#the book of boba fett reader insert

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𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕧𝕚𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕠𝕓𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕥𝕥

⋆ ★ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2023 ʟɪɴᴇᴜᴘ

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ʙᴏʙᴀ ꜰᴇᴛᴛ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʙᴏʙᴀ, ᴠᴀɢɪɴᴀʟ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴘᴇɴɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɢɪɴᴀ ꜱᴇx, ʟᴏꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴɪᴛʏ

⋆ ★ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢɪʀʟɪᴇ ᴛᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴜꜱᴄʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ᴘʀᴇᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘɪᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ꜱᴏ ɪ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʀᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ʜᴏᴘᴇꜰᴜʟʟʏ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʏ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴘᴏꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ʙᴏʙᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʙᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ. ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ :)

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

You’ve never felt this small before.

One of the most feared men in the galaxy is between your legs, holding you so softly and carefully as if you might shatter at any moment. Such a tactile man, hardened from years of battle, now rightfully in your arms, rightfully claiming you, in such a manner nothing else could’ve been destined.

“Oh…” It’s just a simple sigh, a gentle commendation of his slow, concentrated strokes with his tongue. You want to say more, tell Boba how good it feels, how good he’s making you feel, but you’re rendered to a simple blubber and string of words that pathetically make up fractured sentences and pleasant, flimsy moans. He rumbles between your thighs, the vibrations sending a shiver down your legs and making your toes curl every so slightly. You dig a heel into his shoulder.

Boba pulls away from your sopping cunt, swiping his tongue over his lips to gather your lingering taste there, and gazes up. His stare is surprisingly unusually sweet. Unusually tender.

“How are you feeling, little one?” He asks you, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over your inner thighs, tantalizingly close to your outer lips. A hiss uncoils out of your tongue and your chest heaves with a heavy breath. Boba waits patiently.

“Really good, Boba.” You even make the gesture and effort to lean your body onto one hand instead of both, taking the free one to hold his cheek. The merciless bounty hunter melts in your hold; he turns his head to leave a firm kiss on your palm. Then your thumb. Then your index. He kisses each tip of your finger as you compose your next thoughts. “I feel really good.”

Something of a grin reaches his lips; it isn’t one typical of a regular man, but it’s a characteristically hardened expression that means all the more to you. It means he’s grateful, savoring each moment he has with you. Your heart swells and arousal pools.

He returns to the task beforehand; easy strokes of his tongue ease you back into the feeling before he trails a hand up, closer to your entrance where he hasn’t been before. As you feel the tip of the first knuckle undulate small, contained circles, you squeal quietly. Boba perks up.

“Do you want me to continue?”

It’s not a hard decision to make. You nod your head, adding a sweet ‘yes,’ voice just a little breather than before.

Boba’s hand glides over the top of your entrance, fingertips a phantom touch barely caressing your pussy, yet it’s enough to make you tremble. Then, he presses further. He makes his touch more purposeful.

Gathering dollops of wetness for a moment, rubbing the spend over one digit, before sliding it in slowly. Soothing yet nerve-wracking all the same.

But then, the finger is seated in you with little resistance. Little pain. You feel your warmth hug his appendage, keeping it firmly inside of you as you stretch just the slightest bit (yet more than you ever have), and sigh sweetly.

“Mm…” You hum, eyes fluttering close for a minute. The soft noise of praise you can’t distinguish and the featherlight peck on your inner thigh bring you back to the moment.

“Good job,” is all he says. Yet it’s all enough. You see in his gaze the fascination, the utter reverence in his stare that makes you want to curl up into yourself and scream into the sheets to never rise up again. But you keep your stare on him.

Boba lifts himself up, resting his knees between yours to spread you out further and join you on his expansive bed. As if you couldn’t relax any further, your shoulders practically sink into the mattress beneath you, and his eyes twinkle.

He must love this.

You’d hope so, at least.

“Hm, look at yourself, little one.” The praise sends you into another frenzy, breathing low in your stomach stagnated. “‘Getting stretched out nice and good. Taking my fingers like a good little princess.”

“Boba,” You sob quietly, feeling the digit sink deeper into you. Many times you’ve brought a release with your own fingers, but they’re nothing compared to his. Not as big, not as thick. He just manages to be gentle enough to leave you only slightly uncomfortable, yet the slow movement of his hand and wrist rocking back and forth, back and forth is already bringing you to the brink of orgasm.

Boba can feel it.

“How many fingers do you need, baby?”

You mouth something that he doesn’t seem to understand, instead deciding for you. His lips tickle the shell of your ear.

“Three?”

The only thing you can do is whine and rock your hips.

“Yeah, I think you do,” Boba answers his own question, pushing in a second finger with little resistance from your body and fucking you with his fingers steadily. “`Gonna need some stretching if you want me to deflower you.”

You just manage to stave off your orgasm until he gets a third finger in, leaving you positively soaked and stretched more than you’ve ever been before. Boba stays silent, breathing in his stomach while cradling the back of your head. His free hand tucks strands of hair behind your ear when you come down with soft sighs and hiccups. All the while, he talks; you’d never think he’d be talking in the bedroom as much as he does.

“Mm, you’re doing so well, little one.”

