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samspenandsword · 9 months

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Midnight: Boba Fett/Reader (fem)

Summary: You decide to be a brat. Boba decides to handle you a little differently than normal. Pairing: Boba Fett/Reader; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance (reader has hair long enough to grab). Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; unprotected PIV sex (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), fingering, dom/sub dynamics (brat tamer!Boba, brat!reader), implied age gap, Boba's a bit of a meanie, also he's slightly possessive and toxic, mentions of oral sex, hint of anal play, overstimulation, forced orgasms, cum play, degradation kink, praise kink, bit of a pain kink, hickies, icky mushy-gushiness at the very end, language. Word Count: 4.0k

I had to open my big, bratty mouth, you thought.

Or, at least, you would've thought had you actually been capable of any thought beyond the thick fingers currently buried in that greedy little hole you called a pussy.

He'd been tormenting you for what felt like hours now, massaging your walls with warmth and tenderness belying the dirty words coming from his mouth. He'd called this a punishment. A lesson. One he was going to make sure you never forgot. You hadn't believed him, firing back with a bratty little snip that had simply made him smile. A smile of amusement, coupled with a casual, rumbling chuckle. It had made you a little unsure, but not to the point of backing down. You never backed down unless he made you.

And oh, he was good at making you.

He loved wrestling the submission out of you. Bringing forth the needy, whining, begging mess of a woman you became when he got his hands on you. There were nights he didn't need to fight for it. Nights where the two of you simply enjoyed each other's company and the warmth of your relationship.

But some nights, like tonight, got you in a certain type of mood. A demanding, defiant mood that got his blood racing as much as it did yours. A mood that conveyed the need to play, to fight, to be taught and forced to learn your place.

He was happy to remind you.

Happy to remind you why he was the only one you trusted to bring you this sort of pleasure. Usually, it came in the form of edging you until you were literally crying for release. In the form of you bent double over his throne, his cock buried in your pussy and pounding away with little regard for your own pleasure. In the form of pushing your head down on his length until it was pulsing in your throat and spit spilled past your lips and your jaw ached. In the form of leaving bruises that matched the plates of his armor. In the form of wrecking you, ruining you for anyone but him.

And you loved it. Reveled in it.

So when Boba had responded to your brattiness with a simple smile and chuckle, it threw you. You recovered quickly, however. You refused to let your sudden nerves show. Instead, you'd lifted your chin, eyebrows raised into a challenge, and arms crossed under your breasts, pushing them up ever-so-slightly. Just enough to tease him.

It had simply earned you another chuckle, him seeing right through you.

You'd scoffed in response.

"Might as well get myself off, the pace you're going."

Boba had raised his eyebrows, eyes shining with humor.

"Princess, don't give me any ideas."

You'd scoffed again.

"Yeah, well, let me know when you decide. I'll have gotten myself off three times by that time, I'm sure. The time you're taking, you might be ready by midnight, old man."

There it was. His eyes lit up and took on a certain light. A twinkle that indicated Boba had taken something you'd said as a personal challenge. A twinkle that was accompanied by a dangerous cock of his eyebrow and a smirk on his lips.

The look set fire to your veins.

"Only three times?"

Your heart and pussy had jumped. It took all you had to not clench your thighs. Instead, you had yawned, making a show of checking the chrono on your bedside table.

Boba had chuckled again.

"You really haven't shown me you deserve to get off tonight, princess. I'm feeling inclined to punish you. But I think this is a good time to reteach you something. Something you've evidently forgotten. So consider this a punishment, and a lesson. And I expect you to tell me what you learned when we're through."

His hand had gone to your thigh, and he'd chuckled more darkly than before at the way you jumped at his touch. Your entire body was lit alight with it, just as always. Just like it always would. No one had ever ignited you with a single, small touch alone the way Boba could. But his hand on your thigh was also your last warning. A chance to call this off before it got started.

Anything beyond this, you knew the safeword.

There was a pause, his hand resting on your thigh, calloused fingers softly stroking the skin there. You'd met his eyes, and gave a third scoff.

Now, here you were. And though you'd originally scoffed at the idea of Boba's so-called "punishment," especially because it hadn't been in the style of his usual punishments, you now found yourself prone on your bed, your fourth orgasm rippling out of you, making your entire body shake and tremble, and you were starting to think you'd maybe bitten off more than you could chew.

Maybe.

The sheets beneath you were soaked, and your skin was tacky with sweat and cum. Your toes were beginning to cramp from how hard they'd curled with this last climax, and it wasn't even on your radar. There was nothing on your radar other than Boba's fingers in your cunt, making you feel both stuffed to the brim, and empty because fuck, it wasn't his cock!

Nothing was like his cock.

"Good job," Boba said, practically whispered. He had you reclined back against his broad, warm chest, letting you tuck your face and sob into his neck each time you came. You felt Boba's breath wash over your skin. and his lips brush against your crown. "There you go, princess."

You gasped, chest heaving as you came down, body trembling still. You whimpered a little as Boba continued to massage your walls, his fingers no longer pumping, but now crooking inside you.

"Just had to provoke me," he continued, breath warm against your cheek. He leaned down to kiss it. "Bratty little princess just wanted some attention. Wanted to get a reaction out of me. Wanted me to fuck you like the greedy little whore you are."

"M'not greedy!" you mustered, raising your head up to scowl petulantly at him.

Boba laughed a little at this, his free hand reaching up to smooth back the hair sweat-slicked to your forehead.

"Oh, really? Then why have you just cum on my fingers four times?"

Your scowl morphed into a pout, the expression promptly ruined as he rubbed the most sensitive spot inside you, a place he had yet to touch you tonight. It was both a mindless and intentional move and you involuntarily clenched and gushed around him. It made his smug grin broaden. He looked younger when he smiled like that.

"Not my — my fault! You have 'em t'me!"

Boba's expression fell into a wicked smirk. "There it is," he rasped. His fingers began to pump again, slowly. "Now, tell me what you learned, princess."

You knew the answer he was looking for. You decided not to give it to him.

"T-to provoke you when I w-want a series of m-mediocre orgasms."

Boba's fingers paused for just a second with genuine shock, then started up again, harsher than before.

"Mmm." The way he looked down at you now was positively dangerous. The set of his brows with concentration coupled with the serious line of his mouth. Boba pressed his forehead to yours as he abruptly shoved a third finger into your cunt, making you squeal and arch. The press of his forehead to yours however was unforgiving, and with it and his dark gaze pinning you in place, you found yourself helpless to do anything but lie there and take it as he shoved his fingers into your cunt at a brutal pace.

"And I'm going to give you another one," Boba said. Your body shivered with overstimulation as much as it did at the dark tone in his voice. It promised something. Promised you weren't ever going to forget this. "You know why, princess?"

You weren't able to answer anymore, your voice reduced to a pathetic whine as his thick fingers jerked harshly in and out of you, rubbing over your g-spot with every furious pass. The sound of his fingers in your cunt was positively obscene, and honestly you couldn't tell where your mewls began and the high-pitched squelching of your pussy ended.

Boba smiled darkly down at you, his little fucked out princess, and chuckled darkly to accompany the grin. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours again, forcing your gaze to his unforgivingly. He could see you trying so hard to maintain eye contact, like you knew he liked. But you could barely keep your eyes open as he shoved his fingers in you and simultaneously shoved you toward another orgasm. You were so cute when you got like this, with tears of overstimulation pricking in your eyes, your hair messy from his hands and your sweat, your body heaving with every touch he gave you, your nipples so pert they were just begging to be bitten, your thighs trembling and toes curled, his hand literally soaked with your juices.

Boba wanted to see you like this every single day. And Maker knew this sight was for him only.

Anyone else came near you, he'd kill them.

"You know why, princess," he repeated. This time, it wasn't phrased as a question, but as a dark little reassurance. Because he knew, and so did you, that he was the only one capable of giving you this sort of pleasure. Of reducing you to this whining, mewling mess. Of wrangling you into submission in the way you loved. In the way he loved to.

It was him. Only him.

And Maker, he knew it.

So did you. And while part of you wanted to hold out longer, continue to shake your head and stomp your feet and pout your bitten lips, you could barely take it anymore. Your mind felt as fucked out as your body. Your pussy lips were swollen around Boba's fingers, and your thighs felt like jelly. The tightening in your gut was near-painful, and the brutal pumping of his fingers was hurtling you towards another edge. You fell off of it faster than you expected. You hadn't even realized how close you were, but you felt your body suddenly seize and arch as Boba unceremoniously tossed you off a fifth cliff.

You were crying, tears falling down your flushed cheeks as your body shook. And right as your pussy began to clamp down like a vice, Boba ripped his fingers from you, leaving your pussy agonizingly empty and fluttering around nothing.

And for someone who'd cum five times, you were singularly frustrated with that.

But your mind could hardly string together two words that weren't "Boba" and "more," let alone the ability to convey that. But nevertheless, Boba seemed to know, cooing down at you as you came down. Stroking your skin soothingly with soaked fingers, trailing your own arousal from your naval to your nipples.

You whined more when he pressed down on one just enough for you to notice.

"You know why, princess." It was said a third time, a smug reassurance this time.

You nodded almost mindlessly, and Boba's hand came up to cradle your throat. There was no pressure in his grip, but it still made your breath hitch. He chuckled again. Five orgasms and his little brat still couldn't get enough.

Maker, you were perfect.

Boba leaned down and kissed your cheek, sweetly.

You were doing so well. And despite your bratty attitude, you were spoiling him rotten, giving him five beautiful climaxes. Trusting him in this way. Letting him give you more.

And he would. He knew you. You would take whatever he gave you.

You always did.

"What have we learned, princess?" Boba rumbled, kissing your ear as his voice made you shiver.

He could see you struggling to string words together, your fucked out little mind scrambling to obey him. It humored him, seeing you try, cause he knew just how much he affected you.

"Use your words," he murmured, half-encouragingly, half-demeaningly.

You didn't even pout you were so focused on obeying him. Boba quietly hummed with amusement, seeing your mouth open. You didn't say anything right away, and the sight of you with your mouth open like that brought forth images of his cock on your tongue.

Boba shook the images away. Later, if you started behaving.

"Boba," you managed to get out, gasping around his name like it was the only word you knew. And indeed, right now, you felt as if his name were just dominating your every thought. Boba always just dominated your mind, your senses, your everything. He was everything.

"Yes, princess?" He wasn't budging, forcing you to continue scrambling for words in your post-orgasmic and overstimulated haze. His lips were curled with amusement as he watched you struggle. You would've scowled petulantly at him if you had the energy for it.

As it were, the only thing you wanted to do at that moment, was ask for more.

So you did.

You reached up, arm hooking over his shoulder and face turning back into his neck. He let you, the hand cupping your throat now stroking along your collar. His fingers were sticky still with your cum.

"Boba, more."

"More?" He chuckled out. "You've cum five times and it's still not enough for you?"

Your breath was still heavy as you came down from said five orgasms. And your entire body was tingling and numb and exhausted, and yet, it wasn't enough. Because —

"Never enough," you mumbled into his skin. "N'ver enough with you, Boba."

Inside him, Boba felt his heart warm at your fucked-out, but achingly honest words. And the sentiment was wholeheartedly returned. But on the outside, all he did was smirk down at you, gently fisting his hand in the hair at your nape and forcing your face from his neck. He looked down at you, stare pinning you in place.

"And why is that, little one?"

Your mind worked to find a way around this. But honestly, you couldn't. With his heavy stare and just-as-heavy hand keeping you in place, eyes locked on his, there was nowhere left to hide. No bratty little quip your mind could conjure. Nothing but Boba.

And well, he was everything.

"Cause... cause no one makes me feel like you, Boba. Makes me cum like you."

And there it was. The lesson Boba had been trying to finger into you for the last... however long it had been. You weren't sure. But as soon as the words had left your mouth, Boba smiled at you, condescendingly proud.

"That's right," he said, smug. You'd be mad about it if you had the wherewithal to be anything but unspeakably fucked out. "No one can fuck you like this, princess. No one. No one can make your legs shake when he eats you. No one else can stuff that bratty little mouth the way I can. No one else has claimed this ass." Boba's free hand suddenly snaked past your puffy and sticky pussy lips, touching firmly to the ringed muscle of your second hole. It made you jerk in his grasp, and he chuckled darkly once more. "No one else can make you cum from simply sucking cock. No one else has fucked this little pussy and molded it to their cock. Just me, princess. You're ruined. Ruined for anyone else. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

As if you could. You knew you were ruined. And Maker, you were so happy about it. Boba was all you wanted. All you would ever want.

And his filthy words, and the knowledge that he wanted you too was almost enough to make you cum again.

"Think you're ready for my cock now, princess," Boba rumbled flippantly. As if you weren't always ready for his cock. He slipped out from beside you, making you wine at the loss of contact. But Boba hushed you amusedly, hand trailing down your side to your thigh. He hooked his hand behind it, spreading you as he kneeled over you.

His cock, girthy and big enough to make you gasp even with prep, looked painfully hard. Boba had been ignoring it as best he could, but even he was reaching his limit. Precum beaded at the tip, and he smeared it onto your clit teasingly. You mewled cutely beneath him.

"Doing so well for me," Boba murmured. His eyes lightened with genuine affection. A light you rarely saw anywhere but during your time together. It made your own haze clear, and you knew he was checking in with you. He said your name. "Ready for me?"

You smiled, wiggling your hips against his cock and hooking your thigh over his hip.

"Ready," you confirmed. Boba smiled, big and bright. It made him look so much younger when he smiled that way. He dipped down, and just as he kissed you, he thrust forward, impaling you on his cock.

Boba swallowed your gasp with a small laugh, kissing you breathless. He wanted a moment, letting your body adjust. But Boba needed a minute, too. As much as he said he'd ruined you for anyone else, you'd ruined him just as thoroughly. He was dangerously close to the edge even without the preceding scene. You always made him lose his composure, made him feel like a young man again. Like he'd blow in his pants just by watching your hips sway as you walked away.

Boba grasped those hips, yanking you down the rest of the way onto his cock when he felt you relax. It made you squeal and giggle, and he chuckled into the skin of your collar before taking it between his teeth.

You gasped and clenched around him.

"Boba," you moaned.

"Patience, princess."

You were trying, honest, but you didn't exactly have much patience when it came to him.

But if you hadn't forced yourself to still, Boba's hands would. But you tried to relax your hips and core, letting yourself sink a little further into the mattress and sheets.

As soon as you did, Boba began to move, punching the breath right out of you with every thrust. The mattress was the only thing keeping you grounded as Boba, in the way only he could, fucked you within an inch of your life.

Boba's lips curled and teeth clenched with the effort of keeping himself from exploding right then and there. Your expression was going to be the end of him if your cunt wasn't. With those hooded, glazed eyes and half-open mouth, flushed cheeks, just-had-mind-blowing-sex hair, arched neck leading all the way down to a pair of glorious, heaving tits. There was a bead of sweat rolling down in the valley between them, and Boba couldn't help but lean over and lick it up.

You scrabbled for purchase of his broad shoulders as Boba leaned down and began to bite and suck on your nipples. Boba was a self-declared ass and thighs man, but Maker when he paid attention to your tits he could be just as thorough and appreciative. You couldn't help but arch up into him, pressing your breasts further into his mouth. He chuckled around your nipple before switching to the other. And all the while, he never stopped thrusting, cock practically molding your pussy to its shape.

After a few more thrusts, you could barely string a thought together anymore, and all that came out of you were little moans and whines as Boba fucked you. Your thigh fell from his hip as your body was wracked with overstimulated bliss, your body hardly able to keep up with all it had endured. Your hands gripped at his back, nails digging in and making Boba grunt with pleasure. He loved when you left your mark on him.

Almost as much as he loved leaving his mark on you.

Boba's mouth shifted to your collar, where his teeth and lips left red marks that would bloom purple by morning. You gasped with each new one. You grew closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling to keep up.

"B-Boba..." you breathed as your core tightened, painfully.

"Come on, princess. Give me one more."

You weren't sure you could, tears pricking in your eyes as your raw cunt fluttered and pulled.

Boba suddenly ripped out of you and before you realized it, you were flipped onto your front and Boba was back inside you, pumping so hard and fast you could feel him in your throat.

"Go on," he said, voice tight with his own restraint. You managed to clench around him, making him hiss. "One more. Give me one more."

Your cries of pleasure, pain, and overstimulation were surely bouncing off the walls, but all you could hear was Boba, and the way his cock forced your juices out to make room for itself. It was positively obscene.

And only helped bring you closer and closer.

Boba leaned forward, chest touching your back, the new angle devastating your cunt. You cried out, it turning into a strangled gasp as his hand came around once more to cup your throat.

"Cum."

You did.

Your orgasm ripped through you so hard your vision went white. You would register your sore throat later, sore from screaming out with pleasure. Your entire body seized with your climax, shaking and pussy fluttering so hard it was practically vibrating around Boba's cock, squeezing and squeezing down until Boba could barely move anymore. And with a yell, he came too.

You didn't realize you'd nearly passed out until you registered Boba saying your name, a soft, warm, damp towel being pressed to your skin.

"You did so well, princess." Boba dropped a kiss to your temple before climbing back into bed with you. You rolled into him, soaking up the warmth of him and appreciating the warmth of his release inside you. It began to glob out, smearing and combining with your own release, all over your thighs.

