will until the suns fall from the sky and the heavens burn.

#boba fett x reader #boba fett x gn!reader #boba fett x you #boba fett headcanon #nsfios #vee answers #hidelfen

128 notes · View notes

bobathirstaccount · 2 years

Text

Secret Celebration

Boba x GN!reader, no smut, soft moment

It’s my 4 year wedding anniversary today, so I wrote this bc I was wondering… how would Boba handle a similar situation?

cyare - beloved

***

You sighed thoughtfully, looking out the Palace window. Today was one year to the day when Boba had asked you to be his. Gruff and unromantic, the proposal had left you giddy. He had even been wearing his helmet at the time. You had kissed his helmet you had been so happy.

Smiling to yourself at the memory, you took a sip of your drink. He was late to your daily lunch. You liked to wait for him to start eating.

Boba abruptly plopped down across from you. He seemed agitated. A rough day in the throne room, you thought. But you didn’t address it. You didn’t want to rile him up. You didn’t expect him to remember, but you wanted a pleasant meal with him despite that.

“So, uh… let’s eat.” He pulled his helmet off and placed it on the windowsill.

You smiled, feeling bashful in his presence. You nodded at the waiting droid. It took off to the kitchens to retrieve the food. In the meantime, you pushed his drink towards him. It was perspiring as it’d been sitting for a bit. Boba wiped the condensation off. “Sorry for being late,” he mumbled.

You shrugged, “Hope the reason isn’t too terrible.”

He looked aghast momentarily. Then his face became unreadable.

“What’s wrong?” You couldn’t help yourself.

You were interrupted by the returning droid. Boba started shoving food in his face as soon as it was on the table. Smiling to yourself, you grabbed your share. You struck up a casual conversation as the two of you ate. Finally dessert came. You had planned a special little pastry, big enough for just two. It arrived with no fanfare. You wanted to be discreet.

“What’s this?” You were busted.

Shrugging, you reached to cut it in half. His hand shot out and he grabbed your wrist awkwardly. “Uhm, it seems special… any reason?”

Surprised by his grasp on your arm, you carefully denied, “Just thought it was nice looking.”

“Hmm. You sure?” He released you. You started to get hot. Nervously, you denied again, “Yeah I mean… isn’t it? Nice looking I mean?”

His face was unreadable again.

You babbled, “It’s uh, funnily enough, your favorite flavor too. Let me serve it to you.” You hastily sliced it in half and deposited his portion on a plate. Passing it to him, you took the remainder.

“Are you… sure this isn’t for something special?” Boba was eyeing you. His foot nudged yours under the table.

“Why do you keep asking?” You countered.

He was silent for a second. Then he said, low, “I got you something too…” He looked at you solemnly.

“Huh?”

He produced a small hinged box out of nowhere. Putting it in the middle of the table where the pastry had just been, he nodded at you. Wide eyed, you stared at it. Shakily, you grabbed it and flipped it open. A gorgeous piece of jewelry confronted you. It was just your style. So you.

“It’s… it’s… what?”

“It’s our anniversary today…” he trailed off.

You felt tears spring from your eyes. “You remembered?!”

He scowled, “Of course, cyare.”

You put the piece on, trying to not sniffle as you said, “It’s perfect; thank you.” You put your hand on the table, palm up. Boba slid his hand into yours. You stared at each other for a moment. You started, “This has been a wonderful year…”

“Me too, uh, I mean, yes.”

Smiling broadly, you continued, “You make me feel so happy and safe, I… I can’t imagine life without you.”

He seemed agitated again. “I, uh, same… I mean, I can’t see my life without you in it.”

You squeezed his hand happily. The two of you sat in silence for a moment. Boba sighed. He looked at you skeptically. Then he confessed, “I was late because I was nervous. I thought maybe you wouldn’t like what I got you.”

“I love it! …just like I love you.” It was the first time you had said it.

He looked relieved, “Me too.”

You chortled, delighted but also feeling a bit sassy, “You what?”

“Uh, uhm, you know.” He stared at you for a second, an uncharacteristic look of trepidation on his face. You squeezed his hand again.

“Iloveyou,” he mumbled quickly, looking down at the pastry.

You accepted the pronouncement, smiling broadly again. Warmth filled your entire body. You were loved and here spending time with your loved one. You released Boba’s hand, “Let’s eat.”

Smiling, he confessed, “I canceled the rest of the day. You can have your way with me…”

Grinning ear to ear, you started planning.

#boba x you #boba fett x you #boba x reader #boba fett fluff #boba fett x reader #boba fett x gn!reader #no smut #fluff fic

29 notes · View notes

theywhowriteandknowthings · 2 months

Text

Vi's Fic Recs Week One

First up, thank you all for your submissions, self or otherwise! It was really nice to share y'alls work and I can't wait to do the same next week!

