#boba fett one shot

[aron-mp4]

I imagine this is the night before Jango went off to Coruscant

[ylojgtr]

why did star wars stories stop having cool names? all the skywalker saga titles are sick, they tie into the plot of the movie and have a really epic feel to them. rogue one is a fine title, sounds star wars-y enough without sounding like a mainline story. but solo? obi-wan kenobi? andor? those are just the names of the characters! nothing wrong with it, comics have been doing it for decades with no detriment to the actual stories being told but...it's just kinda lame yk? ultimate brand recognition is just what comes to mind. clone wars is fine, rebels is ok, they both sound like tv show titles and do a decent job expressing the grandeur (especially cw) of the stories in each show. but book of boba fett? it doesn't even attempt to be like a book?? i honestly couldn't think of what to call them otherwise though. solo wouldn't really work with a title like birth of the smuggler or something, that just sounds stupid. but the books get away with it, the solo sequel book is called last shot, which is cool! obviously a reference to han's contentious firing in anh as well as a direct tie in to the books plot. (speaking of, can we bring back kassha please? can we make her being kadara's mother canon?? i like her)

maybe we were spoiled with the awesome titles of the mainline movies. maybe it's better to give side stories more generic, industry standard names. but i still like trying to think of how the title fits into the story, figuring out who the phantom menace is, if the last jedi is singular or plural, who the attack from the clones was truly upon. i just think it's neat

ps: i realized after tagging this that having the names of the characters just be the names of the show/movie makes it hard to differentiate between tagging the media and tagging the character so...another point to unique naming

[robotsandramblings]

is it any wonder i'm so obsessed with, and keep rewatching and rewatching, the animated Star Wars shows? Clone Wars, Bad Batch, Rebels?

the animated shows are by no means perfect. they have their highs and lows. they have their own issues.

but dear god they just really seem to be leagues better than the live-action Star Wars shows (except, arguably, Andor and The Mandalorian). or is that just me????

[full rant below lol]

and it's not just necessairly because they have more freedom with animation. or because they have more episodes in a season. that's not an excuse. i genuinely just think the overall writing, storylines, and characters are way better in CW, BB, and Rebels.

i care more about those stories and those characters. i want to rewatch and revisit their stories and their struggles and their triumphs. i'm invested in what happens to them, even the minor characters. (i know what happens to them because i've watched the show 100 times and yet i STAY invested!!)

but the live-action stuff? sure, each series has maybe 1-2 scenes that are amazing, or maybe 1 entire episode worth rewatching. but i've never once had a desire to rewatch all of Book of Boba Fett, nor Obi-Wan Kenobi. i only have a small desire to rewatch about 25% of Ahsoka. i can't imagine having any future desire to rewatch The Acolyte in full.

which sucks because they have great actors involved, and passionate actors who care about the story and their characters! and there is potential, like there are good stories, good ideas in there somewhere. but they were poorly paced and executed. i'm not invested in the stories. i hardly care for the characters. the live-action shows lack the quality and writing/creative talent that would make them great shows, and that special something, that heart and soul, that would make them my favourite shows.

p.s. on the flip side, i feel ... sad? for those fans who are weirdly uppity about refusing to watch animated stuff. because they are truly missing out on some GREAT content

[replaytech]

episode 5 of book of boba fett:

Din: I won the darksaber in battle, it is mine

Paz: nuh uh

[100lxtters]

Testing the ‘old’ Hunter

!! THIS ONE SHOT IS FOR 18+ VIEWING ONLY, MINORS DNI !!

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Boba Fett x fem!reader 6.5k words Deciding to roleplay with Boba was a dangerous game, especially in terms about how his hunting skills where, teasing that they would have weakened with his older age. Hiding away in a cantina from him, awaiting for him to retrieve you and have his way with you Dom!Boba, sub!reader Warnings : dom/sub, smut, brat, predator/prey kind of, roleplay, mask/helmet kink, choking, degradation kink, handcuffs, naked female clothed male, face slapping, hair-pulling, finger fucking, orgasm denial, orgasm control, spanking, helmet stays on, penis in vagina sex, a bit toxic but its all consensual, praise kink, creampie, reader is on birth control, aftercare Mando'a translations: cyar'ika - darling/sweetheart mesh'la - beautiful ad'ika - little one

The music in the cantina was burning your ears as you swayed your hips, the tiny outfit you had on barley covering your ass and your tits daring to slip out the top. Everything stunk, your shoes were sticking to the floor with every movement, and there were too many creeps staring at you. 

But you tried to ignore it, letting the little amount of alcohol in your veins run through you as your eyes danced along the room. You had managed to pick an almost hidden spot in the busiest cantina on Tatooine.

Surely he won't find you easily.

Your legs dug into the arm of the throne, smirking down at Boba as you say ''no, I reckon your skills have roughened up over the years. I bet you wouldn't be able to track me down, even if you tried your best.''

His hand stopped stroking your thigh, now gripping tightly onto it, pulling you closer as his other hand cups your chin, ''careful there little one, you don't want to test me.''

''Whatever you want to think, old man.''

Smirking to yourself as you glanced over to the door, questioning where he will start, and how long he had already been searching. Wondering if he found the note yet, and if he did how quickly he jumped into your little game. 

All your note really stated was 'let's test those skills and come collect your bounty' as you left it laying on the arm of the throne.

You had left the Palace early this morning, finding old clothing in an abandoned room, most likely from Jabba's rule. Once you left you just started heading into random cantinas around Mos Espa until you realised that was too easy for Boba, so you ended up in Mos Eisley instead. Of course to keep the game fun and to give him the 'thrill of the hunt' you left clues behind in those cantinas. Not much just like a piece of jewellery, an old top you were going to bin anyway, and in one cantina you literally just wrote Boba on a glass in lipstick.

It was silly and dumb, but for you it made it more interesting, wanting to see what he would use to find you again.

You just prayed he didn't use a tracking fob as that would be too easy.

The door sliding open caught your attention, your head slowly turning towards it to see a mirialan woman walk in, you just sigh and put your attention back into dancing. Starting to figure it was maybe time to move to another cantina, if Boba was on his way then it would be more fun moving again.

Trying to plan what clue you could leave behind you hear the sliding door once again, heavy steps entering the cantina and a few people quieten down. Surely it must be him now.

So you peak your head around the corner and see you were correct, his head slowly turning around the room, you ducking behind the pillar before his sight set on you. ''Please, enjoy your night everyone. Don't mind me'' Boba announces, his voice almost sounding tired. Hearing his heavy steps make their way to the bar, closing in to the tender as he says, ''I'm looking for a girl.'' You angle yourself to be able to watch the situation now without him seeing you.

The balosar man behind the bar, scuffs and replies ''look around mate, there are plenty of women here.... for the right credits of course.''

''No, I'm looking for a specific girl'' Boba replies, the slight hint of annoyance in his voice from the mans suggestion, ''I'm looking for her'' he adds as he places down a holodevice with an image of you on it. Fuck.

Time to go, you think. Your eyes set on the backdoor, but you knew that it would mean Boba would see you in the process of escaping. So you do what you've been doing most the day, you sway your hips towards the door and act like you're just part of the crowd.

''Yeah I've seen her, she's just over there'' you hear the tender reply.

It was like you could feel Boba's eyes burning into your back, now it was time to really go.

Your feet pick up and you run for the door, hearing his heavy armoured body fastly heading towards you. Your whole body shoves against the door, forcing it open and sliding through the first gap you could. His footsteps stop once you're out the cantina, you smirk and turn around. The sight was almost horrifying, his helmet just glaring at you through the gap.

But you keep going, heading down any small alleyway you could find, rushing into another cantina just to run out their backdoor too.

There wasn't much to run to here, at the end of the day you do want him to find you, you wanted him to punish you for running and take whatever he wanted from you.

The whole time you are just smiling to yourself, cutting through crowds and sliding through whatever space you could. You were well ahead of him now, but just how far? He knew what to do and how to find you.

After you run into another alley you slow down, allowing yourself to take a deep breath in and calm. Maker, running on Tatooine wasn't a good idea, regardless of how much cooler the nights may be, the humid air didn't calm down at all. You'd think thanks to your very little clothing it would help yet they just stuck to you. Even if Boba wasn't far behind you the likeliness of him finding you had to be lower now, right?

Letting your feet still wander the hidden alleyways, taking a moment to feel smug for escaping that cantina just before Boba grabbed you. You wonder if he knew you were there all along, or how many hours had he been searching for you. Maybe you'll never know, it was part of the fun anyway.

Suddenly you startle at the sound of a lizard falling out of a bucket onto the sand, scurrying away. You quietly laugh to yourself as you walk backwards until your body knocks into something, or more like someone. ''There you are'' the modified voice says. 

You jump forwards before they grab your hand, spinning your body around and shoving your back into the closet wall. ''Ouch'' you say, pretending to pout as you stare into the visor of your lover.

''Do you know how long I've been looking for you? Had me searching half of Mos Espa before I realised you got bored of there, I would've found you hours ago if it wasn't for that trick.'' Oh, so your plans worked, he really was trying to find you using basic skills then.

So you just shrug and reply ''guess you're getting rusty in your old age then.''

There, you could feel it start to snap in him, the teasing was working just how you intended, how you wanted this 'game' to go. His hand launches onto the front of your throat, squeezing on both sizes as he pulled you closer, ''oh cyar'ika, keep testing me and see where that gets you.'' His voice so deep, so serious, you had never heard him speak to you like this, even in times of degrading you.

And yet it was just getting started, you could feel your pussy clenching around the air as you reply smiling with ''testing you? You really must be getting old if this all tired you out.''

This was possibly a bad idea, but you knew it would be worth it.

Without saying anything else his hand leaves your throat, you go to shoot him a confused look but before you can reply he grabs the top of your arm and shoves you forward, ''walk'' he orders. So you slowly move your feet towards the alleyway exit, hearing his spars behind you. You hope he's been enjoying hunting you down, making him work for it.

As the Mos Eisley streets appear a smirk crawls onto your face as you say ''it's awfully nice that you found me, but'' stopping in your tracks, turning to your left ''I've got to go.'' Then you're sprinting again.

You hear Boba curse under his breath, hearing his steps speeding up but you were faster than he was. Turning any random corner to stay out of sight, once again heading into a cantina to cut through. Wondering how far behind he was now, wondering how annoyed he must be and how he will take it out on you. It made your stomach flutter with excitement.

As you rush through the streets again you can feel the glares of the locals, wondering how often they must see these type of situations. Obviously yours being different since it was a consensual hunt.

After a little while you hide behind a corner in an empty mechanic workshop to catch your breath and to cool down. What was his plan? You basically told him to come find you, but what did he intend to do when he did? You prayed you both shared the same idea on it.

Thinking about how aggressive he would be, having his way with you as he wished. Taking what is his. Claiming his 'bounty'.

Your thoughts are cut as his spars once again ring in your ears, you poke your head out for a moment to watch him walk past the workshop. ''Come out brat, I know you're here'' Boba says, almost shouting. The locals must be so confused, wondering what the Daimyo was doing hunting again. The temptation to turn around and just say 'oh don't worry, it's just a sex thing' made you almost giggle imaging peoples reactions.

Moving back into the shop, eyes locked on the back door, trying to sneak over there to flee out the back. You hear him say your name, catching you off guard, causing you to knock a hammer off the table. Shit.

You don't even wait around to see if he heard it or not, and realistically he did as it landed onto metal, you just rush for the door. Shoving it open and using your whole body to shut the heavy door. You let out a sigh, but it was an early celebration.

''Get here, now'' you hear from the end of the street. Your head turns to him, you smirk and begin to head the other way until you're unable to. Your arms become attached to your hips, a wire wrapping around your whole body. There was nothing you could do except stand there like an idiot.

There was a pull on the wire, you assume it was due to him getting closer. His steps so heavy in the soft sand, getting closer and closer to you. Until he was right behind you, holding one shoulder to turn you around to him. ''H-hey'' you bat your eyelashes at him.

Boba's hand moved from your shoulder, hearing him fiddle with something as you felt your body become lose. His gloved hand holding your wrist before there was a click around it, a tight feeling too. Looking down to see him attach the binder to your other wrist too. Your head shot back up to his as you gave him a confused look, opening your mouth to say something before he gripped your cheeks and squished your face. ''Save it, you're coming with me. Wither you like it, or not.''

He grabs the top of your arm and starts to pull you along with him through the streets. You could feel your cheeks heat up as people stared at the pair of you, but you tried to swallow the embarrassment away, because at the end of the day you're about to have a fun evening. However you kept your head down to feel better, yet you were still smiling to yourself.

You were starting to wonder where he was taking you until Slave 1 comes into view, makes sense since both towns were opposite ends of his Palace. As the ramp starts to lower you use all your force to pull yourself out his grip, and luckily it works, mainly because he wasn't holding you all that tight. His helmet snaps to you as you back away from him, your face wearing a grin as you say ''so much for being a bounty hunter.''

A groan appears from behind his helmet, ''I mean it this time, back here now'' his shoulders tensing as he stands still. The glare from behind the helmet made you weak, you didn't even know how he was looking at you currently but you just knew he looked pissed, but most likely also smirking too.

There wasn't anywhere to really run to, just the endless Dune Sea, but again you weren't trying to run, you just wanted to play with him and get him riled up. It was only the two of you out here, keeping a distance from him as you say ''or what? What makes you think I'd come with you?'' Watching as his feet start to move towards you, so you back up with every step he takes, staying just out of reach. 

It happened almost out of nowhere, he sped up and almost launched at you, causing you to let out a yelp as he grabbed your upper arm again but a lot tighter this time. No trying to escape again. ''Kriffing brat'' he mutters under his breath as he drags you back to the ship.

''Get off me'' you struggle, trying to keep your lips from curling into a smile.

But it's useless, he walks up the ramp with his grip still tight, pressing a button to shut it before turning to you. Boba's visor glaring at you before you feel his leather gloved hand come in contact with your cheek, the slight burning sensation from the slap causing your mouth to hang open. He then grips both your cheeks with one hand and replies ''when I tell you to get back here then I expect you to do so.''

Your gaze just locks onto the visor, trying to come up with something witty to reply with. ''Oh, I'm so scared of you mister bounty hunter.''

Boba then spins your body around to face his small bunk on the ship, shoving your body into it, falling onto the hard mattress as you make eye contact with him for a moment before he says ''it would be in your best interest that you stay there, you don't want to find out what will happen if you disobey me, again.''

The door then shuts as you hear him climb the ladders up to the cockpit, you let yourself let out a deep breath and giggle to yourself. Maker you hope he is enjoying this as much as you are. 

The hum of the ship startles you as you feel it begin to take off, where was he taking you?

As he's out of sight you pull a pin out your bra you had hidden, holding it between your teeth to unlock one of your wrists. Leaning forward to press the button to open the door, you look out and see he is still up there. Exiting the bunk, shutting it behind you and sneaking across the ship into his big weapons cupboard. Looking through the tiny gap to see him when he returns.

After a couple of minutes you hear him climb back down the ladders, pressing the button to the bunk and sighing when he notices it's empty. ''Oh princess, you're making this harder for yourself. Can't follow one fucking instruction'' he groans. Watching as he presses a button on the side of his helmet, tilting his head downwards. You hear him chuckle and say ''we both know there's not many places to hide in here, so come out and I'll be kinder mesh'la.''

But you don't, you don't want him to be kind.

''Fine, have it your way.''

Boba's broad body turns around and charges straight for the cupboard, almost ripping the doors off as you come in contact with his helmet. He doesn't say anything as he grabs the dangling binder to pull you towards him, pulling you into the room as he shoves you towards the table in the middle of it.

He places you in front of him with your back turned to him, his strong hands digging into your hips as he forces your body over the table. Your ass instantly falling out the tiny outfit, feeling his crotch slightly rub against you, causing a quiet whimper to leave you. ''Is this what you wanted? For a big, bad bounty hunter to take advantage of you?''

Your free hand is pulled behind your back along with your cuffed one, him then closing the binders back around it again, holding your hands behind your back. Pressing your forehead into the table as the rest of your body fell against it, the only support keeping you up being your legs just about touching the floor still.

''For someone to treat you like the low life whore you are?'' His cold gloved hands running over your ass cheeks, playing with the hem of your underwear, ''to have your pussy absolutely ruined whilst someone takes their reward?''

You can't reply, if you speak it'll come out a whimpering mess, but he knew that. It was what he wanted. There was no way he couldn't see the soaking wet patch in your underwear. He knew what you wanted, knew that this was your plan all day.

His hands explored lower, closer to your aching pussy, sliding under your underwear. He was so close, right there, he just needed to move a little further in and give you what you so desperately wanted. His fingers softly crept along your folds, your body ever so slightly twitching from anticipation, then he very quickly ran a finger over your clit. A whimper sneaking out your throat before you could stop it.

Boba does it again, so you push yourself closer to his hand as much as you can, wanting more from him. He just tusks and says ''you don't get what you want now, after how you've been acting today little one.''

''But... please'' you whimper.

''Pathetic'' he chuckles, his hands moving away before they land on your hips, thrusting his clothed self against you causing a choked moan to hum in your mouth. One of his hands then snakes into your hair, grabbing a fist full of it making your neck snap as far back as it would, then his helmet lowers down next to your ear. ''Listen to me, slut. You do only as I say or do, and if that is so hard for you to follow I will make you regret it.''

You let out a dramatic sigh and reply ''and if I don't? Would you hand in a damaged bounty?'' teasing him as you smirked at the empty room in front of you.

''No, however you're my bounty so it doesn't matter. And seeing as you're mine I can choose my own reward'' as he finishes speaking you feel the hand from your hip go between your bodies, him messing with his pants before you feel his hard warm cock against your ass. Your body once again twitches from the touch, your thighs dying to press together to add pressure from your excitement.

Feeling his hand in your hair releasing you to grab the skirt, his grip tightening on it before he ripped it off your body in seconds. You let out a heavy breath from his sheer strength. Feeling him throw the fabric across the ship, then doing the same motion with your underwear, leaving your soaking pussy out in the ships cool air.

Boba's hands roam up your body, reaching the tiny top as he mutters ''you've been dressed like a little slut all day, where you hoping you could use your body to get out of this?''

Blushing as you almost whisper ''maybe, but I knew it would've worked.''

His gloves reaching under your bra, his freed cock running against your bare pussy, feeling it twitch as he cupped one breast softly saying ''oh did you now? Well it doesn't seem to be working right now, seeing as my plan for you'' his fingers pinching your nipple as you whimper, ''is to have you do whatever I please and wish to. You have no say in this matter, do you understand?''