You pressed them together as you cuddled into him, reaching up to stroke your hand down Boba's neck.

"Tell me how you're feeling," Boba requested.

"Tired," came your automatic answer. Your voice was heavy and slightly hoarse with it. "Boneless. Fucked out."

The last two worked a quiet laugh from Boba.

"But good," you finished. You smiled up at him. "So good."

Boba smiled, achingly soft, and kissed you. "Ready for a bath?"

"Yes, please. And you better carry me, mister, I'm not going to be able to walk for days."

He smirked down at you. "You asked for it."

You giggled.

Boba helped you sit up. His eyes flicked over to the nightstand and his smirk widened.

"What?" you asked.

"It's midnight."

You slowly looked at the chrono, the red numbers indeed reading exactly midnight. And your earlier words rang in your mind.

Yeah, well, let me know when you decide. I'll have gotten myself off three times by that time, I'm sure. The time you're taking, you might be ready by midnight, old man.

"Three times by midnight, I believe you said." Boba carefully scooped you up, smiling way too smugly for comfort. "Pathetic."

You scowled playfully at him, cheeks flushing hot.

Seven. He'd made you cum seven fucking times.

"Don't let this go to your head, old man." You settled into his chest. "Your helmet won't fit."

He pinched you lightly as he set you down on the edge of the tub. You giggled as he began to run the bath, and his stern look might've been effective had his eyes not been twinkling.

"Spoiled little brat," he said, with nothing but fondness.

You preened and gave him a little tongue-in-teeth smile.

"You love it."

Boba laughed, and again, you couldn't help but admire his smile. How it instantly made him look younger. Not as burdened. Happier.

Boba helped ease you into the warm water before climbing in behind you. As he leaned you back on his chest, he whispered in your ear.

"I love you."

You sighed, happily.

"I love you, too, Boba."

And it was only because you loved him so much that you didn't punch him the next morning when you found that you were, indeed, having trouble walking.

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thefact0rygirl · 2 years

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Of course, @marshmallow--3 💕 I kept this as an AFAB!Reader, no mentions of gender other than anatomy. I hope this is okay!

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Kinktober Day Twelve: Creampie

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Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: ROTJ!Boba Fett x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: penetrative sex (p in v), reunion sex, throat holding (not choking, more like gentle squeezing), creampie

You hear him before you see him.

Well, technically, you hear his ship. It gives out a strange, whining noise that bounces off the canyon walls. You never know which direction he comes in from, but you know that you'll see him soon. Hours, if not minutes.

It's only a matter of time before your small homestead is surrounded in an up-kick of dust and the familiar tshnk, tshnk, tshnk of spurs approaches your door. Any other ship would make you uneasy, if it was anyone else at your door in the middle of the night. But not Boba. You find a strange comfort in the bounty hunter's presence, and you will put credits down he does, too. Why else would he keep returning?

You don’t make it to bed this time, the both of you falling into a heap on your floor. Your hands tear and pull at your clothes until you're both naked and panting. There is an aura of anxiety around him, hanging onto him like a bad smell, but he doesn't give you a moment to ask.

Later, you think as he occupies himself between your legs.

His calloused hands holding onto the meatier parts of your thighs as he keeps you open. He touches you like he’s sizing you up, and by the way he’s staring you down with your arousal dripping down the corners of his mouth…he looks like he feels. Anxious.

You reach your hand out as best you can, your fingers tips not even reaching him. “Boba…” Your voice is calm, hoping it’s enough to melt away his worry.

“Need you,” His voice is raspy as if he hasn’t spoken in days. “Can I have you?”

You nod, muttering an “always” under your breath as sits up on his knees. He neglects to wipe his chin clean in favor of guiding you to lock your feet against the small of his back.

“'M not gonna last long. It’s been a whi—”

"It’s okay,” You shuffle to press yourself against his cock. Maker, you don’t need to see him to feel the way he’s throbbing. “I just want to feel you.”

He nods as he slides a hand between the two of you, adjusting himself so the thick head of his cock notches at your entrance and pushes in slowly.

“Fuck…”

This is the best part. The part that makes the waiting worth it.

Boba's moans are deep, smoky and low as they vibrate through every cell in your body. The feeling of fullness starts to build as he slowly enters you. With the first two inches of his cock enveloped in your warmth, he leans in to steady himself of outstretched hands on either side of your head. The beginning is always calm, Boba offering you the change to back out, but with you nodding for him to continue, things change. He strips you of all rational thought with his first thrust, the weight of his cock settling so deep within you it feels like he’s squishing your lungs.

He sets his pace, fast and messy, one that tears a gasp from your lungs. You can’t even get words out, your hole squeezing around him with each stroke. He feels like he’s going to split you in half, and you clinging to his biceps does nothing to slow him. It only spurs him to buck his hips harder until your knees bend to give him better access. He sends your head spinning into dizziness, the desire for him to stay forever has the pressure in your core building.

When he moans your name, you can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes. And that won’t do. He’ll never admit it with so many words, but he’s missed the way you look at him. When you don’t look at him, he moves a hand to wrap around your throat, adjusting to squeeze ever so slightly to get your eyes to flutter open. The second he sees your rises he relaxes his hold, but keeps his hand around your throat.

Lust sweeps over his features, brows furrowed and his jaw locked tighter as he grits out, “Where? Tell me where to come.”

“Wh—wh?”

Your words are nothing short of babbling as he folds you nearly in half, his thrusts grow more erratic. With him beating against those spots that make your eyes rolls back, he fucks you like it's his job — and Maker, you wish it was, if only so you can feel his arms around you for the rest of your life and have his lovemaking all to yourself.

“Hurry.” He croaks, the sound of his voice shaking the walls.

You utter a weak cry — “Here” — before pointing to the place where you’re joined together.

A clever man, he doesn’t need you to clarify. He lowers his head to hover next to yours, his lips hitting the shell of your ear as he says, “Come for me. Let me feel you.”

And you do. Your back arches until your chests meet and his name is falling from your lips. You clench around him, and it’s not long until he joins you in bliss. He slams into you once more, stuffing you full with his release. His balls tighten as they rest against the curve of your ass, his own moans muffled into your neck as he lets loose. Not an inch of you goes uncovered, your insides painted in milky white with his release.

It’s only when he’s released everything that’s gone unspent for months does he collapse on top of you. “S—Sorry, ah...”

He’s ungraceful as he falls to your side, laying next to you as not to smush. He's meek now, almost sheepish as he strokes your cheek. There is something on the tip of his tongue, something he wants to say. You turn to face him with curious eyes, your own hand coming up to hold his wrist.

“…Can’t stay long. Jabba is asking for me.”

Of course.

You keep your voice neutral, hoping the disappointed doesn’t also weight down your words. “S’okay. Figured that’s why you’re back. What does he want?"

He snorts, his thumb moving down from your cheek to your lips. "I don't think the slug even knows."

There is another pregnant pause before he speaks. "It shouldn’t take long, three days max. I was…hoping I could see you. Again. Maybe stay…longer.”

You smile, “Stay as long as you’d like.”

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bobafetts-princess · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 3- Anal

Pairings: Boba Fett x Fem!Reader

Warnings: This is a butt-fucking fic. If that’s not your jam, you should skip this. Oral (f!receiving), I think it’s really just those two things?

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: You and Boba decide you’re ready for him to try to fuck your ass.

A/N: I’ve been writing and consuming fanfiction for 10+ years and I BLUSHED writing this so pls enjoy.

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You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the conversation you’re about to have with your partner. Pushing open the heavy door to his office, you step inside. Boba Fett glances up, reading glasses perched on his nose as he flips through contracts on his holopad. His empire is doing well but he still puts in a lot of the legwork to keep it running and successful.

“Hello, Princess,” he rumbles, his voice still raspy even after all his bacta treatments. “How can I help you?”

“I think I’m ready, Boba” you tell him, the thick black plug nestled in your ass seeming to throb with your admission. He sets the holo pad down, giving you a look over his reading glasses.

“Ready for what?” He asks and you should’ve known. Should’ve known he wasn’t going to give you what you want unless you ask him explicitly. He knows what you want, the two of you talked about it at length that morning. Albeit, while he had three fingers buried in your ass while he pounded your pussy from behind but still. You shift, feeling the plug shift within your ass as you do.

“I’m ready for you to fuck my ass,” you say, embarrassment heating your face as you glance down. It seems so crass to say it out loud, no matter how many times you’ve talked about it in the heat of the moment. It’s something you and Boba have been working up to for months. He’d bought you a plug set, three black ones in increasing sizes after he’d slipped a finger in your ass during a particularly heated session and you came so hard you blacked out.

Once things settled and Boba had you wrapped up in your favorite blanket with a cup of tea, he asked you if you’d be interested in taking his cock back there. Since then, he’d been working you up to taking him that way, little by little. Even though you’d been begging him to take you back there during the heat of the moment, you’d not asked yet outside of the bedroom. Until right now, that is.

Boba shifted in his seat and if you didn’t know him so well, you wouldn’t have thought much of it. But since you do, you know he’s adjusting himself in his pants at the idea of fucking you back there. His mouth quirked up and he took his glasses off as he sat forward. “I can’t wait.”

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Back in your shared quarters, Boba has you on your back on the bed, his face buried between your legs. He has you pressed open with his palms on your thighs, tongue buried deep in your pussy. “It’ll make you more relaxed when I bury my cock in your sweet ass,” he promised before laying you down, tugging at the black plug.

“Boba!” You cried out when he sunk two fingers inside you. “Boba I’m gonna come!” You warn, pussy clenching on him. He sucks your clit into his mouth and curls his fingers upwards and you go silent. Your pussy contracts hard around his fingers but he doesn’t slow down. Your mouth is hanging open and you’re coming so hard you feel the plug in your ass shift.

“Another. Give me another,” he demands, before rolling your clit around with the tip of his tongue. Your body agrees as another orgasm rips through you, making your back arch. You feel loose and pliant, as Boba continues. His tongue slips away from your clit and down, towards your ass. He pulls on the plug, sending shocks through your lower body. “Can’t wait to feel how tight you are back here,” he groans, slipping another finger in your pussy. His tongue flattens against your pussy and he pulls your over sensitive clit into his mouth again, making you cry out his name. He chuckles at your reaction, kissing at the softness of your thighs before he removes his fingers.

“Relaxed?” He asks, smearing the wetness of your pussy around the base of the plug. You nod, boneless and spent already. You’re not sure how you’re going to make it through the rest of the act. “Ready?” He asks, starting to tug on the plug. You nod again, spreading as wide as you can to help him but he pauses. “You may feel empty because you’ve had the plug in all day, but I promise it won’t last,” he says and it warms your heart how concerned he is. He’s always protecting you, especially from himself, and it makes you sad because Boba is the most selfless person you know. Once he deems you someone to be selfless for, of course. He starts working the plug out, the flared base slipping out much easier than you expected. Boba must be surprised too because he presses it right back in and it makes you gasp.

“Oh Princess,” he groans, a husky lilt to his voice. “This is going to be much more fun than I thought.” He pulls the plug back out, watching it slip easily from your back hole. He presses it back in, starting a small rhythm that punches the air from your lungs. It’s intense and you know taking his cock is going to drain you, but it’s going to feel amazing. “I’m going to actually take the plug out now, Princess,” he warns and even with the warning you’re not prepared. He pulls it all the way out, setting it down on the bed beside you, and you feel empty. He warned you it would happen but you didn’t realize the feeling would be so intense that tears spring in your eyes.

Boba senses the change in you immediately, coming up next to your face to cradle it. “We don’t have to continue, sweetheart,” he promises but you shake your head.

“No, that’s not the problem,” you assure him. “Just feeling emotional is all. Feels like a big step,” he nods the whole time you talk, thumb rubbing over your cheek. “I’m ready. I want this. I trust you,” he smiles, bending down to kiss you.

“If you’re sure, Princess,” he works his way back down your body, lips trailing over every inch of you as he goes. “Do you want to set the pace or do you want me to?”

“You. I don’t think I’ll have the presence of mind to stay in control,” you admit.

“Roll over for me, it’ll be easier if I can see how much of me you’re taking at a time,” you roll and his hands immediately grab handfuls of your ass. He pulls you up on your knees, allowing your body to spread for him and you feel the cold familiar trickle of lube. He groans when you clench, slipping two fingers inside you with no trouble. The distinctive sound of him lubing himself up echos through the room and in no time, his fingers are replaced by the head of his cock. He presses forwards, pushing the tight ring of muscle open with his head, stopping once he’s in. “Green?” He asks, one hand resting on your hip.

“Oh fucking green, Boba. I think I can take more,” you whine, trying to press back on him. His chuckle and the strong hand on your hip stop you but you want it. He feeds you another inch, gently massaging the tight ring of muscle with his thumb. He gives you another inch or two and you’re feeling so fucking full you don’t know how you’re going to take the rest. You groan, one that comes from deep in your chest as he slides in another inch.

“You’re so fucking tight back here, Princess,” Boba hisses, voice strained. “I’m almost there,” he tells you, slipping almost the entire way in. You nod, successfully pressing back against him this time and push him the rest of the way in. You both let out satisfied groans as you adjust to the feeling, the fullness of him. This moment with him, his huge cock buried deep in your ass, is so erotic you could come if he asked you to.

“Gods Boba, you’re so big,” you moan, the words catching in your throat. “Please move. I can handle it. I’ll tell you if I can’t,” you promise. He grunts and makes no move to pull out, fingers so tight on your hips you swear he’ll leave bruises. “Boba?”

“Need a moment, Princess. I’m not a young man anymore and if I move now, things will end before they get started,” his tone is clipped and you have to stifle the chuckle in your chest at him. You pull a dirty trick, clenching your muscles and yelp when his hand comes down hard on your ass.

“Brat,” he huffs. He finally starts moving and it’s overwhelming, but in the best kind of way. Your nerve endings feel like they’re being shocked, but your pussy is throbbing at the sheer naughtiness of what you’re doing right now. You never thought you’d be able to take Boba’s cock in your ass. He’s so big, you never thought he’d be able to fit.

You cry out his name as his pace picks up, right on the cusp of what you can both handle without coming apart at the seams. The friction from his cock and his balls slapping against your empty pussy push you right up on the edge.

“Should it always feel this good?” You breathe, reaching between your legs to touch yourself. You’re fucking soaked, the idea of getting fucked in the ass gets you wet, the actual act itself has you dripping. The pleasure spreads through your whole body, from the roots of your hair down to your toes. You didn’t expect to enjoy your first anal experience so much that you could come just from the feeling of him sliding in and out of your asshole, but here you are.

“Not-“ huff “always the-“ grunt “first time, Princess,” he tells you and the breaks in his speech tell you how hard he’s working to stay under control. Your middle finger makes contact with your clit and you nearly sob at how good it feels. Boba hisses when you start making circles, the feeling of you clamping down on him nearly has to be unbearable. You’re so close already, Boba sliding in and out of your ass has you teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“Where do you want me to come?” He asks and you’re not sure how he can even form words right now, let alone ask questions. You can feel him and his balls are drawn up so tightly it has to be painful.

“Inside,” you manage to choke out, the first waves of your orgasm licking at your spine. A particularly sharp thrust sends you hurtling over the edge and you’re pretty sure your whole body gives out as you come. Your ears are roaring with white noise, pussy clamping down on nothing as the aftershocks hit you. You sob, tears pooling in your eyes at the intensity and you faintly hear Boba cry your name. The familiar pressure of him lays across your back and his face tucks into the joint between your neck and shoulder as he murmurs sweet nothings into your ear.

Once you’re able to breathe again Boba checks in.

“Good?”

“Ohmygodsofuckinggood,” you slur, a sentence becoming a word.

“So anal is something you want to do again?” He chuckles as you nod, part of you still in oblivion. “I’m going to pull out. Prepare yourself,” he warns but this time you’re ready for it. The emptiness is still there but now you’re sated and relaxed, not as worried about the buildup to another act. “Can you get up on your knees?” He asks and you oblige, keeping your face pressed down as you lift. Boba grabs your ass, spreading you wide so he can see what you look like. “Fuck, Princess. You took me back here,” there’s a lilt of admiration in his voice, as well as desire. You nod, shaking a little as a show. He chuckles before giving you a loving pat and getting up to clean you. You lay there as Boba gets a warm cloth, wiping the leftover lube from your bodies before he grabs your favorite blanket and curls around you.

“Want to talk about it?” He asks. Sometimes he likes to check in and talk about a particularly rough or kinky session to make sure everything went according to plan but you don’t have the energy tonight. You shake your head at him, yawning as he wraps an arm around your waist.

“In the morning. Can we watch that one reality tv show?” He nods, releasing you to set up the holopad to watch Real Housewives of Coruscant City. This is the domestic bliss you crave after rough sessions. Boba eventually sends for tea and snacks and that’s how you spend your next couple hours until you fall asleep.

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I Told You (PT. 1)

Paring: Boba Fett x reader

Summary: Survivor of Order 66 turned bounty hunter finds much more than what you were bargaining for. But fairy tales don’t happen, and now you’re back on the very planet you swore you would never return to with a small green child and a Mandalorian. Except, the past you believed dead has a way of crawling out of the sands of Tatooine.