In order of posting:

Something in the Shadows | Joel Miller x Reader (dubcon read the warnings) | @jksp10writes / @jksprincess10

Just You & Me, Darlin’ | joel miller x f!reader | @pedroslittlelady

Favorite Bounty | Din Djarin x afab!bounty!reader | @pedroshotwifey

Sunshine | Dark!Joel Miller x Reader (read the warnings DDDNE) | @kewwrites

Endurance | Frankie Morales x Reader | @schnarfer

The Slip Up | Javier Peña x F!Virgin!Reader | @pascalssbabyy

when we begin again | Joel Miller x F!Reader | @covetyou

Somewhere To Run |Sherrif!Joel Miller x Reader | @punkshort

Chubby!Frankie Morales x F!reader Masterlist | @beefrobeefcal

The Melting Point | Frankie Morales x Baker!Reader | @penvisions

Fuse | Din Djarin x Reader/Ezra x Reader/ Din x Reader x Ezra | @marisferasiop

Foolish | Joel Miller x F!Reader | @lady-bess

well, tough luck... | Young!Dieter Bravo x Reader | @sin-djarin

Nothing That I Didn't Know | Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x reader x Santiago 'Pope' Garcia | @for-a-longlongtime

Homecoming | Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x reader x Santiago 'Pope' Garcia | @astroboots

The things I do for you | Santiago “Pope” Garcia x fem!reader x Frankie “Catfish” Morales | @writefightandflightclub

Honor and Obey | Frankie Morales x Santiago Garcia x Santi’s wife! Reader | @magpiepills

To Be Explored Later | Francisco "Catfish" Morales x Santiago "Pope" Garcia x female reader | @legendary-pink-dot

Love Spell | Joel Miller x F!Reader | @strang3lov3

Able | Joel Miller x disabled F!Reader | @ladamedusoif

Party Trick | Dieter Bravo x pornstar!Ezra x f!reader | @tightjeansjavi

Devotion | Cult Leader!Joel Miller x F!Reader | @noxturnalpascal

Was it All A Dream? | Din Djarin x F!Reader | @beskarandblasters

Trust | Din Djarin x gn!Reader | @wannab-urs

Wings. Fire. Magic. | Dragon Trainer Joel x Female Reader | @mountainsandmayhem

Untrustworthy | Boba Fett x f!Reader | @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Roads | Joel Miller x fem reader | @milla-frenchy

27! That's an amazing amount of fics for one day!! Amazing stuff folks!

Get your submissions in next week - drop me an ask! I'll start scheduling them on Thursday!

208 notes · View notes

janghoefett · 4 months

Text

Boba Fett is in love with you (and you're in love with him).

Boba Fett x gn!reader, all fluff but my work is always 18+

----------

He’s known for some time now.

Really, it had been true since the moment he saw you, but it was only just recently that Boba Fett came to terms with the fact that he loves you.

Like most things, it was something the bounty hunter kept closely guarded, even from you. No one had to know - no one had to know how important you were to him, that he would move mountains and kill anyone to keep you safe, that you mattered more to him than anyone or anything in the galaxy.

"I love you," he thought every time you kissed his lips.

"I love you," he thought every night, just as soon as you fell asleep in his arms.

"I love you," sat at the tip of his tongue every time you so much as smiled at him or looked at him with soft eyes.

On some days he would feel as if there were clear skies and warm sun shining above him, no matter if he were in his ship, on an ice planet, or any other corner of the galaxy that was not as lovely as you. On other days, he would convince himself that he had stayed with you for far too long, and that it was best to part ways before either of you got hurt.

But he could never bring himself to leave your side. It was those equal parts delight and terror that told him he was in love with you.

Boba Fett had a complicated history with love. He had loved his father - he still loved his father, despite coming to terms with all the man's flaws - but Boba's father never exactly set the precedent for showing affection. Love wasn't something you shared aloud; love was a weakness, something you experienced privately - maybe something you'd be persuaded to show with your actions, but never with your words.

There had been others before you, of course. Loves that had ended in tremendous disaster, mostly. But Boba Fett was not one to regret; he had learned something from all of them. And because of them, he was better for you.

And you were better than all of them.

You...

You had made a lost man so sure of where he needed to go.

Boba had just come very close to telling you his feelings. He was due to be leaving for two rotations on a difficult hunt and was silently debating with himself if now was the time to get the weight off his chest. Yes, perhaps that's what he needed to find some relief, or perhaps he wanted to tell you in case this hunt would be his last - but still he caught himself before saying anything he couldn't take back.

"Be careful," Boba told you instead, as if you were the one about to be seeking out a dangerous criminal. "I'll come back to you."

