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ephemerensis · 3 years ago

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Enough // Tim Drake x GN! Reader

Y/N is a vigilante moment even though i hate writing Y/N as a vigilante but I needed to write smth about an inferiority complex 2 cope asf and this is the only thing that made sense lmaoo i have finals this whole week pls send thots and prayers love u guys <3 HURT AND COMFORT + not proofread per usual

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“Currently northbound, everything checks out. How’s it looking on your end?”

Tim’s voice sounded muffled behind the wind. He was using comms mid swing again, despite your countless protests against it for his safety.

“Everything is fine here too. I just checked the last two blocks.”

Or maybe he was just on a rooftop. It was windy after all, especially higher up where you were perched now, overlooking a small corner of the city.

“Sounds good, I’ll see you back at the cave.”

It bit into the side of your face, the parts your mask didn’t cover, chilled fingers running their course across your cheeks. A shiver ran down your spine. Your cape billowed violently beside you, sitting on the precipice as you were it felt as if it could pick you up at any moment. But tonight you didn’t particularly mind.

“Copy that.”

You had no intention of going back. At least not yet. There weren’t any cases to solve or villains to plot against and while it was nice to live in a place full of kind faces and warm gestures, it was difficult to hear your own thoughts when they were being drowned out by the ever flowing conversation of twelve other voices. Nights like these were your own.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you inhaled. If you focused on it enough, letting go of your mind to let it wander, it almost felt as if you were flying. Almost.

How did you get here?

The wind billowed noisily in your ears but in the silence of tempestuous isolation the question rung so clearly in your mind, it clung like the lingerings of a bell chime.

Of course you knew how you got on the roof. And you knew how to get home. And you knew you had a home.

You were happy— undoubtedly you were happy. Your friends were wonderful, your boyfriend loved you; if you didn’t blink twice the world would think you had it all.

Somehow you didn’t though. That’s how you got here. Because you don’t belong.

You felt the cold bite of your tears along your cheeks before you registered them falling.

It was easier some days to forget it; the days when everyone lounged around at home, fighting tooth and nail to avoid taking out the trash. When you wrestled with Jason over TV programs because he wanted to rewatch Riverdale “for the irony of it.” Arguing with Tim on some obscure rooftop about which Spiderman was the best one. Dinners with the family, feasing over Alfred’s food.

But you didn’t belong and you knew it.

Two weeks ago you lost a lead on the disappearances happening around downtown that Tim had to rectify for you. Before that, you scuffed a mission by getting caught; the others had to save you. What good were you?

Even if you did succeed. Your feats were nothing another couldn’t accomplish. It took you three weeks to right a low profile burglary, when Cass could’ve done it in three days. And you tried. As much as anyone could you tried, but trying isn’t enough because effort means nothing when it amounts to mediocrity.

The truth was, even with a full hand— you didn’t deserve your cards. The rest of them and the trauma they faced before getting here; what did you ever suffer for but a few minor inconveniences?

You don ’t belong.

And it was infuriating.

You don’t have the skill. You don’t have the talent. You don’t even have a sob story to your name. You are nothing and nothing you could ever do would be good enough. You would never be good enough.

“Hey.” A voice behind you drew you out of your thoughts, making you whip your head around. You’d thrown the knife you had in hand at the intruder before you could process it, habitually. It hit the door leading to the rooftop with a thud as a figure moved to avoid it. The black boots of Red Robin’s suit emerged from the shadows as he approached you with his hands up.

“Woah! Hey, it’s just me.”

The tension in your body settled as soon as you registered the symbol sprawled across his chest, turning yourself back around to resume your previous position.

“You could’ve radioed me.”

The boy shrugged as he perched himself beside you, legs dangling over the edge, mimicking you.

“You didn’t answer when I did.”

“Oh. I guess I just didn’t hear it.”

His eyes were on you as you stared at the skyline. Your hands were fidgeting, kneading the air between each other in something akin to discomfort. A beat of silence passed until he broke it.

“Wanna know a secret?”

Relief flooded your bones. If he asked you what was wrong you wouldn’t know what to say. It’s not like you could lie, not to him, and you couldn’t bring yourself to tell the truth.

“What happened?”

“Well, I was texting and grappling— like you said was stupid, and I hit a brick wall. And then I went home and told you I got into a huge fight that was super valiant and dangerous! Do you remember?“

You snorted. Two months ago he came back limping through the cave. His nose was broken, wrist was sprained, among other things. You gave him an earful then about how reckless he was that night after patching him up.