Warnings: mention of death, typical star wars violence, swearing

I loved Boba since the OT when he came back in the Mandalorian I cried lol

- Flashback -

You looked at the green armored bounty hunter “Boba...” you begin before he cuts you off with that deep voice you fell in love with all those years ago.

“Y/N, Jabba requested I go on the Sail Barge to watch the prisoners be executed, and well, in case something goes wrong the credits alone that I will get for Solo’s capture will be enough for us to live someone nice.” He looks at you through the t visor of the helmet.

You inhale a short breath as you rest your head on his breastplate, the cold metal soothed your worry just a bit. The feeling of him in front of you, breathing and heart beating “no amount of credits are worth your life Fett” you mumble as you wrap your arms around his waist.

You feel him shift in front of you as he wraps his armored arms around your frame, one of his hands travel up the back of your neck and into your h/c hair as he gently runs his fingers through the locks. “I’m just a simple man trying to make my way through the universe” he rests his forehead on top of your head.

You snort playfully and flick the exposed skin of his neck lightly “I’m telling you Boba, something doesn’t feel right...” you shrink into yourself as you feel your heart quicken at the thought of him dying, or tortured or whatever could happen out there.

“I’ll be careful princess don’t worry” he rests his hands on the side of your arms looking at you for your response.

You hug him one last time as you bend down and grab his blaster from its spot upon the ground “come back to me Fett” you hand him the blaster giving him a nod.

He chuckles “I hear you little one, I’ll be back tonight”

You nodded and smiled up at him one more time as you wave him goodbye.

But, he never returned when the sun on Tatooine began to set, and he always returned when he said he would. You tapped your foot radically as you chew at your bottom lip watching the door intently. “Maybe he’s just finishing with Jabba about the credits” you mumble to yourself as you head to your shared room for a sleepless and restless night.

As the morning sun creeps through the window your eyes remained glued on the spot the famed bounty hunter would sleep only to see an empty cold spot. You sigh as you get up and retrieve the weapon you swore you wouldn’t touch anymore. Your f/c lightsaber. You stare at the cursed thing before you throw it into your satchel and pick up one of his good blasters and holster it at your hip. You begin to wander to the doorway before you stop, you notice one of his cloaks and decided to throw it on adorning the Fett clan symbol as a brooch.

“Time to go to the disgusting palace and see what’s up” you mumble to yourself as you take one last look at your home before you head towards Jabba’s Palace.

You wander inside the palace and the horrendous smell hits your nose as you grunge at it before tugging onwards towards the throne room. Many of the other bounty hunters knew you, as well as Jabba, and his translator Bib Fortuna. He learned the hard way not to fuck with you. But he still creeped you out, with those pink eyes and sharpened teeth. However as you looked around the darkened palace you noticed the slug was nowhere to be seen, nor was Boba. On the throne instead was Bib. Your face frowns at the sight as your heart drops to your stomach as you approach the throne.

“Where’s Jabba Bib?” you snarl towards him snapping him out of his partying trance

“Jabba? Jabba is dead, the Sail Barge was destroyed by the prisoners” he looks at you with some fright as he swallows the words that bubbled on his tongue

Your breath quickens as your finger tips become cold and fire spreads through your veins as you look at him. Your hand twitches with a familiar power that you shoved away a long time ago. “And Fett?” you hiss towards him your aggressive tone made the throne room deathly silent as they all stared at you many of the slave girls yanked on their chains that wouldn’t break no matter how much they pulled.

He chuckled nervously as he adjusted himself upon the throne of the Hutts as he looks around “Y/N come on, he went out there willingly it isn’t my-” he was cut off by the sounds of him choking as he brings his hands to his throat giving you a pleading look as you use the force to tighten your grip around his throat. Your eyes held anger and furry in them as your body remain calm, your right hand merely raised a bit causing Bib his issues.

“I asked. What. About. Fett. Bib, if you thought feeding the slave girls to the Rancor was a horrible death I will make it infinitely worse....slower, I will make sure you feel ever single cut, and I’ll pluck your eyes out and shove them down your throat so you can watch me tear your heart out.”

He gasps for air in the spots he can as he continues to choke on nothingness “Boba..” he gasps “Boba is dead” the male twi’lek continued to gasp for air as you blink rapidly before you drop Bib as you rest your hand on your forehead coming to terms you will never ever see the man you love ever again.

‘dead...’

- End of Flashback -

You stare out of the window inside the cockpit of the Razor Crest as you return to the one planet you swore to never come back to. Tatooine. You let the child crawl around your lap as he looks around, occasionally making coo’s towards Din to get his attention. The beskar wearing Mandalorian turns his head to look at you as he begins the landing sequence, “why do you hate this planet so much Y/N? I recall you saying such when we found The Child”

You try to ignore him as you eyes remained peeled on the window that shown the grand desert of Taooine “I lost the most important thing in my life on this dust rock” you mumble as you give Din a glance “this planet is just a taunting nightmare of that echoing pain” you mumble as The Child coos up at you grasping at your hair before the familiar feeling of the ship landing drives you to pick up the small creature and hand him to Din. “It is a story I do not wish to talk about. Let’s find that contact of yours” you mumble as you throw on the all familiar cloak as you walk down the ramp of the Razor Crest. Your skin instantly hit with the heat of Tatooine as your boots crunch the sand with every step.

You look around the spot Din landed as he begins to talk to the lady who you don’t quite remember her name and you chuckle when the droids work at his ship before your attention is drawn into their conversation “Where is Mos Pelgo? I’m told there is one there.” Din says.

You stride towards your armored companion and join in on the conversation, “that’s impossible, the last mandolorian died here years ago when the Empire was still around” you say as your heart quickens as you put your hood up to hide your head from the beating of the suns

The women looks at you before she glances at the brooch on the cloak “it’s true there’s one living there. The marshal of the town. He wears a symbol just like that one” she points at the brooch before you instintfully smack her hand away.

Your throat tightens as your eyes narrow as your hands twitch with a familiar power before your turn around and cover your mouth to get control over your breathing ‘no that’s impossible, I went to the explosion myself there was no survivors’ you think to yourself. Din watches your behavior closely but continues his conversation as he discovers the location of Mos Pelgo.

You hated sand, you hated the trip to this forsaken town, and you hated being on this planet. It brought out the darkness within you, the powers you try so hard to cut yourself off from everyday. You look around as everyone stares at Din and you as you park your sand speeder beside his, “I don’t see a Mandalorian Din” you mumble as you walk into the bar with him.

He just glances at you before he approaches the Weequay behind the bar “can I help you?” the Weequay asks as he continues to clean the glasses but not without sparing a glance at your hooded frame.

“I’m looking for a Mandalorian” Din replies,

“Well, we don’t get many visitors in these parts, can you describe him?” the Weequay says. You sigh as you remove your hood allowing your h/c to flow down your shoulders and you take a seat at one of the nearby tables.

Din takes a moment before he responds “someone who looks like me.”

The Weequay looks Mando up and down before he says “mmm, you mean the Marshal?” You look up at the pair at this statement, ‘is it possible?’ you thought to yourself as you listen to them more intently.

“Your Marshal wears Mandalorian armor?” Din asks curiously before the Weequay glances at the doorway of the bar with a grunt,

“see for yourself”

You stand up and find yourself at Din’s side as your pulse quickens, your hand finds your f/c saber that is hidden away in your satchel. Your heart is in your throat as you see the familiar green armor but your senses told you it wasn’t him. Were your eyes deceiving you? Was this some short of illusion from this cursed rock. “B-Boba?” You say in barely a whisper but not without Din catching it as you stare at the man in shock, your e/c eyes wide in horror.

The man in the familiar armor approaches the two of you “what brings you two here strangers?” The voice, the voice wasn’t the same. Your lips curl into a snarl as you feel anger coursing through your veins as Din replies to the question.

“I’ve been searching for your for many parsecs”

Your hand twitches on the familiar saber in your bag as you glare at the man as he approaches the bar “well, now, you found me. Weequay three snorts of spotchka”

‘That’s the wrong drink he knows I hate the stuff’ you think to yourself as your mind tries to wrap itself around the fact the armor is familiar and looks unharmed by any explosion. The man grabs the shot glasses as well as the bottle as he walks over to the nearest table “why don’t you join me for a drink”

You continue to glare at him watching his every move as he takes a seat and removes the helmet your lover wore all those years ago revealing a silver fox man as he smirks at the two of you “I’ve never met a real Mandalorian”

You see red as you draw out your f/c light saber and igniting it faster then anymore could blink holding the dangerous blade close to his skin “where did you get the armor?! Where did you get the fucking armor?! It doesn’t belong to you! You slimy dirtfish I will gut you right here and peel that armor off your cold corpse!” You shout at him before Din stands between you and him giving you a glare through the helmet.

You glare at the marshal as your saber still points at his throat before you retract the deadly weapon before scoffing at the man as you lean your back against the bar not once taking your eyes off him.

The man swallows and chuckles “heard stories. I know you’re good at killing.”

“You bet your life I’m good at killing” you sneer towards him with Din giving you a glance to knock it off before he returns his attention back towards the man in armor who proceeds to pour the shots,

“Probably none too happy to see me wearing this hardware. I figure only one of us is walking out of here, or two. But then I see the little guy...and I think, maybe I pegged you wrong” he continues speaking.

Every nerve in your body was in overdrive as your hand remained clenching the saber as you desired nothing more then to end his life and take back what belongs to you, or the last fragment of the man you love.

Din looks at you before he returns to the armor stealing thief “who are you?” he questions

“I’m Cobb Vanth, marshal of Mos Pelgo”

You snort as you point to him “more like slimy romp rat you armor thieving prick” you hiss towards him in anger before Din raises a hand towards you to calm down.

“Where did you get the armor?”

“Bought it off some Jawas” Cobb quickly answers which only further fanned the flames of anger within you.

“Bullshit! No Jawas go that far north! Tell me the truth!” you shout towards him.

Cobb watches you “easy my lightsaber wielding friend-” he was cut off by Din

“Hand it over.”

Cobb looks between the two of you as he puts the shot glass down, “look, pal, I’m sure you call the shot where you guys come from, but ‘round here, I’m the one tells folks what to do”

You raise your hand the familiar feeling returning to you as Cobb slowly begins to choke on nothingness but still had the ability to talk “how about this. Marshal.” you say as venom drips off your tongue “I won’t kill you, I won’t crush your windpipe like a fucking twig if you hand over the armor. Plain. Simple. It belongs to me” you hiss at him as you approach him slowly before Din steps forward.

“Do what Y/N says. Take it off or I’ll let her finish the job” you glance at Din before you release the marshal of the force but remain at Din’s side

Cobb points to The Child “we gonna do this in front o’ the kid?” to which he coos from his spot by the pot in front of the bar.

Din replies with “he’s seen worse”

Cobb shrugs as he looks between the two of you “right here then?”

You and Din both say in unison “right here”

Cobb sighs as he stands up his hand hovering over his blaster to which you ignite the saber as you watch the man closely, sensing the air around you the tension thick as the guts of a rancor. The tension was cut short as the ground begins to shake. The three of you walk to the entrance of the bar as you sheath your saber and put it back in your bag as you observe people running to their homes and in the distance the sand becoming disturbed and turning almost into water with how it moved as the unground dwelling beast swam through town before it strikes out of the sand and it’s massive jaws take a whole Bantha down with it.

“Maybe we can work something out” Cobb says defeated as you roll your eyes before you walk into the bar and pick up The Child from his bowl that he was hiding in before you catch up with the boys. “That creature’s been terrorizing these parts since long before Mos Pelgo was established. Thanks to this armor, I’ve been able to protect this town from bandits and sand people. They look at me to protect ‘em. But a krayt dragon is to much for me to take on alone.” Cobb stops and rests his arm on a post as he looks at you and Din “help me kill it, I’ll give you the armor”

You glare at him even though he gives you kind eyes as Din thinks for a moment before replying “deal. I’ll ride back to the ship and blow it out of the sand from the sky”

You shake your head “no no Din you can’t it feels the vibration it won’t surface if you fly over, plus the only weak point on a krayt dragon is it’s belly” you mumble as the two boys listen to you.

Cobb nods towards you “she’s right but I know where it lives it’s not far come on”

You soon found yourself on the cursed sand speeder again riding beside Din and Cobb as he begins to speak “you don’t know what it was like, the town was on it’s last legs. It started after we got news of the Death Star blowing up. The second one that is.”

You zoned out of the conversation. You didn’t care. Your mind was tormented with how Boba’s armor looked untouched by an explosion but yet a stranger wore it and Boba never came home. He had to be dead there was no other explanation. The three of you begin approaching the canyons before you look over at Cobb “you will never be the man who wore that armor before you. You were a coward and ran. You disgrace the armor every second you wear it” you say but not without the tone of heartbreak seething through your aggressive one before you become quiet again.

Cobb sighs as he looks at you as he looks he wants to say something to you before the sound of the Tusken hounds cuts him off. The two boys ready their blasters as you remain seated on your speeder. Din gets off once he sees the scale covered dogs and shouts in Tusken. You had no idea what he was saying but you watched the scene before you. But you felt distant. Like you were apart from your body, and the old aching feeling that was buried so deep returned to your heart and you soon found yourself around a campfire surrounded by sand people as Mando continues to speak with them. Cobb nudges your arm as he looks at you. “I am not the man you expected behind the helmet am I?” he questions.

You remain quiet as you continue throwing small pieces of splinters into the fire from the stick you were playing with as Cobb continues

“he’s dead I’m guessing?” You freeze at his statement as you e/c eyes move from the fire to his face. “And you are what? A jedi? Sith?” he continues to ask.

You sigh as you return to throwing splinters into the fire “the armor doesn’t belong to you. You have no business knowing how, or what I am. Let’s leave it at that” you mumble as you wipe a stray tear that falls onto your cheek.

- Time Skip -

You watch the Tusken Raider as they busy themselves within the corpse of the krayt dragon as Cobb approaches you and your sand speeder with Boba’s armor taken off and nicely packed together as he gives you a smile which you returned “back to it’s rightful owner, I hope our paths cross again” he looks at you as Boba’s helmet lands in your hands.

Your fingers caressing the visor and the familiar dent on the right as you look up at him, “as do I. With less hostile conditions” you offer a small smile towards him.

He chuckles “oh believe me I don’t wanna find myself at the wrong end of that saber....now” he looks at you curiously. “I gotta ask. What are you? Sith? Jedi?”

You give a sad smile as you look down at Boba’s helmet “I was a padawan when the purge happened. As time went on.... I was neither. It’s the best answer I can give” you look up at him again to see him nod

“I understand. Be safe” he waves to you as you get onto your speeder and follow Din back to where the ship was landed.

The two of you begin loading stuff up onto the ship, Boba’s armor was the last part to be loaded as you tuck the pieces under your bed as you hold the helmet in your hands as you crawl into your bed and stare at the t visor. Silent tears roll down your face as a quiet sniffle is emitted from your form.

Din stares at your form with many questions that danced around in his head but he decided against asking you currently as he turns around and sets the ship on its next course through space.

You lost track of time with the memories of Boba and you flashing through your head as your hand ran over the all to familiar armor. Your fingers becoming familiar with each dent, each flake of paint and to what puzzled you no signs of an explosion. Your thoughts and memories were interrupted by the sound of Din’s armor as he approaches your form. You wipe the remaining tears on your cheeks as you sit up placing Boba helmet in your lap as you look up at your companion. “Ah, sorry, what is it?” you sniffle as you compose yourself quickly,

“we need to talk” he says straight forward as he leans his back against the table across from you as he looks at you.

You nod, you knew you would have this conversation with him eventually “what is it you desire to know?”

“What are you? Jedi? Why can’t you train the child? Who does the armor belong to? Were you part of a clan?” He fires off question after question as he points to the lightsaber on your pillow “is that yours? Did you kill someone for it?”

You take a deep breath as you look at him with your e/c eyes as your h/c hair flows down your chest as you lean forward. “I am no Jedi, I was a Padawan, well...even that is a stretch. I was assigned my master at the age of 8, extremely young for a Padawan most are still younglings at that age but they saw potential in me” you scoff as you feel tears slowly form in your eyes as you continue to tell your story. “I was assigned Master Plo Koon. Leader of the Wolf Squadron also known as the 104th Battalion. I was with him for three years. Then....the purge came. We were in our starfighters and our clones fired upon us. My friends, my clones tried to kill me!” you voice raises slightly as the painful memories resurface slowly. “It was the battle of Cato Neimoidia and then out of the blue all of our clones turn on us and shoot my master and I out of the sky. His starfighter crashed killing him instantly, they shot me down as well but I survived the crash. Well, barely I was gravely wounded” You move some fabric around your ribs exposing the scars the deeply imprinted your flesh before you point to your lightsaber “as did my weapon. But the clones....” you chuckle darkly “if it’s one thing they knew was how to take down a Jedi. They hunted me for days before being called back to Coruscant. Those men I called friends...” you mumble sadly. “I had no one. I was barely trained, I knew how to use the weapon but the force? Only a fragment to that of a fully trained Jedi. So...I tried...to sever my connection with the force. It was the thing that kept me on the radar of the empire but it failed time and time again. So I fled to the one planet those assholes wouldn’t find me. Tatooine.” You look at Din intently, “I cannot train the child because I wasn’t trained myself, and my connection to the force is...damaged, or tainted. As you saw with Cobb he was choking, that was me. The dark side of me, of the force I will not pass that onto the child.” You see Din nod slowly as you continue. “I became a bounty hunter, to stay hidden right under the noses of the empire, and-” you chuckle as you run your hand over Boba’s helmet that remained in your lap. “Him and I were on the same bounty and it was loads of credits, so naturally we competed for it. He won of course but that night....” you smile happily “that night was heaven, his touch was like lightning sending shock waves through me. And so, every bounty became a competition, and he would win most of them, sometimes I let him win because every night led to the same. The same fire. This went on for.....um, almost a year before he was laying in the bed and I was getting dressed like I always did and he...” you sniffle “he told me to stay. It was an unspoken bond, an unspoken acceptance of the relationship. Life for once...was good he never questioned me about the purge, about me being a Jedi. He accepted me for me. Then.....the day came” you mumble as you look down at his helmet and hug it tightly against your chest.