''Yes'' you reply quietly, almost feeling shameful for your response as your brain starts to get taken over by horny thoughts.

Once again he tightly grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back so his cold helmet sits above your ear. ''Yes, what?'' Feeling his chin run along your ear as he spoke, almost spitting the words as he said them.

''Yes, sir'' you spit back. A groan leaves him as you suddenly feel him shove two gloved fingers into your pussy, a choked moan leaving you as he stretched you open. His fingers pushing deep into you before he starts thrusting them in and out, the leather harsh against you.

Leaning back up but still holding your hair as he says ''quit with the fucking attitude, or this will be harder for you.'' His fingers speeding up, you try to hold back your moans as much as possible but you struggled. ''Stop being pathetic, just let yourself enjoy what I do to you.''

And oh was it tempting, wanting to give into him like usual, being his perfect little sub you are most the time. But this was too fun, acting out against him and not following his exact order always caused a rush through you. ''M-maybe do better then'' you reply, breathing heavily as you swallow your moans.

You feel a third finger force it's way into your tight hole, tears threatening the corner of your eyes, feeling them curl inside you hitting the perfect sweet spot. Unfortunately that was enough to make you let out a loud moan. Boba chuckles behind you, ''what was that princess?'' His grip on your hair loosening as you feel yourself clench around his digits. ''Aw, are you getting close?'' his tone almost a mockery tone.

But you don't give him the satisfaction of replying, instead shutting your eyes and trying to hold in any moans and just letting out quick heavy breaths. He was right, you could feel the pit in your stomach growing, you had been waiting all day for this. You wanted a release, was enjoying this so much already.

The pool in your stomach starting to get ready, ''do you wanna cum? Tell me.'' You just nod and hum, still refusing to give him what he wants, but instead it just leads to his hand tightening in your hair again. ''Speak.''

''Please'' you blurt out, a moan sneaking out too. But as expected, he stopped. Letting go of your hair and pulling his fingers out. Cutting your orgasm off too soon. The side of your face resting on table, it cool against your warm face. ''Fuck you'' you mumble.

In response you were greeted with a hard slap across your ass cheek that caused you to yelp, before he did the same on the other cheek. Your legs squirmed and pressed together, maker that hurt. It's always worse when he slapped your ass with the gloves on, there was more power behind them. His fingers dig into your ass cheek as he groans ''oh I plan to.''

Without another second he shoves his cock through your folds, into your wet desperate hole. Filling your pussy completely with his thick length. Going as deep as he can, the base of his cock resting against your ass before he pulls back as he snapped his hips into yours hard and quickly.

You couldn't hold back anymore, you allowed the moans to fall out your mouth but only quietly, not letting him get the full satisfaction. Your denied orgasm building back up, shit you were already so close. He must have known as he teased ''you getting close again already?'' All you can do is nod, ''good, I want you to thank me after you cum, and you best remember what I said before. Also, I'm going to count down from five and then you can cum, you cum before that and I'll make you regret it.''

Oh, this game. It was fun, but maker was it almost scary, not wanting to cum before he allowed you to as in the past he had stopped mid orgasm which is just not fun. 

''Five'' you ball your fingers in, tightening your grip around nothing just to ground yourself. ''Four'' his hips started to slap harder, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. ''Three'' you let out a deep moan as his balls slap your clit, a sharp sensation running through you. You weren't going to hold out longer. ''Two'' shit, you prayed he would hurry as the pit was about to drop.

Preparing for the last number, the go ahead that you could cum. You were struggling against the binders, your face melting more into the table, your pussy clenching, ready to cover his cock in your cum.

His voice lowers, becoming so husky as he says ''one.''

Your body becomes undone beneath him, moaning loudly and messily. Body jolting as you suffocate his cock within your pussy. Eyes rolling back and seeing stars as you cum hard around him. His pace doesn't slow down, your cum making your already wet hole more wet for him. ''T-thank you.. sir, thank yo-you'' you moan out.

''What a dirty little slut, making a mess all over my cock'' he tusks down at you. His thrusts slowing down a little, grabbing your binders to use as a grip, forcing your body up a bit as he shoves his cock deep at this new angle. ''Such a beauty split open on my cock.'' Sweat falling down your back, your eyes fluttering open as mixes of heavy breaths and moans leave your mouth. Hearing his armour clank as he fucked you harder as he just held you up. 

Then you heard a quiet hiss, your wrists becoming free, feeling the binders slide down your back and make a soft bang sound as the landed on the floor. Boba then slowly pull out of you, you already felt so empty. He then grabbed your hips and turned you to face him, his hands instantly working on getting your top off, letting your breasts become free.

''I really lucked out with you, such a beautiful bounty'' he groaned as his fingers twisted one of your nipples. Your whole body almost blushing as your back arched a bit. ''Maybe I should keep you, no need to hand you over to anyone, is that what you want?'' Him closing in on you, your ass leaning against the table, ''claim you as mine? Make everyone know you're my slut?''

''Please, sir'' you whimper. His hands move onto the top of your thighs, helping lift you onto the table, pushing your legs open as he stood between them. Lining his cock up to your already sensitive pussy, slowly pushing it in as your hands fall onto his shoulders for grip, wrapping your legs around the top of his thighs.

Your grip around his legs making him go in deeper, you managed to get your own way without him realising he was doing so. He almost hugged your body as he went as deep as he could, he mumbles a curse under his helmet. His hips starting to rock against you, your fingers dig into the beskar but obviously it didn't do much for you to help hold yourself together. 

So you move one hand off his shoulder and starting to sneak it up to his helmet, wanting to feel his lips against yours. You start to lift the helmet before he grips your wrist harshly. Using his other hand he pushes you onto your back, you let out a heavy breath, shocked from the quick motion.

His other gloved hand smacks against your cheek before he holds your face second after, ''you never try to remove a hunters helmet, understand? Or are you too much of a dumb slut to know that?'' growling down at you. Boba's hips not longer rocking into you, just holding you as he glared through his visor.

''But I just wanted a kiss'' you pout.

His helmet gets closer as he quietly says ''I don't care.'' Then returning to slamming his cock further into you. His hand leaving your face and moving to your breast, tightening a grip around it.

''B-but that's not fair'' you whimper out as your back arched. The pit in your stomach filling again, your breathing increasing as you stare at him through your eyelashes.

However they fly open when his hand grips your throat, the other one still holding your tit. ''I don't fucking care what you think is fair or not, I'm in charge here. You're mine, and I will use you however I wish to'' Boba spits, his tone so serious now. The pool ready to drop, your pussy tightening around him again. ''Just cum, slut.''

And you do, not wasting a second. You cum harder then you did before, it almost hurting as you squeeze around his thick self. ''Fuck'' you mumble, it almost slurring. You were already starting to feel tired, not sure how much more you had in you. His hands return to your hips, he had just been holding you on his cock as you came, but once he could see you calmed a bit his grips on your hips tightened as he just used your hole.

''You're like my own personal fucktoy, aren't you? Just letting me do whatever I want to your perfect body'' in some way it was almost like he was worshiping you as he degraded you, it just sent flutters to your cunt. The way he was managing to make you feel so special whilst he ruined your body.

His fingers dug into your hips, you can guarantee there will be marks there tomorrow, small bruises most likely. Your eyes looking down at where you were both connected, such a beautiful sight.

Boba must have caught your eyeline as his lowers whilst he says ''look at how perfect you fit around me, like you were made for me. Maker, I'm keeping you all for myself.'' You could feel his thrusts slowing down, but his stride were longer, pushing his cock as deep as he could into your pussy. It felt like he was in your stomach, pushing so far in. 

Pussy clenching around him due to the pressure it was pushing inside, ''si-sir'' is all you can mumble out. Watching his helmet move back up to view your face, waiting for you to carry on whilst his dick was so far in you that it almost hurt. ''I... can- can't'' you say with half shut eyes.

One of his hands moved off your hips and he held your cheek, ''what's wrong ad'ika?'' his voice full of faux sympathy. Your face just slightly tightens as he pulls out and then forcibly shoves his cock back in deep, a choked breath managing to fall out your mouth. ''Is it too deep for your little pussy to handle?'' You could feel him smirking behind the helmet, maybe it was time to give him some attitude again.

''W-what is that you go-going deep? Weak'' you mumble.

Oh maker, that was a decision. Boba's hand travels down to your neck, holding your throat hard, his shoulders tensing. ''Just when I thought you were being a good girl for me, you pull that?'' Feeling his length pull back, before quickly driving into your cunt. His thrusts now fast and deep, any moans you were trying to keep down were instantly blocked by his grip on your throat. 

Your body felt like it was on fire, he had never fucked you like this before, you couldn't tell if this was part of the 'game' or this is him showing how rough he can really be but just hasn't showed you yet. The way he was treating your body was like magic, you had never felt so good during sex before like this. Using everything he knew you enjoyed but cranked up to 11.

He removed the hand off your hip and slowly trailed down to your clit, his thumb running over it causing your hips to rise without control. His fingers pressed harder on your throat as he said ''ah, none of that. Keep them down.'' So you try to force your hips back down but it was hard to do so as he ran his thumb over your clit again and again.

Shit, you were already getting close again. The pit starting to fill up again.

''Kriff you wanna cum again?'' He says almost mockingly. You can only nod, looking at him through half lidded eyes. ''Say it then slut.''

His hand loosened off your throat and landed back on your hip. Taking a deep breath in, swallowing before you say ''please... let me cum again.''

However you are met with a slap across your face. Your eyes fly open as he once again grabs your face. ''I've already had to tell you once, 'let me cum again', what?''

''Please let me cum again, sir'' you say, glaring at him as you do so. You didn't even mean to not use the title, you just forgot as you were more focused on wanting to cum.

''Fine, but this is the last time you're cumming tonight'' Boba groaned. He lifted your legs up a bit to wrap around his waist, pulling your bodies even closer. One hand resting on your waist as his fingers dug in again whilst his other thumb went back to running over your clit. Then he started the fast motions of his hips rocking back into yours.

You felt your pussy then tightens around him, ''g-gonna... really close'' you whimper.

His fingers push harder into your flesh, more bruises to deal with most likely. He starts doing little circles around your clit, your legs start to tighten around him, ''wait'' he orders. Your eyes start to fill with tears, you were right there. He just needed to say the words. You couldn't hold back much longer.

''Please sir'' you almost cry. It was almost getting too much.

He thrusts deep into you, then pulling back out before say ''cum'' as he fucks you hard. A loud moan escapes you as your eyes rolls back, pussy choking his cock as you cum hard around him. The tears run down your face, landing on the table beneath you. ''Such a good girl for me'' Boba praises as stops rubbing your clit, his hand joining your waist like the other.

Him holding your body tightly under him, fucking you hard and fast through your orgasm. Your legs begin to shake and tighten around him. ''Come on, just hold out a bit longer for me, princess. Let me fill this pretty pussy full of my cum, let me claim you.''

You let out a shaky breath, ''please'' is all you can mutter. You wanted him to cum in you so badly, but fuck you were tired and cummed out. You feel your body may give up if he carries on for much longer.

Boba just speeds up, you can feel his cock start to throb inside you, it somehow feeling thicker. He was trying to chase his own high, clearly close himself.

''Fill me with yo-your cum mister... bounty hunter'' you moan.

It was like something switched within him. His fingers dug even deeper into you, somehow, whilst his thrusts started to become messy. ''Fuck'' he moaned out before you felt your walls become covered in his warm cum. The thrusts slowed down, however his grip was still tight. You could feel him twitching inside you, getting every drop of cum out of him into you. 

Then you felt it, the excess cum already dripping out your pussy. How much did he cum? Feeling it run past your ass and either landing on the table or floor, you weren't even sure where your body was. Your legs slowly started to drop from Boba's waist, dangling off the table. You heard him let out a deep breath before he pulled out, his cock covered in both of your releases.

His hands let go of your hips, then your back arches again as two of his fingers enter your abused pussy, ''can't let any of this cum go to waste'' he groans as he shoves it deep inside you. You let out a broken moan, you were too tired for this now, you needed to rest.

Boba's visor connected with your eyes again, ''awe did I break my bounty?'' You decided to give in, you were satisfied with your little game, so you just nod. ''Good'' his smirk auditable through the helmet. Pulling his fingers out before he moved back from your body, ''stay there'' he ordered before you watched him disappear into the fresher. You did attempt to sit up but fuck your body was tired, so you just lay there as the sweat ran off your back onto the table.

When Boba returns he is holding the same small cloth he tends to use when you fuck on his ship. He stood between your legs as he gently cleaned your cunt. Your body did flinch due material being a little rough on your sensitive parts, but you just tried to stay still for him. He was always so caring when it came to this side, no matter how deep he was clearly into character, he still wanted to make you feel safe after.

Once all the cum was cleared he placed the cloth down on the table, then he gently helped you sit up. Your head swayed a little, but you were okay, just sore and tired. However the hissing sound of his helmet coming off woke you up. 

You meet his beautiful brown eyes and smile, ''hi.''

He cups your cheek as he chuckles back at you ''hi? I've been here the whole time.'' 

''I know, but I missed your face'' you reply as you rest your hands on his chest. ''Can't see what you're thinking behind that bucket.'' You lean your face closer, ''or do this'' before placing a soft kiss on his lips. He holds your face to his, just kissing each other softly and lovingly.

He pulls back enough to say ''did you enjoy all that though? I wasn't too rough or mean with you?''

You smile as you shake your head, ''no I really enjoyed it Boba.''

Another kiss is planted on your lips as he cradles your head, ''I'm glad. Now let's get you covered so we can get you into a proper bath at the Palace.''

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Boba Fett in the Star Wars Adventures: Boba Fett and the Ship of Fear.

[mando-din-lorian]

HELLO!

Okay, look look, I wanna write things but I don't wanna work on any of my bigger fics right now, because long plots, lots of work, yada yada yada.

But I wanna write SOMETHING, but I don't know what, so like, if anyone has any Mando prompts, BobaDin, DinCobb, PazDin etc... prompts, general Din Djarin & Grogu prompts, please do send them my way. I want to practice writing one-shorts and short fics (5,000 words tops) and everything in my folders is planned out as long fics.

Please help a starving writer out (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) I told myself I wouldn't go get food until I wrote at least 2,000 words but I need something to write.

Thank you

[nahoney22]

Since you opened requests I just had to grasp the opportunity. Instead of a trope or so, I wanted to send in something a little different. I have this sentence that had been sitting in my notes for a long time, and wonder if you could make something with it, if that is ok with you? "Marks and scars tell as much of a story as words do, sometimes even more so." As for the characters? Cobb Vanth x F! Reader and I will leave it to you if it is SFW of NSFW, I love all of it anyway.

I love me a bit of Cobb 🥹 enjoy my lovely friend @ladykatakuri

A Love We Never Got Over

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

Cobb Vanth X F!Reader

word count: 2.3k

You and Cobb go back, way back. On your return you hear about the standoff between him and the notorious Bounty Hunter. Sometimes, it’s never too late to give up on something once true.

warnings: mentions of blood and Cobbs wound, you and Cobb have a history, little angst and some fluff too for good measure. Safe for work mainly. A little suggestive if you squint.

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your wry smile answers his question.

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

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

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

Okay. Just breathe.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙���𐄙𐄁𐄙

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then his eyes opened.

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

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

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

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

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

“Look at me.”

And so you do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not mad at me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A mistake?”

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

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

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

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

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

“No. How could I?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I always will.” You replied.

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

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tags: @twistedstitcher27 @teletraan-meets-jarvis @jennamelinda12 @nunanuggets @andyoufollowyourheart @littlefeatherr @kaitou2417 @eyecandyeoz @captxin-rex @cwarssimp @jesseeka @ashotofspotchka @oohyesplease @megafrost4 @adriiibell @theroguesully @equalityforcats @rexandechosandwich @mustluvecho @inagalaxywickedfahaway @misogirl828 @ladykatakuri @sadspring @chxpsi @alexandrisonfire

[archangelsunited]

Father’s Grave/Lover’s Tomb

Only We Can Satisfy

[saphronethaleph]

Family Business

“Agh!” Han yelped, wincing at the sizzling sound from the heat elements, and tried really hard not to think about what was actually making the sound.

They weren’t torturing him for information. They hadn’t asked any questions. They were just torturing him.

Han may not have had much faith in the idea of the Force, but nothing else had pulled his blaster out of his hand, and that led to an unfortunate, terrifying idea.

They were torturing him to get to the Kid.

“Why – aah!” he said. “Why are you-”

The technicians raised the temperature, and Han arched his back as he tried not to scream.

If they were trying to interrogate him, he’d have broken by now. Given whatever information they wanted to hear. Lied if he had to, just to make the pain stop-

That idea flashed through into something else, something more complicated, something even more desperate, and Han bore the pain for another few seconds until there was a brief, fleeting respite.

“I’m the king of Corellia!” he said, blurting it out, then panted for a second. “I’m – the direct, male-line descendant of – of Berethron e Solo!”

He went briefly limp, then saw that the technicians were conferring amongst themselves.

Less than a minute later, a minute of blessed relief, Darth Vader strode in.

“Explain,” he said.

“It’s – it’s like I said, if you got told what I said,” Han replied. “I’m a Solo, the – ah – the Corellian royal family gave up their throne by turning the empire into a democracy, but, it’s not like we vanished.”

Vader examined Han with an intense regard, and Han tried to focus on how his cousin Thrackan Sal-Solo had always put on airs, how their family had been much richer than his, how they’d fallen on hard times-

-and Vader turned away.

“Return him to the cell,” the Emperor’s enforcer said, bluntly.

Han tried not to sag with relief.

“You said what?” Leia asked.

“It was the only thing I could think of,” Han admitted. “Leia, I – I was losing my mind, I had to think of something. I’ve got a surname that’s pretty common on Corellia, but it was the last card I had left to play. And… and at this point I’m just glad of the break.”

“You know they’re trying to bring Luke here, right?” Leia asked. “It’s a trap and we’re the bait. This was never about us.”

“Yeah, with Boba Fett standing next to Vader and wanting to take me to Jabba I’m pretty sure that part was about me,” Han replied, wincing. “But… I don’t know. Maybe he just decided that he’d done enough, with how I’d gone crazy, or… whatever it was.”

There was a minute or so of silence.

“Did you have to come up with the idea that you were a king?” Leia asked. “Is this a rank thing, Mr. Scoundrel?”

“It’s not like I could claim to be the Emperor’s kid or something,” Han shot back. “Though that would probably be worse.”

Leia shuddered, then closed her eyes.

“Let me tell you a secret,” she said. “I was adopted.”

“You were?” Han asked. “...how did that work?”