“You’re joking! I was worried sick when you just stopped texting me and then when you came back I felt terrible for not being there.” He shrugged again with a small smile.

“It was embarrassing! What else was I supposed to say? To be fair, the wall was looking pretty suspicious, I had to neutralize the target… But yeah! I’m not perfect— go figure!” You leaned over, resting your head on his shoulder with a chuckle.

“Honestly I think we should revoke your phone privileges.”

“How would I talk to you then?”

“I guess we’ll just have to ask Bruce about telepathy tech.” You felt his shoulders shake beneath your head as he laughed. His hand hand grabbed yours before you realized it earlier, drawing shapes over your palm with his gloved fingers.

“Wanna know something else?”

“What else, Timberly?” His nose crinkled at the nickname.

“I had the worst insomnia like three years ago! Which, it’s not like I don’t pull all-nighters anymore but I’m improved I swear! Wanna know what fixed it?”

“Oh please don’t say something corny, I might throw up.” Your teeth sank into your bottom lip to prevent the impending smile from forming.

“You thought I was gonna say you? Funny. Silly! Wrong!”

You gasped comically, pulling away, before slapping his arm with the hand he wasn’t holding.

“Timothy Jackson Drake!” He let go of your hand altogether to fish his phone out of his pocket with a coy smile planted firmly under his mask.

“Not so loud! My identity’s at stake.” After tapping at his screen for a few moments, he handed you the phone, “This is my one stop shop tried and true remedy for sleep support.”

Taking it, you took a look. You hadn’t taken the picture. Which makes sense because you were sleeping in it, on one of the couches in the manor on a sunny afternoon. Your nose was crinkled slightly because the sun was in your face, but it made it look like your skin was glowing.

Handing it back, internally satiated but outwardly bashful, you rolled your eyes, “So it was me anyways.”

“You should feel honored I’m blessing you with it! Any thoughts I have that keep me from sleeping? Gone! You’re pretty cool Y/N. I’ve never needed someone like I need you.”

Ah. So he knew. Wordlessly he knew.

“You need me?”

Somehow he always did. And all this was to make you feel better. And it did.

“Yeah. We all do.”

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monako-jinn-stories · 4 years ago

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Boba Fett x Fem!Reader FanFic

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A thot-turned-multipart fic that oh I’m so excited for this! I loved expanding thing so much!

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Part Two

Warnings:

NSFW, 18+, smut, oral sex fem receiving, unprotected p in v sex, mention of pregnancy at the end

Part One

This isn’t the ideal life, it’s anything but. Being a young slave, just barely in your 20s, and working for Jabba the Hutt is not something anyone would want. It doesn’t make it any better being his favorite girl, it means you have to work more, be on “display” more. You’d choose any escape you could get, just to be out of here.

It’s another day at the palace, and it was not going well. You’d been woken early, Jabba requesting that you stay by his side and dance for him all day. You didn’t have a choice, you never got one. You had to do what he asked, when he asked. Any refusal would result in punishments, usually days without meals with constant dancing.

Sitting by Jabba’s side, you listen in on a conversation he’s having with a bounty hunter. You feel like you’ve seen him before, but you never talk to them. You’re not allowed, Jabba fears that they may try and steal you from him if you do.

“That’s not enough,” the bounty hunter says.

“Me cannot give u more moulee-rah choy,” Jabba responds. You’ve been here long enough to understand quite a bit of Huttese, and apparently he can’t give this bounty hunter more money.

“I’m not leaving without adequate pay, and I’ll shoot it out of you if I have to,” the bounty hunter threatens, raising his blaster up to aim at Jabba. Everyone around the room gasps, the music stopping and the air growing tense. You cover your mouth to hide the shock, your mouth open in a small “o” and eyes wide.

“Else could mee choba?” What else could he offer? You didn’t think a bounty hunter would take anything other than money, except maybe weapons, or a ship, but you knew Jabba wouldn’t give him either of those.

“I don’t want you to offer anything else. I want money.”

“Choy if mee choba u myo best girl?” Even if you didn’t understand any Huttese, that last sentence would have been crystal clear to you. Your heart starts racing, and Jabba pulls you over to him. Your body stiffens as the bounty hunter turns to look at you. You feel very exposed, everyone in the room watching you. Your skimpy outfit doesn’t help either, and you can’t help but tremble slightly where you stood.