“Feeling okay? It’s okay if you can’t speak. Just nod, yes or no.”

“Nuh-uh. Just stay like that. Let me make this good for you.”

When you catch your breath, you see Boba’s already taken off the bottom part of his armor, leaving him just as bare as you. He meets you on the bed, pressing his knees on either side of your legs and resting your head on a plush pillow, bunching your hair to keep it out of your eyes. The simple considerate gesture has you reeling.

It’s still oddly blunt, nonetheless. Only the slimmest layer of sugary pleasantness coats his actions; you still see the hardened, rough, unrelenting man he is. But it’s in an entirely new light now. The roughness is all his way of handling you the way he wants, ensuring you’re satisfied and taken care of with no trace of unhappiness left in your body. In the determination, there is thoughtfulness.

Boba lines up the head of his cock at your entrance, forcing your chin to stop looking at where your bodies will meet and inevitably join and instead into his eyes.

“I’ll make you feel good, little one. I promise.” He seals the guarantee with a sweet kiss, holding your chin to angle your face properly. 

When he pulls away, he pushes barely an inch forward and you gasp, suddenly strung tight by nerves.

He’s incredibly gentle. But he doesn’t go slow.

The thick girth of his cock stretches your pussy out, even more than his fingers, unrushed and carefully, despite how taut he keeps his stomach. As you observe his face, you begin to question if Boba is even breathing.

Despite his caution and gingerly stretch, there’s still a twinge of pain that rushes through you. It’s washed, practically doused and drenched by your own arousal, your own wetness, and the deep, low, perpetual throbbing in your lower stomach.

Boba presses his forehead to yours and you finally hear him let out a deep exhale.

“That’s it,” he praises with a groan when you involuntarily clench, finally processing the new sensations all throughout your body.

Suddenly, you’re whining and hiding your face in his shoulder when he pulls out slightly, the slick link of your bodies causing a slight difficulty to disconnect. As he presses back in, your words are pathetically gracious, pure reverence as you take only a fraction of all Boba has to give you. One day you’ll be able to take it all. This is just the beginning. But this is already so much. So much you might just cry.

It’s still incredibly difficult to process that he not only chose you, but let you choose him.

So you whine out,

“Thank you.”

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[runawrites-blog]

Protection (Boba Fett x Reader)

(Gif Not Mine)

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

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I.

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

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

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

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

“Are you alright?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Boba, please calm down. I’m fine.”

“Do you want them dead?”

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

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

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

“That can certainly be arranged.”

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II.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You need to leave.”

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

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

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

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

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

---

III.

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

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

“Cyar’ika, get up here now.”

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

“Where are you injured?”

“Just bruises and a few scraps mostly.”

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

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

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

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

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

---

IV.

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

“What happened?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please.”

---

V.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But great Boba Fett--”

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

---

+ I.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let me go!”

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

“I won’t tell you anything.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[helpinghanikan]

Star Wars: Kinktober 2023

Day 6: Throne sex (Boba Fett)

Kinktober Masterlist

The idea came to mind the second you saw Boba Fett on that throne. He was so strong and powerful in a natural way you can rarely find in this world. Even with his helmet on you knew he was feeling something similar.

One night, ironically after lovemaking, you brought up the idea to him.

“When everyone is gone,” He said, pulling you close against your chest. “Come to me, and I will have you.”

Fett had complicated feelings when you came to him shortly after. He had been in Jabba’s palace long enough to see what women, and sometimes even men, were forced to do. A few had even been ‘gifted’ to him for a job well done. None of them left his room violated; at worst he offered them a nap and an escape from that stupid slug.

“Would you like me to kneel for you?” You asked with a cheeky smile.

Boba takes a second before he responds. Reaching out and taking your hand while saying; “whatever you wish.”

Although he tries to keep his face passive you can see past the act. He had told you about the horrible things done in the name of pleasure in this throne room. A small part of you has to think ‘was asking for this going too far?’

Luckily, it’s the other part that won out.

“Whatever I wish? So, what if I wished for a million credits?” You asked, Stepping onto the platform. Walking slowly, lifting your skirt as you near his lap. “And if I wish for a whole new wardrobe? For a sword made from beskar and a pool in the middle of the desert?”

His head tilts upwards as you straddle his lap. The loose dress rides high on your thighs, the top sliding down to accentuate your breasts.

“Anything,” He agrees, taking in your body.

“Then touch me,” You order, taking his hands and placing them on your hips. “That’s what I wish, Boba. I wish you to touch me, take me, and I want you to do so willingly. Anything else isn’t going to cut it.”

That’s what he needed to hear. His hands, strong and war-worn, slide over your backside and squeeze. Helping to roll your hips against his crotch that was already straining against his robe’s fabric.

Your lips connect and the rest is something close to a blur. Somehow you manage to open his robe. Somehow your dress is pulled down enough to release your breasts. Boba’s lips leave yours to kiss and tip at the softness of your breasts, lick around the sensitivity of your nipples.

He brings his forehead against yours, mouths inches from each other, as he penetrates. Strong and hard heat pushes straight towards your core. Both of you groaning into your shared air. That is only the first of many praises you give each other. Boba refusing to lose any energy until the throne room walls echo his name from your lips.