“I don’t know, I was never told,” Leia admitted. “I have… the vaguest memories of my birth mother. Just impressions. She was… kind, but sad. I only really realized who that had to be when my father told me that I wouldn’t show up as genetically his daughter.”

Han nodded, in a vaguely understanding sort of way.

“Who knows?” he asked. “Maybe we’re both full of surprises.”

If the torture had been enough to bring Luke to the rescue, they didn’t hear about it.

Han hoped that it hadn’t been. He knew the Kid was off to learn how to be a Jedi, and they’d all have a better chance of rescue if the Kid actually knew what he was doing. But he worried.

Then, four days after the torture session, stormtroopers took them both to one of the audience chambers in Cloud City. Lando was there as well, hovering nervously, and something about the expression on his old friend’s face told Han that – Lando had been placed in an impossible position.

How could he place an old friend’s liberty over the liberty of an entire city, all responsible to him?

...well, Han would have tried to avoid being in that situation in the first place, but something like that wasn’t always possible.

“So, what’s the occasion?” Han asked.

“I have done significant amounts of research,” Vader replied. “Examined Corellian records. Compared genetic samples.”

Han tried not to wince.

Vader’s expressionless mask turned slightly from Han, to Leia, and then back again.

“King Solo,” he said. “What are your intentions towards my daughter?”

Those words hung in the air for several seconds.

“...um,” Lando began, slowly. “I’m sorry, but… what did you just say? None of that made any sense.”

“That is not my concern,” Vader replied. “I will repeat myself. King Solo, what are your intentions towards my daughter? It would not do to make her my apprentice after having permanently separated her from a royal to whom she was attached. Speaking from experience, that really kriffs you up.”

His head tilted slightly. “I may be able to give her some advice.”

“...you mean… I’m your daughter!?” Leia asked.

Stopped.

Blinked.

“How exactly is that possible?” she demanded. “I was adopted, but – how did – that doesn’t make any sense?”

“You’re saying I actually am-” Han said, at about the same time, then stopped because there was no way he was going to push his luck at this point.

“Incidentally,” Vader went on, as if he hadn’t just dropped several bombshells at once. “While we wait for King Solo to answer the question, daughter, you should consider contacting your brother to inform him of the situation. I will no longer be engaging in torture to lure him here for obvious reasons, but other means may work better.”

Han processed that and felt like falling over backwards.

“Suddenly I’m starting to wish I hadn’t said anything,” he muttered. “Any chance we can get Threepio in here?”

He glanced at Vader. “You know. The golden droid. I’d kind of like to have someone around who’s more confused than me.”

“Threepio,” Vader repeated. “C-3P0? That… actually makes a great deal of sense, now that I think about it. Obi-Wan must have taken…”

He trailed off.

“Oh. R2 is with my son. I… may need to take that into account…”

Han determinedly ignored the last few sentences, in favour of trying to work out a way to say ‘I love her’ that he could face saying and that wouldn’t end up with Darth Vader taking any annoyance out on him.

[chiliger]

Commander Cody finds himself in a galaxy that is not his own.

(Okay I had to repost this because my dumb butt deleted the original 🥲. If people don’t mind reblogging this post again I would really appreciate it.)

Ficlet under the cut.

The moment he had realized this wasn’t his galaxy, his dimension, Cody knew this meeting was inevitable. He’d hoped to avoid it, but that feeling in his gut always loved to prove him otherwise.

Standing before him was his face. And no, not the face of a brother. This wasn’t just one of the millions he had grown up with.

This was him. He could feel it.

An alternate version of him, with colder eyes and harder expression. But still, he was Cody. Or rather, he was Kote.

Cody swallowed down a dry lump in his throat, not allowing his own gaze to falter under Kote’s scrutiny. “Please,” he started, hoping that his voice didn’t waver. “I’m not supposed to be here. The Jedi… Our brothers are in danger.”

“Your brothers,” Kote shot back, eyes narrowed. The way he spoke the words sent a chill down Cody’s spine, as though being a Vod was something beneath him. “Why should I care what happens to them?”

Cody’s thoughts froze for half a second, then he blinked hard and shook his head to push pass the shock. Never in a millions years would he dream of hearing a clone say anything along those words, much less from himself.

But this was a version of him. This was Kote Fett, and he was obviously raised under the guidance and views of the Prime. Cody briefly wondered if Boba existed in this dimension before forcing his thoughts back on track. He needed to convince Mand’alor Kote, somehow.

“Look,” he half whispered. “You don’t have to help me. I can find my own way back. You’ll never have to see me again.”

Kote slightly tilted his head, and with it, Cody felt a sharp spike of heat in his head. He gasped and dug his nails into his palms, strengthening his mental shields at the same time as throwing back a spike of his own, causing Kote to stagger one step back.

“Kote,” Prime chided from the side wall, unmoving. It was short and clipped, but his tone carried a low warning with it.

Cody bit back a groan, the sudden headache making him lose focus for a moment. He breathed roughly past the mental pain, instead concentrating on the feel of the cuffs holding his arms up, digging into the skin of his wrists. It was something physical. He could deal with physical.

Kote let out a grunt in acknowledgment, making a quick cut sign with his free hand, the other holding his helmet. He gazed back at Cody, a glint of intrigue now in his eyes. “Huh,” he breathed out.

Cody stared right back, blocking out whatever feelings were suddenly directed at him. “Just… just let me go.”

Kote’s brow furrowed, just enough for Cody to notice. He stepped closer, until they were less then an arm’s length away, face-to-face. His eyes rove over Cody’s face, and Cody could feel him prodding at his shields for a weak point. Cody built up another layer, shutting Kote out.

The Mand’alor blinked, a flash of surprise there and gone. His eyes suddenly grew cold. He spoke, and his voice was barely above a whisper. “Now why would I do that?”

[maybege]

Pleasure

Summary: You get dared by your old school friends to ask a stranger to play with your tits.

Pairing: dad’s friend!Boba Fett x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 4.1k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Modern AU, older man/younger woman, implied age gap, alcohol consumption, sex with strangers, coming untouched, semi-public intimacy, dom!Boba, sub!Reader, nipple play, dirty talk, little bit of humiliation, Reader is not described but it is mentioned that she does not wear a bra at some point

Alrighty, alrighty. Okay, alright. Are we ready? Like are we really, truly, ready for this? This is obviously set in the dad’s friend!Boba AU which is more of a sandbox AU for me to play in. This is their first meeting (obv) and it is based on another idea I had and I thought it would fit perfectly. Please do let me know what you think and if you like it and if so, what you liked and all that good stuff! Maybe I will write another part or another story set in this AU.

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A year ago, you had never thought you would drown your sorrows at a house party of a person whose name you did not even know in the town you had grown up in with people you had not seen since high school. But here you were, drowning out your disappointment, your sadness and your frustration by the way of loud techno beats and unnaturally coloured alcohol.

“All right,” Marissa passed the hot pink shots she had gotten to you and Chants, though her eyes did not leave yours, “You want a dare?”

For a second you regretted ever having asked her for a dare (“Something to liven up the party,” you had said half-jokingly after the conversation with your two oldest high school friends had come to an awkwardly silent end) but then you also remembered the fun time you had with them in your childhood bedroom, prank calling the neighbours before playing fuck marry killer with the seniors at school.

That was an eternity ago now but it had all seemed to light then. Your happiness did not have an expiration date then and the dream to make it out of your small town by the lake and into the big cities of the opposite coast had kept you company every night.

You hadn’t known yet that your dream would fail.

“Ask any random person here to play with your tits.”

Her voice pulled you out of your thoughts and your face must have shown your shock at the task because her pink-coloured lips (a perfect match to her equally pink hair) pulled up in a mischievous grin. Marissa always had been the joker of your group, you should have known better than to think that the years would have changed anything about that.

“Marissa!” Chants gasped, “You can’t do that!”

“Oh, calm down,” she waved him off, “It’s not like she has to do it. But we're in a house full of strangers and stars know it's been ages since you got laid” – you hated how right she was about that – “So let’s not pretend like I'm not doing you a favour.”

“I’ll do it,” you heard yourself say, steel in your voice as you threw back the sickly sweet drink. There was nothing worse than the artificial strawberry flavour.

“It’s not like I know anyone here anyway,” you stated, looking around the giant living room you were standing in. The villa (because there was no other word to describe the building you were in) was absolutely packed with what seemed to be the entire party population of your town and the few surrounding beach towns as well. It was all stark white walls and cement floors and floor-length windows and furniture that looked more like art than actually something to sit on. Only the colourful lights and (several) mirror balls hued the entire space in ever-changing colours.

No wonder whoever lived here threw all these parties. The place must seem pretty depressing otherwise.

With encouraging whoop whoop!s and You can do it!s you left Marissa and Chants behind and wandered through the dancing, yelling, drinking crowd that took up the entire ground floor. Until you spotted a figure leaning against one of the doorways to the stairway.

Your feet changed your course until you stood in front of him. He was older than you, though certainly not the oldest guest in attendance. (That would be Chants’ 94-year-old grandmother who had a reputation for attending the best raves in the province.)

But what struck you most was how unbothered he looked. How in control. He was dressed in dark pants and a black button-up, his sleeves were rolled up too, revealing strong veiny forearms that had your eyes lingering longer than they should have. He held a glass in his hand and when his eyes landed on you, making your way towards him, you imagined that his grip twitched just the slightest bit.  

“Hi,” you said when you finally stood in front of him.

The main raised his eyebrows, “You lost there?”

You pressed your shoulders back, “No. You are the one

His lips lifted in a smirk and it took our breath away for a moment, how handsome he was, and your courage faltered. But you

“My friend dared me to ask someone to play with my tits.”

If your words caught him off guard, the man did not show it.

“So?” he smiled before taking a sip from the amber liquid, “That wasn’t a question.”

Was he really going to make you say it? Your ears burned with shame and something else as you looked at him. But he simply cocked his head as if to say I am waiting. And you somehow found that this was not a man you wanted to leave waiting.

Taking a deep breath, you asked, “Will you play with my tits?”

“No,” he said easily and finished his drink, “Congratulations, your dare is fulfilled.”

He turned to leave and you surprised yourself when your hand landed on his thick arm. He froze, as did you, and when his eyes met yours, it felt like a switch flipped in your head.

“No, wait, I –“ you paused, “I actually want it.”

His body faced yours again and stars was he broad as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. Stars what are you doing, trying to convince a man to touch you.”

“Ask me again, then, little one,” he rumbled and the pet name had your belly fluttering. Though maybe it was not your belly, maybe it was something else …  

“Will you play with my tits, please?” you added the last word quietly, your pulse thrumming as you avoided his eyes. The bass reverberated in your chest and you tried to even out your breathing. This was fine. Everything was fine.

For the first time since you started talking, his eyes left your face and roamed down your body. Over your tight jeans and the loose but not quite opaque top you had chosen to wear. You found yourself wanting to impress him, wanting to please him and you were almost completely sure he would reject you again when he opened his mouth.

“You really want that?”

You nodded, too shy, too embarrassed to say anything more. It had been ages since you had been touched and something about the way he held himself made you feel like he knew how to touch you.

“Good,” he rumbled, his voice dropping even lower and causing a shiver of anticipation down your spine. You watched as he set his glass down on the side table, “But not here out in the open.”

“No,” you shook your head, agreeing with him, though you were a little scared to admit that you would have let him. You would have let him pull you into a corner somewhere and strip you down to nothing and do anything he wanted to you. You would have let him expose you however he saw fit.

Stars, I really need to get laid.

The man brought his hand around you, settling it on your lower back as he led you away from the improvised dance floor. There were throngs of people everywhere but they grew sparser the higher up the stairs he led you. Until you arrived in a hallway that was completely abandoned save for a couple that seemed too busy to make out to notice you. And then he continues, leading you around a corner and suddenly you were alone and the lights were dim and the music only a muted sound in the background.

“Do you live here?” you asked, nervously looking around. What if someone caught you?

“No,” he said, his voice calm as his hand landed on your hip, “but I know the owner. No one will disturb us here.”

You nodded and took another deep breath. That sounded good. That sounded safe.  

“Do you still want this?

It but you were grateful. You nodded, your heart racing. And your pussy too.

“I need to hear words, little one,” he said with a crooked smile, still not touching you save for the hand on your hip that seemed to burn through the layers of clothes.

“Yes, I still want this.”

“Want what?”

Oh, now he was just teasing you!

“I want you to play with my tits, please.”

Shame and arousal had your cheeks burning but it was worth it when he hummed, his hand inching under the hem of your shirt. “Good girl.”

Oh.

Oh, that was new. That was lovely. That was something that had your eyes flutter and your pussy get surprisingly wet.

“You liked that,” he grunted, “You like praise.”

It was not a question and so you did not answer. The wet patch in your panties that grew by the second was answer enough. Though you could not shake the feeling that he liked you liking praise. Which made it all the better.

“Lift your shirt for me,” he instructed, tongue running over his lips, “You wear a bra?”

You nodded, your hands trembling as you lifted the soft fabric of your favourite going-out blouse. It was black and just the lightest bit sheer and breezy which made it the perfect sexy thing to wear in the warmer temperatures. The air wasn’t cold – it was the height of summer after all – but your nipples pebbled, still, beneath the lace of your bra.

Big hands reached for your tits, cupping them in his palms before lightly squeezing. His touches were softer, first, before they grew firm and had you squirming against the wall. Your breath got quicker already as you thought about the fact that you did not even know this man and he had you half-naked in the corridor of another stranger’s home.

A year ago, you never would have done something like that.

“Wh-What are you doing?” you whined when he still only squeezed your tits, his fingers gently digging into the soft flesh, “Why aren’t you touching me?”

“You asked me to play with your tits,” he replied steadily, his thumb rubbing over the lace that covered your nipple, “That is exactly what I am doing. Playing with your pretty tits.”

“Don’t you want me to take off my shirt?” you asked, confusion clear in your voice as you tried to shift your hands over your shoulders.

“Nah, little one,” he shook his head, a smile on his lips that made your breath hitch, “You are going to hold up your shirt for me. You want me to play with your tits, you got to do something for that, right?”

You nodded, chest heaving as you leaned your head back against the wall. “Right.”

The older man continued his ministrations, gently massaging your tits, pushing and pulling, making them bounce, teasing your nipples through the lace with the pads of his thumbs or his blunt fingernails. You had never been this turned on in your life.

His finger teased under the scalloped edge of your bra, the touch of his bare skin on yours driving you insane.

When he finally pulled down the cups of your bra, baring you to his eyes, you could have wept from relief. “Arch your back for me,” he murmured, sounding so focused and so in control. You did, doing your best to get your chest closer to his hands.

There was no shame now, now apprehension about what you were doing. This man seemed to know exactly what he was doing and you could not help but trust him.

“You have beautiful tits, you know that?” he asked casually as his fingers rolled your nipples, sending little pangs of pleasure through your entire body, “When was the last time somebody properly paid attention to you, hm?”

Too long ago.

And that was what you told him but he pulled your nipples sharply, “Specifics,” he instructed you lowly as you tried to keep your knees from buckling at the sheer sensation this man caused in you.

“Few – few months,” you tried to think feverishly, “Se-seven months. No, nine months.”

“Nine months,” he tsked, his thumb flicking over your pebbled nipple, “What a shame. What a waste. You deserve to have

Not knowing what to say to that, you simply leant into his touch. He expertly rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger before pulling on it ever so slightly, making you whimper. The mix of gentle and rough had you dizzy and wet and you swore none of your eyes had ever made you feel this way.

Stars you did not even know you could feel this way.

“Can I use my mouth on you?” he asked.

Your eyes flew open and you looked at him in surprise. But the older man simply returned your gaze, never pausing in his ministrations and he seemed serious in his questions. He really wanted to touch you more.

 “Yes, please,” you nodded feebly, as if the way you were melting in his hands was not answer enough.

“Good girl,” he praised you again, a smirk on his face, “So polite.”

You squirmed, pressing your thighs together to get some sort of friction to your aching clit. He lowered his head to your chest, his warm breath washing over your skin and you whined, needing him more and more. But he did not let himself be rushed, no. His finger pulled on your nipple again until your whine turned into a gasp. Only then did he let you go and carefully closed his mouth around you. He sucked on you, ever so gently, with just a hint of teeth scraping over the sensitive flesh and you swore your vision went white for just a moment.

He must have noticed the way your entire body spasmed just for him because he pulled away, a glint in his eyes that told you he was far from done with you.

“I wonder if I can make you come just from this,” he murmured against your chest, “Just playing with you until your gorgeous pussy drips all on her own,” he lightly sucked on your nipple, “You want me to try?”

Speaking seemed like the last thing you would be capable of so you nodded, your heavy breaths echoing in the dark hallway.  

“Answer me with words, little one,” he admonished you, pinching your nipple tightly and another wave of wetness rushed down your legs. You wouldn’t be able to sit down anywhere today without leaving a wet patch, that was for sure.

“Yes,” you gasped out, “Please make me come.”

“With pleasure,” he grinned, “You just lean back and keep holding up your shirt for me, yeah? I will take care of the rest.”

And he did. He licked and sucked and pinched until you were a dripping, moaning mess. Your hips had a mind of their own as you started to move against him, trying to grind against the considerable bulge in his pants that had your mouth watering, but his hand was strong on your hip, pinning you back against the wall.

“You are going to come only from this,” he instructed darkly and you nodded. The yes sir almost slipping out of you. You felt like you were on cloud nine, floating above everyone and everything. The dim light, the loud bass that echoed throughout the house, hell, even the sound of partying people two stories below – it all added to the thrill of this stranger sucking on your tit while rolling your other nipple between his fingers.

It felt like you could not breathe, like your whole body was pulled taut with pleasure and he was the only one who could release you. Who could give you release.

“You are such a good girl for me,” he grunted in your ear, “I wish you could see yourself. Absolutely depraved right now. Presenting your tits for a man you don’t know anything about except that he is the one that is going to make you come.”

“I know you would have let me do this downstairs, too,” he added, “But here's the thing: I don’t share. And I don’t think any of these boys even deserve the sight of your pretty tits like this, now, do they?”

You shook your head. “Only you,” you mumbled feverishly, your fingers tightening their grip on the fabric, “Only you, sir.”

His groan was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. “That’s right,” he pressed a hard kiss against your neck, “Only I see you like this. Only I get to see how pretty you look when you come from this.”

For a moment, you debated telling him that you did not think you would come. That you were so turned on – more than ever before – and that what he did felt great but you were not sure if it would actually make you come. But then he bit down on your nipple and pulled the other one and your whole world reeled.

You came. You actually came.

And you did not stop coming for what felt like a solid two minutes. You were shaking, gasping, and at some point, you must have let go of your shirt because you were gripping his broad shoulders with all of your might as if they anchored you to gravity.