“What day?” Din asks softly,

“The day he died...” you mumble “he wanted us to live somewhere nice. Not some dust planet in the outter rim. We wanted to start a family so he went after the highest bounty in the galaxy. Han Solo. He did catch him and he was supposed to be given the credits but Jabba asked him for one more favor. To watch over the execution of Solo and his companions. But he never returned and after I gently asked around I discovered he died along with Jabba on the explosion of Sail Barge. I went there myself and everything was ash. There was no survivors.” You mumble as a tear slips down your cheek and lands on the helmet. “The cloak is his, the brooch is his clan, Fett.” You look up at the Mandalorian waiting for him to say something.

He glances at the armor, the saber, then back towards you as he stands as put both hands on your arms much like Boba did to calm your nerves. “I am truly, truly sorry Y/N” he says before he stands and wanders back into the cockpit allowing you to be alone with your thoughts and memories once again.

- Time Skip -

You smile down at the child as he coos at you as Din wanders around and talking of levers or an activation switch. You chuckled to yourself at his actions before you step in his way of his wandering and gently place your hands at his arms to stop him in his tracks. “Din, everything will be fine, the force is strong here the child knows what to do you have to stop moving” you chuckle as you look up at him. You sensed him relax under your touch which was rare for the armored Mandalorian before the two of you glance up at the sound of ship entering the atmosphere. The two of you jogged to the edge of the cliff as you place your hand over your mouth as your breath quickens and your stomach ties in knots. “No no no, that’s impossible” you say as you watch the familiar Slave-1 land.

“What’s impossible?” Din asks,

you glance up at your companion “that’s Boba’s ship. Din, I have to know. I’ll meet you back at the ship I promise” You grab your f/c lightsaber from your bag at your side as you prepare to jump down the cliff before Din grabs your arm.

“Be careful...” he glances to the kid who was surrounded by a blue mystical pillar “I’ll meet you down there shortly”

You stare at him for a moment before giving him a warm smile before you hop down the cliff and slithering your way through the many different rock faces towards the all familiar Slave-1. Your heart was in your throat as you twirl the hilt of your saber in your hand you were feeling the rage fill up within you like a pitcher. You wanted blood. You wanted to smell the burning of flesh as your saber would sink into whoever stole the ship. The sound of footsteps cause you to crouch down near a circular boulder, you feel the rough surface against your back and palm as you place your hand on the rock as you peak your head around. You see two figures, a hooded man and a masked women. Something felt...familiar with one of them but you couldn’t exactly pinpoint which one you carefully analyzed their weapons, snipers and one of those odd sticks the sand people used. You rolled your eyes as you continued to watch the pair as you glance at the Slave-1 just a bit beyond them, the man instructed the women to head to the rock face and position herself to aim at the child ‘not a chance if I can help it’ you think to yourself as you take a deep breath as you already feel adrenaline coursing through your veins as you put your hood up hiding any features about yourself as you emerge from your hiding spot as you continue to twirl the hilt to keep your anger in check.

The two of them turn to face you as the women aims her gun at you but with a simple swipe of your hand her weapon was knocked away from her. “Now now, we don’t kill children. I however, will kill you and take what rightfully belongs to me” you glare at the two of them as you motion to the ship off in the distance.

The two studied you for a moment before the man spoke “the ship belonged to my father, it is rightfully mine” the deep draw of his voice it shook you to your core, it was so familiar, so warm, so...forgotten about. You momentarily lower your aggressive stance from shock as you stare at the hooded man, you saw his jawline and a few specks of scars but nothing familiar but within the force you felt something pulling you towards him. Something familiar, something from your past tugging at your heartstrings. Your moment was interrupted when you felt the wind knocked out of you as the women tackled you onto the rocky ground your saber knocked out of your hand as she begins to land punches into your jaw. You wrap your legs around her waist and easily flip her over as your hand grabs ahold of her helmet as you begin to smash it into the ground with all your strength over and over again. The hooded man quickly comes to his companions aid as he swings the staff towards your body to knock you off her, you felt the staff connect with your ribs as you fly off her but you quickly recover and jump to your feet just as the man came at you again with the staff. You grab it mid swing and with the aid of the force you pick the man up and throw him against one of the larger rocks, not enough to kill him. The women groans as she slowly crawls to her gun as you look for your saber amongst the rocks, the man groans in pain as he uses the staff to aid his body upright as he circles you. You keep your eyes on him as you mimic his movements as you see the gleam of your saber from the blaring sun. You suddenly feel a hot burning pain in the upper part of your chest as a sniper bolt goes through the upper part of your collarbone. You glare behind you and see the women swaying back and forth with the sniper as you turn your attention back towards the man and your saber as your hand finds the wound. ‘Maybe I’ll be able to see Boba soon’ you think to yourself as you taunt the man to attack you, listening carefully for the women to take aim towards you again. Click you hear the familiar sound as you reach out and summon the familiar weapon into your hands igniting it and projecting the bolt back towards her, to which she barely dodged out of the way from. The man swung his staff at your legs but your heightened abilities due to the blaster bolt made your reactions quicker as you cut the staff in half as the women makes her way to your back in an attempt to strike you with a vibroblade in which you swung around your saber around your body with elegance but strength as you hit the blade with such force with your own its knocked out of her hand. You reach towards her with your saber free hand and begin to force choke her to keep her in place as she hovers a few inches off the ground. You point the saber at the neck of the hooded man. "The ship belonged to someone I held dear. It belongs to me" you snarl in heavy breaths as the wound begins to seep blood onto your clothes.

The hooded man stared at you with his own labored breaths, "there is only one women in the entire galaxy I know who fights like you do" he mumbles.

You inch the saber closer to his skin. Your strength slowly faltering from using the force so much. The man slowly reaches for his hood as he reveals himself. Beautiful tanned skin, the familiar scars the you used to trace after each bounty and the hardened eyes. His beautiful golden brown eyes stared at you as they cracked. Like they always did when he saw you. But this was different like he saw you rise from the dead. Your breath quickened as your ribs tighten around your lungs to the point it feels like they'll pop. It was Boba. Your lover. Your missing heart. He was alive, this whole time. You felt a wave of guilt rush over you as you drop the women and your saber as you rip your hood off your head allowing the sun to pierce your skin on your neck as you collapse to your knees in front of him as you weakly reach for him "Boba....."

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bakerstreethound · 2 years

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A Daimyo’s Wish

Relationship: Boba Fett x reader

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, swearing, and thigh riding

Summary: After months of fantasizing about Boba Fett, an anonymous tip gets out to him, leaving you to reveal your desires for him and his throne.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (do NOT repost or translate my works to any other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username.)

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Blame @pandaqueen7799 for this fic. Once I started writing Boba, I couldn’t help myself and ended up with this piece for her since Boba decided to be my muse for the day. Please enjoy (: I hope to get back to my other characters soon. *gif isn’t mine*

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The thing about Boba Fett, the legendary bounty hunter, was that he was way more skilled in the bedroom than he let on. And yet you still somehow find yourself fantasizing about the way his fingers would feel running along your body, making you come undone multiple times over.

That was before however, someone gave him an anonymous tip, and a few extra credits later that you somehow found yourself standing before him in the throne room, nothing but the occasional sound of traders bartering outside. Not that it was by any means a regular occurrence. You never imaged coming undone by him while sitting in his lap, working you to his will. Never let yourself get caught in a daydream when he reviewed the newest happenings in Mos Eisley or organized missions and consulted Fennec with citizen’s concerns, especially with the spice runners. You were definitely not consumed by thinking of being railed by him in every position or way possible. Not a question or concern at all.

“Did you catch any of that?” His voice drones on through his modulator, pulling you from your stupor. Currently the throne room was occupied with Boba and Fennec finishing off an important deal, a few exchanging of credits here and there. You yawn a few times, shifting on your feet to keep from falling asleep, that was until you realized he was talking to you, and you were the one before his throne.

“A few bits here and there, daimyo, yes. Although I doubt it was of any importance.”

Fennec purses her lips from her spot on the arm of the throne, choking down her drink, her crafty eyes lit with mischief.

“I could certainly get you in line, maybe,” Boba continues, brushing off your remark. “For the right price, which luckily for you, I happened to spare a few hours today free of any obligations.”

“How generous of you, although you trust Fennec to hold the fort down?”

“As if I need you questioning my authority here. I was told you came here willingly. Eager was the word used. “

“Eager?” You can’t help but raise a questioning brow.

“Enthusiastic, insatiable and that was putting it mildly.” He chuckles, adjusting himself slightly on the throne, making no effort to move. Fennec casually slipped away, tossing a knowing glance to you, which you ignored, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, old man.”

His fingers tap against the armrests of the throne, adjusting himself so his legs spread in a more relaxed position. What you didn’t expect was the index finger he crooked at you, patting his thigh in offering. “I would use your words wisely, little one.”

You step closer, swallowing the bubbling excitement and thrill already coursing through your body. Once you’re an arm's length away you settle into his lap, surprised at how comfortable he is. You’d never imagined being on the lap of one of the most legendary and fearsome and lethal bounty hunters known to the galaxy. A wake of thrilling shivers follows the thought, and you can feel the smirk formed under Boba’s helmet. You huff in impatience, grasping the sides of his helmet, asking in silent question and he reaches up to gently pull it off, his face in all its battle scarred glory, brought to the light. You took a moment to compose yourself almost breathless just gazing into his piercing brown eyes locked on to you, the way your body pressed into his.

His hands slowly trail along your body, gripping your waist tight. “Are you comfortable, mesh’la?” You can’t fight up the burning sensations building up inside you and you squirm. He smirked at your response, trailing his lips along your neck with the softest of touches, causing you to lean into him more, the sparks not letting up, the already sweltering heat embedding into your skin, daring to implode you with every touch he left.

“Yes, it’s good.”

One of his hands reached to trail a finger along your jaw, tilting your chin up a fraction, his lips brushing against yours. “What do you say, cyar’ika?”

“Please,” the whispered plea fell from your lips before you could stop it, and his lips capture your own in a gentle fiery kiss, deepening with each plea falling from your lips as his hands wander along you, tracing up your thigh, daring to brush his fingers along you. “Fuck,” your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, and you bite back another groan. He smirks despite himself, hands gripping your waist, his fingers sliding under your waistband stroking you so slowly the ache burning coursing inside you, your senses already screaming in retaliation. He pulls his fingers away, chuckling, causing you to whimper at the loss.

“All in due time, mesh’la; I want to take you on a ride to see the stars.”

He shifts under you slightly, his thigh pressing up against you when he shifts you over, and you bite your lip. He sucks marks along your neck, biting your lips harshly, enjoying the sight of you above him, and he cups your breasts in encouragement, causing you to groan. You hated to admit how embarrassingly soaked you are for him, grinding against him harder, fueled with desperation needing to chase that high he was driving you to in the brink of madness. .

“My my jatisyc,” his hands grip your hips so tight; you are sure bruises will be there by morning and to hell with anyone who dared touch you. There would be no doubt among it that you were his and his alone. Your neck bruised as well, marked and claimed by the fearsome Boba Fett. He doesn’t let up, intent on getting you to your release of pleasure, murmuring praises and encouragement. “Just like that, cyar’ika, yes no one else can have you. Look at you riding my thigh so well. This is what you’ve wanted, hmm?”

You don’t have room left to answer, for all you feel is the rush, a sob wrenching deep within your chest, you’re sure everyone near the vicinity can hear you, but you could care less, your mouth is dry and raw, all you can do is beg for more and he grips you tighter, willing you to continue riding him faster and harder, his hand slipping under your waistband, fingers pulling tricks to make you come undone once more only for him. It’s not long before he’s bringing you to your second release and you don’t fight it, crashing into his lips to suppress your moaning.

He kisses you back with as much vigor, relishing in the conquest you both longed for. He removed his fingers and held your trembling body tight. “I think best you drink this,” he brushes back a stray lock of hair and hands you some water which you accept and sip slowly, allowing the coolness to sooth your burning throat.

A blush forms on your face as your brain slowly begins to process the occurrence and you can't help but avoid his gaze, even as he strokes your back gently, allowing you to readjust back in his lap after getting himself under control. You can’t help but smirk and slightly wiggle against him.

“Would you like to sit on something more comfortable? You had quite the exertion today.” He offers a small bemused grin.

“I’m sure we could make use of the springs some other time, my daimyo. But tell me what else do you wish for?”

He raises a brow. “Would you like me to answer? Because I’ve wanted to do that with you ever since you came here. Although, I do suppose I could leave a few more of my marks on you.

You roll your eyes in amusement, pecking his cheek, not doubting for a moment he truly left his mark. No one else could have you or lay claim to you for you were his and his alone.

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sprout-fics · 2 years

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M e n a g e r i e

A Boba Fett x Heiress! Reader story

Summary:

Growing up as a child to a family of legendary assassins, you were used to the cutthroat, horrifying reality of the underworld. Yet when the long-assumed dead Boba Fett comes back to life, your life shifts from tribulation to terror.

Fett comes calling on a debt yet to be repaid by your family head. Suddenly you find yourself thrust into a web of lies, handed over as compensation to the new king of Tatooine as repayment for your brother’s debt.

Yet the Mandalorian who now sits on the throne is not the monster you thought he would be. Instead, he asks for your aid, and soon you find yourself allied with one of the most dangerous men in the entire galaxy, with only one goal in mind:

Revenge.

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blurbsndrabbles · 1 year

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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."

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Strange Bedfellows

Boba x fem!reader, slow burn to smut/romance, sparse use of Y/N, light action

Din & reader, Fennec & reader

You’re a bounty hunter who linked up with Din during Mandalorian season 2. When he teams up with Boba and Fennec, you have a strange reaction to your new ally.

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This is from over a year ago… finally found an ending! 2 parts... posting together bc yolo, my GN lovelies 🤎🧋

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PART I

“Are you sure we can trust them?” You asked, skeptical.

“No, but I don’t really have a choice if we’re going to get the kid back,” Din responded, not looking up from his work.

“Hm,” he was right, but that made you like it all the less.

You weren’t sure about the pair; they were widely known to be treacherous. Plus, Fett gave you a weird feeling in your stomach. You could’t quite name it, but you didn’t like it.

“I could use your support right now, please,” Din looked up at you, tilting his helmet. You sighed. “I know. I have your back.” He went back to tinkering.

***

You arrived at Slave 1 and met your other new companions. Bo-Katan and her group seemed uppity. The two mercs suddenly seemed like a much better choice. But it was done. Your three groups united awkwardly in the cargo bay. After some introductions, you all stared at each other. Everyone was in their cliques, eyeing the other groups. Finally, Rennie said, “Maybe we could build a bonfire. Get some fresh air?” There seemed to be a relieved air that passed through the room. Everyone made their way outside, grabbing flammable objects as they went.

You all sat around the fire, drinking spotchka, except for Din and yourself. He politely passed the bottle along whenever it came to him. You took it from him and passed it to Rennie. “Let’s play a game,” she suggested, accepting the spotchka. You looked amongst each other. “Like what?” Fennec asked.

“Maybe Truth or Dare.” Everyone shrugged. “I’ll go first. Boba, I pick you.”

 He looked at her warily, “Truth.”  “If you had to choose between being naked or having your thoughts appear in thought bubbles above your head for everyone to read, which would you choose?”

“Naked,” he said without hesitation. “Fennec.”

She thought about it, “Truth. I don’t think I want a dare from Boba Fett.”

The game continued good naturally for a while. Finally it came to Rennie. She turned to you, “Truth or dare?”

“Do a dare,” Din said in a low voice, poking at you with a stick he’d apparently found. You didn’t know why, but you chose dare.

“Kiss Boba on the mouth.” Everyone stopped to stare. You tilted your helmet. “Can I ask for a truth?” There was nervous laughter. “You never said she had to take off her helmet,” Fennec chimed in. “True,” Cara seconded. “Well how else would she kiss him?” Bo-Katan questioned. A debate erupted into whether or not you needed to remove your helmet. You sat back, desperately relieved. The evening wound down, with the argument at a stalemate. People started to move back into Slave 1, still discussing their positions on the matter of your helmet. Rennie leaned in to your space, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I guess I wasn’t thinking.”