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Could I get a sexy story with Daimyo Boba with plus size fem reader who is a little older? Maybe she's a bit insecure because it's their first time together. Thanks!

Stay Tonight (Daimyo Boba x Plus Size Fem Reader)

Word Count: 2569

Warnings: minors go away, NSFW, oral sex (both), unprotected PiV, attention to the tiddies, fingering, slight handjob, earlobe nibbling

A/N: My first attempt at writing a sexy Boba story. I wanted Boba to show some softness without being totally OOC.  There’s still a little bit of dom!Boba vibes in one part if you squint. (The man knows what he wants.) Established relationship, but first time together.

Boba spent most of the day walking around, hearing complaints of citizens and solving problems. While he was always happy to give people his time, today he had a hard deadline in his mind. He walked to your home to pick you up for dinner. He had an entire evening devoted to you and he was not going to miss it. You’d been waiting for him with an excited anxiety that left bubbles in your stomach and a smile on your face. You both met during a festival and he started conversation with you like anyone else. He took an interest in you right away, inviting you over to be a guest at a feast and then inviting you to private dinners. He was friendly but guarded at first. However, once he knew he could trust you, he quickly fell in love.

No sooner had you opened the door for him and he reached out to cup your face and give you a firm kiss.  You walked to the palace together, Fennec following from a respectful distance. 

Dinner was exquisite as always. The droids always had your seat all the way at the other end of the table, but Boba insisted they move it so he could have you close. The food was beyond delicious, but your favorite part was when he pulled you close and left rapid fire kisses on your cheek as dessert was served.

“Stay tonight,” he said after you both finished eating.  It was part question, part suggestion, and all hopeful. Boba always slept alone. Despite all the women who might have wanted to spend the night, you noticed he always went to bed alone. This was no small invitation.

“I’d love to,” you replied with a soft smile. 

He walked you to his room. It was huge. The bed could easily fit three Wookies, there were mints and water on the nightstand, and his bacta tank was there as well as a very large tub. There was no lack of pillows, blankets, and towels. It felt a bit overwhelming. 

Boba walked over to one corner of the room and started taking his armor off while adding, “We can do as much or as little as you want.”

He seemed almost naked without his armor, despite the fact that he was fully clothed. He took his shirt off and you couldn’t help but stare. He was incredibly handsome and you wondered how he got some of his scars.  He turned to you again, noticing your staring and grinned at you, taking your hand and guiding you toward the bed. 

Sitting next to you he asked, “Are you comfortable, cyar’ika?” You nodded and he kissed your cheek. “And do you know that I desire you? In every way?”

He knew what he wanted and it hadn’t escaped your own mind that you’d love to throw him on the bed and have your way with him. Feeling a little bolder you replied, “The feeling is mutual. I want you.”

You cupped his face and kissed him deeply, both of you closing your eyes as you tasted the last bit of sweetness from dessert.  You ran your hands up and down his chest, trying to memorize every contour. Age didn’t take away from his strength, but you sensed a well-earned confidence in how he carried himself and tonight was no different.  You reached for his buckle and he was all too happy to be rid of the rest of his clothes. You greedily rubbed your hands over his thighs, then teasing his length as you caressed his skin.

“No fair for you to be covered up,” he whispered in your ear. “Come now, let me see your gorgeous body.”  You slowly took off your outer layer of clothes and his strong hands found their way around your waist. He cupped a breast through your bra and reached down to help you out of the rest of your clothes. It had been awhile since anyone saw you naked, but you loved this man and he was practically worshiping you.

“Let me see those perfect tits,” he growled with a loving smile.  You smiled back and he unhooked your bra, letting you breasts fall freely over your belly. Boba looked at you and let out a low moan. He leaned in to kiss your neck and held you close to him. As he squeezed every inch of your belly, holding and sucking each breast, pulling your middle close and holding all of you, you reached down to stroke his cock.  He closed his eyes at the movement of your hand over his velvet skin. 

He collected himself for a minute and nibbled your earlobe, adding, “I want to make you come on my mouth and hand before my cock even fucks your pussy. How would you like that?”  

You couldn’t deny the jolt that immediately surged to your core. “I’d love that.”

“Then let me help you out of these.” He slipped you out of your underwear and pushed you back onto the bed.  There you were, splayed out for him covered in nothing. He couldn’t keep his hands off your thick waist, hips, and thighs.  He was kneading and feeling every ounce of you that he could. You got some kisses in, but then he traveled further down your body, leaving a trail of kisses on your breasts, belly, and thighs.  You clung to any inch of him that you could, wanting to feel him as much as he was feeling you.  You were still getting used to feeling so exposed and your slight tremble didn’t go unnoticed.

“Are you cold,” he asked.

“Not really,” you replied. “I just haven’t done this in awhile.”

Boba kissed the inside of your knee and crawled back up to your side. 

“I haven’t either,” he replied. “But you have nothing to fear. You’re the fire that lights my heart. My mesh’la. Beautiful queen. I can’t get enough of you.”  He kissed your lips slowly at first, but his tongue became more urgent and whatever worries you had started melting away, replaced by the question of what his tongue could do against your throbbing cunt. He made his way back down between your legs and now it almost felt like teasing.