Unbeknownst to you, the bounty hunter is thankful for his helmet. When he laid his eyes on you, he was stunned. You’re by far the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, and he’s seen many. It’s not even your outfit that gives you beauty, it’s your face, your eyes, your soft, innocent look.

“I’ll take her,” the bounty hunter immediately agrees. His tone is steady, and he stands as if this was merely a simple exchange of payment, keeping his cool. You have no choice, so you just go along with it. You can’t help but be slightly worried though, as Jabba has never “sold you off” before. In fact, other bounty hunters have tried, but Jabba would never let them. What was so different about this one? Was it because he openly threatened Jabba? But giving in made Jabba look weak, easy to influence. There had to be more to the situation.

Jabba has Bib unchain you, and you hesitantly walk over to the bounty hunter. He briefly turns to look at you before bowing slightly to Jabba and walking towards the hall. You follow behind, keeping your head down and sending a quick prayer to the Maker to you keep safe.

Once you reach the room, you slowly make your way to stand in the corner farthest from the bounty hunter. You subconsciously try to make yourself smaller, pulling your arms tightly around yourself. The bounty hunter notices, and so you watch as he slowly moves to the edge of the bed and sits, slowly removing his helmet as well.

You manage to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape when you see his face. He looks intimidating, but kind. With his helmet off and your ability to now see his face, you’re immediately more comfortable. You feel as though you can trust him, as he’s trusting you with his identity. Bounty hunters never revealed their faces to Jabba, so you feel more than honored by his action.

“Will you come sit by me, mesh’la?” he asks softly, and you immediately fall in love with his voice. It’s silky smooth and gentle, a calming tone to hear from a stranger. Quickly regaining yourself, you nod and make your way over. He watches you approach, meeting your gaze, though you don’t miss the way his eyes briefly roam over your body before you sit.

“Now,” he begins, meeting your gaze again, “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or threatened, so let’s talk for a little bit. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

“Okay, sure,” you happily agree, and your body starts to fully relax around him.

“How about we introduce ourselves?” he asks, and you nod in agreement. “My name's Boba.”

“Y/n,” you respond.

“A lovely name,” he comments, gently taking your hand and raising it to kiss the top before he sets it back down in your lap. You feel your cheeks heat, and try to brush it off.

“Why don’t you tell me about your life, if that’s okay,” he suggests. You hesitate, your life isn’t one you’re happy or proud of.

“It’s not been great,” you start, thinking back all those years. “I was orphaned as a small child here on Tatooine. I would run around and scrape together anything that I could, just for money or food. It was hard, and honestly I don’t know how I survived. Barely anyone helps each other around here.”

“Ah, I see,” he says, tilting his head at a thought. “How did you end up working for Jabba?”

“First off, I don’t work for Jabba, I’m one of his slaves,” you state, “second off, I was given false information one day about his palace. Some nasty local tried to get me killed, I think. They told me that his palace was a safe place for others like me, people who’d been abandoned and had to survive on their own. Stupidly, I believed them.” You see the way his eyes go slightly wider, and the anticipation is barely visible, but not completely hidden. There even seems to be something else, sympathy? Worry? Protectiveness?

“Instead of killing me, he had the idea to take me as a slave. Honestly, I’m not sure which one is the better option.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re alive, so that I could have met you,” he says, giving a small smile that melts your heart.

“Why don’t you tell me about your life, if you’re okay with that?”

“Of course,” he says. “I don’t know if you can tell, or if you even know about them, but I’m a clone.”

“Clone? Like the stories of the Mandalorian man that was cloned into millions of soldiers? The one during the clone wars?”

“Yes, exactly. I’m one of the only clones who was not mutated to age quickly. I’m an unmodified, exact copy of my father, Jango. He had wanted one as a son to raise himself.” He looks down, a brief wave of sadness flooding his eyes before he gives a soft smile. “He was the best father I could have asked for. Despite being a bounty hunter, he cared about me more than anything.”

“If you don’t mind,” you say cautiously, “would you tell me what happened to him?” Boba nods, a grim look setting over his features.

“We were on Geonosis for a Separatist council meeting, when the Jedi Obi Wan Kenobi was discovered. His fellow Jedi came to his rescue, resulting in the first battle of Geonosis, and the beginning of the clone wars. It was during this battle that my father got caught up in a fight with a Jedi by the name of Mace Windu,” the force at which Boba spit out the name of the Jedi was harsh. You could only imagine how much he hated him.