I'll come back to you always seemed to be as close as he got. You knew it was his way of saying he would be thinking of you, that he was acknowledging whatever you had between you as something that was important to him.

And every time you wondered if whatever magic you were feeling in your chest was being felt in his.

It was a rough hunt for Boba. You weighed heavily on his mind, despite his best efforts to focus on the job at hand. Still, he was the best at what he does, of course, and he got the job done - Boba Fett always got the job done - but there was something about this hunt that felt like he wouldn't be able to last another with this feeling in his chest.

As soon as you throw your arms around him when he walks through your door, he catches you and holds you close, pulling your face in close to mold his lips to yours.

I love you.

"Boba," you smile softly, your hands grazing across his stubble.

And with a knowing, vulnerable look in each of your eyes, Boba cups your face between his hands and kisses you softly. His eyes lock onto yours again and the air between you grows thin with the tension of all that had remained unspoken between you.

"I love you."

It had come tumbling from his mouth this time. Unplanned. Unprompted. But the words were straight from his soul.

With your heart racing, you pull him back to your lips and he deepens it quickly, unknowing if you had returned his sentiments, but burning with a desperate need to make you feel his love.

And while his words had first left you stunned, Boba's kiss had made everything real, leaving you no doubt that your heart was safe to give over.

"I love you!" you whisper through the widest smile.

Perhaps a love as true as this could be home.

#boba fett x reader #boba fett

202 notes · View notes

imarvelatthestars · 6 months

Text

Be With Me

Pairing: Boba Fett x gn!Reader

Content: sfw, gentle fluff

"It's late," he says.

He needn't say anything else, you both know he's right. You've been sitting at this desk for hours now and your body's gone stiff, your belly is empty, and your cognitive skills have severely decreased. You need rest and food, but you just can't bring yourself to leave your work.

"I know," you answer, voice whisper soft as the late evening breeze drifts through the gauzy curtains. Your fingers press into the circles beneath your eyes as the holopad before you shifts in and out of focus. "Almost done, cyare. I promise."

But Boba Fett is a determined man. What he wants, he gets, and right now, it seems what he wants is you. The sound of his footfalls hit you first, then the subtle rush of air as his frame cuts through the wind. Your body starts to curl in on itself, back still turned in his direction, because you know if you can just finish this, then you can finally rest and be with your lover, and if he'll only give you a moment-

The hand that grips the lip of your chair is strong and has you spinning around in an instant. First you see his armor, the sigil on his breast and the cowl that spills over the front of his chest plate, then his chin above it, the gentle slope of his nose, his eyes, as dark and wondrous as ever. Then there's that faint little freckle above his brow, the one you love.

"How long?"

You spare a glance over the edge of the balcony to where the suns are just setting behind the dunes, and feel your face flush with embarrassment. "Too long, perhaps."

But then you feel him. The worn fingertips of his gloves have gone soft with use. He'll need new ones soon. Still, you let him guide your face back toward his, and you suddenly feel so overwhelmed with - you don't even know what. Affection? Love? Respect? Whatever it is, it fills your chest so quickly and so fully that you're almost unable to breathe when he fixes his eyes on you and just stares, most likely assessing just how bloodshot yours are, the exact frequency at which your fingers are starting to shake from going so long without food, how slowly and hesitantly you blink.

"Boba." It falls from your lips like a prayer.

Something about the way you say his name always makes him smile, which only makes you want to say it again so he'll keep smiling and never stop.

He tries to be serious, but the smile wins out in the end. "Your work can wait," and you know it's not a suggestion.

Your chin drops. "I know. I just wanted to get it done, and I'm almost there! I just need a-"

"Be with me," he implores as he surges forward to fill all your senses. His breath fans across your face and oh, how your lids immediately drop once you catch a whiff of his scent from beneath all that armor and cloth. "Sarad. Let it wait."

So you do.

He knows your habits by now, so he knows you've half starved yourself today, not intentionally of course, but you always forget to take care of the important things when you're fully immersed. The armor has been removed and replaced by the time one of the droids comes up with some food, and the lights are dimmed once you finish eating.

And once he is satisfied that you've been taken care of properly, Boba Fett comes to bed and pulls you atop his chest so he can kiss you until the stars fall from the heavens.

taglist: @moodymisty @wolffegirlsunite @clonemedickix @bobaprint @freesia-writes @deewithani @wings-and-beskar @rain-on-kamino @wizardofrozz @anxiouspineapple99 @multi-fan-dom-madness @deejadabbles @dystopicjumpsuit

(please let me know if i forgot you or you would like to be added/removed from the list!)

#boba fett x reader #boba fett x you #boba fett #x reader #star wars #fluff #god it's been too long since i wrote for him. i missed him!!

108 notes · View notes