“Keep your legs spread for me,” he said. “I want to see all of you.” You lay back on the pillow and let him get to work. His thick fingers slowly prodded your outer folds, separating them, and revealing your clit. He started licking with the flat of his tongue, not holding back on your folds and the little nub. He wrapped each arm around a leg to hold you steady and open for him. He started lapping up every inch of your pussy. One thick finger traced around your entrance, causing you to moan his name. You arched your hips forward and pressed his finger into you. The feeling was delicious and you couldn’t stop yourself from tightening as he added a second finger and entered further.  He fucked you with his fingers for awhile, starting slow and building up the pace. He took his mouth off your clit, leaving kisses along your thighs, and making you whine. Despite the loss of contact with his mouth, his fingers were hitting the perfect spot.  As he built you toward your climax he buried his face in you again, sucking on your clit.  Your vocalizations started increasing, but you tried to hold back.

“I want to hear all of it,” he said. “I want to hear you when I make you come.”

His tongue firmly stroked your clit once more as his fingers worked their magic. It was only moments until you cried out his name, orgasm crashing through your body.  Boba worked you through each wave and eased off as you came down from your high.  He moved further up on the bed to lay next to you.

“That was amazing,” you said, still feeling waves of euphoria.

“A good man knows how to feast,” he said with a wicked smile, licking his lips. “But I’m afraid I’m not done with you yet.”  Your heart raced at the thought. You hoped you could keep up, but wanted more. He positioned himself above you, between your legs, lining up his cock.

“Boba,” you said, running your hands along his shoulders. “I want you.”

“Then I’m all yours,” he replied, pushing himself inside you with a groan. Your hips arched up to meet his and this time you didn’t stifle your cries of pleasure as he started thrusting in and out of you.  After quickly finding a rhythm he lay closer to you, practically laying on top of you, reaching for every bit of you he could. He placed a breast in his mouth, letting his tongue play with your nipple as he fucked you. He made sure to give each equal attention.  You held on to his strong back, rubbing circles over his muscles as he pounded into you. You found each other intoxicating and it didn’t take long before you felt another orgasm creep up on you.  Boba kissed your lips and looked into your eyes before you moaned in ecstasy. He wasn’t far behind, and rested his forehead on yours as he buried himself inside you and painted your walls.

You laid there for quite some time. Your bodies seemed to melt into each other and the mattress as you caught your breath. Boba was nestled against you, holding you like he wanted all of you at once. You traced patterns on his back and noticed you’d never seen him so relaxed before.  Finally deciding to stir, he looked up at you and smiled. 

“Wow,” you said. He let out a low chuckle.  He nuzzled his nose against the side of your face and planted a firm kiss on your cheek. Not saying anything, he got up to get a towel to clean you both off. 

That night you laid in his arms as you fell asleep. Although you adjusted your positions in your sleep, he always had an arm around you in some way and you woke up with him spooning you.  You smiled to yourself. The heat of a new day was starting to pour over the palace, but the room was somehow the perfect temperature. You felt him take a deep breath behind you, but didn’t want to wake him, so you placed your hand over where his sat against your middle. The night before played in your head and you couldn’t deny that you would love another round. More than that, you could lay with him like this forever. It wasn’t about the palace or all the luxuries. You’d have been just as happy had he stayed with you in your small home and regular bed. Being with him was the best feeling. 

You weren’t sure how much time passed before you felt him stir behind you. More than that, you felt him half hard against your ass cheeks until he rolled on to his back. You rolled over to kiss his neck, looking to cuddle some more.  He blinked through a tired smile.  He silently searched your eyes and you felt a certain vulnerability from him.  He reached for the water on the table next to the bed and popped a morning mint.  He offered you one and you accepted. Immediately they fizzled in your mouth, leaving a satisfying tingle. 

“Do you have any plans for this morning,” you asked.

“If I’m honest, I would like to stay in bed as late as possible. Much was accomplished yesterday and I think I’ve earned the right to stay here a bit longer.”

“Then what do you think about some more action,” you asked, reaching for his still half hard cock. 

“Show me what you’ve got, mesh’la.” 

You reached for another mint and before it could completely fizzle away, you took his cock in your mouth. Boba gasped at the sensation as he leaned back, resting on the headboard as you sucked on him. He tasted slightly salty after last night and you swirled your tongue around the head. You cupped his balls with one hand while your other firmly massaged his leg.  You took as much of him in as you could, bobbing your head.

“So good,” was all he could say as he closed his eyes and his head fell back.  One of his hands came to rest on the back of your head, simply wanting to feel you in any way he could.  His cock stood tall and you hollowed your cheeks to increase the feeling.

He asked you to pause briefly so you could adjust position, laying side by side. While you sucked him off, he wanted to play with your pussy.  You moaned on his cock while he fingered you. He was pleased you were already wet, getting even harder at the thought of you being turned on while giving such divine attention to him.  You could feel his balls start to tighten and he asked you to stop. 

“Not yet,” he said, continuing to play with you.  You looked up at him, smiling at the fascinated look on his face as he watched his digits work.  Once you started moaning, he pulled away. The loss of sensation wouldn’t be too long. 

“I want to take you from behind, cyar’ika.” You were finding that he wasn’t shy about stating what he wanted and you were more than fine with that. You knew where you stood with Boba and never had to worry he wasn’t being upfront with you. That this translated to the bedroom was all the more wonderful.  Hearing the ways he wanted to enjoy your body and let you enjoy his was thrilling. 