“I watched as they fought, my blood running cold as I did. I watched as the “peaceful Jedi” slaughtered countless innocents. I watched as Windu used his fancy purple lightsaber to decapitate my father.” You couldn’t help the gasp that you let out when you heard his words. You’ve heard many stories about the Jedi, lots of them with conflicting opinions, but this was almost convincing that they were anything but peaceful.

“Boba…I’m so sorry,” you say, reaching over and gently squeezing his hand. In response, he squeezes yours back and closes his eyes, taking a steadying breath.

“It’s okay, mesh’la. Nothing can be done about it now. I cherish the time I had with him, and it’s his memory that gives me strength.”

“Well, I’m sure there’s more to your story than just tragedy,” you say, hoping to prompt him to talk more. He chuckles, a grin coming to his lips. You let your eyes linger for a few seconds, wondering what they might feel like to kiss.

“I was a loner after that. I sometimes worked with bounty hunters that my father had known, but I mainly stuck to myself. Once, I snuck onto a Republic Venator and nearly had everyone on board killed, but that was a failed mission. I was caught before I could enact my full plan. I had originally just wanted to kill Windu and get revenge, but a few other casualties meant nothing to me. I ended up in a Republic prison on Coruscant for a while, but of course, as you can see, I escaped.”

You don’t know how long the two of you sat there, him telling you stories of his travels and you being amazed. You try not to show how impressed you are, but hearing about his skill and luck was impressive. You couldn’t help but in the back of your mind think about where all this friendliness was leading. It didn’t bother you much, it had been the only reason he’d agreed to take you as payment in the first place.

After Boba finishes another story, a quiet falls over the room. You look up at him, a wordless agreement passing through the two of you. Deciding to make the first move, you reach up and gently trace his jawline before leaning forwards and pressing your lips to his. He responds immediately, pulling you onto his lap and holding your waist. He positions you to be straddling his thigh, his cold armor biting into your skin.

You suddenly get the bright idea to give him a little show, and so you begin to slowly grind down on his armor. You roll your hips, trying to find any friction you can.

“Oh, pretty girl, is this what you’ve become? Desperate for anything from me?”

All you do is let out a whine in response, clutching at his chest as you grind down again. His hands on your waist still your needy actions, and you look at him in confusion as he lifts you off and sets you next to him.

“I never intended on taking you for this reason,” he says, meeting your gaze. “Please, do not feel as though you must do this. Only if you are comfortable will I do anything.”

“I want this,” you say, a wave of courage rushing over you. “I’m more than comfortable with this, with you.” Boba nods, a smirk slowly spreading over his lips. He moves, sliding from the bed to his knees in front of you.

“May I?” he asks, gesturing to the pathetic bikini type bottoms Jabba forces you to wear. You nod furiously and lift your hips, allowing him to slide the clothing down your legs. His fingers are hot as they slowly drag across your skin, and you can’t help but wonder how they’d feel somewhere else.

“Maker,” he says, letting out a sigh as he takes you in, “you really are his best girl aren’t you, princess?” He turns his head and kisses the inside of your thigh, his lips dangerous close to where you want him.

“Boba, please,” you whine, and with that he suddenly dives in. Your head falls back and you throw your arms out behind you to keep yourself propped up. His tongue is vicious and hot, attacking all the right places. His gaze is fiery when he peers up at you, and the sight makes your arms go weak as you fall back against the bed. You throw your legs over his shoulder and dig your heels into his armor, desperate to get him closer, although his face is already buried in you.

“N-never thought it would b-be this g-good,” you whimper as he noisily makes a meal of you.

“No one’s ever treated you this good?” he asks, pulling his face away from you. You whine at the loss before he shoves two fingers deep inside you. You cry out at the intrusion, dropping your head back again as he curls them and starts to work them in and out of you.

“N-never been t-touched, or fucked,” you gasp between moans. Boba slows his motions, but doesn’t completely still. His eyes are wide with surprise, and you give him a sheepish look, suddenly feeling a lot more exposed.

“I’m the first one to take you?” he asks, his eyes scanning your face for any hint of a lie. You just nod silently, and a cocky grin splits over his lips.

“Well, then I might just have to ruin you for everyone else, princess. Make sure everyone knows that you’re mine.” You can’t help how you clench around his fingers as he calls you his. The thought of him claiming you sends arousal through your body.