You shrugged, feeling awkward. The idea of kissing Boba was not unpleasant. But with a crowd? You thought about revealing your damaged face, frowning. Your stomach churned, feeling light and full of butterflies. You stood, turning to go inside. You met Boba’s gaze. He turned and the three of you started to walk to his ship. “You know, you’re the only one who was brave enough to do a dare,” Boba commented, unbidden. Rennie laughed, “I was so shocked you said dare, I didn’t know what to do.” You again shrugged, uncomfortable with the attention. You were still feeing odd about the idea of kissing Boba. The three of you broke up when you got back inside. You headed to the hammocks to get some sleep, and escape any more social interaction.

***

The next day a couple of people were still stuck on your helmet. You smiled pleasantly under your helmet. Now that some time had passed, it was a little amusing to be so fiercely debated by these warriors.

You went to the mess and found Din, Rennie, Cara, and Bo-Katan. They were discussing self defense. Or more accurately, Rennie’s inability to defend herself.

“Come on, let’s show Rennie some moves,” Din suggested.

You stood off to the side, not really participating. You were waiting for Bo-Katan to move so you could grab some food and go. A debate started again. Finally everyone moved outside. You were somehow swept up into the group, and accompanied them. You idly watched Din draw a small circle in the ground with a stick.

“Okay, who’s up for some sparring?” Rennie asked, excited.

Din nodded at you, “C’mon. You and Fennec.”

Fennec nodded and walked up into the little circle Din had drawn. You made a disapproving noise. Din poked at you with the stick, “In the circle.” You noticed Boba watching you. Somehow he had also gotten swept up into the group. You swallowed and got into the ring.

You squared off with Fennec. She took a wide stance and put her hands up. You likewise took a wide stance, but left your arms by your sides. You knew you didn’t need to have them raised. She was good, but you were better.

She raised an eyebrow at you. “Okay, start!” Rennie said.

Fennec started to circle you. You circled her, watching. She came at you like lightning. You crossed your arms and pushed back, deflecting her. You aimed for her head and punched. You connected. She went down. You stood there, shocked for a moment.

Rennie gasped.

You bent over to help her stand. “Are you okay?”  Fennec shook her head, “Yes.”

“Sorry.”

“Let’s go again?”

 You sighed. Great. You didn’t meant to start a rivalry. You liked Fennec. You squared off again. This time you put your hands up, feeling guilting for head punching her. You decided to attack first, and came at her with a high kick. She went to defend. You dropped down and swept the ground with your other leg, nearly catching her. She jumped over your leg and took a step backwards to balance herself. You popped up and took a hit to the gut. You groaned and head butted her. She took a step back and went after your throat with her elbow. You leaned back, narrowly missing it. The two of you broke apart, circling.

“I’m not sure Rennie is learning anything watching you two try to hurt each other,” Boba said dryly.

“We’re having fun,” Fennec said, keeping her eyes on you.

“Maybe we should swap partners,” Din suggested.

 “Fine,” Fennec dropped her hands. “We’ll spar later.” She walked past you, smacking your butt as she did. You accepted the spank seriously, not moving.

“I think Y/N should fight Boba,” Rennie blurted out.

“I don’t have a death wish,” you interjected.

“I’d like to see it,” Fennec said. You winced. No.

Boba shrugged, “Let’s actually demonstrate something.”

He walked over and nodded at you, squaring off. You did the same, raising your hands high. You knew he was going to be tough.

“Okay, show me how to block an attack,” Rennie addressed Boba.

He nodded at you. You came at him, all elbows and knees. He grabbed you and savagely flipped you on your back. You connected with the ground, nearly knocking the wind out of you. You groaned. Exactly what you thought. He was going to kick your ass repeatedly. He offered you a hand and you took it, heart pounding. His touch was electric. You tried to act casual, but felt awkward.

“Wow, that was pretty badass,” Rennie said, looking at Boba, wide eyed.

 He shrugged. You swallowed. She was such a pretty thing. You thought about the scarring that spiderwebbed across the left side of your head.

“Rennie, try that move on Y/N,” Din said.

She flounced out to where Boba stood, “I get to be you now.” He faintly smiled and moved out of the makeshift arena. You growled, inaudibly.

She nodded at you. You came at her quarter power, waiting for her to flip you. She managed to. You laid on the ground, considering how you ended up there. She offered you a hand. You begrudgingly took it.

“Pretty good, let’s keep doing some easy moves,” Din said.

You sighed quietly.   ***

The team had dropped down out of orbit in Slave 1, landing neatly in a well-disguised clearing. Rennie tagged along for reasons you didn’t understand. Someone had given her a blaster. You worried about friendly fire.

The group broke apart per the plan, and you, Boba, and Rennie went to the left. You were supposed to lay down cover fire for the others. Boba prepped his cycler rifle and you got your blaster ready, ensuring the scope was still good. Rennie looked at her blaster skeptically. “Just stay behind us,” you said. Both of your companions looked up at you, surprised you’d spoken. Boba agreed with you, “Yes, stay far behind us, in fact.” Rennie nodded. You heard blaster fire start. That was the cue. You and Boba moved forward, going to your positions. You started to lay down suppressing fire.

You heard a noise of distress and turned to your right. Rennie had gotten trapped by herself. You and Boba looked at each other. You sighed. You jumped up from your location and ran to grab her. A trooper spotted her and took aim. You threw yourself through the air, connecting with her body. The blaster fire connected with your helmet, shattering it on the left side. Your HUD was cracked; red warnings blared. You landed on top of her. “Stay here,” you growled, and hopped over the barricade, running through the crossfire towards the source. You dodged and rolled, coming to stop at cover directly in front of your target. You noted you had taken damage you to left shoulder. Oh well.

You pulled your vibro blade out and ignited it. “Wait for us to provide cover fire,” your comm crackled to life, distorted due to the damage your helmet had sustained. You ignored it and hopped over. You took fire, but ignored that too. Jumping, you slashed at the nearest stormtrooper, cutting his armor and slicing him open from collarbone to navel. He went down heavily. The spray of fine blood mist hung in the air for a moment. You ran through it to your next target, the troopers with the heavy artillery. You slashed and cut, easily dispatching them.

By that time your companions had caught up to you. They took out the remainder of the troopers. Then all was quiet suddenly. The battle was over. You stood, stance wide, vibro blade still drawn, panting. Then you noticed something wet on your face. You were probably bleeding. You put your blade away and raised your hands to your helmet. You were chagrin to remove it, but it couldn’t be helped. You needed to assess the damage to your soft tissue.

You deftly clicked the buttons to release your helmet. You sighed, stopping. You noticed the others watching you. Great. You rolled your eyes. You sat down crossed legged, and quickly lifted up and placed your helmet on the sandy ground. You kept the right side of your face to them so they couldn’t see your scarring. You grabbed a mirror and checked in on your face. There was minor damage, just some slices into your already scarred head. You shrugged and pulled out some gauze to wipe it clean.

Rennie appeared. “Let me help you. You saved my life, after all.”

You stared at her. “No.”  She looked taken aback, but backed off. The others observed, but said nothing. You wiped your face, wincing as you did. You wanted to cry. Not because of the pain. You didn’t like being this vulnerable. Especially around the man that made you so uncomfortable in your skin. You shifted, hoping he wasn’t paying attention. Luckily the others seemed to now be engaged in conversation. You finished bandaging your face and then grabbed your helmet to take stock. It could be repaired, but it was useless right now. You glowered at it. You couldn’t put it back on.

You tried to casually stand up, hanging your helmet off your belt. It bumped against your hip uselessly, frustrating you all over again. You turned to look at your companions, face finally revealed. They tried to not appear curious, but it was human nature. You didn’t make eye contact with anyone, but you felt their gazes as they passed over you.

“We’re heading out, we got what we needed,” said Cara, holding up the tiny computer. You looked at it. All this for that.

You turned to leave with the group. As you headed back to Slave 1, Fennec sidled up to you.

“You had some good moves out there.” You side eyed her. “You saved Rennie’s life. And the fire you took allowed us to move our positions up.” You continued to side eye her, jaw held closed tightly. “You’re good to have in a scrape.”

You hmmd at her and continued walking, feeling your helmet thump on your leg. You weren’t in the mood to have kind things said to you. It irritated you an irrational amount. “Boba and I can help you fix your helmet. It looks salvageable.” You turned to her. “Mmkay,” you said flatly. She seemed to take the hint and dropped back, leaving you to yourself. You felt even worse now. You liked Fennec.

*** Back at the ship you continued to feel like shit. You went to the fresher and washed out your cuts, applying a bacta gel to them. It stung, but it didn’t hurt as bad as you felt on the inside. You sighed, staring at yourself. The spiderweb of scarring on the side of your skull was now interrupted by three fresh deep cuts. Your inordinately blue mechanical eye stood out against your real one. You didn’t like your face. You looked away, swallowing hard.

You finally left the fresher, trying to creep out unnoticed. It was evening. You heard everyone else eating in the observation room. You snuck past the doorway, to the cargo bay. You wanted to fix your helmet so you could get it back on your head.

You busted into Boba’s tools, not caring you were touching something that didn’t belong to you. You just wanted to be able to cover your face. You grabbed what you thought you needed, and an old rag. You headed out the gangway of Slave 1, and into the desert a few meters. You sat down on the rag like it was a picnic, spreading the tools before you. Now you could have some privacy.

An hour later, you were struggling. You weren’t the best at these small repairs, and there were a lot of wires sticking out here and there. You felt someone approach you and turned your head, left side facing the visitor. Maybe you could scare them off.

It was Boba. Your eyes widened momentarily and you turned around, embarrassed. You then froze, unsure what to do.

 “Do you mind company?” You were tempted to say yes, but it was Boba. Even though you were uncomfortable you didn’t want him to leave. You felt stupid.

“No.”

He sat down next to you. “Your helmet looks very complicated.”

You sighed and tossed it down onto the rag. “For me anyway.” You looked at your hands. They felt useless.

“Can I help you?”

 You turned your head to look at him. He eyed your scarring and new wounds, but said nothing. You motioned towards it, not able to speak. He reached over and took it, grabbing a few tools you hadn’t touched yet. He set to fiddling with some wires.

“You were invaluable today.”

Not this again, you thought. “Mm,” you responded, uninterested.

 He laughed softly, “You get angry when people compliment you?”

You looked at your hands. “I don’t need it.”

He eyed you. You ignored his gaze and continued to look at your hands. He said nothing, and continued to work on your helmet. The two of you sat silently. You were quietly suffering, having had to expose the truth of your face, and now sit here uncovered with the object of your — desire? You glanced at him then looked down at the sand in front of you. What a foolish thing to focus on. Things like that were not for you anymore. You were beyond that. You inhaled. You closed your eyes and thought: You were an island to yourself. You didn’t need anything. You thoughts faltered; you knew it wasn’t true. Tears formed behind your one eye. You blinked them back, but one lone tear trailed down your face. You were glad he was on the wrong side and couldn’t see.

After awhile, he sat up. “I’ll have this done by tomorrow. We should go inside for tonight.”

Surprised by his sudden intonation, you snapped your head to him. He caught your sad expression. You panicked and looked away. You stood, picking up the rag and the spare tools. You followed him inside the ship. You didn’t stop when he did, to close the ship up. You kept going, put his tools away, and slunk off. You had ditched him, but you couldn’t face him right now. Not when you were eye to eye.

You hopped into your hammock and threw a blanket over yourself, covering your battle scarred head.

***

You woke and felt something heavy on you. You pulled the blanket off your face to investigate. It was your helmet, repaired. You put your head back under the blanket and cried at the kindness.

Sniffling, you popped up quickly. No one was around. You slammed your helmet on, locking it in place. You felt safe, but also lonely. You weren’t hungry, so you decided to clean your rifle. You made your way to the cargo bay. The door was already open to the desert. You noticed Rennie and nodded at her. She smiled at you, but didn’t try to engage you in conversation.

You grabbed your rifle and disassembled it, barely paying attention. You scrubbed it to an inch of its life absentmindedly.

“You’re going to put a shine on it if you keep going.” You jumped; you had been lost in your daydream. You turned your head slowly to face Boba. You gulped. He was looking at you with an amused expression. You nodded at him, “Thank you for fixing my helmet.” He shrugged. You didn’t know what to do, so you turned back to your rifle. You grabbed some oil and began to reassemble it. Boba moved off, going outside. You exhaled a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding.

PART II

Everyone was armored up. They were going down to sneak into an Imp base by way of Imp convoy. You and Rennie were to stay on Slave 1, waiting. You sighed, watching them go. You admired Boba’s new paint job on his armor as he made his way outside. You turned your head away from him. No need to be obvious about it. You caught Fennec looking at you. She averted her eyes.

They were gone and you were left with Rennie. You agreed to play Dejarik with her to pass the time. As you played, she talked about all sorts of things. You mostly ignored her, focusing on your next move, and thinking idly of Boba in his armor.

“Don’t you think Boba looks sexy in his armor?”

You almost coughed in surprise.

“I think so. I don’t know what it is, but he’s totally daddy. I’d fuck him in a heartbeat.”

Your hand stilled mid-move. You thought about her chances. You thought about your own. You sighed softly, sadly, and moved your piece. You looked up when she didn’t move a piece on the board. She was watching you.

“Come on, girl talk with me. Fennec and Cara suck at it.”

“Maybe I’m like them.”

She smiled at you. “I don’t think so. You’re different.”

You shrugged, uncomfortable with the friendly nature of her tone.

“Anyway, I’d totally fuck Boba. Do you think I should come on to him?”

You looked at her for a moment. Then you stood up.

“Wait don’t leave! Let’s at least finish the game.”

“I don’t want to.” You turned and left her there, feeling mean but not able to fake a polite conversation with her. You were jealous of her beauty, her bubbly personality. The way she was unafraid to tease Boba and Din. How she admitted her desires. What were you in comparison? You knew you were tightly wound, but you realized you were dangerously so. You felt like a ghost. Existing but not living.

*** The others returned; Din had apparently had to compromise himself in some way that you didn’t catch. He seemed upset and thoughtful. You let it be, knowing that sometimes one didn’t want to be bothered, even with the best of intentions.

You watched the others as they chatted and cleaned their weapons. You didn’t like the snarky bearded guy, but he was apparently indispensable. He said a sarcastic remark to you and you left the room, tired of him already.

You walked down the gangway of the Slave 1 and crouched about halfway down. You didn’t know what you were doing, but the suns were setting so you decided to watch.

You felt a presence beside you and looked up. It was Boba. You stared. He looked down at you, “How’s your helmet working?”  ”Perfectly.”

There was a pause. “Fennec calls me reticent; I think you have me beat,” he said, sitting down next to you. You remained in your crouched position, unsure what was happening.

“Just don’t have a lot to say,” you ventured.

“That’s okay.” He settled in next to you. You sat, awkwardly aware of how close he was to you. You stared straight ahead at the suns. The first started to dip below the horizon.

“What are your plans after we get the kid back?”  You turned your head involuntarily, surprised. He had a neutral expression on his face. You shrugged. “No plans.” “Would you like to join Fennec and I?”

You stopped breathing. “Why?”

“You’re good in a fight. I’ll need that.” You narrowed your eyes. Would he?

“Hn.” You sat back.

“You don’t need to answer now.”  “I’ll do it,” you winced at your quick response.

“Good.” He continued to sit.

“What are our plans?” You tried to sound nonchalant.

He smiled slightly, “Settling some scores.”

The two of you sat there until Rennie appeared.

 “Whatcha two doing, having a date?”

You didn’t turn around.

“If only I were so lucky,” Boba turned to her.

She laughed. “Well, let’s make it a threesome.” She plopped down on Boba’s other side. You tried to ignore the anger that had flared up. You thought about getting up and going back into the ship. But you were loathe to leave Boba’s side. It felt nice. Even with Rennie. You tried to be content.

Rennie struck up a conversation with Boba. You didn’t pay attention, instead watching the stars come out. You tilted your head up to see better. After awhile you felt a hand on your shoulder. You snapped your head to see who was touching you. You met Boba’s gaze, and your rigid posture softened slightly. “Time to go inside.” He squeezed your shoulder, then stood, turning from you. You followed him in.

***

“So I hear you’ll be joining us,” Fennec said, folding some of her spare clothing. You shrugged, swinging in your hammock. “Well I think that’s great.” You knew you had to say something, “Me too.”

She smiled and stuffed her clothes into her cubby hole.

“Whatya ladies talking about?” Rennie walked up, wrapped in a towel and straight out of the fresher.

“She’s joining Boba and I after we get the kid back,” Fennec nodded towards you.

Rennie’s eyes grew wide. “Wow, how’d you manage that?”

You shrugged again. Fennec answered for you, “She’s a great fighter, brave. We need someone like her.”

Rennie seemed let down. “Yeah that’s true. She is.”

It felt weird to have yourself discussed so much. You sat up, intending to leave. Rennie smiled, “And now we’ve spoken too much and she’s off.” You were indignant. You leaned back into your hammock and looked at her. She laughed, a silverly light sound. You wanted to punch her in the throat.

Fennec smiled at the exchange. “You know she’s right though, girl,” she said laughingly. You sat there and took it, not knowing what to do.

Cara appeared. “We’re about 5 hours out.” You all nodded somberly.