You got on all fours and he kneeled behind you, kissing your lower back before rubbing your pussy with his cock a few times and entering you. He let out a groan as he started fucking you and immediately your body started tightening around him in the best way.  His balls gently slapped your folds with each thrust.  He leaned down to hug your wide waist as he started thrusting faster.  With one hand he reached forward to hold and caress your tit.  His hands had rough skin, but were strong and confident in their movements. He wanted to have all of you all at once.  With each movement, you got closer to your peak before you finally called out his name as euphoria swept through you. Two more thrusts and he was there with you, whispering your name as he came inside you. 

While you came down from your respective highs, your limbs felt a little wobbly.  Boba helped you lay down. He held your face in his hands and kissed your lips. Once you felt steadier, you both got into the bathtub to clean off.  You washed each other, both enjoying the simple feeling of caring for one another. 

“Fennec will no doubt be here soon with some work of some kind,” he said, as you rinse soap off his back. “Will you spend the night more often? Or stay with me?” 

You nodded with a “yes” and the biggest smile on your face. There were some things to figure out, but you loved him and wanted to be with him no matter where you were.

Tagging: @staycalmandhugaclone @dukeoftheblackstar

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Please, imagine if you will, cockwarming the Duro boys + Hondo

Cad Bane, Shriv Suurgav, and Hondo Ohnaka get a cockwarming.

Explicit / 18+

Warnings: PiV, double-penetration in Bane's case, kissing, not really any biting, sorry, but some use of teeth, care-taking, comfort.

Notes: Shriv is a little more confident in himself in his ficlet, and it's really sexy (imho), though he still self-deprecates a bit. Bane denies help and is a bit of an egotistical bastard. Hondo is a sweetheart and indulges you with pure fluff.

*I know cockwarming has nothing to do with actually being cold, however with the Duros boys, it just worked out that way because I headcanon they are cold-blooded.

Word count total: 4.3+

Kinktober-ish? 🎃

“It’s so cold in here,” you said, digging in your pack for something warm to wear. Cad Bane sneered at you as he fiddled with the temperature regulator.

You were a bounty hunter, joining him on a job. It wouldn’t be the first time you had worked with Bane, and you felt you could remotely trust him.

It was a two-person gig, out on Ord Mantell. A Devaronian pirate was to be brought in for a heavy sum. He was elusive, well-armed, and known to kill on sight. It had been your idea to ask him for his help. While you were no amateur, Cad Bane had unmatched skills. He was sure to be of use, no matter how high the price.

“Todo! Ah thought Ah told ye te fix dhis dang-blamed thing,” he grumbled out, the little service droid’s fingers tapping anxiously together as his other servos grinded to a halt. He was beside himself in nervousness, and a form of agitation that bordered human. It was a humorous thing to watch, as the two made quite a team despite their bickering.

“Yes, well, you see, the thermostat is broken, and I did mention that you should purchase a new one the next time we landed, but perhaps you did not hear me. Oh no...” Todo continued with what seemed like real concern, “do you need your ears checked, Mr. Bane? Can you hear me now?”

You found it hard to suppress a laugh, Bane’s eyes constricting as he turned to face his droid. “I’d be blessed not t’hear ya’! Mebbe I’ll jus’ use you fer de parts,” he shot back, one finger pointing, punctuating his sour words.

“I am afraid you won’t find the right components to make the repairs. I am a techno-service droid, not a subassembly of a rather cheaply designed life-support system. Honestly sir, you should think about upgrading the-”

“Pushin’ yer luck, Todo…” Bane seethed, Todo ambulating out and beyond the cockpit rather awkwardly. He knew better than to keep speaking out of turn. He boosted himself down the narrow corridor, off to find better things to do.

“He was only trying to help. Aren’t you the one who programmed him?” you asked, amused. The hunter finally turned his crimson glare on you.

“Left ‘im how Ah found ‘im. Few tweaks ‘ere an’ dhere. Didn’ program ‘im te be’a nuisance,” he corrected you.

You shrugged, your body shivering. The coldness of deep space did not take long to set within your bones. You motioned towards the holomap. “How long until we’re there?”

Bane sighed, pushing the brim of his hat up from off his forehead and an intriguing metal plate. He pinched the center of his brow, seeming to be irritated at everything, including you right now.

“Couple a hours. Betta’ get some shut eye, yer gonna needit.”

You scrutinized the man, then turned to do just that. It was better than simply standing there, aggravating the Duros further.

***

You woke up restless. You had tossed and turned through half of what you thought was night. You took a breath, seeing your own exhale within the biting air of the ship. It was frigid!  

You had taken to Bane’s spare bunk, but his was empty. You checked your chronometer. Several hours had come to pass; you thought it odd he did not follow his own advice. You rose and exited, remaining barefoot and forgoing anything but your crop top and black pants. You tip-toed through the ship, finding your way back toward the cockpit.

The moment the automated doors parted, Bane withdrew one LL-30 blaster. It was aimed directly at you, though the hunter was seated in his pilot’s chair. You raised your arms in defense, he relented and replaced the weapon. You noted his movements were slow and feeble – Cad Bane was not himself.