He leans back down again, picking up his actions right where he left off, and you can’t help the next few moments as your body tenses before you cum around his fingers. Your back arches off the bed and moans fly from your mouth. His name falls repeatedly from your lips as he helps you ride it out fully. When your body relaxes back onto the bed, he makes a show of cleaning you up thoroughly with his tongue. When he’s finished, he stands, gently rubbing a hand up and down your thigh, soothing you from your orgasm.

“How would you like me to split you open on my cock?” he asks. Your eyes widen up at him and your cheeks immediately burn with heat. He chuckles at your reaction, his hand squeezing where it rested on your thigh.

“Is that a yes?” You nod furiously, at a loss for words. He grins before he steps back and begins to remove his armor. When he’s made it down to just his greys, you let your eyes fall, and you can see his arousal straining against the fabric. He looks big, and when he removes the final layer of clothing, you bite your lip. He’s bigger than you could have anticipated, and you don’t know if you can even take him.

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll be gentle, you’ll do great,” he says, noticing your expression. He strokes himself a few times, preparing himself. He covers himself with your slick, groaning softly at the feeling before he nudges the head of his cock past your folds. You suck in a harsh breath as he slowly eases in, and your hands grip onto his arms. He’s careful, letting you take a little at a time so that you’re not hurt or uncomfortable.

When he finally bottoms out in you, he stays still and lets you adjust to his size. When you’re ready, you nod at him to continue. He slowly eases out, pulling back until just the tip remains in you. He pushes back in slowly, and soon he’s setting a soft pace, grinding his hips forward and pushing himself into you.

The feeling is so full to you, and you can’t help but watch as Boba repeatedly disappears into you. He notices you watching, and gently uses a finger to lift up your chin.

“Eyes on me, mesh’la,” he says, driving himself deep into you. You bite your lip, holding back the snarky remark that you had been looking at him, just not his eyes. After a few minutes of his soft, gentle pace, you feel yourself wanting more. You buck your hips up to meet his, and he raises a brow as he looks down at you.

“Want something, mesh’la?” he asks with a deep chuckle.

“Boba, I want you to go faster. I can take it, I promise,” you beg. You don’t miss the way his eyes turn darker and more hungry, if that’s even possible. He wordlessly agrees, picking up the pace and fucking you harder and deeper than before.

He was right, he was going to ruin you for everyone else, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You reach up to his neck and pull him down to you, locking your lips with his as he reaches up and twists on a nipple. The action pulls a deep moan from you and your chest arches into his touch. He groans against your lips in response before he pulls his mouth from yours and latches onto the neglected nipple. With the combination of him sucking, twisting, and fucking your body, you could feel your second orgasm rushing towards you fast.

“F-fuck Boba. I’m gonna cum again,” you warn him, and right before you fall he pulls away from you completely. You cry out pathetically at the loss, but before you know what’s happening, he’s flipping you over and pulling your hips into the air.

“Wanna show you another position, princess,” he says, rubbing a hand over your ass before sliding himself back in. His cock reaches deeper than before, and another moan rips from deep within you, though it’s muffled by the pillows your face is shoved into.

As he works his hips into you, wet sounds fill the room and add to your arousal. He reaches around to rub at your clit, leaning forward as he did to plant a kiss on your back. As he does so, your second orgasm rips through you and you cum hard on him. He curses as your walls tighten into a death grip around his cock, and he releases deep inside you. He continues to work his hips until you’ve both fully ridden out your highs. When he stops, he slowly pulls out and lays down on the bed next to you. He holds you close for a few minutes before gently kissing your neck and standing to find a cloth to clean up.

“Are you staying here long?” you ask him when he comes back and starts to clean up. He pauses and meets your gaze before responding.

“No, I’m leaving after we’re finished here,” he says.

“Oh,” is all you say. You’re not sure whether you should feel sad or not, but something in you feels upset at the thought of him leaving, and very soon.

“I’ll visit you again, princess. Don’t forget me.” After he says that, he gently kisses your forehead before he leaves the room. That night, you’re unable to stop thinking about him as you drift to sleep. You dream about him as well, and soon the memory of him haunts you.

The days go by without his return, and they turn into months, and then one day, as you’re sitting in Jabba’s throne room, you hear the news you’ve been fearing but didn’t want to think about. Boba Fett was dead, killed in a sarlacc pit. Your heart tightens when you hear the words, and your hand subconsciously moves down to your stomach.

He never got to know about your child.

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