“Holy shit,” you brought out when you finally regained control of everything, “Holy fucking shit.”

The stranger had let go of your tits. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in for a hug. Strange enough, this felt way more intimate than what you had done before but you could not bring yourself to worry. Not when he smelled so good and the post-orgasm fatigue set in.

“Good fucking girl,” he praised you, his eyes soft and warm as he looked you over, “Are you feeling okay?”

You nodded weakly and he pressed a kiss to your cheek before pulling away. You were still completely out of breath and your pussy pulsed when you saw him adjusting himself in his slacks. You wanted to touch him.

You wanted to be touched by him.

But you were scared, too. Shocked, mostly. At what you had just done. Had you really let a stranger just make you come in a house full of people?

“Let's get you some water,” he murmured as he helped you straighten out your clothes, “And then off to your friends you go.”

You nodded numbly, legs shaking and still unsteady on your feet. But he helped you, one hand on your lower back and the other supporting your arm as you made your way down the stairs. The louder the music got, the more you felt like you had just returned to reality from some sort of dream. Some perfect, delicious, very hot dream.

Returning to the living room turned dance floor, neither of you spoke and you simply accepted the glass of cool water he got you. “Drink it,” he instructed you softly, “And make sure you get home safe tonight.”

When you found Marissa and Chants again, you were still torn between pure shock at what you had just done and grief at not having asked him for his name.

*

Your nipples were sore the next day but you still would have done anything to have that man play with you again. Maybe you could have asked him to spend the night at his place, letting him fuck you seven ways ‘till Sunday. If he had made you come this hard just from playing with your chest, you wanted to find out what he could do if he had you all to himself for a whole night.

Still, you stayed in bed until well past noon, trying to avoid the reality that had seemed to be suspended for just a moment last night.  

It was unlike you and, to be honest, you were a little scared of your forwardness. Of your courage. But it had been rewarded in the best ways and finally, it felt like maybe you really could start fresh. Like maybe this was the moment you needed to gain back the trust in yourself.

You could do things!

You did not have to have everything figured out right now, you just needed the courage to somehow move forward.

And if you could ask a stranger for intimacy at a party, then moving forward seemed like no effort at all.

You skipped a bra, not wanting to subject your chest to more sensation than necessary, and instead opted for a long flowy summer dress and a light cardigan over top. It would give you some coverage, still, so it would not be awkward for your sister’s fiancée to face you.

Looking in the mirror, you felt like your new self. Like maybe you had needed yesterday to get back some of your courage, some of the spirit that had made the past year so fun before everything had just crumbled around you.

“Oh honey, there you are,” your mother greeted you as you came down the stairs, “You came home late last night. Was it a good party, then?”

You knew she was worried and you knew she tried her best to give you the privacy you needed. After all, you weren’t a child anymore. You were a grown woman who had to move back to her parents across the country after losing her job. It was an unfamiliar situation for you all and you appreciated her effort at making you feel like a roommate more than a child.

“It was,” you replied, grabbing a slice of fruit, “It was nice seeing some people from school again. It is like nothing changed.”

“Oh, you and your change,” she tutted good-naturedly, swatting your hand away as you reached for another slice of orange, “That’s for after lunch. It's almost ready.”

You glanced at the clock. “That’s early.”

“Your father has some friends over,” she explained, “From work. They’re going golfing this afternoon so I thought that is the perfect opportunity for an early lunch.”

Thank the stars for your father and his friends because you were starving.

“Go and say hi, honey,” she shooed you out of the kitchen and you smiled, your bare feet hitting the cold tiles of the hallway, “And you can tell them to set the table.”

You found your dad and his friends on the patio, soaking up the warm summer air.

“There you are, hon,” he greeted you with a smile and you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Hi, dad. Mom says lunch’s almost ready.”

“Ah,” he slapped his palms on his thighs before standing up, “You know what that means, boys! Time to set the table.”

One of your dad’s friends stood up. George, you remembered. He had lived down the street ever since you could remember and his kids were good friends with your sister. “It's been ages,” he said, a genuine smile on his face. “Look at how you’ve grown!”

You were pretty sure you hadn’t changed that much since graduating college but you were not about to correct him. He meant well, you knew.  

Your father paused, “Oh I am sorry. Everyone, this is my eldest daughter, fresh back from the other end of the world.”

You rolled your eyes. “Not the end of the world,” you corrected him gently, “Just the other side of the country.”

And what wouldn’t you give to be back there right now.

The men all chuckled and you paused when you heard a familiar voice. You ran your eyes over the mostly familiar faces, faces you had known since childhood or at least from the pictures your parents posted regularly on Facebook. Faintly you could hear your dad introduce them all again – George from accounting, of course, then there was Paul and Obi-Wan and James (an absolute perv as you and your sister had determined years ago) and not to forget Bail Organa.

But it was the newest face, the face that was supposed to be unfamiliar, that made your heart freeze for a scary few seconds before it started racing so fast you thought you might throw up.

“Boba Fett,” he said, holding out an all too familiar hand. A hand that had spent considerable time playing with your tits just last night.

“Boba is the CFO after the merger,” your dad introduced the man, “Recently moved here from – where was it again, Boba?”

“Tatooine,” he replied without taking his eyes off you.

“Pleasure to meet you,” you heard yourself say, his hand closing around yours. His grip was gentle but firm. And warm. You could feel the callouses on his fingertips, the ones that had made him playing with you so fucking delicious. Your nipples hardened under the soft fabric of your dress and you prayed that he did not notice.

“Believe me,” he smiled, though his eyes said so much more than the usual pleasantries when they fell to your chest for a fraction of a second, “The pleasure is all mine.”

[writerlyhabits]

Hello, may I request a one-shot of the Mandalorian x Reader who somehow gets frozen in Carbonite during a fight, then wakes up blind with the Carbonite sickness? I'm a sucker for that kind of hurt/comfort stuff :)

Listen, I lost my creative juices halfway through this, and didn’t get them back for quite a while… 😬 So I’m sorry that this has taken so long, or if it’s not really all that good, but I’m kind of happy to just throw it into the abyss and let you guys have it 😂😂

Thanks @deceiverofgodss for suffering through this with me, ily 💛

Pairing: Din Djarin x female reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: hurt/comfort 💛, carbonite sickness, temporary blindness, brief mention of canon-level violence, sweet loving soft amazing Din, the helmet comes off 👀, Grogu is heartbreakingly adorable, I think that’s it? 

At first, all you could feel was cold. Biting and endless, you couldn’t decipher any other feeling than the all-consuming cold seeping from your bones. 

Then there was a warmth… was it warm? It was certainly warmer than the hell you’d been in, that had to count for something. A firm grip held you close, cradling you into their chest as you laid sprawled against their lap on the ground. As the feeling in your body gradually came back – or maybe your brain was just starting to thaw out – you recognized the warmer surface that was pressed against you in so many places. 

Beskar. 

The next thing to hit you was the smell of leather and fire, a smell you were no stranger to. The smoke that rose off of weapons you handled in your day-to-day life, and the buttery smoothness of well-worn leather gloves that were smoothing over your cheeks, filling your nostrils with the familiar scent. Gloves you’d felt caress your skin countless times before. 

It started quiet, the muffled sounds of the world around you. A deep voice was speaking, accompanied by soft footsteps making quiet clangs against the metal flooring beneath you. How many people were here? Where were you? 

You felt your brows furrowing as you tried to focus on the sounds filtering through your ears, and you gave an experimental tilt of your head to see what kind of motion you could pull off. It was very slight, but it was movement. It was probably only noticeable to whoever was holding you if they were paying very close attention.

“Mesh’la? Can you hear me?” You made out, the voice above you laced with concern and panic. 

Din. 

You opened your eyes slowly to let whatever light beyond your eyelids filter in slowly, allowing your body to take the recovery process one step at a time. 

But the light never came. 

Maybe your eyes weren’t open?

“I told you she’d be alright, Djarin,” you heard in a thick accent from a few steps away. “She’s a fighter.” That gruff voice was Boba’s for sure, but you still had no way of confirming what you were hearing. Were your eyes just… adjusting? 

“Make yourself useful and figure out how to get more light in here, she can’t see anything,” Fennec’s unmistakeable lilt snarked, and with an amused grunt fading away with matching footsteps, you knew she’d thrown her jab at Boba. Yes, more light. That’s all you needed, everything was going to be alright. 

“Talk to me, how do you feel?” Din said above you, and you realized you hadn’t acknowledged him in your confusion. You made an effort to use your vocal cords, a few experimental groans coming out before you could manage any words. 

“I feel… tired.” You heard a quiet, shaky laugh come out from under Din’s helmet, and it didn’t take much longer before you felt the familiar Beskar of his helmet on your forehead. You steadily lifted one of your arms to reach for him, your body still coming back to temperature, and he met you halfway. If your eyes weren’t already closed, they were now as you savored the feeling of his hand in yours, how irrationally warm it made you feel to have Din wrapped so tightly around you. 

You heard Fett’s distant sound of triumph and a sputtering of electrical devices in the room around you. When Din slowly lifted his helmet, you attempted to open your eyes one more time. 

“There she is,” Fennec sighed, and your stomach flipped. “How’s the light, is that a little bit better?” She asked gently. 

You still couldn’t see anything. 

“Mesh’la… what’s wrong?” Din’s voice was quiet, smooth. Like he was trying to keep himself calm in order to comfort you. “Hey, look at me, I’m right here.” Your heart jumped to your throat, your head beginning to spin when you thought about how impossible such a simple task sounded when all you could see was black. 

“I… I can’t,” you whispered, unable to stop the quiver as you finished speaking, the panic starting to set in. You didn’t know where you were trying to go but your body went into overdrive, legs scrambling for some kind of leverage to sit yourself up. Before you could go far, Din’s hand squeezed yours a little tighter, the arm wrapped around you firm as he pulled you into a sitting position while keeping you curled up against his chest. 

“You can’t what?” Din’s voice was too calm, it was unsettling. Usually knowing that he was able to keep his calm in a less-than-ideal situation would be comforting to you, encouraging you to do so yourself and realize that you were okay. But it had never been this bad before. He wasn’t going through what you were. It was easy for him to find his calm, he could still see. 

“The bounty… what happened? What did he do to me?” You settled for, working yourself up as your brain reeled for an answer, an explanation, any morsel of a solution. 

“Easy princess,” Boba said from across the room. “Take it one step at a time, comin’ outta Carbonite isn’t as easy as taking a clam from a Gungan.” 

Carbonite… you could vaguely piece together a memory of fighting. Some slimy bounty you and Din had picked up as a side job on your way to Tatooine to visit with your friends in Mos Espa. What was supposed to be a standard grab-and-go mission had turned complicated fast. 

“You held your own,” Din’s voice said above you, no doubt watching you try to remember. “He caught us by surprise and managed to kick you back into a carbonite freezer. There was no way you could’ve seen him coming.” 

As he said it, the memories came back to you. Stalking around a dark warehouse beside your Mandalorian, lights scanning for any sign of movement. You’d heard a clang come from beside you, and before you could alert your partner that you were going to check it out, you’d been knocked against a metal container. You were able to process hissing sounds as your head stopped spinning, and as you shouted back out to Din, you watched him tearing to get to you before everything went cold. 

“How… how long was I in there?” you tried quietly. 

“A few hours at the most,” Fennec answered. “Mando reached out to us pretty quickly, and as Daimyo of Mos Espa, getting clearance wasn’t an issue. When we got there, Djarin was rooted to the spot next to you with a dead Trandoshan not too far off.” 

“We thought it’d be best if we defrosted you here at the palace,” Boba chimed in. “Give you time to acclimate without rushing you outta there.” Then there was a familiar gurgle, small noises that went directly to your heart. “And give the little one a chance to run around.” 

“But he’s been too worried about you to go anywhere,” Din reasoned softly. It was hard to tell if your eyes were still open, but you could feel the tears coming nonetheless at the thought of Grogu waiting patiently beside you. 

“Can I..” You wanted to ask if you could see him, but that seemed like a redundant question. “Where is he?” You heard the hesitant thump of Boba’s boots against the metal floor as he approached you. 

“Hold out your hands, mesh’la,” Din urged, releasing your hand while keeping you close. You did as he said, and before you could ask why, you felt a familiar weight being set in your arms. 

There were little hands on your cheeks and Grogu’s familiar gurgle of attempted words that were usually matched with his little toothy grin… What little restraint you had was shattered, and you felt the tears welling up in your eyes, and start to roll down your cheeks where they collided with your foundling’s fingers. Din pulled you closer as you cried, and you curled into him with Grogu in tow. 

“Why can’t I see, Din?” you whispered, and you heard how broken your voice sounded. It at least matched the way you felt; broken. 

“Carbonite takes its toll,” Boba started, and you felt Din’s body make a small, quick movement. You could only guess that he’d snapped his head up at the daimyo’s dramatic choice of words. “I just mean that there are usually side effects… but I’ve seen people come outta carbonite after weeks and turn out just fine.” 

“So… how long will it take me to get my vision back?” you choked, trying to put a stop to the stream of emotions that continued falling as you listened around you. Din’s leather-clad hands rubbing soothing patterns into your back was definitely helping on that front. “If I get it back.” 

“Don’t say that,” your Mandalorian’s firm voice countered. “You weren’t in there long. Your body will recover.” 

“He’s right,” Fennec piped up. Not being able to see where your party stood in the room was proving to be a strange sensation, figuring out where the speaker was in the room proving to be its own mental sport. “Unfortunately, there’s no way to tell when it will wear off. Carbonite affects everyone differently, so we could be waiting a few hours, a few days, a few weeks... It depends on how your body reacts.” 

There was a heavy silence in the room as Fennec’s words settled, forcing you to come to terms with the reality of the situation, and how little you could plan around it. 

Din, surprisingly, was the first to break the silence. 

“I’ll be here by your side each step of the way,” he started, his serious tone reassuring, backing up the weight of his promise.

Unsurprisingly, Din kept his word. 

In the days that followed, Din was with you every moment possible. He was there to help you up in the mornings, tender touches and slow movements in the private quarters your clan of three took up in the palace. His hands rarely left you as he helped you maneuver around the space, and had endless amounts of patience as you worked together to get through the day. 

Grogu definitely took a little bit to adjust. He was used to you picking him up and smothering him in affection too many times throughout the day to count. Now you often felt him at your feet, making soft sounds as he asked for you to lift him up. But when he started to understand that you couldn’t see him, his response broke your heart. 

Each morning Din would put Grogu in your arms, and without fail, those little hands would find your cheeks right before you would feel a strange sensation course through your body… He was trying to use his powers to heal you, much like you had seen him do with Din in the past. You wouldn’t let him do it for so long that he would tire himself out, but the two of you entertained his efforts – at the very least to make him feel better, but also to see if it would even work. 

In staying by your side, Din took to showering with you, too. Trying to convince him you could handle it was followed immediately by fumbling with the soaps until they clattered to the floor, and Din was knocking on the fresher door in moments. It was kind of amusing, at first, when he would step in behind you and you could hear the clang of the water against his helmet. 

Amidst the confusion and the disorientation of your lack of sight, the silver lining had been the day Din fully realized how much he could get away with when you couldn’t see him. Your entire relationship you kept your eyes shut tight – or left the room altogether – when Din removed his helmet, honoring his creed. But now he could go without it whenever he so chose… as long as it was in the confines of your room. 

Waking up to his soft kisses had been a warm welcome, one that was met with his enthusiastic affection scattered across your face. “We should do this more often,” he sighed, making you laugh against him as he kissed your cheek, the scratch of his facial fair tickling your skin. 

You grew accustomed to roaming your hands around his body so you could navigate to his soft curls, combing through his hair and massaging his scalp with your nails. You mapped the planes of his face with your lips, traced his pouted ones with your fingertips… and by the Maker, you were basking in the sound of his voice without the vocoder filtering it through his helmet. You could hear his smile when he spoke, could hear even the smallest huff of amusement his helmet usually kept from being audible, and his comforting tone wrapped you in a warmth you wanted to stay in forever. 

…

“Mesh’la,” you heard as you slowly came into consciousness. You gave Din a sleepy smile as he peppered kisses over your cheeks, the scratch of his mustache tickling your skin. “Someone’s here to see you early this morning,” he whispered, and you felt his side of the bed shift as he sat up. You kept your eyes closed through the whole process, like you did every morning, wanting to soak up the softness of your little family for just a little bit longer before facing the disappointment of not being able to see anything. 

In the last week, there was… some improvement. You knew you should be grateful for any steps forward your condition was taking, even if they were slim, but after the first few days, it just became exhausting. You could make out the vague shapes of the figures around you, and you could tell the difference between light and dark, but that was about it. Din had been ecstatic when you reached out for him that first morning, his excitement growing each time you turned towards him as he leaned in to give you a kiss. 

You just wanted to see again. 

When Din’s weight returned to the bed – your eyes still closed – he brought with him a familiar bundle that was set directly on your stomach. Grogu didn’t wait for your hands to find him before he was crawling clumsily up your body, and you shared in Din's laughter as you each gave him a hand to help him to his destination. 

“Well good morning to you too, little one,” you smiled, pleasantly surprised by your foundling’s newfound eagerness to get started with the day. “You must be hungry if you’re wanting to get this over with so quickly.” There was only a babble in response as he situated himself on your chest, and you could just imagine him reaching his little hands out to make it to your cheeks without losing his balance.

Din grunted as he shifted, this time getting up off of the bed, no doubt to go tend to make Grogu something to eat before it got past the point of no return. And yet, when his little hands finally reached you, there was no urgency. With your eyes still closed, you focused closely on the feeling that began spreading through your body, breathing deeply when the familiar feeling of weightlessness his powers brought you relaxed your muscles. 

The soft clanking of dishes from the living area of your room in the palace brought you back to the present, which meant that it was time to start moving through your day, and giving Grogu a chance to rest after using his powers once again. You opened your eyes as you sat up, hoisting Grogu up with you and returning the little smile that spread across his cheeks…

His smile. You could see it. 

You could see.

“Hi baby,” you whispered, your throat suddenly feeling very constricted as you took in the sight of your foundling. His big, dark eyes bore into you as his ears perked up at the attention he hadn’t seen from you in so long. He gurgled happily as he used his grip on your cheeks to encourage you to lean forward, pressing his little forehead against yours. 

You heard Din’s broken voice say your name, speaking softly as if he was scared to break whatever trance he was in. Without thinking, you lifted your head from Grogu’s and turned to look in his direction, and for a moment you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. 