He swiveled round, bothering to ignore your presence now, though he grit his fangs, emitting a sharp reprimand. “Don’ sneak up on me!”

His own breath came out in frosty puffs – something was wrong, it was obvious. Though, to get him to admit it would be like pulling teeth. Still, you had to try. “Bane, are you all right?”

He tensed up at the question. He wasn’t used to being asked about his well-being. He was silent for a moment, his response more subdued than you would have guessed. “Fine,” he answered, still somewhat vexed.

“You don’t look fine,” you commented, walking up beside him. His scales were discolored and pale in hue – you remembered reading something about Duros. They were humanoid, though reptile. They could not regulate their own body temperature. Though Cad Bane wore an insulated suit, it seemed not to be enough. You cautiously skirted his captain’s chair and made him look at you face-to-face. “You’re cold, aren’t you.”

“S-so whut. We’ll be dhere soon. Nothin’ I cahn’t handle,” he snapped at you.

You timidly reached out a hand. You were deliberate on purpose. You wanted the hunter to see you were not a threat as you gently cupped his lower jaw below his breathing apparatus. “You’re freezing.”

“De thermostate's busted, what de ye exspec’?” he retorted grouchily, shifting his gaze away from you as he tried to shirk your grasp. He waved you off with a gloved hand of his own, though it had been rather short-lived and half-hearted.

You did not speak. He leered at you as you stared back. For a moment you saw beyond his tough exterior and into the soul beneath. He was just a man, callous around the edges. He was a killer, that much was true, but at this very moment he looked… pathetic.

You were overcome with something, an urge to help, but also an urge to warm him. Being human, your blood was tepid, and you knew you could provide him heat. “Let me help you, please.”

“Don’ need yer help!” he was quick to turn you down, winding his arms around himself.

You did not let this deter you. You crept forward and straddled yourself across his thighs. His eyes narrowed beneath his hat, the Duros regaining enough strength to encapsulate your face. His fingers bore into your dainty chin; you did not react to it. He eyed you beneath the wide brim of his bolero, studying, observing, smelling you and your sudden, unmistakable arousal.

“Ah know what it is yer afta’,” he smirked, one snaggletooth exposed by the curling of his lip. “Duros dick,” he surmised.

You kissed him gingerly, peppering him across his mouth, his cheek, his neck; those parts left exposed to you as your hand wandered downward and began to unbutton and unzip his pants. “Body heat,” you managed to get out, “you’re a Duros, I’m a Human. It makes sense. I don’t want you to freeze to death.”

“Ain’ dhat somethin’,” he ridiculed and mocked you. “Givin’ a shit about lil’ ol’ me.”

“You’re a good shot. I need you alive,” you pleaded, your mouth now hungry for the taste of him, though he sat stalk still as you withdrew his unique members -  there were… two of them?

You gasped out in surprise. He outright laughed, a snide guffaw of derision and disdain, a snort, for lack of a better word, though he lacked a nose upon his surly countenance. “Surprise,” he snarled at you.

Your hand was sticky with his slick. You took him by surprise this time. You shoved your pants down, then lubricated yourself with his slippery byproduct.

You gathered up both his dual girths in the palm of your bare hand. You mashed them together closely, creating a double-headed spear with which to impale yourself. You made eye contact with him as this shut him up quite well, sliding down one centimeter at a time as you began taking in all of him.

He stared in disbelief as you whimpered at the feel, your cunt stretching malleably to accommodate his dicks. His brow ridge twitched as he sucked in a raspy breath, his whole body rigid, stiff,  until he finally started to relax.

“Tight as dhat ass ye got,” he said offhandedly, one arm roving below as he clasped the meat of your posterior.

With each tiny movement of yourself atop his cocks, you found yourself groaning, whining, and making other involuntary sounds. You wrapped your arms around the Duros, pinning him against your chest the best you could. You buried your hot breath against his neck and across his shoulder.

You pussy clenched around him doubly penetrating you though it had been  your doing, elated gasps indicating that even staying so stationary was almost too much for you to handle. “It hurts, but it feels so good,” you confessed to him.

Bane growled, low, churlish, a deep-seated rumble rising from the depths of his Durosian vocals. He pushed himself further into your snug loins, your shapely body, and your curves. He reveled in the scent of you as he began to absorb your warmth.

“Stay like dhat an’ don’ move,” he commanded you, hips jutting forward so that his cocks distended you from the inside out. The pressure was intense, causing you to murmur your euphoria in a form of protest. Your belly felt delightfully swollen, and your mind was overflowing with endorphins.

“Oo-ooh.” A sound of pleasure escaped you in a broken pant, his ribs and crests pushing you towards the brink of an orgasm.  You had only done this to warm him up, though you had to admit you had been curious. Your plush lips found their way once more to his thin line of a mouth. “Kiss me,” you pleaded with him.

Bane teased you with a gloved finger, thrusting it between your teeth instead of his cool tongue, his coloration darkening as your body worked its mammalian magic on him. It was like you had a built-in heater, and now that you were here, Bane would take advantage of every bit of you.

He shifted, grabbed you by the waist and forced you down, his phalli ending at the base of your vaginal canal as he bottomed out.  