***

You sat and watched Boba shoot at the Imp ship. You yawned; boring. He soon shot away into jump space. Your final destination was orbiting some moon, waiting for news from the other half of the team. It was now or never to get the kid.

“Wow that was exciting!” Rennie exclaimed.

Boba shrugged, standing from the pilot seat. “I’m going to take a nap.” You smiled at that.

“Can I join you?” You and Boba exchanged a helmet tilt, then looked at Rennie. She looked at him innocently. You felt defeated.

“No,” he said, brushing past both of you. You smiled, then schooled your face into a neutral expression. Stupid to take that as a victory; it didn’t mean he preferred you. He brushed past the both of you to his quarters.

“Fuck my life, I can’t believe...” Rennie trailed off.

You tried not to look at her, but turned your head.

“Do you think he even likes girls?” She asked incredulously.

You were not going to engage in that conversation. You had also wondered the same thing, as your hands wandered over your body. But there was no need to share that with Rennie. You got up and walked to the mess to get a snack. You felt a presence behind you and casually turned, assuming it was Rennie. You straightened. It was Boba. He leaned against the doorframe. You tilted your helmet slightly, questioning. He dipped his head in your direction, “You could join me.” Your mouth went dry and you realized it was slightly open. You exhaled the breath you had abruptly held. He turned then and started down the hallway. You followed him, compelled. He headed straight to his quarters. You entered before the door could swish shut.

Inside you looked around. It was lit by a single lamp in the corner. Blasters and several dangerous looking staffs dangled from the walls. A bed jutted out along one wall. He removed his helmet and turned to you. You looked into his eyes from behind your helmet. Your hands slowly went to your head. He watched your every move. Your helmet clicked and softly hissed as you opened it. You removed it, awkwardly hugging it to yourself. You looked down at his cuirass. “Look at me,” he commanded. You looked up, meeting his gaze. He reached a hand out to touch the damaged side of your face. He ran a thumb over your milky blue eye and the scarring around it. You closed your eyes, wishing for Rennie’s perfect skin. He continued to trace your scars. Your eyes opened slowly.

He grabbed you by your neck and pulled you into a kiss. You dropped your helmet, swept up. He drug you towards the bed. You were busy trying to get his armor off. He deposited you on the bed, then started to undo his armor. You sat uncomfortably, not wanting to get naked. Eventually you undid the zipper to your suit, pulling it down to your navel. You slipped out of it, kicking your boots off. This left your thin under suit. You looked up. Boba had shed his armor and was looking down at you. You swallowed and kept going, unzipping and shimmying out of it. The cool air hit your skin, giving you goose bumps. You shivered slightly. Warm leather ran its way up your arm, shoulder and neck. He grabbed you by your neck again.

You reached out and grabbed his hips. Your hands dug through the fabric, finding his cock. He groaned and his grip tightened. You undid his pants and leaned in, searching for and finding the head of his cock with your lips. You licked the tip and then took the head in your mouth, sucking. His strong hand urged you for more. You obliged, sliding more of his length into your mouth. He moaned softly and gently bucked his hips. You gagged a little, then gagged yourself on him on purpose, taking most of him into your mouth and throat.

“Hn.. mesh’la,” he whispered coarsely. You continued your ministrations, sucking and twirling your tongue around him, until he was straining under you. He still had you by the neck, and so pulled you up off of him and up across his torso. He gave you a heated kiss that you gladly returned. He pushed you back into the bed and fell into it on top of you. He positioned himself between your legs and stopped, looking up at you.

“Why you stopping,” you panted.

He smiled and plunged into you, making you yelp in surprise and pleasure. He stretched you out deliciously, making you spread your legs obscenely. You moaned and wrapped your arms around him, trying to further pull him inside of you. You wanted all of him. He fucked you like a desperate man. And you were equally desperate to have him. You pulled him close to you, crooning sweet nothings and asking for more. He started to rail into you, groaning as he did. You arched your back and splayed yourself out before him. He bit your throat softly. You moaned and asked for more. He pulled your hair and bit you harder, making your pussy clutch around him. He mmmd at you and licked your throat, then laid a harder bite down. You whimpered and wrapped your legs around him. He switched to hard, slow strokes, which quickly became irregular. You threw your head back and enjoyed him fucking you. You felt him sucking hickeys onto your collar bones and throat as he pounded into you. He switched angles slightly and you curled your toes, orgasm ripping through you suddenly. You moaned and rocked your hips.

“Good girl, mesh’la, cumming for me like that,” he murmured into your ear. The comment made you groan and squeeze him with your hips. “Cum in me,” you commanded breathlessly. “I’m safe,” you added. He buried his face in your shoulder and bit you, grunting as he came. You felt him deep in you. He pulled out slowly, kissing your throat up to your chin. He stayed on top of you, looking down. You met his gaze, content but slightly confused. He shifted his gaze to your lips and licked his. Your eyes widened.

He slowly lowered his head until your faces were centimeters apart. He pressed his lips against yours, chastely at first. You kissed back softly, and he deepened the kiss. The kiss became heated, surpassing your expectations. You wrapped your limbs around him, consumed. When you finally came up for air, you both gasped for it. You looked at him dubiously. He had an open expression. You gazed into his eyes for a moment, trying to figure him out. Unable to, you tried a different route.

“What does mesh’la mean?” You asked softly.

He met your gaze, “Beautiful.”  You closed your eyes momentarily, trying to hold back the tears that sprang up. He nuzzled you. “You are, you know.” You shook your head, “Maybe from one side.” He snorted, “No.” He ran his bare fingers over your scarring. You couldn’t meet his gaze. He dropped his hand to the mattress and sighed. “Why do you try to separate yourself from everyone?”

You shrugged, still not meeting his eyes. “I don’t like attention.” He hmmd at that. You carefully reached out and touched him. He was warm and alive; not something you were used to being so close to. “Why did you ask me to join you?” He smiled, “I like you.” Your eyes flicked up to him.

Suddenly an alert blared. You sat up, alarmed. He sat up more slowly. “It’s time to go pick up our comrades.” He got out of bed and dressed. You followed suit. The last thing was your helmet. You turned it around to look at it. You put it back on. The familiar hiss of it closing over your head was comforting as always.

You followed Boba to the cock pit. Rennie joined the two of you moments later. “What’s happening?”

“Time to go pick everyone up,” you said. She turned to you, surprised that you’d spoken. You shrugged. Boba entered jump space then.

***

The trip was short. You had arrived to a dismal mood. The kid was nowhere in sight. You wanted to ask but held your tongue. Once everyone was loaded into Slave 1, it was again in jump space, headed towards Tattooine. Boba’s business was apparently there.

“Where’s the kid?” Rennie asked. You rolled your eyes at her lack of sense. “He left with a Jedi,” Din spoke softly.

Your eyes widened. A Jedi had come, after all. You got goosebumps.

“Wow, that’s crazy!” Rennie exclaimed.

Boba sat down next to Din quietly. He exchanged some words that were spoken softly, only for Din. Din nodded his head, crestfallen. You felt terrible he had lost his kid. Even if it was for a good reason. The kid would be safe now. But separated from his father. You felt some pain for Din. You moved past the scene to the others. Bo-Katan looked distraught. You didn’t want to ask, but were amused by her apparent distress.

Fennec carefully pulled you aside. “Din lost his kid to a Jedi.” You nodded quietly, still sad for him. “He also defeated Gideon and won the Darksaber. That’s why she looks constipated.” She motioned to Bo-Katan with a slight nod of her head. You hmphed. “Sounds complicated.” She nodded almost imperceptibly. “Good thing we’re separating from them soon.” You were surprised at her statement, but it was true. Boba had fulfilled his promise to Din. You nodded, thinking about Din and what he would do now. “What do you think Din will do now?” You asked. She shrugged, “He has a lot of choices to make.”

She separated from you, squeezing your forearm, “More girl talk later.” You looked over at Din and Boba. They were still talking, but had switched to Mando’a. Rennie had inserted herself into the duo and was currently leaning against Din. You felt badly for Din. But you let him be; Boba and Rennie had it covered you figured. You nodded at Cara and the other female Mando, uninterested. They seemed to share your enthusiasm.

There was a lot of emotions swirling around and it was affecting you. You went to your hammock to get a bit of space. As you swung, you thought about the day’s events. What had happened with Boba? You weren’t sure what had motivated him. It was impossible to speculate.

***  You woke up later, having not realized you fell asleep. The ship was quiet, dimly lit. Night mode. You noticed the other full hammocks hanging around you. You stretched and realized you were fully awake. You got up slowly, not wanting to wake anyone. You snuck out to the observation room, interrupting Din and Boba. They were still talking. You stopped, “Hello.” They nodded at you.

“Din, I’m... sorry.” You said. He held out his hand and you took it with both of yours, rubbing it lightly. Boba shifted his weight, surprised at the show of intimacy. You looked up at him, but then back to Din. He seemed to perhaps be crying under his helmet. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held his head to your chest. You dropped your head onto his; your helmets clinked. You held him for a beat, then separated. You squeezed his shoulder, then went off to the mess.

***

Tattooine was as dry as ever. Slave 1 had landed in the middle of the night in the sands. You had rejoined Boba and Din after grabbing some food, and had watched Boba go off to bring Slave 1 to the planet’s surface. You had asked Din what his plans were. “I don’t know.” He had answered simply. You had nodded, knowing. “I think I’m going to get some sleep.” He stood, unsteady on his feet. “Sleep well,” you said, hoping it didn’t sound as inane as it felt to say it. You watched him, then returned your attention to the empty room. You thought about Boba, and went in search of him. He was in the cockpit, running some kind of maintenance sequence on the ship.  ”Weird time for maintenance,” You commented, leaning on the back of his seat.

“Hm,” he said, not turning around.

“What do you think Din will end up doing?” Your thoughts were still with him and the kid.

“Perhaps you will find out first hand?”

“Huh? Is he staying with you too?”  ”Are you sure you made the right choice? I didn’t know you two were... so close.”

You tilted your helmet. You could tell he was watching your reflection in the Slave 1’s window. “What are you saying?” He didn’t respond, didn’t move.

“I’ve known him about two months longer than I’ve know you and Fennec. But I know you better.” You looked away from his reflection, down at his head.

He shrugged. “So you haven’t... napped with him?”

You snorted. “Seriously?” He shrugged again. Your slid your hand down from his seat to the fabric of his shoulder. You laid it there lightly. You didn’t know what to say, but you wanted to express that you wanted him. He grabbed it lightly, then let his hand drop. He paused the sequence, then stood and turned towards you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, looking up into his visor. His hands went to your neck. He grabbed your helmet and unlocked it. He slowly pulled it over your head and discarded it on his seat. You blinked at the change in lighting. He pulled off his own helmet and dropped it into his chair as well.

“What are we going to do, then?” You looked up at him. He was smiling, for him. Your cheeks got a little hot.

“Take another nap?” He grinned.

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daddy-issues-99 · 2 years

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Boba Fett x f!reader

TW mentions of SA

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You had been accompanying the bounty hunter for a while now. About a year ago Boba Fett was making his was to Tatooine to catch a small bounty in one of the towns. By the time he got there the suns had almost gone down and few people were left in the shops. He made his way into a small supply shop where his bounty was said to be. He glanced passed the shelves not seeing much but eventually spotted a girl looking at some supplies near the back of the store.

‘There you are’ he thought to himself. Slowly he made his was over to the girl ready to get his payment. Right before he could grab you you bolted. “Dammit!” He sprinted after you but you were fast, running as fast as you could you sprinted through the town but soon realized how small this town was. In less than thirty seconds you were at the edge of the town with no where to hide. before you could even think of what your next move would be you felt someone grab your shoulder and push you to the nearest building. You began to panic, ‘This cant be it, not again’ You thought to yourself as you began to tear up. You had been wanted for a long time, not for any good reason either.

Boba saw how startled you were, sure people get upset when caught but this? This isn't normal. “..please.” He looked to see tears streaming down your face. “Please don't take me back there.” Who were frozen in place staring at the ground to scared to look up. Boba knew of the man who hired him and had some idea of why you were so shaken about being taken back.

“Ill make you a deal.” You looked up to see his hands folded across his chest. “Your bounty isn't worth much, its isn't even worth the effort at this point.” He shifted and took a step forward “You can work for me to compensate for what it took traveling here and in return I wont turn you in.” You were shocked, you had never been offered something like this before, was this a trick? You looked up as he raised his hand and with that the deal was made.

ever since that day you worked for Boba Fett and assisted him on the job, anything from finding a bounty to taking him in. Over this period of time you two became quite fond of each other, never leaving for a bounty without the other and always keeping the other in mind. After a while Boba even let you live in his small apartment with him in the underside of Coruscant. It wasn't much but its better that what you could have guessed. You got to stay on the couch and have access to most of the space excluding a few areas, mostly his personal areas like his bedroom and storage areas.

This became your norm, doing the few tasks that Boba set up for you and eventually crashing on his couch to go get a bounty the next morning. One night however you couldn't get you mind to quiet. You had always had problems with anxiety and paranoia but it usually never got this bad. After a few hours of trying to calm yourself you managed to fall asleep but it was no comfort. As soon as you closed your eyes all that came was nightmares.

You were back on your home planet a few years ago when your father appeared Infront of you. He had never liked you, you were his only child and where you come from to not have a son is bad luck so your father resented you. You looked up at him and glanced to see his clothes. You remembered this day. He grabbed your arms and threw you into one of his old ships and took you to one of the richer towns on your planet. You were screaming and crying trying to reason with him but the minute he opened the door he grabbed you and threw you inside a large house in front of a man. You recognized him, he worked with your father. You always avoided him, he gave you a bad feeling and always made you uncomfortable and the rumors of him made your suspicions even worse.

You father pulled you up by your hair and presented you to the man. “Your payment” he said. Payment? Your father had always been one gamble and you were his only thing left to give as payment. The man gave a sickening smile and grabbed you from your fathers arms and began to drag you away. You were screaming, kicking, anything to try and get out of his grasp but to no avail. Still screaming you woke up to someone shaking you and calling your name. Even through the tears you could see it was Boba.

“Are you alright?” Still crying you tried to hid your face but he had seen everything. “What happened?” He asked hands still on your shoulders. Slowly but surly you began to explain the dream you had and why you reacted the way you did when he came to return you to that man. After you explained yourself you had managed to stop crying and glanced to look at Boba's face. He gave a sympathetic smile trying to comfort you.

“Its going to be okay” He said as he began to stand to go back to his own room. He stopped when he felt you grab his hand. “Please don't leave” You were surprised when you felt him gently pick you up. He carried you into his room and placed you down on his bed. You looked up at him but he said nothing just gave a simple smile and got onto his side of the bed.

“As long as I’m here nothing will happen to you.” He leaned over and kissed the top of your head giving you that same look. That night you managed to fall asleep with something you haven't felt in years; safety.

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pandalorian36 · 10 months

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Boba Fett x g/n reader

Reader is a bounty hunter, they have known Boba for a while and when the two get captured readers tattoos are revealed which change colour to reflect their emotions. The two slowly realise perhaps their flirting actually has something deeper hidden underneath.

Word count- 4,176 Warnings- Violence, mentions of blood. Some suggestive things said.

Tattoo colours and meanings: Happy- light blue Sad- dark blue Angry- black Embarrassed- rose petal pink/pastel Aroused- bright pink Pain- brown Disgusted-grey Scared- purple Love- red Amused- light green Surprised- dark green Exited- orange Relaxed/normal- sea green Jealous- Smokey Gray/black Nervous- sandy yellow Relief-yellow Pleasure ;) - pink, red. Rainbow

I stare blankly at the Bounty Hunter sprawled in front of me his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. We’re both bounty hunters and have ended up working together on a number of bounty’s flirting playfully back and forth for several years.

Groaning I rub the back of my neck “You’d better wake up soon Fett.” Standing I pick up my scanner giving him another quick once over “Piece of crap.” Dropping it to the floor I slump against the far wall of our cell.

The tray of dusty medical supplies is balanced on a rickety table next to Boba, the only thing our captors allowed us to have. The slot on the door rattles a plate of stale bread and cheese dumped on the floor along with two cups of water. Pushing myself up I half the food hiding Boba’s half before shoving the plate back over to the door. A low groan fills the air Boba starting to shift around. Hastily I clamber to my feet food forgotten “Try and stay still. They didn’t give me much to work with, so I had to stich your wound shut.”

He grunts “Where are we?” I shrug helping him sit up slowly “A cell, underground somewhere on Jakku.” I hand him the remaining food which he eats slowly while I knaw on mine the bread so stale its practically rock. Once I’ve finished, I pour pain killers into the water “You’ve been out for about three days. Not entirely sure. I haven’t seen anyone. Food gets delivered twice a day. There are guards outside that change every six hours.”

He chuckles “Been paying attention.” I shoot him a glare tucking my hands under my thighs. Boba grins “Never thought the first time I got a proper look at your face would be in a cell.” I blush slightly glad all my marks are currently hidden. “Could say the same for you.” He chuckles “You’re prettier than I was expecting. Tattoos are a surprise mind.” I smile slightly hoping he is referring to the two just visible on my collar bone and not the intricate patterns that weave along both arms and down my spine stopping at my neck, pelvic bone, and fingertips. “What are they?” “A flower, flames and my family symbol.” He grins staring a moment looking slightly concerned “What you do to your hands?” “Nothing, just cold.”