Din stood frozen in place when he met your gaze, his warm brown eyes speaking a thousand words that would never pass his lips. His dark curls that you had felt so many times sat in a mess atop his head, matching the scruff and facial hair that decorated his golden skin. The prominent nose you had felt was more handsome than you could have ever imagined, the pouty pink lips you had traced time and time again as inviting as ever. 

You had imagined this moment a thousand times, thought of every possible situation or turn of events that might ever lead to seeing your Mandalorian without his helmet. Your worst fear was that it would be an accident – like it was now – and that his expression turning into disappointment, anger, or something worse that would mean he wanted nothing more to do with you. 

But the face looking back at you had nothing but anticipation and adoration written across his striking features. 

“Mesh’la…” you whispered, trying the Mando’a endearment on your tongue. The corners of his lips began to turn up in a tentative smile, and the sight you had just gotten back started to blur with the water flooding your eyes. “Beautiful… Din, you’re beautiful,” you sobbed. The last thing you saw was Din rushing to your side, quick to wrap his arms around you and kiss the top of your head as you closed your eyes once more, letting the happy tears flow freely across your cheeks. 

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[saradika]

— JUST A TASTE

[bleed for me masterlist] | [fic preview]

vampire!boba fett x f!reader

rated e - 8k

tags: vampire!au, blood/blood drinking, vampirism, longing and pining, biting, masturbation, chosen mates (instead of fated mates), teasing, fingering, brief edging, mind-meld, implied aphrodisiacs, piv, marking

a/n: I thought it would be fun to write a halloween one-shot for Boba, in the same world as bleed for me. This is with a different Reader, so there are some references to the series, but you don't have to read to enjoy!

When Fennec Shand appears in town with her new red eyes, everyone knows it’s only a matter of time before the Daimyo will be seeking a new Companion.

Luckily, you think you know just how to make sure he picks you.

Heat still lingers in your neck, your cheeks, as you slip from your tiny cottage to rush to the town square.

Cursing yourself for almost being late to the ceremony - a long table already in place within the old tavern, moved to the middle of the room. The old wood and stone ceiling blocking out the setting sun, making it safe.

He’s there. Your eyes find him right away - all that green against the shades of brown and grey.

The Daimyo.

Positioned at the head of the table, that helmet fixed in place. Looking like a ruler with the way he sits - so strong and straight-backed in the velvet chair, brought out just for him. It sends a shiver up your spine as you slip to the back, to give your own offering.

A small goblet, brought from home. The carvings in the wood smooth, burnished from the press of your fingers over the years. Curving petals worn down at the edges - traced over with your thumb, again and again.

It’s dull, next to all the gold and glass. The candles glinting off the gifts that line the long table - an ache still throbbing in the crook of your elbow, as yours joins the flight of others.

It's warm, in the tavern. Fuller than you've ever seen - bodies packed together. Your back presses against the thick wooden wall, standing on tip-toe to see over the pair in front of you.

Wanting to watch when that helmet lifts.

The tanned skin beneath, those red eyes that flicker in the candlelight. It's a rarity to see him this bare. Something precious that you tuck away, as your eyes rove over every detail.

You think he must be starving, from the dark shadows under his eyes. You can count back two months as to when Lady Shand had stopped walking through the marketplace in the day. Appearing again in her oil-blackened armor - a new, deadly quiet about her.

Everyone had known she would turn.

It had only been a matter of time.

Secrets were hard to keep, in a town as small as this.

You still had some. Others had theirs. Most you did not care about, but when it came to the coven of vampires, in their looming castle at the top of the tall hill - it had always been a fascination.

How beautiful - how benevolent - they are.

A hush settles over the crowd, as the first cup is lifted. Restraint shown in the tip of the glass, the single bobbing swallow of his throat as he drinks.

He could gorge. He could swallow every drop, but there's a carefulness in the way he moves.

Continuing the old tradition of the town - one that the Mand'alor had not followed. But after hearing of his searching - the path that had been so set for him - none of you could begrudge his choice.

The first goblet is placed back down.

His methods are unknown - he had arrived at the castle with Lady Shand by his side, already his Companion.

Would taste from each one?

Or stop, if one is pleasing to him?

Your odds are not in your favor, with the amount of offerings. Nothing stands out about your goblet - you had no gold, no bronze. Only an heirloom and yourself.

Fifth from the end, of a line of people who all had their own reasons to want to uproot their lives. Fortune. Pleasure. Running to something, or running from.

But did any of them see him for who he was? Like you did?

You don’t really care that he was a Daimyo, not really.

He could be anyone - a lesser lord. A commoner, like yourself.

Your wishes would stay the same.

It was what he had done, that had made Boba Fett a fixture in your mind.

To him, perhaps it had been a small thing.

Not worth remembering, in the life of someone who has lived for so long, with such experiences. Barely a blip, compared to the stories you'd heard.

Bounty Hunting and Rancors and Sarlaacs.

But to you, it had meant everything.

He had saved you.

Not in such a way as the Mand'alor had done for his Queen. That sort of saving would be written in song or word, someday, with the way the story was whispered in the streets.

There had been no witches, no fated meetings. No burned towns for Lord Fett to pull you from, to whisk you away to safety. No enemies torn apart, in revenge.

But it had been no less chivalrous.

It had been early in the day, and luckily so. Mid-morning and he would not have been out, not with what he was.

A few weeks into Spring, when your little stall in the market should have been blooming with your home-grown flowers, baskets of vegetables from your leased garden.

A late frost and a family of hungry rabbits had you far behind. On goods to sell and your payment for your use of the space. The few coins you had from the week before clutched in your fist as Lord Gorian Shard had loomed over you, demanding more than what you could spare.

Cutting down your promises to pay him back, if you could just have another week - a day, even. Deaf to your pleas.

You knew what you owed, but it hadn't been fair. Everyone knew he charged far too much for his stalls. But you had been desperate then, almost as much as you had been now.

A shadow had loomed, as every last silver and copper had been shaken from your coin purse. Tucked away into deep pockets, the pitiful amount added to what he already carried.

"Is there an issue here, Shard?"

The voice had cut through the morning haze was one you thought of often, the low timber. Slicing, like a knife.

You're sure you looked pathetic. Shard's hand gripping your forearm, pinching. The half-filled stall, the dust covering your tunic - swiped across your forehead from the back of your hand, while setting up.

But, the grip had loosened. And for the first time, the Merchant had lost some of his aloof, elitist air. A flash of worry crossing his features, as a Mandalorian had approached from the shadows.

His face had been covered, since dawn had broken - but there had been no mistaking him.

Boba Fett.

"No issue, my lord." Gorian Shard had smiled, his voice changing from the sharp tone he had used with you, "Just business, I assure you. Far too small for someone as busy as yourself, I'm sure."

There was a rough buzz from the helmet, the sound of a hum.

"How much more is owed?"

It became clear he had been listening. You hadn't looked to the shadows, and your heart had sunk. Embarrassment creeping around you, tightening like vines around your ribs.

“Fifty more gold." Shard had sniffed, making a show of checking his pockets.

Another hum, "A little early to be collecting payments, isn't? The quarter isn't for another month."

Shard had frowned, "I collect monthly, thank you."

Silence lingered then, for a moment too long. That worn green helmet flicked you way - your eyes only able to hold it for a moment, before they dropped. Examining the worn toes of your boots, wondering what he must think of you.

"Give us a moment."

You had thought he meant you - getting ready to step away, to give them some space.

Not expecting the helmet to snap towards the Merchant, as another order was growled out, "Did you not hear me, Shard?"

He had been too happy to oblige, quickly finding another debtor three stalls over.

You had also not expected the soft pouch of leather to be held out, pressed into your hands from Lord Fett's own belt.

Far heavier than your own, and you had immediately found the strength to meet his gaze again - to hand the gift back.

"I can't accept this." You had protested, "It is far too much, I can't pay this back."

He had considered you, for a long moment. You had wished you could see his face - your own reflected back at you. Pinched and worried and tired.

Pivoting gracefully, as he turned to look at your stall, "If you will not accept my help, then I wish to purchase your stock. Everything you have."

It's an out, for you. Another gift, a way to accept with what little dignity you had left intact.

Even if you were both aware that he had no use for your ware. That vampires did not dine on the food of humans. That the kitchens within the castle were already stocked with the finest goods available.

The gold had been offered, again. His voice low - almost gentle.

"Please do me this honor, my lady."

This bit of kindness, his voice, his honorifics - as if your presence had meant something, as if he truly considered this a favor to him - had stunned you. Enough that you had allowed him to press the pouch into your hand.

Enough that you had allowed the woman that had stepped to his side to pack up the flowers, the vegetables. Every single piece until your stall was as empty as it was, when you had arrived that morning.

Shard had watched, with narrowed eyes.

But - your debt had been paid. This month, and then the next. And then the next.

You began to look forward to his visits. Not for the gold, of course, but for him. The snippets of conversation - the solemn way he checked on you, the low timbre of his voice.

“Have you been treated well?”

“Is this enough?”

You’re sure you had looked foolish. Ankles crossing as you leaned across the booth. Trying to hide your smile but failing, as you protested. A game, you had played.

Always the same questions, the same answers.

“I can’t stop you from buying my wares… but I don’t want a copper more, my Lord.”

His fingers tapping twice on the wooden stall, before his reply.

“As you wish.”

Boba's kindness had changed your life.

The coin used to buy better seeds. Your little, rented home slowly filling out with warm bedding and good food and sturdy clothes - things you had always scrambled to find. Luxuries, before now.

And for a while, you had entertained the thought of leaving town. Saving up every gold piece, starting a new life.

You almost had enough.

But that had been before Lady Shand had turned. Before the rumors had spread that Boba Fett would be seeking a new Companion.

Your heart had twisted, with the news.

Jealousy. Longing.

It could be you.

He had become a fixture in your mind. Your evenings filled with daydreams. Keeping you company as you worked, dirt caking under your fingernails, as you imagined another life.

You could pay him back, in a ways. Show him how grateful you were, offering your blood - yourself - in exchange. You never would have dared hope before but this… this was worth trying, wasn’t it?

So, you did something risky.

Hoping it would pay off.

Hoping that perhaps… your feelings were not so singular.

It feels like you're holding your breath, as Boba moves down the table. Those cups handed over so carefully. That same, single taste from each one.

There's a tick of his jaw, at some. A pink peek of tongue dragging over a lower lip. No tells in his expression, no indication on where his mind leads.

And then, finally - he's at yours.

The wooden goblet hefted in his hand, his thumb brushing unconsciously over the etchings, like yours always did. Your fingernails biting into your palms, your heart pounding in your ears, an ache settling low in your belly - much like the one before, as you had been preparing.

And with the tip of a hand, he drinks.

The goblet lowers, as he swallows. A waver of his hand, as makes to set it back down to rejoin the others.

But then.... he pauses.

A lift of his brow, a slow tilt back - as he indulges in a second.

Before his eyes are sweeping across the room. Halting, when they find yours. The smallest lift of his lips, with his look of knowing.

Your cheeks burn, as he chooses you.

Everything happens so quickly.

Before you know it, you’re hoisted into a horse - whisked off to the castle that looms at the top of the hill. A promise to bring your things to you, though you’re sure it would take less than a wagonful.

Barely able to glance down the long halls, the ornate, stained glass windows, before there’s a hand at your elbow, guiding you.

A woman, younger than you. Quelling some of the unease at being in a new place with her gentle tone, as she takes you deep into the castle - up a wide stone staircase, through an ornate wooden door, and into a room.

It doesn’t appear to be his room, and you don’t know if you’re relieved or disappointed.

Bathed in shades of green and red and gold. Dark velvet curtains against the closed windows, blocking out the last rays of the sun.

Your guide parts from you here, a murmur that the ceremony will begin at sundown - that she will be back then to help you get ready.

Leaving you on your own to explore the space, until then.

A tall bed takes up the middle of the back wall, the frame a dark, carved wood. Thick blankets in tones of ivory and a rich forest green, lit candles on the wooden tables on either side.

There’s long wardrobe against the wall, the mirror glinting in the light. A ceramic vase painted with swirls of copper, roses and wildflowers spilling over the brim.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that some of the flowers almost looked familiar.

A door is half-opened to the left, next to the fireplace, the velvet chaise sitting in front of it. Already a thought lingers about how cozy the space will be in the winter, as you pad over to glance into the next room.

It’s all ceramic tile inside, opening up to a bathroom, The claw-foot copper tub filling with steaming water, and you long to slip into it, to wash the morning’s dirt from your knees.

And so, you do.

Your stripped clothes lie in a pile on the floor. A pleased hiss as you step into the water, the temperature tipping towards too hot. Sinking deep, up to your chin, as your head tips back against the rim.

It gives you time to think, as you all but float in the water.

Giddy, at the replay of the afternoon. That it had worked.

The way he had gone back, an indulgence. He had liked it - the taste of you - and that thought was thrilling.

A warmth settling in your bones, that had nothing to do with the water.

Picking apart the look in his eyes, where you felt certain he had been searching for you. It leaves you confident that your feelings had not changed.

The water is cold and you’re scrubbed clean by the time you leave. Lotions found on the countertop smoothed into your skin, the tired joints of your knuckles.

Fingers trace over the rack of robes you find next to the door. Soft silks and thick cotton and gauzy, see-through chiffon. Your cheeks burn at the thought, as you pull one out to hold it against you.

Imaging the red fabric against your skin. How little of you it would hide, in spite of it swishing around your ankles.

Eventually, you settle on something between the two - modest enough that you won’t be embarrassed to see your guide again.

Intentionally choosing something that reminds you of him - shades of green with thin, gold trim. The tie knotted carefully around your waist, skimming your thighs. The sleeves gathered at your forearms, the silky feeling luxurious against your scrubbed skin.

By the time you make it back to the bedroom, the edges around the curtains are dark - the sun long set. The blankets soft - the mattress dipping as you sit down on the edge, still taking in the room.

A knock comes, soon after. The gentle rapping of knuckles against the door - heavy as you pull it open.

Something flipping low in your belly, when you see your visitor.

Not the pleasant girl, who had chattered as she guided you up the steps. Smiling, as she bid you farewell.

It’s him.

Boba lingers outside your door, so unlike you’ve ever seen before. Clothed in black robes, his Beskar chest plate fitted on top. Your eyes follow down, seeing gloves and gauntlets, but no helmet - before you realize you’re staring. Your gaze quickly snapping up to his, already caught.

There’s a twitch of his lips. His own eyes wandering, though you missed them in your own exploration.

His voice low, amused as he asks, “May I come in?”

Heat licks at your skin as you nod - nerves skittering down your spine, at this unexpected development. Stepping back to allow him inside.

Ending up at the end of the bed again, your palms pressing into the bedspread to keep you from fidgeting.

“Is this room to your liking?” Boba asks, conversationally.

So casually, so pleasantly, that you’re frowning. Confused at his appearance. Assuming that he had come to feed - that he’d grown tired of waiting, his patience now thin.

“It’s beautiful,” You answer, honestly. Far finer than any room you’d seen before. The bath already feels like a dream, even though the perfume still lingers in your skin, “You are again too generous.”

“It is my pleasure.” His voice is low, his hands bracing against the chaise he stands behind, “By far the least I can do.”

A nod to your new situation. This new connection, binding you together. You knew about the ritual in the tavern, from the whispers from the Companions that visited your stall.

Flowers woven into their hair as they gossiped, your eager ears picking up everything you could.

But this, now, was unknown to you.

Was he just getting to know you? Or was there another step you were missing?

“Thank you, Lord Fett,” You smile. Fingers pinching at the blanket, gathering your nerves. A breath, before you can ask, “Are we… are we to begin now? I was told there would another ceremony.”

“Just Boba, please.” He clarifies, after a beat of silence - those dark eyes still fixed on you. That eye contact still holding, as his head tilts, “And yes, there is a ritual. When conducted, it takes place in front of the coven.”

It’s not an unpleasant thought. There’s something primal about such a ritual - the thought of him claiming you in front of his friends and peers.

Images leap to your mind, unbidden. Your imagining of the throne room, filled to the brim. Gathered up in his arms, the expanse of your neck appears as he dips you. Baring legs, baring arms, baring throat.

The flash of teeth, as they sink into your skin-

It takes another second, before you can gather your thoughts. Clearing your throat, as you ask, “Is that what you wish?”

“That would depend.” His steps are slow, as he rounds the chaise. Hands clasped behind his back, the green armor accentuating his broad chest.

“On?”

There’s the flash of teeth as he smiles, “On if you’re planning on changing.”

Heat flares in your cheeks, at the thought of your appearance. Acutely aware of the single layer that covers you, just a loose knot keeping the robe in place.

Is Boba Fett flirting with me?

Before you can answer, his head turns, “This ritual is more symbolic than binding. Any true decisions are made behind doors. We can continue here, if you’d like.”

You nod slowly. The thought of having him to yourself appealing, especially for the first night. A twinge of worry about the feeding - the crook of your arm still tender from where you were pricked to fill the goblet.

Not wanting to appear weak. Not wanting your desires to be laid out, exposed in front of everyone.

“I would not mind that.” You confess, “What kind of decisions do you mean?”

“There are many we can discuss.” His look turns thoughtful, “For one, your stall. If it is gold that brought you here, I would purchase it from Shard for you. You need not do this.”

That makes you blink - the offer kind. An unexpected, altruistic turn.

“No. That’s not why.” Your head shakes, “I’m here on my own. I wanted to-”

Your words cut off, afraid to say too much. A breath, before you add, “I have little other ties here. It was not the stall that brought me to the tavern."

Something in his face changes, a softening to that ever-steady mark between his brows. Those hands still clasped, as if stilling them, as he moves closer, “Are you not bound to another, ad’ika?”

“Do you mean a soulmate?” The question makes you blink - a little frown forming.

There were no marks on your skin. No ties to another, painted where their body had first touched yours.

You could find out. You want to joke, but it stays trapped on your tongue. A moment, before you shake your head.

“No.” A small breath, as you steel yourself, “I don’t believe in them.”

His expression flickers now - you’ve caught him off guard.

“You don’t believe? The Mand’alor has often walked the town streets with his. Do you doubt their connection?”

Curiosity tinges his words, and your head shakes again, “They were lucky, I think. And I think fate works for some. Just… not me.”

It’s as honest as you’ve ever been. Maybe he’ll laugh at you… but just maybe - he’ll understand.

Perhaps it had been luck that morning, when he found you. But fate hadn’t made him kind.

That had been all him.

And perhaps luck had also turned Lady Shand before you left - but it was you who had gone to the Tavern, goblet in hand. You who had leaned into his visits, tucking away each one.

“I’d like to think that I make my own decisions. That my own choices determine my path.”