You touched the protrusion within your walls as he split you open, massaging the tautness of your abdomen as you moaned again. You hovered there, sitting flush across his lap as you licked your lips, so close to drooling on yourself. You thought you could stay like this forever, drunk off his Duros dicks, feeling full and satisfied, a blissful look overtaking your entire face, settling deep into your eyes.

“Looks like ye’ve bitten off more dhan ye cahn chew, lil’ lady,” Bane quipped salaciously, grinning like a man possessed by something cruel, like egotism. His teeth dredged themselves across your ear; he rattled out a hiss; his hand adjoined yours, finding the outline of himself within your innards - then he pressed against it, albeit softly, just to be a total bastard.

“Mmmmmn… Mhmm…” you cooed right back to him before you stole another kiss.

You were stationed on Hoth. You were a part of the Rebellion’s ground forces. You were on the lookout for the enemy from dusk till dawn, and so was Shriv Suurgav, though he was out of his element - he was supposed to be a pilot.

The general had decided he would best serve a purpose in the here and now. Suurgav was Spec Ops, and they needed all the help that they could get. His X-wing lay in wait some distance from the base – he was expecting to be signaled, or else to make a hasty retreat.

It was time to switch. Two other soldiers came to relieve you from your post, but something was wrong. The sweet Duros was nearly frozen.

You both had protective snow gear, layers upon layers of insulation, and boots with tread, but even so, Shriv looked worse for wear. You had known him for far too long to see him suffer. In fact, you had hid your feelings from him.

Perhaps now was as good a time as any to confess, for you both could perish any day now at the butt end of a trooper’s blaster, or a Sith Lord’s lightsaber – Darth Vader.

The poor thing’s fangs were a chatter as you both headed down the narrow hall towards the meager barracks. This base had many rooms, and you were sure to be alone, if only for one or two moments of reprieve.

“Shriv, come with me,” you whispered to him, guiding him through the corridor. You passed Echo Base’s center of command, spying both Han and Princess Leia bickering.

“Thosse two are at it again,” Shriv spoke between his shivers, though he was surprised at the firm grip you had upon his hand. He could feel the warmth of your human skin radiating outwardly, despite the gloves that housed his particularly lengthy fingers.

“Where are you taking me?” he asked with anxious curiosity. You glanced backward at him to see a look of trepidation, his face haggard, long, and nearly frostbitten.

“To get warm, silly.” You smiled at him, and he somewhat loosened up. It wasn’t that he was actually apprehensive, but he tended to err on the side of caution, no matter what the situation called for.

“That’s awfully nice of you,” he said casually, making conversation. “Just how do you plan to do that when we’re stationed on a planet literally made of ice?”

“You’ll see,” you said cheekily, pausing by the entrance while you waited the few seconds for the automated door to open – you were surprised it hadn’t frozen solid, but luck was in your favor, if only just this once.

Once inside, you sat Shriv down. You removed your gloves and pressed your tepid hands against his frigid scales, warming his scarred cheeks with the aid of your own body heat.

The Duros sighed out a frosty breath, red eyes heavy-lidded and drooping in contentment. Though he thought this was rather wonderful, he was suddenly befuddled.

“Thiss is all well and good and all, but I don’t see why-” You cut the Duros off. You massed your lips gently against his mouth. You cradled his striking jawline in the slopes of your bare palms. He gasped out a flustered breath, nearly jumping backwards. You held him firmly – that’s when he melted into your soft touch.

You perched yourself astride his lap. His shoulders slumped in mild surrender before he wrapped his arms about you. He kissed you back – it was more than you could have hoped for. His own lips were thin, but his icy tongue was playful and explorative.

You took it a step further. You moved one hand steadily downward. You fumbled with the closure of his trousers, the Duros’ eyes bolting open as they had closed to enjoy the moment.

“Swe-sweetheart, I’m not sure what it is you’re after, but…” Shriv trailed off, searching your sultry gaze. You leaned forward towards him and murmured in his ear.

“Your cock,” you professed plainly, his scales bristling as your words sent a surge of something foreign from the top of his bulbous head to the bottoms of his toes.

“Wh-what?” he gaped at you as you physically pursued him. His eyes roved downward as he intently watched you, though he didn’t bother to try and put a stop to it. He was hard, even in this angry weather. No matter how cold Suurgav was, you were pleased to learn he was able to perform at a moment’s notice.

“Shhh,” you cooed, attempting to placate him, “let me warm it for you.”

He was at a loss. He blinked once, mouth partially hanging open. You took this as an invitation, withdrawing his alien anatomy to be grasped securely by your curling fist.

His dick was thick, spined, and ridged. He had a slick, but you had your own. You were already so wet, for Suurgav turned you on – he just did it for you, and it was something that you could not control.

You undid the clasp of your own pants, pushing the waistband down to rest just below your hips. You lifted yourself up, then gradually, inch by inch, started to take his cock.

Oh, and it felt so good. You had to curb your innate desire to rise and full on ride him. Your pussy involuntarily clenched as you whimpered at the size of him.

Shriv’s breath caught in his chest as his body crumpled forward. He gathered you right up like you were a precious object, or something delicate. He clutched you to himself as he moaned against your neck, burying himself below your ear. He thought he might just cum right now if you even so much as moved another muscle.