He grins “I could always warm you up.” I roll my eyes used to his continues flirting, I’d be lying if I didn’t retaliate. “In your dreams Fett.” He winks “A lot happens in my dreams L/N.” he looks around the cell “They took my armour?” I nod “They took everything but our base layers.” He sighs lifting his shirt and poking at his wound wincing slightly and hissing under his breath “Not bad.” I smile my stitches have healed surprisingly well “Mum was a healer; she preferred the older techniques. More trustworthy.”

Nodding slightly, he drops his shirt thoroughly examining the cell “looks pretty secure.” I roll my eyes “You are in no shape to attempt an escape. You need to heal.” He grunts in response “Fine. You had any ideas?”

I nod moving closer so any guards outside can’t overhear “At what I assume is night I can hear the guards talking. There’s some sort of big party in four days’ time. Practically everybody will be there and those that aren’t will be lax and most likely drinking. Also, there are no cameras, so they have no idea what we are doing.” “That could work. How do we get them to open the door?” I shrug “That’s what we have to work out.”

Another day passes with ought incident and Boba is already stronger able to stand for short periods of time. However, on the second day I make the mistake of reaching out for a cup of water my sleeve moving up my arm. Before I can fix my mistake, Boba has grabbed my hand turning it over so he can see the marks weaving over my skin. “This is why you always wear gloves?” I nod my marks turning from sea green to the colour of sand “They change colour?” I pull my hand back tucking them in my lap “They reflect my emotions.”

He whistles “That’s awesome. Can see why you want them hidden though. Might give away that you actually like me.” I snort slightly rolling my eyes “I tolerate you Fett there’s a difference.” He grins wiggling his eyes brows “So if I was too take of my shirt and pull you into my lap?” I grin hiding my hands as they turn slightly pink “They would turn grey.” He leans forward slightly “And what does that mean?” “Disgusted.” He snorts “Sure they would.”

Rolling my eyes slightly I lean back against the wall “On a different note I think I’ve figured out how to get the guards to open the door.” He raises an eyebrow in a motion for me to continue “We’re only valuable alive right? So, we pretend to fight and make a lot of noise in the process. The guards are bound to come in and break us apart.” He nods slightly stroking his chin “That could work. Sure, it’s not just a plot to punch me?” I pout slightly “Punch you? Why would I ever want to do that?”

On the fourth day Boba is able to move around with only minimal pain and can stretch without straining anything. Standing opposite I smile “You ready?” he grins “Born ready.”

“What the hell Fett I thought we were supposed to be partners!?”

“Well, I’m sorry you’re an incompetent idiot.”

“Excuse me? Who got us caught?”

“Me? You’re the asshole who thought it would be a good idea to go that way.”

“Right coming from king of the dickheads.” I throw my glass at the wall Boba doing the same making a loud crashing noise. Knocking over the bed and table I let out a scream while Boba laughs before making a believable noise that sounds like he’s just been punched in the gut.

The lock in the door clicks so Boba reaches out wrapping his large hands around my throat growling menacingly “Bitch.” I punch his stomach and chest making gasping noises “Put me down you bastard.” Two guards run in tugging the two of us apart weapons drawn “Will you two quiet down.” Boba nods and we both twirl around knocking the two of them out. “Well, that went rather well.” I grin disarming the guard and tugging of his overcoat, mask and boots pulling them on Boba doing the same.

Slipping out into the corridor we shut and lock the door taking a second to take in our surroundings. We are at the end of a long corridor several other cell doors lining the walls all open. Guess we we’re the only prisoners. “Let’s go L/N.” we sneak along blasters drawn and ready. We come across what looks like a control room two guards inside staring blankly at the screens lining the walls weapons laying across their laps. With a nod to Boba, we sneak in knocking them both out not wanting to fire weapons yet to not draw any attention. “Watch the door.” Boba does as told while I click through the screens finding our belongings and the exit. “Good news our things are only two doors down.” “And the bad news?” “The doors are rigged with alarms I’m going to have to undo them.”

“I’ll watch out for trouble.”

I prop my blaster up by my feet while I work hacking into the computer system and disabling all the alarms I come across. “You might want to hurry.” I roll my eyes clicking the last few buttons before jumping to my feet grabbing my blaster “Come on.” He grins following as we jog down the corridor weapons raised and ready. Luckily the room containing out belongings is empty. Boba starts strapping on his armour while I pull on my arm guards and usual attire as well as my gloves and mask. Finally grabbing my various blasters and knives I strap them to my back.

“Ready?” Boba nods once as I glance at his helmeted face “Let’s go then.” Checking the corridor is clear we hastily make our way towards the exit only to find the way blocked by three guards having a hushed argument “What do you mean they’ve all gone dark?” “Prisoners?” “How should I know.” “Have you heard anything?” “No.”

Nodding at Boba we round the corridor blasters raised shooting the three of them down. Shoving open the main entrance an ear-piercing alarm starts blaring “I though you said you disconnected them all?” I scowl under my mask “I did. Must have a backup connection. Let’s go before any more guards show up.” Our luck however does not hold out eight guards appearing out of the gloom weapons drawn.

“Time to go.” Firing several shots blindly I take of in the direction of what looks like a shipyard Boba close behind. I start zig zagging clouds of sand flying up as shots are fired. “You got any explosives?” I grin over my shoulder “Have you met me?” I dig around in my bag grabbing two charges throwing one and covering my ears as it explodes screams telling us it found its mark. “We need to find a land speeder.” I nod fiddling with my second charge as more blaster bolts fly close by. More men appear out of the gloom small fires burning from my first charge.

We reach the shipyard and I spot a land speeder “Over there.” Boba runs over “Its dead.” I shake my head throwing my second charge before running to his side sliding underneath and messing with the wires “Not dead. Just needs a bit of… There we go.” The engine roars to life “Time to leave.” Boba clambers onto the bike “Why are you driving?” he sighs audibly “Just get on the damn bike.”

I grab a third charge chucking it under the closest ship with a ten second timer as Boba guns the engine, I grip his waist tightly wincing slightly at the explosion behind us echoing loudly. “What the hell was in that charge?” I grin “That may have been a double one, wasn’t paying much attention.” He shakes his head slightly “Do you even know where you’re going Fett?” “I have a general idea.”

After what feels like hours of driving lights appear out of the darkness. The city where we parked the Slave I. We reach the ship and I slip of the bike stretching slightly “Well that was fun.” Boba unlocks the ship and removes his helmet “Let’s get out of here.” I nod following him inside “ “That sounds like an excellent idea.” He heads up to the cockpit while I dig through my bag for some clean clothes before having a shower relaxing in the warm water. “L/N.” I freeze grabbing a towel and hastily wrap it around myself “I’m in the shower.” I hear a deep chuckle and turn to find Boba leaning in the fresher doorway “I can see that. Nice tats.”

I throw him the finger as I walk towards my cot mounted on the wall and pull on my clean clothes before turning to face Boba “Can I help you?” he grins “What colour does pink mean?” I frown pulling my gloves on “Not important. How long till we get back to Tatooine?” he grins “Couple of hours. I’ve got a couple of ideas of how to kill the time.” I roll my eyes “In your dreams Fett.” He chuckles “A lot happens in my dreams darlin’ want to make them a reality?”

I walk past up to the cock pit shooting him a wink “Keep it in your pants Fett.” He grins leaning closer “You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew what I was packing.” I blush slightly not looking back to see the smug look probably plastered on his face. Plonking myself down in the co-piolet’s chair I watch the stars streaming by.

Boba sits in the piolets chair helmet back in place as he fiddles with the landing gears. He lands next to my ship and I jump up playfully whacking the side of his head “Well it was fun being cell mates with you Fett. Stay out of trouble..” He nods slightly “Thanks for patching me up L/N.” I grin “Don’t mention it.” I grab my bag slinging it over my back as I pull my mask up stepping out into the desert and heading over to my ship unlocking it.

I watch Boba disappear into Jabba’s palace probably to explain the failed bounty. He’ll get away with it, he’s certainly got the credits to spare and he’s Jabba’s favourite. I grab my next bounty puck before heading to the cockpit and punching in the coordinates.

It’s about two months before I bump into Boba again in a dingy bar on Yavin. “Hey L/N.” I grin lowering my mask “Always a pleasure Fett.” He tilts his helmet to the side “What you doing here?” I hold up my puck “Bounty, you?” he holds up a different puck “Your guy’s partner.” I nod slightly accepting the drink from the bartender and paying “Thanks.”

“Want to work together?” I grin sipping at my drink “Didn’t think that was your style.” He shrugs slightly “Not usually. But I don’t mind working with you.” I gasp theatrically “Was that a compliment Fett?” he shrugs while I sip at my drink scanning the crowds for either of our bounties. “Far corner. Gold jacket.” Boba chuckles “Classy.” I snort finishing my drink “I was planning on flirting. What was your plan?” he shakes his head slightly “Wait until they leave ambush.”

I nod slightly “I prefer that idea.” He chuckles softly leaning against the bar looking intimidating as ever “Shame I was looking forward to watching you.” I roll my eyes “Come on Fett you know you’re the only guy for me.” I can sense the grin behind his helmet as I order a second drink “Don’t overdo it L/N, need to be able to shoot straight.” I shoot him a glare “I can hold my alcohol.”

Second glass in hand I turn back to watch our bounties in the corner as they down glass after glass of spotchka and various other drinks. “They’re going to be hammered.” Boba chuckles “Easier for us.” I sigh placing my empty glass on the counter as our targets make a move for the door stumbling along laughing loudly. I pull up my mask tailing mine sensing rather than seeing Boba following.

It takes less than five minutes to apprehend both our bounties cuffing them and dumping them on the ground “Well it was good seeing you again Fett.” He nods slightly “Stay out of trouble.” I grin waving a hand over my shoulder “I’ll try.”

I drag my bounty away locking him away in the holding cell on my ship. My communicator bleeps Boba’s name coming up on the screen “Miss me already?” he chuckles “I’ve got another bounty if you’re interested? I’ll half the reward.” I grin “Can’t handle it yourself?” he sighs “It’s a group of mercenaries. I wouldn’t mind the back up.” I whistle “The legendary Boba Fett asking for back up.”

“Are you helping or not L/N?” I chuckle “Were should I meet you?” “Next planet over.” I nod slightly glancing over at my current bounty “I’ve got to hand this guy in first. It shouldn’t take too long.” “I’ll meet you there L/N.”

The connection cuts out and I start up the engines heading for my employer dumping the bounty and collecting my reward hastily not wanting to linger in the slimy rooms my employer calls home. Shooting a quick message to Boba telling him I will there shortly. I skim over the surface of the planet spotting the Slave I hidden partially in a small ravine. “Hey Fett.” He grins helmet tucked under one arm “Ready to go?” I nod pulling on the straps securing two of my blasters “Yep.”

“Stay on your guard. Same price dead or alive. Alive would be better.” I grin pulling up my mask while he secures his helmet “Let’s get going.” We walk side by side following the beeping tracking fob to a large encampment of tents surrounded by flood lights and guards. “Our targets are in the large one at the back.” I nod slightly “We can sneak around the back. I’ve got plenty of charges for distractions. But I think we should draw as little attention to ourselves as possible.”

Boba nods slightly and I can sense his disappointment about not going in guns blazing. “Come on Fett. Less chance of being shot this way.” He chuckles taking a wide birth “We’ll go around the back then.” We reach the back of the tents taking out the four guards as quietly as possible before picking up the back of the tent scouting out the inside. Five well-built males of various species are sitting in a circle drinking, heavily armed with four more guards in the tent and two stationed outside.

“You take the guards I’ll take the targets.” I nod un-holstering my blaster flicking of the safety “After you Fett.” He takes out two of his smaller blasters ducking into the tent, I follow shooting down the guards before they can draw their weapons. The two-outside rush in firing blindly in our direction ducking behind an expensive looking table I shoot back two answering thuds telling my shots hit their mark.

I turn to find Boba locked in combat with one of the targets. One runs for the exit, so I switch my weapon to stun hitting him in the back before turning to help Boba shooting his attacker as well “Thanks.” I nod “Your welcome.” Shouts of alarm come from outside so I un-holster my other gun “I think we’re about to have company.” He shakes his head slightly checking over his guns “Really?” I chuckle binding the five leader’s hands together “Any plan?” he shakes his head “Don’t get shot.”

I snort “Thanks for the advice.” Leaving the leaders on the floor we walk to the entrance weapons raised as the tent flaps fly open armed mercenaries rushing in. I lose track of how many guards fall ducking behind an overturned table as blaster bolts fly everywhere. Reloading my gun, I hiss as a bolt skims my side quickly ducking back out shooting down more men.

Finally, the guards stop coming either lying dead or injured on the ground. Boba is breathing heavily blasters holstered once more at his side as he hauls the five leaders to their feet stripping them of weapons and dumping them on the ground. “You alright?” I nod walking over holstering both my guns and taking out a smaller one for safe measures. “Good work Fett.” He nods once “Thanks for the help.” I help herd the leaders outside trying not to look at the bodies littering the ground most still groaning.

“Y/N.” I turn at Boba’s warning gun raised just as a guard kneels up firing several shots. With one pull of the trigger, he falls backwords dead but pain lances through my middle warmth spreading across my side and thighs. “Y/N.” I manage to turn slightly before falling sideways landing in a heap blood spreading surprisingly fast around me. I can hear Boba growling menacingly somewhere asking for medical supplies. He appears by my side helmet of something I can’t quite place lining his eyes. “Stay awake L/N that’s an order.” I grin “Your bedside manner is awful.”

He scowls tearing into a med box taking out bandages and bacta patches. “I told you not to get shot.” I try and laugh wincing at the pain “Sorry.” He shakes his head biding the two wounds tightly “Just stay conscious Cyar’ika.” The last thing I can remember is Boba tightening the bandages around my upper thigh.

Boba P/O/V:

Panic floods through my veins as Y/N falls unconscious laying in a pool of their own blood. “Shit, you’re going to be alright Cyar’ika I promise.” Tugging my helmet back on I tie the five leaders up in one of the tents before rushing back over to Y/N lifting them up into my arms and flying us back to the Slave I place them down on my bed as it’s the closest surface. Stabilizing Y/N I lock up the mercenaries in their ship before returning to their side checking their bandages.

The bleeding is slowing and their breathing evening out. Leaning back against the wall I try and sort through my thoughts and the mess of feelings fluttering through my chest. All the flirting back and forth I’ve never stopped to think it might actually mean something. They are defiantly a friend but something more? Their smile has always made my heart flutter. They are certainly beautiful, with their smile, personality, and the way they handle themself. Groaning I close my eyes, when did this happen? I sort through the memories of the two of us together settling on when we were captured all those months ago. When they revealed their marks. Their hands are bare currently the swirling patterns a muddy brown. “It would seem our roles are reversed.” I chuckle “Least we’re not in a holding cell this time.”

I barely move for the next few hours willing them to wake up. How did they endure this? Three days? I would have lost my mind. I must drift of for a bit because I jolt awake to Y/N smiling faintly “You look awful.” I roll my eyes slightly “Not looking great yourself sweetheart.” They wince staring at the bandages wrapped messily around their thigh and middle “How you’ve survived by yourself this long I will never know.” I chuckle helping them sit up as they assess their own injuries “Thanks though.” “Not a problem.”

“You got a med kit?” I nod grabbing it from the floor opening it and placing it on the bed “Figured you’d do a better job than me.” I watch with a faint smile as they unwrap the bandages prodding at their wound slightly before applying various sprays and rewrapping the bandages much neater than mine. “Have you got any food?” I chuckle standing “Of course.”

I grab two ration packs from the shelf opening them and adding water as I walk “Here.” “Thanks.” They smile “Never seen this side of you Fett, I rather like it.” I raise an eyebrow confused “The soft side. The one that isn’t flirting or fighting.” Chuckling I start eating so I don’t have to reply watching them out of the corner of my eye. I’ve never allowed myself to just look, they are beautiful. Shining e/c eyes and h/l h/c that I want to run my fingers through.

“You’re staring.” I blink swallowing hard “What?” Y/N grins placing the empty packet on the bed “You’re staring.” I make myself frown “I’m not staring.” They shrug “Whatever you say Fett. Where are the targets?” I grin “Currently locked up on your ship. Hope that’s alright?” they nod and shift slightly wincing. I stand grabbing the empty packets “Stay. Don’t want you straining anything.” They glare “I am perfectly fine.”

I turn away grinning “If you can stand without any assistance then you are free to go.” Grumbling they lay back down making me laugh “You’re an ass Fett.” I continue laughing as I walk away “I know.”

When I return, they are sleeping soundly nestled into my pillow an arm thrown over their stomach looking peaceful. I pull away catching myself staring at the marks running up their arms disappearing under their shirt they are now a pleasant sea green. Fighting the urge to trace them I head over to their ship making sure the bounties are still tied up, I also contact my employer before heading back to my own ship finding Y/N standing in the doorway looking stupidly cute. Male pride shoots through me when I realise, they are wearing one of my shirts.