“And is that what you’ve done?” He rasps, his eyes dark, “Made your choice?”

Your breath hitches at his tone, smooth and low. Managing a short, little nod in answer - not trusting ability to keep your voice level.

“Not all bonding is mates, little one.” He’s closer now. Enough that you can see the fine weave of his robes - the chips in his armor where a sword had peeled away the paint, “You know that, right?”

Your heart pounds in your ears - ignoring his question, as you manage to ask your own, “What do you want?”

His head cocks, the candlelight catching his eyes. That burgundy shimmer darkening. You find yourself holding your breath as you wait for his answer. Watching the way his lips pull in a smile, revealing the sharp points of his teeth.

“Oh, what do I want?” He repeats, slowly, softly. “I want you to show me what you did to make your blood so sweet.”

His voice drops then, as he moves closer, “And then I want to taste you for myself.”

Your breath comes in a ragged gasp. He knew?

The whispered rumor about making your blood near irresistible had been trusted, but you never thought he’s be able to tell.

His laugh is soft, “Are you getting shy on me now, sarad?”

Heat licks at you, embarrassment and desire swirling together into a heady combo. Your thoughts slipping between your teeth on their own, “How did you…”

Boba clucks his tongue, “It’s been a while, little one. But not that long.”

That snags in your mind, your attention shifting. You frown, fingers twisting around the silk ties of your robe, “What do you mean?”

His eyebrow lifts.

There were rumors that Lord Fett and the now Lady Shand were not romantically linked. But it had never been confirmed, and part of you had worried you were going to end up in a precarious position.

Not that you minded sharing.

“You’re stalling.” He chides again, “If I misunderstood, then-”

“You didn’t.” You’re quick to correct, the band of silk pinching around your fingers, “I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

His lips quirk at your answer, your boldness. An arm braces on the foot post of the canopy bed, close enough that your thigh brushes his hip.

“It has been a decade since I’ve drank from the throat of a creature as lovely as you.” His hand lifts, the back of his knuckle brushing against your neck.

No mark blooms under his touch, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You don’t need one to want him, or to love him. All you need is your heart - beating so fiercely, as that knuckle drags down to the hollow of your throat.

His fingers unfurling until the tips drag against your sternum, as your heart drops to beat between your thighs.

In a moment of bravery, your fingers tug on the tie. The knot loosing, and then pooling around your hips as the edges of your robe part, falling open.

His eyes follow, tracing your curves as they come into view. The rich fabric like a caress against your bare skin as you shift further back on the bed. Legs uncrossing as he steps between them - forcing them to nudge wider.

Heat pools in your belly, with his proximity. The knowledge that he truly intends to watch - close enough that his fingers could brush your skin, with how he bends - pressing his palms against the mattress.

Framing your thighs, as you lower yourself to your elbows. Nearly on display, the fabric still bunching at your waist, keeping you hidden.

If you hadn’t thought about him so often, perhaps you’d be a little more shy. But there was something so intoxicating about this. So honest and earnest in his tone - making you believe that because he said it so, he truly wanted to see you.

And you wouldn’t deny your Lord of anything.

Your eyes flip up to his, watching how he waits. Those hands still pressed flush, as his eyes rake over your form - an attempt to keep his hands from wandering.

But yours are not to tied down. Yours drift - trailing along the soft green hem. Down, towards the valley between your breasts.

It has you wondering if he can hear the way your heart kicks up a notch. At your touch, your intentions.

You think he must, with the way he shifts between your thighs, waiting.

The silky fabric pebbles at the tight peaks of your breasts. Soft as your fingertips run across them - a creak of his leather gloves with your soft sigh, as his fingers curl into the bedspread.

His eyes darker still, as you let your robe part further. Knuckles pinching, dragging over bare skin before drifting towards your navel. An urge to press your thighs together, an ache at the thought of things to come. At his words, already given.

There’s a rough noise, something gritted out that you miss, when the robe parts fully. When Boba can see you fully, his eyes dropping to where you’re slick already. Swollen and soft and warm, a pink tongue peeking out between sharp teeth at the sight.

A half-formed thought to tease - fingers parting yourself open. Your strokes slow, to dip slowly into your heat.

But it feels impossible to do so, with him watching. The second you slip against your skin, you’re sighing - quick to press and circle, your hips jolting into your touch.

He knows it’s for him. You can’t even pretend you’re still wet from before - those hours and that long, warm bath passing between then and now.

No, it’s his words. His voice, those suggestions.

Him.

From this angle he can surely see how you shine already. Knees pressing into his hips as your muscles clench, toes curling.

Can he see how your pulse thuds? How your blood races down, to where you ache?

The press of your fingers makes you whine, eyes taking in the expanse of his chest. Flicking down to where his hand rotates, gloved fingers touching down on the bed - moving to press against the curve of your thigh.

He watches your fingers, the way they press. Memorizing what makes your muscles clench, the soft sounds of your sighs.

You want his hands on you - to feel the strength of them for yourself. Molding you into his image, to touch you however he wishes.

To take you, as he tastes you.

It has your leg pressing into his touch, teeth biting into your tongue to keep you from begging.

“You want something.” His voice is soft, his eyes unreadable, “I can feel it, radiating from you.”

The air hisses through your teeth, sparks of pleasure pulsing where your fingers press. Slowing and stuttering at his words.

“You,” The word is sighed out, your eyes meeting his dark ones, “I want you.”

He smiles then, and it’s almost cruel. Teasing.

His hands curving around your thighs, moving slowly against your skin. Up until his thumbs are brushing against your inner thighs, nudging them wider apart.

“You managed just fine, before.” There’s a lilt to his voice, the raise of an eyebrow, “Or did you have some help?”

Your fingers slow as your brows knit, distracted by his question. How his fingers bump against yours, so close to where you burn - but still not touching.

“No,” Your head shakes, “I didn’t.”

I just thought of you, you want to tell him. I thought about this.

“Good.” He husks, and his hands leave you. A little whine slipping past your lips as he brings a hand to his mouth - using his teeth to rip the gloves from his fingers, “I only want your blood singing for me.”

It makes you clench, lips parting just in him for him to arch over you - a bare hand flattening against the bed near your ear. The other dipping between your lips when they part for him, sliding past blunt teeth.

You groan around him, cool and solid as they slip across your tongue. His eyes growing darker as your lips close around to suck, his thumb stroking the underside of your chin.

It’s bliss. Your mouth so beautifully full and busy as your fingers work, aiding your steady ascent towards euphoria.

All too soon they slide from you, leaving your lips glossy. Trailing down your chin, before dropping to fit between your thighs.

He didn’t need to, you’re already so wet. The tip of index finger slipping beneath yours, teasing at your opening. Sliding into you easily as you arch into his touch, feeling the fullness of having him in you. Already a bit of a stretch, and you squirm at the thought of more.

“So warm and wet.” His tone is almost reverent, his eyes dropping to your mouth, “I’d almost forgotten.”

Watching how you pant as his finger plunges deep, the pull of your brow as he slips from you, only to fit two inside with his next thrust.

Angling his wrist so he can curl them inside you, stroking against slick walls - finding a place that had your breath coming in a ragged gasp.

You’re close already. It had been easy, with him so close. Looking at you so hungrily, as you brought yourself closer. The feel of his fingers, filling and stroking you, teasing against that spot, has your muscles winding tight.

Boba shifts, leaning back. The hand pressing against the bed moves to wrap around your wrist, halting the needy circle of your fingers.

Your mounting pleasure plateaus, a frustrated sound in your throat. His fingers still fucking you, but that sharp edge slips from your grasp.

“Slower.” He rasps, pinning your hand down. Only allowing the tips of your fingers to each, “Need to get you ready for me. Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” You moan - automatically, without thought.

The thought makes you tighten around his, squeezing his fingers. His smile pulls to show sharp teeth, the slick slap of his fingers loud where they press into your pussy.

“Gods, I can feel you. Do you want it that bad, ad’ika?”

Your mind swirls, the weight of your tongue making it impossible to answer. Even with the tiny flick of your fingers, you can feel the pleasure in your belly start to crackle and burn.

That pressure increasing, each breath no more than a high gasp. Your vision starting to grow blurry, eyes heavy with lust, all of your concentration focused on the sweet spot between your thighs.

His name is torn from your throat, as you come when three fingers fit inside you. Crooking and stroking against your walls as you bear down around them, as he can feel how you pulse.

It drowns out your pleasure from before - hurried movements in the privacy of your home. You’re alight now - basking in the low hum of his words. Blurring at the edges, slipping through your fingers.

Fuck, that’s it.

My sarad, bloom for me.

Can’t wait to taste you.

The hand lets go to press against your hip, pinning you down. Making you take the steady pump of his fingers, as he draws it out.

“You can. Can taste me-” You gasp, your own fingers now still. A twinge that tips towards too much, as you grasp at his wrist. His hand staying buried in you, as his other curls around the back of your neck.

You brace for the bite, as your head tilts to offer your throat. Know it was coming from the start - eager to offer yourself in every way you could.

Not expecting the way he leans over you again. The ghost of warm breath before the press of his mouth against your pulse. Inhaling your scent as your heart flutters in your throat, the haze of your orgasm settling over you.

A rough sound as you moan, as he moves higher. Teeth nipping at your jaw. Realization swirling as there’s the hungry press of his mouth against yours - your own hands scraping across armor, grasping at his robes.

Curling around his shoulder to hold him to you, as you melt further. His lips are soft - yours are already parted, welcoming the dip of his tongue. Your legs hitching around his waist as his weight presses into you.

It’s comforting. It’s enveloping - your sigh swallowed as his hand slips from you. Pulling back from your mouth, as your head rising to chase after him.

Meeting those fingers instead - slick with your release, pressing against your lower lip. His own tongue swirling against one, as you share the others.

Your teeth graze, bite down on his fingers. His groan low as mouths meet again - with your taste on his tongue, with his hips pressing down against yours. Grinding himself against your bare skin, where you can feel the hard curve of his arousal.

“See how good you taste?” He rasps, lips brushing your cheek. “Fuck, can’t get enough.”

His arm curls around your waist, slick fingers shoving between mattress and your back. Lifting you like you’re nothing, with his enhanced strength. A flip in your belly and a little yelp, before you’re set back down.

Boba’s back rests against the ornate headboard. Your thighs spread wide around his waist, straddling him. The soft robe you wear dips down across your back, the fabric nestled in the crook of your elbows.

Hands splay across his chest, cool skin and hard muscle beneath. His eyes on the expanse of your skin - the slope from your neck, to your bare breasts beneath. That hand anchoring the back of your neck again, thumb sweeping the soft spot beneath your ear.

His eyes burn. Glittering embers in their depth, the sharp points of his teeth showing between parted lips. Something inside you stirs - know deep down that he truly means to taste you now.

To drink from you, as your head tilts back to offer the soft skin of your throat.

“It will hurt, a little.” He warns, voice low. Rough, as if he’s holding himself back, “But I’ll make you feel good. I promise, mesh’la.”

Your fingers twist in his robes. Eyes fluttering shut, as you wait for it to come.

But he has one last request, an edge to his voice that that fixes your attention.

“Keep your eyes open for me.”

It’s your last warning, before he’s leaning forward. The soft brush of his lips against your jugular, before he’s biting down.

There’s twin pinches, as your skin gives beneath his teeth. A burning throb as you gasp - unable to help the way you flinch, stiffening in his arms.

He groans against your neck as you flood his tongue, and there’s the sensation of pulling, the soft suck of his mouth.

But the pain does not linger. It soon bleeds into something more, that sharp edge twisting and transforming. That thudding in your neck tipping downwards. Past your chest, past your belly.

Nestling between your thighs with a very different kind of ache. One that has you shifting against him, the roll of your hips as he keeps you pinned with his teeth.

The robes he wears are thin. Not ones that go beneath his armor during the day, or to travel. Soft and fine as your fingers curl into the fabric at his shoulders.

Not at all concealing his need for you, something that stretches deeper than the urge to drink. Boba is stiff beneath you, his hardness trapped beneath the layers of cloth and your bare cunt.

Each squirm presses him against you. Something flickering in your mind, a sort of mirror to your pleasure. It feels like it strings out, wrapping around your limbs, tethering you together.

His teeth unlatch, when you reach down. A desire from deep inside to touch him, fingers sliding against fabric. Dampened from you, from the slide of your hips, the way you feel like you will burst, if he’s not inside you.

“Taste so godsdamn sweet.” He groans, tongue tracing over the marks on your neck. Where the blood still beads out, sweetened by your orgasm, “Knew it was yours, the moment it touched my tongue.”

Pulling back, to bring his mouth to yours again. He tastes like iron, like you - as your hand curls around him. Achingly hard under your touch, as your fingers trace down the curve of him, finding the edge of his robes.

“Fuck. You can have it, ad’ika. It’s yours if you want it.” His eyes are brighter, those shadows under his eyes less defined.

Hips lifting so you can draw him out, so smooth and heavy in your hand. On another day you’d want to stroke it yourself, feel the weight of it on your tongue. But you’re too desperate now. Already rising up on your knees, the robe parting like curtains at your hips.

The kiss breaks and there’s a soft protest as you line yourself up. Not for you to stop, for you to slow - merely for to take your time.

Though there is no desire to. The time you’ve already taken feels far too long, in this moment.

His hands move - sliding down to your hips. Resting there as you take him, the sharp stretch has the thick head parts you, as you slip down onto his cock. Even with the stretch of his fingers, it still feels like too much. A ragged gasp as your nails sink into his skin, though the fabric of his robes.

It twines with the pulse in your throat. Your fluttering heartbeat, the way you make room for him to fit inside you. His thick fingers flexing against bare skin as he bottoms out, as your thighs finally rest against his.

“Gods, you feel so good-” You keen - as you go still, for a long moment.

Breath caught in your throat, eyes widened as he watches. He shifts beneath you, the flexing of his legs as they stretch out beneath you. It moves him - a shallow thrust deep in your belly. That pleasure sparking, blending with the buzzing of your blood in your veins. Another roll of your hips, and then another.

Hands unfurling, slipping up to brace on his shoulders. Using them to aid your movements - the slow lift and drop that speeds up, as you get used to the feeling of him inside you. The way each stroke sends him against your walls.

His eyes are hazy - blood-drunk off you. Muscles strung tight as he lets you set the pace. Bouncing on his cock until you tire yourself out, until you beg for him to help you. Holding himself back, as your blood lingers on his tongue.

Your thighs burn with the effort. Head dipping down to see where he watches, the lounge of his shoulders against the headboard. How pretty you look, stretch around him. Something so fitting about how bare you are, against his layers - the edge of his armor, that bites into your wrists.

His fingers drift down from your hip, around the curve of your thigh. The pad of his thumb pressing against your clit again.

Following the rise and fall of your hips, circling against you the way he had watched yours move.

You swear you feel him throb in you, when his eyes raise. Lingering on your chest, the sticky smear of crimson against your skin - an errant drop from his eager drinking.

It’s then, that the scales tip. His body moving against yours - a hand wrapping around your back. The shift of his hips as he lurches forward, until it’s you that is pinned beneath him, back pressed against the mattress.

He’s deeper like this. Hips snapping into yours, as you cry out. Head dipping down, his tongue dragging against your clavicle. Down, to lap the trail blood from your skin as he groans.

You back arching into his touch as he presses open-mouthed kisses against your breast, a soft cry as his fingers find the other, trapping the tight bud between his knuckles.

“Could feel how much you wanted this.” His voice is a low rasp. Your thighs wrapping around him as he ruts into you. A circle of his hips grinding against your clit, slick and swollen from your connection.

Feeding off him, in your own way. Something sweet and heavy slipping through your veins. Your skin feels too sensitive - all your nerves alight under his touch. Head tilting back against the blankets as his weight settles over you.

As that feeling builds up again, faster this time. Racing, with the stretch of his cock. The way his hips roll back. Leaving you to clench around the tip, before plowing back in.

You’d never considered your mortality before, but it flickers in your mind now. Just how delicate you feel. A true vampire lord, able to crush you if he wanted.

Instead, he touches you gently - as his hand finds your wrist, his fingers curling around. A swipe of his thumb against your skin as he reaches to pin it against the bed. The other tucking beneath you, cupping the back of your neck again.

It sends another wave of heat between your thighs. The pound of his cock even louder than the press of his fingers, your slick arousal audible - layering with your cries.

There’s a warning on the tip of your tongue - the words coming out slurred instead. A soft, panting groan. Your heels digging into his lower back, eyes fluttering shut as he grinds himself against the spot he had found with his fingers.

“Twice wasn’t enough, ad’ika? Going to come again?” You can hear the grin in his words How it’s an inevitability, with the way he moves in you.

Unable to look away, with the way he holds you. Not that you’d want you, you think - even if you could. The fix of his gaze feels like a gift, bestowed upon you.

Captivating, with the way he soaks in every minute movement. The sweep of his eyes as he watches you start to fall apart beneath him.

You want to feel him again. That pounding surge inside your veins, that sensation of feeling even more connected than you already are.

So, you beg him for it. Eyes heavy-lidded where they find his. Your words punctuated with the hitching of your breath as you guide him down to your throat, with eager hands.

“Bite me. You can, I’m yours-”

Your pleas are impossible to resist, when his own pleasure thrumming in his belly.

He bites higher, this time. In a spot that even your tallest collar won’t hide, teeth pricking skin. Your cry turns into a groan as the rapture courses through you, seeping into your veins. Flooding his tongue, as he drinks again.

You shatter. Caught in his grip, unable to squirm with his teeth in your neck. His weight pinning you down as you pulse around his cock, your cry high and broken in the castle room.

He groans into your skin. The suck of blood over teeth, tasting how it turns sweet. Flushed with your ecstasy, an endless loop between his teeth and the tight clench of your cunt as you come.

For a moment, your eyes flutter closed. Images flicker behind your eyelids - shown as if you were outside yourself.

Red petals against green. Your perception darkened, as if behind a visor. Visions of you, leaning over your stall. Surrounded in a wreath of flowers, hand-picked from your garden.

A throb in your chest, one that blooms - skittering down your spine, settling low in your belly. Almost like butterflies, with how their wings feel like they flutter.

The sensation disappears too fast to make sense of - breaking, as he lets go.

Red smeared across his lips as the steady thrusts become short, messy. Fingers biting into your skin with the slap of his hips, the harsh grunt that turns into a ragged groan.

Hovering over you, as he notches himself deep, one last time. The column of his throat lengthening as his head tips back - it takes everything to resist the urge to make your own mark, as he spills messily inside you.

Throbbing, chasing the high with the grind of his hips.

His eyes losing that sharp edge, when his head tips down. Soft and warm, a sunrise welcoming a summers day.

Everything moves slowly, after. The lazy relaxing of muscles. The tilt of his lips when you whine, when he slips from you. His fingers slow, sweeping - as they dip down. Teasing where he drips from you, as your mouth finds his again.

Tender, as the robe is fully stripped from you. Boba’s words coaxing and patient, as he shows you the strap of his armor. How to take him apart, until you match - a perfect pair.

The aches that linger in your muscles are soon soaked away in the bath he draws. Your second today - a true luxury. The ceramic tub large enough for your back to cradle against his front.

You don’t think you ever want to leave.

Drowsy and content, his cool fingers welcome against your neck. A salve smeared carefully over the marks from his teeth. A promise that your skin will heal by morning, soft and smooth again - unmarried by his touch.

You think next time… you’ll ask if they can stay.

You’re warm against him.

Boba hasn’t been warm in years. Too used to his skin, carved from stone. Forever unchanging.

But you - you’re supple. Soft in his hands, molding yourself to fit the curve of his chest, where you cheek nestles. A thigh splaying over his waist, fingers splayed out against his stomach.

There’s much he should be doing. The sun has set some hours ago, and there’s a long list of things that need his attention.

But for now, for this moment, he will stay. Just a little longer, before he’ll slide out from beneath you, slipping away like a shadow.

You stretch against him, calf pressing into his thigh. Words heavy with sleep and exhaustion, so soft in the night air.

“‘m glad you picked me.”

There’s a stirring, in his chest. Where he thought he was long-dead, his palm pressing down where it rests against your back.

The briefest moment before he’s answering, an idle threat as a deflection.

Hushing you instead, his voice low, “Sleep, little one. You’re mistaken if you think I’ve had had my fill.”

You can’t help the smile, even as your teeth bite into your lip to stifle it. Squirming against him, the press of your center against the curve of his hip.

A low hum of amusement in his chest, as the arm that stretches beside you curls up - tucking around your ribs, nestling you a little closer.

He listens, as your breathing grows slower. Until you’re drifting off to a dreamless sleep.

Only then, does he let his mind wander. Back to the place where it had been earlier that evening. When he teeth were bared, that moment where his armor had been so thin.

“Don’t close your eyes.”

If you had, you would have seen.

Peeling back his memories, discovering just how often he had strayed down to the marketplace, after your first meeting. Not for gold or for payment. Only to catch a glimpse at the girl that had burrowed under his skin.

Somewhere along the way, changing from a casual observation - making sure Shard kept away - to something far more intimate.

Something akin to longing, if a man like Boba Fett could feel that way.

You would have felt - when the goblet raised to his lips for the second time…

Just how much he had hoped it was yours.

ad'ika - little one | sarad - flower | mesh’la - beautiful

If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! 🥺💕 I wanted to explore some of the same themes but in a new way for Boba (rejection of fate, the intentional in the way they seek each other out, instead of the pull of soulmates) - I just thought that would be so fun. I hope you liked this! 💖

tagging some pals!: @margofiore, @marieg, @wingofshadow, @reaperofmen, @bobaprint, @phoenixhalliwell, @csboz, @imarvelatthestars

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Boba Fett x fem!reader x Din Djarin 7.7k words Boba knows how needy you get, had teased you about having another person fuck you at once, never knowing he actually would follow up with it. But when he invites his Mandalorian friend you just couldn't let this opportunity go! Dom!Boba, sub!reader, switch!Din Warnings : threesome, eiffel tower, smut, blindfolds mask/helmet kink, oral, PiV sex, age difference(but of legal age!) bisexuality, voyeurism, accidental voyeurism, facefucking, helmet stays on, cum eating, creampie, praise kink, using cum as lube, aftercare, spitroasting Mando'a translations (apologises if the grammar is incorrect!): ad'ika - little one mesh'la - beautiful Lba' mesh'la dala, staabi Djarin? - What a beautiful woman, right Djarin? cyare - beloved cyar'ika - darling/sweetheart cetar par kaysh, ad'ika - kneel in submission for him, little one gar hiibir kaysh uram - you take her mouth tion'jor - why? am at kaysh uram - change to her mouth

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You leaned against Lord Fett's leg whilst he sat on his throne, sitting at his feet so everyone knew you were his. The knowledge of everyone in his court knowing you were his and only his always made you feel special, made you feel important. Everyone aware you had submitted to him and he was the only person you needed.

After Fett's victory over Mos Espa you practically begged for his attention, wanting to give everything to your Daimyo.

You were his, completely and only his.

Fett's hand was resting on your head, every so often stroking it. No words were really said between you both when he held court, but he always made you aware he was there and watching you. Making sure everyone else knew too.

Seeing peoples gaze catch you due to wearing a very low cut dress so your breasts were on show, them being covered in little marks and bites from your lover.

It was a beautiful feeling.

Watching down on everyone, seeing some people sitting in the booths drinking, hearing some people coming up to speak to the king about bounties and tributes. Every so often some would offer slaves for him, which he always declined, mainly due to him being so against the 'culture' around them but also every time would indicate to your appearance next to him. Hinting to them that in that sector he had it filled.

And maker did he. The man was so possessive over you, claiming your whole body.

He would always praise you on how good you were, how pretty you looked doing the most dirtiest things, practically worshiping your body as he ruined it again and again.

Oh how you couldn't wait for his court to end so you could jump back onto him.

It did tempt you sometimes to do it whilst others were here still, make everyone watch as the Daimyo takes over your body. However you preferred the intermittency of just the two of you.

Well, a few times Boba had teased about finding someone else to fuck you at the same time, and the thought did excite you, but you had no clue who he would invite beside Fennec. Which you wouldn't mind, she was an absolutely stunning woman. Yet Fett never asked her, as far as you know anyway.

Your head slowly turns and looks up to him, he was staring out into the room. You just watched him, thinking about how lucky you are to see him without his helmet on as not many others do. He was so handsome, you could never tire looking at his face.

At first it did take you back by how much older he was than you, but you didn't find him any less attractive for it. He did seem a little stand off-ish for a bit, you think it was due to him worrying about your reaction to his age and size, but if anything to you it made him more beautiful. You just wanted him, not caring for his weight or age.

Fett must have felt your gaze on him as his head slowly turned to you. His black visor staring down at you, ''everything okay, ad'ika?'' His voice just loud enough for you to hear, his hand still stroking your head. You just nod in response and give him a small smile.

''Getting a bit tired'' you say.

Then his body shifts and moves to lean down a little to you, ''don't worry, I'm almost done here.'' His hand then strokes your cheek causing you to lean into the touch as he adds ''plus I've got a little treat for you later.''

It's like he permanently has a smirk on his face, constantly able to hear it on his voice. You give him a little confused look, but also get excited by what that statement could entail.

So you shuffle around a little to get comfy again against his leg as you wait for whatever he has waiting for you.

From the tone of his voice it was most likely something sexual, which excited you. You could feel yourself getting aroused slightly already by the idea of it. Having no clue what it could be, but you didn't care, you just enjoyed having this man fuck you so much that you would take anything.

You let your mind wander as you try to think what he was planning on doing since it was probably something different to what he has done before. Spending the whole time next to him questioning what was to come.

Luckily court only lasts another hour, watching the guests slowly exit the throne room, leaving just you and Boba. He is still stroking your head, you wonder if it must give him some calmness or if he just knew you liked the gentle jester.

''Ready little one?'' He says tapping your head softly.

You turn to face him as he hands his other hand out to you, you grab it with a smile on your face and lift yourself up. Standing next to him, taking his stance in and then quickly climbing him. Your dress flowing over his thighs as you placed yourself on his lap.

''Eager one today are we?'' He teases, one hand resting on your hip and then other stroking your thigh.

''You promised me a treat'' you smirked down at him, wanting to know exactly he was teasing you with. You pushed your body down onto him, trying to add some pressure to your pussy.

A low chuckle leaves him as he grips your thigh, ''so needy. Let's move this back to my quarters shall we.'' So you smile at him as you climb back off his body, standing back to allow him to stand from his throne. Oh how powerful he looked in that seat!

When he stands he takes your hand in his and leads the way to his room. He pulls you into his room and practically shoves you to his bed. You sit at the edge of the bed with your legs already spread just waiting for him.

''Look at you, so good'' he mumbles under his helmet. He moves closer to you and places his fingers under your chin so you're forced to look up at his impowering body over you. Boba then strokes your bottom lip with his gloved thumb, slowly pushing it into your mouth and you allow it, dancing your tongue over the leather thumb.

A groan appears from his mouth as he pushes it in further. You just stare at the black visor the whole time, feeling his own eyes meeting yours.

''Maker, can't wait to see your mouth get fucked as I ruin your pussy at the same time'' he says. Was this the treat he promised? Had he asked someone else to join? The thought excited you as you hummed around his thumb.

''Would you want that, princess? Want two dicks ruining your body at once?''

He had pulled his thumb from your mouth, and awaited an answer. ''Yes sir, I would like that'' you admit, feeling a little embarrassed that you were that horny.

Fett then stokes your cheek and replies ''good. Now let me prepare you before our guest arrives.''

Hot flush runs through you, get you ready? Was this person already on their way? Who were they?

Before you can ask anything his hand is on your throat adding pressure that causes your eyes to roll back as his other hand squishes your breast through your dress. Slowly pushing his hand down the dress into your bra to twist your nipple causing a small moan to leave your tightened throat.

''You looked so beautiful out there, wearing your marks with pride so everyone was able to know you are mine'' he praises. It was true, you choose to wear that dress today, wanting everyone to know such. You were submitted and committed to him, and you wanted everyone to know.

He then lets go of your throat and you hear the hiss of his helmet being removed, so you open your eyes to met with his perfect brown ones. You don't think you could ever get tired of looking at his beautiful face, he was so dreamy.

Slowly Boba leans down to you and crashes your lips together. You lift one of your hands and place it on the back of his neck to pull him closer in. His tongue enters your mouth as his other hand travels up your thigh, slightly pinching at the skin.

His kisses were hungry, they always were, like he could never get enough.

The hand on your thigh was getting closer and closer to your wet underwear, you moved your body closer to his, wanting his touch now. But he just pulled back from the kiss and looked down at you, ''I'm in charge, it goes at my pace.''

''But- please. I need you'' you plead, giving him the softest look to hope he would give you what you wanted.

His hands then both wander to the edge of your dress, so you lift yourself up to make it easier for him to pull it off your body. He takes his time, slowly watching your body be revealed to him.

Once the dress is off he throws it across the room and leans down to attach his lips to your neck, causing a slight whimper to leave you. One of his hands massage your breast over the bra, whilst the other just rested on the bed next your thigh.

Fett's mouth travels down to your breasts as he starts to suck down on the sensitive skin, adding another mark to them. You bite back a moan, your pussy growing wetter by the minute.

''Boba, please'' you whisper.

''You know you've got to ask for what you want, princess'' he says as he pulls your bra down and attaches his mouth to your nipple, pulling it between his teeth.

Your head rolls back as you let out a heavy breath, ''need yo- your fingers or mouth... please.''

Before you can carry on begging he pulls back and pushes your body onto the bed, laying down under him. You watch him lower himself between your thighs, adding little kisses and bites to them. This causes your body to almost shiver in anticipation.

His mouth gets closer and closer to your aching pussy, you dare to push your hips forward but you don't as he may stop.

You almost jump back as he places a kiss onto of your underwear, right on top of where you need him. ''Please, sir'' your voice so quiet.

Thankfully he listens, he pushes your underwear aside and attaches his mouth to your mould. A low moan leaves you as you shuffle yourself closer to his face. He is giving you little licks between your folds, your body relaxing under him.

One of his hands crawls up your body and sneaks under your bra, pinching and pulling your nipple, causing your hips to rise before he quickly pushes them back into the mattress. His tongue moves down to your hole, fucking you quickly with his tongue, your hands grip onto the sheets as you become a moaning mess on his bed.

Everything this man always did was so good, he knew exactly what you liked and how to do it. You wonder if this guest will be as experienced as him, wondering what they could give you.

Then his hands switch, playing with your other nipple as the hand from your hip moves further down. Boba moves his mouth onto your clit as he pushes two fingers into your pussy. ''Oh, B- Boba'' you quietly moan out. The fingers inside you stretching you out, adding so much pleasure to help with his tongue.

He removes his mouth for a moment to say ''want you to cum for me first, need you to know you're mine.''

A hot flush runs through you as his mouth reattaches. When he gets possessive it's so attractive, wanting you to know that regardless of who he has invited here will only be here for this one time but you're always his. And that's really all you want.

Moans growing louder as he gets you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your body itching to get closer and closer to him, needing your release.

''I'm getting... close, sir'' you whimper out.

His movements carry on the same, but you can feel the urgency sneaking in. You didn't realise it was due to the footsteps climbing up the stairs that only he heard that had made him hurry.

''Cum for me'' he mumbles against your clit.

Your head completely pushed back as your back arching more as you reached your high. Fireworks exploding behind your eyelids as your pussy clenches around his fingers, cumming hard.

His licks slow down, just pulling you through your orgasm. Once he can tell you're done he pulls back and stands up, resting his hand on your cheek as he praises ''you did so good for me, little one.''

''That was one hell of a show'' a voice appears from the doorway.

Your body freezes up, your legs trying to close but Boba is stood between them. The voice sounded like it was under a helmet, it was deep and sounded like honey. It wasn't a voice of anyone you recognised, is this the guest?

Boba gave you a warm smile as he placed a kiss on your lips before standing back up, and you sit up slowly.

Now you could see the figure. They were wearing Mandalorian armour, similar to Boba's, but all silver and shiny. They had one hand on their hip and the other resting on their belt as they leaned against the doorframe.

You watched Boba turn around and head towards the other Mandalorian. The Mandalorian was much taller than Boba, his hand reached under the helmet and rested on their chin, just like how he did to you. ''Nice to see you again Mand'alor'' Fett says, his voice so soft but also so powerful.

You see the Mandalorian's hand rest on Boba's cheek as they say ''and you.''

The pair of them then turn to you, you feel so small and embarrassed. Sitting in only your underwear in front of two men in armour. Them both not saying anything, just taking you in. You had no clue where the Mandalorian's gaze was due to their helmet.

Now you think of it, it was more arousing. You press your legs together as your underwear begins to soak again.

''Lba' mesh'la dala, staabi Djarin?'' Boba says to the other person. You had picked up a bit of Mando'a since you started things with Boba, but the only word you recognised was beautiful, which caused you to blush at the idea of him talking about you.

The Mandalorian just hums and nods against Boba's hand.

''Cyare, this is Din'' Boba introduces them finally, ''I asked him if he wanted to join us, is that okay with you?''

You stare at the other man, Din, and take a moment to consider this. Boba seemed to trust him enough since he was wanting him to touch you or whatever, so by that logic why wouldn't you? Plus he seemed familiar, you think he may have been the armoured person who helped Boba fight in the Mos Espa battle?

So you nod and say ''yes sir.''

A smirk once again appears on Boba's face as he lets go of Din's face and move closer to you. Once he is right in front of you, you bend your head to look up at him, ''promise?'' he asks.

''I promise, I want this Boba'' you reassure him, reaching up to kiss him.

You hear Din's footprints move to behind Boba, his hands resting on your lovers hips. As Boba leans back you are staring into the dark visor on Din's helmet, wondering what he looks like under there.

Boba runs his thumb over your lips again, you open your mouth slightly as he pushes it in again. Din lets out a low groan behind him, ''you going to show him how much of a good girl you are?''

You nod as he removes his thumb, moving out the way so Din is just towering over you, ''you can touch her, Djarin'' Boba says before moving out of your sight.

''That okay with you, cyar'ika?'' His voice was so handsome, it sent vibrations through your body. So you nod in response, you were starting to grow eager and wanted these men to start what they had planned.

So then Din reaches his hand out and unclips your bra, setting your breasts free. You feel almost nervous, you met this man only minutes ago, but you are so attracted to whatever he is doing right now. Din's gloved hands grab both your breasts, massaging them before pinching and pulling at your nipples, causing you to let out a quiet moan. His grip was soft compared to Boba's, like he was savouring the moment.

''Mesh'la'' he mutters, which makes your body feel like it's on fire, ''you let him claim your tits like this?'' indicating to the marks on them. You again let out a small whimper in response, wondering if Din would add any marks to you.

In the corner of your eye you notice Boba has reappeared, taking seat on the stool in the room. His legs spread as his eyes are fixed on you two. ''Cetar par kaysh, ad'ika'' he orders. Once again knowing what he was asking of you since he has used the same phrase countless times.

Din's hands move off you and he moves more towards Boba, you get up and follow him. The pair of you are stood right in front of Boba, making sure he can have a full view.

Your hand reaches up to his helmet, but he grabs your wrist. ''Sorry sweetheart, I don't show my face'' Din informs you. Part of you feels embarrassed for not checking, but then the other part of you gets hornier, loving the idea of him keeping his helmet on. You loved it when Boba did it, so you can imagine how hot it would be with Din.

Din lets go of your wrist and you slowly sink to your knees, your hands laying flat on your thighs. You stare back up at him and await for his commands.

''She knows who's in charge Djarin, so show her'' Boba says. You turn your head to him and see the bulge growing in his pants, oh how badly you wished to reach out and touch him. The look in his eyes was full of desire, you could see how badly he wanted to watch this, but also how badly he wished it was him at the same time.

But then Din's hand pushes your cheek back to facing him, ''if you want a dick so badly, you can take mine first.''

Your eyes move down to the tent in his own pants, watching as he unbuckled the pants. Just watching as he frees his cock, maker he was big! Your mouth already watering at his length.

Boba was thicker, but Din was longer.

The image of taking both of their dicks at once makes you whimper out, making both men stare at you.

''Oh, I think someone is excited'' Boba teases. He knew how badly you wanted this, ever since he teased the idea of another person fucking you it had been playing on your mind. The fantasy excited you, but you weren't sure if it was just something said in the moment or if he really wanted it.

You stare up at Din with your mouth open and your tongue pressed out, waiting for him to slide his dick into your mouth.

''You've got her trained well Fett'' Din praises.

His gloved hand guides his throbbing length into your mouth, slowly sliding it in, holding the top of your head to guide it in. It doesn't take long for him to reach the back of your throat, your mouth full of him.

He lets out a low groan as he just holds his cock in your mouth. You then start bobbing your head slightly, making sure you could feel him completely. He tasted almost the same as Boba, the same muskiness on his cock that you didn't mind really.

Din grips your hair a bit as he thrusts into your throat, causing you to gag a little but you didn't care, you just wanted this mans cock. You think Din pauses for a moment due to your reaction but Boba then reassures him ''she knows her safeword and to tap your thigh if it's too much.'' Which he was correct, and since you didn't tap his thigh Din took this to carry on.