They fiddle with the hem “Hope you don’t mind, mine was covered in blood.” I shake my head trying not to smile too big “It’s fine. I contacted my employer; credits will be transferred on delivery. I can transfer your half after that.” They smile helping me move the targets to my ship, once that’s done, we stand out on the plant in between the two ships “Thanks for helping.” “Thanks for patching me up.”

We stand their slightly awkwardly before they lean closer brushing their lips over my cheek “See you around Fett, try and stay out of trouble.” Smirking they walk onto their ship, I watch them leave heat radiating from where their lips touched. Oh, Maker I’m in trouble.

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Summary: Kinktober Day 9 — Double Penetration with Boba Fett and Din Djarin Pairing: Boba Fett/Reader/Din Djarin; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance. Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; Double penetration, unprotected PIV, unprotected PIA (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), creampie, breast and nipple play, pred/prey kink, dirty talk, mention of filming and taking photos, mention of oral (m and f!receiving), objectification if you squint, dom/sub dynamics, mention of a safeword and the color system, polyamory, Din’s helmet comes off, porn with plot because I’m physically incapable of not including it, language. Word Count: 3.6k

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You were used to staring down a target. You were used to being stared down. Whether you met their eyes head on or were staring into the visor of a helmet, or the bulk of a pair of goggles, the stare down was a tool you had long mastered. What you weren't used to, however, was how he made you feel like prey under his stare. You were a bounty hunter, and a fucking good one. You were the hunter. The predator. You stared others down and they were the ones who broke.

But this... With him...

The T of his hud was familiar to you. You knew the sight and weight of it better than you knew yourself. And it never failed to press into you every single fucking time. It always pressed into you and pinned you down like a trapped bounty who'd just come to the realization that there was no way out. The black of the hud was as good as binders on your wrists, and the shine of the beskar was as good as carbonite, the way it froze you in place.

And when he lifted his helmet, it only got worse. The shade of his brown eyes was darkened and blown wide with lust as he stared you down, hungry and ready to fucking pounce.

You had never felt more like prey than you did when he stared at you. And because it was him, you fucking loved it.

But the man behind you was quick to remind you that he was there too, and he had you in his grasp. He could do with you as he wished. And right now, he was the one who had you pinned down, your back plastered along his thick chest, your legs spread wide by his thighs. Spread open for the warrior in front of you.

He had you held in his strong hands, grasping your hips and holding you down with his thick cock encased in your ass.

"I think Djarin likes this sight," Boba chuckled in your ear. He thrusted his hips just the tiniest bit, but it was enough to make you gasp as his cock stretched you. "Maybe I should set my helmet up to record this one day. Send it to him so he can remember what he's missing on long hunts."

You couldn't move, and even if you wanted to squirm or twitch or thrust your hips, Boba wouldn't have allowed it. His strength held you firmly in place, and you were unable to do anything but lay there on his chest and feel the stretch of him in your ass. You tried your absolute best not to moan, or squirm, or give any indication that you liked the idea he'd so flippantly teased both you and Din with. Because you were not a needy partner. You weren't!

. . .

Okay, you were. And even with Boba buried deep inside you, you could see the tenting of Din's pants, and you wanted him too. With these men, nothing was ever enough. They were never enough. Everything they did to you, whether it was fucking your throat until your voice was hoarse, or pounding your cunt so hard you could barely stand, or eating you so good you literally squirted on their face, giving them even more to dive into, it was never fucking enough.

You and Boba had known each other since you were teenagers. Practically kids. You both had been forced to grow up and fight and scrape and kick and hunt before you were barely teenagers. And by the time you were adults, you both had made names for yourselves as some of the best bounty hunters in the galaxy.

You'd met Boba Fett when you were still young. He was a bit older than you, and already renowned through the Outer Rim, and you'd swiped a bounty out from right under his feet.

He'd been planning to kill you for it when he finally tracked you down, but upon meeting you and seeing someone not terribly younger than he was, he let you off with a warning to never fucking do that again.

And who were you to deny yourself, and him, that sort of challenge?

It had become a game to you both. You'd swipe his bounties, he'd track you down and threaten you. Then he'd swipe your bounties, and you'd retaliate by knocking him on his ass in a fight. And after about a decade of back and forth and skirting around each other and taunts and having honest-to-god fun with it, he'd fucked you for the first time.

The game continued. But after that, any time you stole a job of his and he caught you, he fucked you so hard he knew you'd never forget it. And any time you beat his ass, even with that beskar of his, he let you pin him down in Slave 1 and swallow his cock until he physically couldn't cum anymore.

You'd been devastated by the news of his death. Of all the people you'd thought would fall, Boba Fett had never been one of them.

You'd thrown yourself back into the work. Bounty hunting was a profession that never ran dry. There was always a bail jumper to find. A war criminal to track down. A murderer to bring to justice. A thief to steal and lock away. A missing person to locate.

That's when you'd met Din. Or Mando, as you'd known him at the time.

It had been hard to work with him at first, and yet it had been some sort of selfish relief for you. The sight of a figure in beskar had been both painful and sweet. But Mando had been so different from Boba that it honestly made it easier for you that first time you'd teamed up. When you'd both been issued the same puck, rather than grapple over the bounty, Mando had offered to share it. It had taken you off guard, having never met a bounty hunter willing to share before. You'd ended up agreeing just to see if he'd follow through with it.

And he had.

Mando had impressed you. He was just as competent and fierce as Boba had been. Imposing and strong and downright scary when he wanted to be. But he had also just been so polite, and borderline soft-spoken. Where Boba had always been happy to go back and forth with you, Mando was content to simply listen. He could be a painfully quiet man, and it was only after almost a year of knowing each other and occasionally working together that Din had let some of his deadpan, dry humor show.

And by then, you had fallen for him.

Just like you had fallen for Boba.

You'd never been brave enough to tell Boba how you felt. But with Mando, you became terrified of making that same mistake. And though it had taken a while to find the words, you'd eventually told Mando the truth.

He'd whispered his name to you. Din. And fucked you so sweetly it had brought tears to your eyes.

He'd rarely fucked you that sweetly since.

You eventually shared everything with him. Your past, your past with Boba (the fact that Din hadn't known who he was had been both the most hilarious and baffling thing you'd ever heard), and he'd accepted it. And proceeded to blindfold you and eat you out until you cried from overstimulation as a thank you for thrusting him.

So when Boba had showed up on Tython, not only saying that he'd survived a sarlacc but looking like it too, it had been a shock to both you and Din.

A shock that turned into a slightly awkward reunion, then a startlingly easy, powerful team-up, then a friendship, then a friendship full of tension.

Until Din had forced all three of you to acknowledge the change. And to either embrace it or let it pass by.

The three of you had thoroughly embraced it.

Which led you to now, with you impaled on Boba's cock, naked and dripping, and practically drooling at the sight of Din.

"I think our girl wants something," Boba observed dryly. He thrusted his hips just the tiniest bit again, and you had to bite your lip not to make a sound.

"Then she should use her words," Din responded. His voice rasped with lust at the sight before him. A glorious sight. A tempting sight.

"Hear that?" Boba rumbled into your ear. You craned your neck back, craving his touch. It made him chuckle and press a quick kiss to your shoulder. "Use your words."

It took all you had to unclench your jaw, swallowing the moan that automatically wanted to sound. "... Please... Want you, Din..."

Din nearly groaned at your voice and need. You looked so good like this, spread eagle before him, offered to him, your second hole stuffed full, blossoming and stretching around Boba's thick cock. Your breasts were bare and nipples puffy with need. Your neck stretched into a tantalizing curve, and your mouth was open with pleasure and want. Din could see you trembling a little, kept torturously in place by Boba's strength when all you wanted was to be wrecked.

Din wasn't able to deny you anything, but he couldn't help teasing you a little longer.

He couldn't help teasing you both.

"Sounds like you're not enough for our girl, Fett."

Your mouth went dry while your cunt gushed at the words, but all Boba did was chuckle.

"Careful, Djarin. Or I'll make you watch for a week."

You weren't sure if that was more of a punishment for you or Din, but neither of you liked the idea of that.

"That's what I thought. Now get over here and help me ruin our girl."

This time, you couldn't hide the moan those words forced out of you. And Din needed no further encouragement.

Boba simply chuckled again.

Only when he was completely bare did Din finally approach. You swallowed hard at the sight of him, from the sinew of his thighs to the fluffiness of his hair, from the hungry gleam in his eyes to the scars decorating his body, from the predatory gait of his steps, to the dark hair on his chest, leading all the way down to his swollen cock, bouncing with every step he took.

Din climbed onto the bed, leaning over you and making your breath hitch.

Just in time for him to kiss you. Softly. Tenderly. And you couldn't help smiling into it.

"Okay, cyar'ika?" he asked.

"With you home, how could I not be?" you said.

Din smiled too, pressing another quick kiss to your lips.

"Going soft on us, Djarin?" Boba quipped behind you. You smothered a giggle. Din had always had a measure of softness in his love that Boba didn't, and you were endlessly amused at how Boba continued to pretend he didn't like it.

Good thing both you and Din knew better.

"Just for that, I'm not kissing you," Din shot back, exchanging a grin with you.

You couldn't see it, but you just knew Boba's jaw had ticked.

"Get to work, Djarin," Boba just said instead. "Our girl's a little too coherent for my tastes."

Din looked at you, a smirk playing on his lips. He shrugged a little. "You heard the boss."

You scoffed, about to mention that last you checked, Din was technically Mand'alor, but Din's fingers had suddenly found your cunt, swiping through your slick and thoroughly silencing you.

Din groaned at how wet you were, his cock instantly twitching at the feel of your juice on his fingers.

"How long has she been like this?" Din asked Boba.

"Is our girl never not wet and ready for us?" Boba replied.

You whimpered a little, eyes squeezing closed and cheeks hot with mortification and arousal.

Din chuckled darkly in agreement, slick fingers coming up to touch your face. You opened your eyes automatically at the touch, and the feel of your own wetness smearing on your skin.

"What do you want, cyar'ika?" Din asked.

The locking of your eyes with his made it hard to breathe, let alone speak. But you forced yourself, swallowing hard to wet your mouth.

"Want you, Din," you said, somewhere between a whisper and a plea. "Want you inside me."

"Want me to fuck this cunt?" he said, voice just as quiet as yours had been. His slick fingers slipped into your mouth, and you swirled the flavor of yourself on your tongue. "Want me to fuck your cunt while Fett fucks your ass?" You whimpered around his fingers. "Want us to ruin you?"

Din's fingers popped from your mouth, and you gasped. "Yes!" you breathed, nearly begged. "Yes, please!"

"Such good manners," Boba praised. His thighs still locked your legs in place, keeping them nice and wide open for Din. "But be careful what you wish for."

Din's smile was just as dark as Boba's words.

Din didn't even bother slipping his fingers inside you to do more than gather your wetness, spreading it on his cock with a groan. Your eyes never left him, following the strokes eagerly. Your breasts heaved with every anticipatory breath you took, and Din pressed a kiss to the swell of one as he climbed back over you.

"Remember the safeword?" he asked.

You nodded.

"Say it," Boba said.

"Ge'tal."

Mando'a, for "red."

"Good," Boba said. His hands left your hips for the first time, stroking up to your waist. "Now, be a good girl and hold still."

You gulped, trembling with anticipation as Din lined himself up, and slowly pushed in.

The stretch was incredible, and though you'd done this before, taken both your partners together, it still choked the air out of you every single time. Din's soothing voice reminded you to breathe in, and Boba's hands stroked your skin soothingly.

When Din was fully seated inside you, you all groaned loudly. Din would never, never be used to the feel of you, how tight you squeezed him. How wondrously you fit him, that perfect cunt of yours practically sucking him inside you. Nor would he ever get used to the rub of Boba's cock, just barely separated from his by a thin wall of skin.

Boba groaned at the weight of you on top of him, a weight he absolutely loved. And the sight of the blissed expression on Din's face as he sheathed himself inside you. And the squeeze of you around him, Din's cock making you just that much tighter.

And you — Boba had gotten what he wanted. You were barely coherent. How could you be? Both men knew your body as intimately as they knew their own, as they knew each other's. These men could wreck and work you like no one else ever could, and with them both stretching and stuffing you full, working together to ruin you in a way they knew you loved, you were practically done for already.

Din smirked a little. The visual of you like this — impaled upon him and Boba, so thoroughly cockdumb — was a visual that he planned to live with forever.

And with a tiny nod from Boba, he slowly pulled out. And as he did so, Boba raised you by your waist, lifting you off of his cock.

You moaned so beautifully as they did.

And you moaned so beautifully again when Boba sank you back down and Din thrust back into your cunt.

The rhythm started slow. It usually did, the men letting you relax into the feeling of taking both of them. You always took them so gorgeously, so perfectly, and with a whisper of "Vorpan," Mando'a for "green," they knew you were ready.

The moans you had tried so hard to swallow earlier fully escalated into cries of ecstasy as your partners pounded into your holes. At first in sync, then in an oscillating rhythm that meant you were never without a cock inside you. As Din withdrew, Boba thrust in, and as Boba relaxed his thrusting hips and thighs, Din speared into you. You registered their voices, both encouraging and praising and moaning with pleasure, but none of the words truly made it through the garble of bliss clouding your entire being.

A sharp little yank on your nipple from Boba made you yelp. It brought your focus to the words being said. And you realized they actually weren't talking to you at all.

"Listen to that cunt," Boba was saying. His chest rippled against your back, and he gave your nipple a soothing little rub.

Din was braced over you, encasing your body as he worked in and out of you. His lip curled up as he ground out, "Best cunt in the galaxy."

You whined between them, listening to the lewd squelching of your own arousal as Din soaked himself in it. Your hips twitched with each new wave of slick that gushed out of you and spilled down to pool over Boba's girth. You felt so overwhelmed, stuffed absolutely full and stretched to your limits, and yet it wasn't enough.

With Din and Boba, it was never fucking enough.

And as Din and Boba worked in and out of you, trading dirty little comments about your cunt and ass and the bounce of your tits, about their cockdumb little sleeve, about how good you looked stuffed full, about how you weren't going to be able to walk tomorrow, about how your greedy little holes couldn't get enough of them, and how maybe they should both fuck your cunt next time, or both fuck your ass, all you could do as lay there, pinned between them, and take it.

One of Boba's hands squeezed around your tit, rolling and kneading it, presenting it to Din, who swiftly leaned down to suck your nipple into his mouth.

You cried out, one hand reaching back to grasp at Boba while the other flew to clutch Din's hair.

"There we go," Boba said. His voice had deepened as he grew closer and closer to the edge. "You know she loves it when we play with those tits."

Din hummed around you, his tongue tweaking your bud and making you shake underneath him.

Boba reached down, finding your clit. You nearly screamed as he rubbed it furiously.

You were so close, so fucking close, and how you hadn't cum yet was blowing your hazy mind, so fucked and filled with bliss you were reduced to nothing but broken cries of pleasure.

Three more thrusts. Three more thrusts from your partners was all it took to throw you over the edge.

"Boba! Din!"

And you came hard.

Seizing between them, your entire body clenched with ecstasy. Your cunt turned into a vice around Din, and he grunted as you clamped down around him and practically ripped his own orgasm out of him. Thrusting into you as hard and far as he could, Din came, his seed spurting out of him and stuffing you full.

And when Boba heard Din's guttural groan, and felt the furious clenching of you around him, he wasn't far behind. Burying himself in you as far as he could and yanking you down on top of him, Boba exploded inside your ass.

You climax dragged you in its wake for what felt like hours, but finally, the muscles in your body released, and your body practically gave out, sinking into Boba's front. Every muscle felt like it had been turned to jelly, and trembled in the aftermath of your high.

Din pulled out from you as gently as he could, his own legs feeling a little shaky as he kneeled beside you on the bed.

"Gonna lift you now, princess," Boba was saying. "On three..."

Together, he and Din lifted you up gently, until Boba's softening cock slid out of your ass. You were so worn out you could barely even wince at the sudden empty feeling.

But you reacted with a teasing little smirk as you heard Din and Boba's simultaneous groans, knowing you were gaping. Then, with a gentle clench, you elicited another groan from them as they watched Din's spend slowly trickle out of you.

"I'll start the bath," Din murmured. You continued to smirk as he struggled to tear himself away from the both of you. But he eventually stood, pressing matching kisses to yours and Boba's cheeks and disappearing into the fresher.

Boba began to massage your thighs.

"Feeling okay?" he rumbled, nuzzling into your neck from where he was now laying beside you. You hummed and smiled softly, eyes fluttering closed.

"Not sure how I'll be walking tomorrow," you said, making Boba chuckle, "but I'm okay."

Boba hummed and kissed you. You curled into him, tangling your tongue with his.

When he pulled away, your breaths mingled.

"You better recover quick, princess," he said, quietly, conspiratorially, "because Din just got home. And I think that merits something a little more... focused, on him."

A spike of heat shot through you at the suggestion, and your lips quirked into a salacious little smirk.

"I agree."

Din came back into the bedroom right at that moment. He had to pause at the sight of you two, his partners, tangled together in the aftermath of what he thought was a perfect homecoming.

But with the way you looked up at him, with a hungry, hooded gaze through fluttering lashes, and the way Boba lounged, eyebrow quirked just enough to be noticeable, Din felt his mouth go dry.

The night wasn't over yet.

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