He was filling your senses so quickly, he felt so good slowly entering your throat and back. Next to you every so often you could hear Boba groan, clearly enjoying the show.

''Maker, you look so pretty taking his cock. My talent little girl'' Boba praises. Causing you to moan against Din's cock and your thighs press together, your hand daring to go down and touch yourself until you hear Boba tusk and say ''no, you're just pressuring our guest now, not yourself.''

Which causes you to groan against Din's dick again, his hand tightening in your hair as he thrusts deeper. So you reach your hand up and grip the base of Din's cock, moving your hand up and down on the section that won't fit into your mouth.

''Keep doing that mesh'la'' Din moans. You feel his cock throb more in your mouth meaning he was already close, so you do as you're told. You let him fuck your mouth as you run your hand up the remaining part of his length.

Din pulls your head back a little as he mumbles ''gonna cum in your mouth, cyar'ika.''

With that warning he does as he said, warm salty liquid filling up your mouth quickly, feeling some of it leak out your mouth a little. He lets out a grunt as you swallow his cum with his cock still in your mouth.

Once he pulls out you look up at him with an almost dazed look, your jaw being a bit tired already. Din strokes your head and says ''she's so good Fett.''

''I know, come here pretty girl'' Boba commands, and you just crawl over to him, your knees feeling too sore to stand right now. When you reach him he leans down and pulls your face to his. You are about to protest due to still having cum around your mouth, but he seems to clean it off, moaning quietly to himself. You start to realise that as much as this is a treat for you, it is for him too.

Boba's tongue enters your mouth as he pulls you closer in, you can feel your underwear sticking to you, already ready to be touched by him again. You reach your hand out and massage his bulge over his flight suit, he smirks against your lips as he mutters ''so needy.''

''Please, sir'' you beg against him.

He moves back and looks up at Din, saying ''what do you think, Djarin? Think she deserves some reward?''

Din's hands rest on your shoulders, pulling you back to sit in front of his legs. You look up at him with pleading eyes, your pussy dying for attention off these men.

''She did do a good job at making me cum, but I kind of want to see just how needy she can get'' his tone is darker than before. His visor set straight on you as he teased the idea.

Boba leans down and strokes over your underwear causing you to flitch at the slight stimulation, chuckling quietly to himself. ''I say we see how much we can get her to beg'' he hums.

You want to protest, but yet you're enjoying this too much. Enjoying them talking about you like you weren't on your knees sat in between them both. You wanted both of these men to use you how they wanted, wanted them both to claim you in whatever ways they wished.

Then Boba's hand grabs your chin and pulls you closer, ''what do you want, little one?''

''You, both of y- you'' you quietly say, ''I want you both... so badly. Please, Lord Fett.''

''Sit on the bed then'' Boba orders, so you push yourself off the floor and hurry over to his bed. Sitting on the edge whilst both men towered over you again.

It was like they were both trying to figure out what to do next, or how they were going to do their next plan.

You watch Din lean into one of pockets on his belt and pull out some black fabric. ''You okay with being blind folded, cyar'ika?'' His voice is so soft as you nod to allow him to blindfold you for whatever reason he wished.

He passed the fabric to Boba who moved to behind you on the bed, placing a light kiss on your shoulder and traveling up your neck to your cheek. You leaned back against him, one of his hands traveling up the other side of your body, maker you were getting more and more desperate as the minutes passed.

Finally Boba's hands move in front of your face, the fabric coming closer to your face. Then suddenly your vision is gone, everything black. You feel Boba move your hair as he ties the blindfold, you're unable to see anything now.

''Safeword?'' Boba asks against your ear. Your senses are on full alert now due to your sight being gone, his hot breath against you made you shiver.

''Starship'' you reply.

He places a soft kiss on your neck as he praises ''good girl.''

Then you hear a hiss, a sound you knew very well, the removal of a helmet. Meaning Din was removing his helmet for Boba. You weren't sure why you couldn't see his face, you assume it must be a Mandalorian thing you don't know and due to Boba wearing the same armour he is allowed to see his face.

You hear the helmet be placed on the floor and feel his gloved hands run up your thighs. ''Fett, can I?'' His voice sounds different without the helmet, still just as handsome, just a bit softer.

Boba just hums and then before you can react Din places one hand on your cheek and pulls you to his lips. You lean into the kiss, feeling a moustache run along your lips as he pressed further into the kiss. The taste of caf on his soft lips filled the kiss.

Daringly you reach up and place a hand on his cheek, waiting to see if he would push it away, but he doesn't. So you run your hand along his face. Feeling the stumble on his cheeks that ran into a beard along his jawline, able to feel the little scars along his face. Your hand travelled further up, playing with his hair. It was soft and short, more scars hidden underneath.

You guess he was a bounty hunter too by the way he dressed and the amount of damage his body had been through.

Din then slowly pulls away from your lips, you let out a quiet moan as you miss the feeling. You feel him shuffle off the bed, placing his hands tightly on your thighs, and then feeling his breath on them.

Oh maker, please. Two men eating your cunt in one night? What a dream!

His hands snaked up and slowly dragged your underwear down, exposing your soaking pussy to him. You were glad you were blindfolded as you would be red in the face if you could see his reaction. Well you already were burning in the face, but you imagine if you saw his face you'd be on fire.

''She is drenched Boba'' he mutters, placing kisses on your thighs.

Boba's hands runs up both sides of your body as he pulls you back more, leaning your body against his cold armoured one. ''She always is, always so needy. Aren't you princess?''

You whimper in response, and whisper ''please.''

Both of these men knew what you wanted. They were just prolonging it for the sake of teasing you, wanting to see how far they could push you. And they were starting to get too close, you needed this pressure released.

Thankfully you don't wait long as Din pushes your legs wider as his tongue slides between your folds. You let out a quiet moan, your body completely sagging against Boba's, your hands gripping the sheets under you.

His tongue was just as talented as Boba's, tracing along and taking you fully in. Every so often poking into your hole, making your hips jerk up as he pushed them back down.

Then Boba moves one hand around and pinches your nipple again, a loud moan escaping your throat. This feeling was so beautiful, these two men touching you where you wanted, them doing what they wished as you just lay between them.

Din's tongue enters your hole making your hips jump again, but this time he doesn't push them back down, his hooked nose rubbing against your clit. You let out a very breathy moan at the sensation.

''Djarin, grid her against your face'' Boba orders. And Din does exactly that, causing your eyes to roll back behind the blindfold.

''You enjoying this, mesh'la?'' Boba asks you.

''I- I am, sir'' you moan.

He hums as he brings his other hand to your other nipple, bringing your body closer to feeling overstimulated.

''Tell him then, I've told him how good you are, thank our guest.''

You swallow and catch your breath a bit before you say ''this f- feels so good Di- Din... Thank y- you.''

Din hums against your hole which causes you to moan loud again. He tightens his grip on your thighs and rocks your clit more against his face, trying to bring you closer to your release.

Behind you you can feel Boba's cock digging into your back, feeling a bit guilty that he hasn't had a release yet. But you think he must be enjoying this as if he wanted to cum he would be getting you to help him already.

The pool in the bottom of your stomach grows, you can feel your own release getting closer. Fett must have picked up on your breathing changing as he whispers ''are you getting close, little one?''

''Yes'' you utter out quickly.

''Think she deserves to cum Mand'alor?'' Boba teases.

You feel Din's head remove himself for a moment, you whimpering from missing the feeling already and from your stimulation pausing. ''I think so, she's been so good for us so far'' he replies.

''Plea- please Din'' you almost cry. You wonder how much more you must plead to these men tonight just so they would give you what you wanted.

''You heard my girl, make her cum'' Boba said, his smirk always on his lips.

As Din's head reappears you reach down and grip his hair, since you don't have many opportunities to do such with Boba, not that you minded. He goes back to grinding your pussy against his face as his tongue fucked your hole, bringing you closer by the second.

Boba's fingers just work on pinching your nipples to help your stimulated body.

''I- I'm... cum. Gonna-''

''Cum princess'' Boba orders and you obey in an instant.

Gripping the sheets harder as you let go of Din's hair, your thighs squishing his head and your back arching until he pushes you back down. You see stars as you cum hard, harder than earlier.

''Good girl'' Boba praises as you moan against him from another mans mouth.

Din works you through your orgasm until it's too much, that your legs are shaking and your body is physically jumping back from his mouth, the overstimulation being too much.

He removes his mouth and you feel him rise, ''want to taste her?''

Your brain is foggy and it takes you a moment to release Boba is leaning up, hearing his lips meet Din's. The pair of them letting out quiet groans, sharing the taste of your release between their mouths.

One of Boba's hands leave your body to, you assume, touch Din's face. You were still unable to see what was happening but very much able to hear it. Getting more and more turned on from hearing the two men make out above you,

Then before you know it one of Din's hands reach down and grab your bare breast. Both men holding one each, both pinching a nipple each. You quietly whimper under them, clearly wanting to make sure you were still involved with the events.

''She tastes beautiful, doesn't she?'' Boba mutters above you.

''I'm glad you offered to share her with me, I can see why you've been held up with her'' Din replies.

You feel yourself blush, unsure if they were even looking at you, but not caring for a moment. The way these men spoke about you was beautiful, that even though they both wanted to dominate you and you wanted them both to claim you, that they still felt like they were worshipping you in some sense.

''Gar hiibir kaysh uram'' Boba says.

''Tion'jor?'' Din replies. You were completely clueless to what they were saying, you knew only pet names and a few compliments in Mando'a, the rest of their conversation was just confusing you, plus you were focusing on the feeling of them still playing with your nipples.

After a little while they both remove their hands, and you feel them both get off the bed. ''What's happening?'' You ask, still laying naked on the bed with the blindfold still on.

You heard two hisses, one after another. Did they both put their helmets back on?

No words were spoken still as you are sat up and feel the blindfold be untied. Your eyes squint as you readjust to the low lighting in the bedroom.

Both men stood in front of you, still in full armour with their helmets now on, however both their cocks were freed. Your mouth opens into a little 'O' as you let out a heavy breath.

''You going to do as you're told, babygirl?'' Din says, his voice back to sending a vibration through your body with the modifier.

You nod and whisper ''yes, sirs.''

''So obedient. You want both our dicks to fill you? Have two kings ruin you?'' Boba adds.

''Please, I really do.''

Two kings? Was Din also a king? Boba did keep referring to him as a title, it wasn't one you'd heard before. But the thought excited you, being fucked by two kings at once.

''End of the bed on all fours, face towards the end of the bed'' Boba orders and you do as so.

Watching as Boba stands in front of you and Din moves himself onto the bed behind you. His hands landing softly on your hips, adjusting you to be level with him. Both of them in front of a hole each, waiting.

Boba's hand rests on your cheek, soothing you slightly. You were a little nervous, you hadn't done anything like this before, but you were excited nonetheless. ''Ready?''

''Yes sir.''

You open your mouth and lean your tongue out, Boba lining himself up. He just rests on the end of your tongue as he waits for Din, his gloved finger dances along your hole, teasing it. You groan out of impatience, as much as it felt nice you just wanted him to fuck you.

Then he does. He lines the head of his dick to your hole, holding your hips as he slowly fills you up with his length. Your body pushing forwards as you take Boba's cock further into your mouth.

Both men push themselves as deep as the can in you and hold it.

Kriffing maker, you felt so full! They weren't even moving, but feeling both their lengths fill you was magical.

You swallow around Boba's cock and he says ''she likes it rough'' to Din. Slowly feeling empty as Din pulls back before he snaps his hips back to you, pushing Boba further down your throat.

Your eyes already start to fill with tears, how did it feel this good already? They only just really started.

Boba grips your hair as he pulls your head back a bit so he can fuck your mouth easier, whilst Din's pelvis slaps into your thighs as he tightens his grip on your hips. Your body being rocked between the two armoured men, them using your body exactly as they want.

Above you the sound of their helmet clank together, you assume they are giving each other a keldabe kiss, a motion Boba had done with numerus times whilst his face was covered.

Both their hips still rocking into you, each of them removing one hand. You look as far as you can up and watch Din's hand rest on Boba's cheek under his helmet, their motions with each other seeming so soft as they fucked you numb under them.

Your pussy clenches around Din, this entire moment making you feel so much.

''You getting close again pretty girl?'' Din almost mocks. Humming against Boba's cock, you then feel his hand move onto your clit, clearly moved off Boba's face.

Din runs little circles over your clit, pushing his cock slowly and deeply into you. ''Do you want to cum on his cock baby?'' Boba asks.

Again you hum and nod against his cock, your eyes looking up to see his helmet staring down at you. He reaches under your body and pinches your nipple once again. Your eyes threatening to drop the tears, your body feeling so overstimulated.

''Cum, ad'ika'' Boba commands.

Your eyes slam shut as your pussy tightens around Din, as Boba pushes his cock further down your opening throat. ''Good girl'' Din praises, but then he speeds up and fucks you hard through your orgasm.

You were stuck, unable to move whilst both men had you trapped between them. Your body spasming and shaking from your high, but neither men slowly down or easing up for you. But you didn't feel the need to stop, you enjoyed the feeling of it.

''Am at kaysh uram'' Boba says.

Then both men pull out from you, you let out a mix of a moan and whimper. You stare at Boba with a confused expression. ''Don't worry, we're not finished with you'' he pats your head as he moves to where Din was stated as Din appears in front of you. Oh, they're changing positions?

You open your mouth again for Din to slide his cock in, tasting yourself in the prosses. It wasn't the first time, a few times Boba had made you suck him off to cum in your mouth after, so you were kind of used to the taste now. Like before as you sit with Din's dick in your mouth Boba lines his up with your pussy.

His thick cock pushes through your sensitive walls as you moan against Din's length. Once again full from both men's cocks. You could get used to this feeling, hoping Boba would invite him around again.

''Maker you really do look good whilst someone fucks your mouth as I take your pussy'' Boba says recalling his comment from earlier, when he first told you someone would be joining.

''Not sure which one of I'm more jealous of'' Din groans.

You are on fire under them, the way they spoke about you made you weak, you were enjoying yourself so much.

Boba's grip on your hips tighten as he goes deeper causing your pussy to clench against him. ''You close again mesh'la?''

Din chuckles as you hum against his cock and he answers for you, ''I think she is.''

''Can you hold on a little longer? Want you to cum with me baby'' Boba says. You let out a mumbled whimper, the knot was right there, you were so closer.

Tears run down your face, holding yourself back. Trying to just focus on sucking Din's cock, hoping it would prolong your desperate need to cum. Din lets out a low moan as he holds your head tight, clearly enjoying your focus on him, trying to pleasure him the best way you could with your mouth for the second time tonight.

Boba's cock starts to throb as his thrust speed up, ''cum princess'' he moans.

Din pulls out your mouth as you let out a really loud moan, it echoing through the bedroom.  You arms collapse under you with your ass and pussy still held up by Boba. Clamping around Boba's length, cumming harder then ever before, feeling his own release be stuffed deep inside you. Filling you with his cum, like he was trying to get it as deep as possible.

''So good'' Din praises above stroking your head. You shake a little under his touch, Boba still slowly rocking his softening dick inside you.

Once he does pull out Boba turns you on your back, ''you're nearly done, just need to make Din cum now, little one.''

You look up at Din, he was fisting his own cock as he stared at the mess between your legs. He slowly moves around the bed to where Boba is, placing himself next him. Both men kneeling next to your sensitive, leaking pussy.

Din uses his free hand to push two fingers into your hole, making you moan from the sensation. He does a few thrusts before pulling them back out. His black gloved fingers covered in the white liquid of both yours and Boba's release. You watch as he takes them under his helmet and sucks them clean.

Boba lets out a low groan as his hand leans down to help jerk Din closer, ''want his cum inside you too?''

''Please'' you whimper.

Din moans under Boba's grip, almost allowing his dominance to be swept away as Boba touched him. His gloved hand running up and down the Mandalorian's long length, you just waiting in anticipation. Wanting more cum to fill you, unsure if it was even possible honestly, but you were excited to at least feel it.

Boba then helps line Din back up to your sensitive heat, his cock almost ready to burst.

Din slowly rocks his hips back into you, using Boba's cum almost like lube. Filling your tightened pussy, moaning quietly under him.

''Cum inside my girl Mand'alor, use her how you wish'' Boba says to him, pulling all the strings now.

You feel Din's pace stutter as you once again feel your walls be coated with cum, quietly whimpering out from your sore and tired pussy. ''You two look so pretty like this'' Boba praises to you both.

The hiss of his helmet fills your ears as his handsome face comes back into your view. He leans down and places a kiss on your lips, you calm against his mouth. ''Don't forget to thank our guest, don't be rude princess'' he mutters against your lips.

So you move your head to the side, watch as Din pulls his soft dick from you and tuck it away. ''Thank you D- Din'' you say, giving him a dazed smile. He reaches down and strokes your cheek softly, you shut your eyes as you leaned against his palm.

Maker you were tired, quite literally all fucked out.

''Djarin can you start the bath for her'' Boba voice now so soft again. Din nods and exits to the fresher. Boba gaze turns back to you, cradling your head in his hands, his eyes so soft and caring now. ''Did you enjoy that?'' He asks so softly it could make you cry.

''I did, thank you'' you reply, giving him a warm reassuring smile.

He leans down and places another kiss on your lips, this time it was soft. He was clearly tired now too, his touch so gentle against you now.

Din remerges from the fresher to indicate the bath was done. So Boba moves his mouth off yours and lets Din pick you up, carrying you to the bath. You didn't really require both men to help clean you, but you also weren't going to turn them down.

You quietly whimper as the warm water touches your sensitive and fucked out cunt. Boba grabs the usual cloth to wipe around your face, making sure the cum from earlier was gone, and cleaning the drool, sweat and tears too. Din helped make sure between your legs was clean, making sure it wasn't sticky and rough between your legs anymore.

You once again felt special, having these two big men look after you after they both fucked you tired.

Din helped you out the tub as Boba wrapped a towel around you, picking you up and carrying you to bed. Din helps dry you off whilst Boba jumps into a quick shower.

''So, you and Boba...'' you start, wondering what was happening there.

''He was there for me when I needed someone, when I needed comfort. Then he filled another void I didn't even realise I had. But nothing serious, don't worry. He's all yours'' Din's voice so soft now, there was no jealousy or venom behind his words. It seems like they just hooked up a couple of times and that was all.

You just nod as you yawn laying down, pulling the covers over yourself. Just as you do you see Boba exit the fresher, just a towel wrapped around his waist.

But maker, yes! You wanted this again.