“It’s so soft, and warm, and-” he humbly commented, his speech muffled across your throat. You thought you sensed something; his fangs had grazed you and it had felt so perfect.

“Lie back, Shriv,” you urged him quietly.

“I don’t think I can move,” he informed you honestly, “Or I’m gonna-”

“Just take it slow,” you encouraged him, pushing back against him with the full weight of your buxom form.

He complied, unwinding his arms from around your frame. He sank back on his hands first, then lied down flat. You tipped your shapely body forward, the rest of you still clothed and cozy. You dug your knees into the bed, then wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

You planted little kisses, nuzzling your nose in against his pale blue flesh. You canted your entire self a little to the right, then did your best to bring Suurgav along for the short-lived ride.

“Mmph…” he interjected, losing himself and all his wits. This had been totally unexpected, but there was not much he could truly complain about.

“You’re insane, I think. That, or you’re just really desperate,” he contended. “I know something about desperation,” he added after the fact, arbitrarily.

“No,” you faintly spoke, though not bothering to stir. The only thing you did was pull him in closer to you. “I’ve always had a thing for you.”

“Is that sso? Lucky me,” he affirmed nonchalantly, though he hugged you tightly, burrowing his rostrum amongst your standard-issue hat and your loose strands. “If this is a dream, might I suggest never waking me up,” he stated dryly.

Your cheeks flushed red as you shifted incrementally, feeling the fullness of his girth against your inner walls. You serried your hips into him, just to indulge in the bulge inside your guts.

“You can stay as long as you like,” you reassured him, licking a hot stripe just below his chin to the cusp of his ear canal.

The Duros shuddered; he barely contained a rush of nervous laughter. He muttered throatily, emitting a deep-rooted rumble to seal the deal. “Home, sweet home...”  he snickered, rocking forward to sheath himself more deeply.

You exhaled a breathy gasp, for you almost came.

“Stay still, please,” you begged of him. You encased him in a snug embrace, binding him in the tangle of your limbs.

“Yes, ma’am,” he purred, nipping the lobe of your fleshy ear. “Can’t take a taste of your own medicine, I see.”

You awoke to the unique feel of a Weequay kissing you, his breath hot and temperate across the bare flesh of your shoulder. You were lying naked beneath the blankets after a night of excessive lovemaking, having found your way into the Pirate King’s plush bed.

It was luxurious, and he spared no expense. It wasn’t that he had to, all these things were bought with stolen credits, or money earned on less than legal business ventures. You were not one to judge, as you were no saint yourself. You had been a call girl, an exotic dancer, until Hondo had whisked you away from your cantina on Nar Shadda.

The bar had been owned and operated by a Hutt. This one in particular had favored you, but so had Hondo. He pulled some strings, did some mild-mannered convincing, his assuasive, persuasive voice enough to acquit a criminal from their past misdeeds – it would only take Ohnaka to save them with his charming intonations.

You were hooked, like a fish who had been baited, and Hondo was addicted to you. You were not sure why the Force had deemed it so, for you were nothing more than a lowly entertainer.

There must have been something there for the way Hondo pressed your form against himself, his leathery skin cool to the touch and almost reptilian. You pretended not to rouse; you were enjoying this too much, Hondo’s gentle hands caressing and tactually belauding your waist and hips.

He had thrown caution to the winds, for you had tempted him. He was an expert orator, on top of a dashing scoundrel. You decided not to question it. You were not sure you wanted to know the answer. Hondo had a reputation for being partial to hosts of women.

Still, it was nice to think you might be special, even if he tired of you after another full rotation. You purred out a pleasing sound, finally stirring from your drowsy daze.

“Good morning, dearest,” he spoke pruriently in your ear, his voice practically indecent for all the goosepimples it administered.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked of you, one ribbed finger tracing the outline of your figure beneath the sheets. He tantalized you with a simple touch, causing you to grind the protuberance of your ass against his already hardening cock.

“I barely slept at all, but that’s your fault,” you teased, gathering the man up by his hands and coercing him to wrap his arms around you from behind.

“My apologies,” he offered coolly, yielding to your desires, Hondo cinching his grip around your waist just below your vuluptous breasts. “I did not think you minded at de time.”

You chirped out a girlish laugh, guiding those manicured hands upward. You fitted them atop your tits, coaxing him to squeeze. “I have a mind to go another round, but it’s pleasant just to lie here with you,” you admitted.

“Why not both?” he inquired, roiling out a lecherous murmur from his hairline mouth, fingers manipulating and caressing the doughy tissue of your ample chest.

“I like the sound of that,” you declared with sultry elegance, the pirate beginning the whole affair with more kisses being speckled across your throat and collarbone.

You hummed, Hondo continuing to gently compress one breast, the other hand shifting beneath the sheets as he got ready to align himself.

You adjusted accordingly, lifting one leg up and back to drape across his thigh. Your sex was wet in anticipation, Hondo gingerly inserting his ridged member into your bedewed crevasse.

You moaned in appreciation, sinking your pelvis backward to greet his lap. You felt the tip go in, slowly gliding forthright to fill you to the brim.

You made to ride him, your hips beginning to undulate across his robust cock. It was thick, keeled, and a perfect fit. However, Hondo groped you tightly, forcing you to still.

“No, my love. Let me simply bask en de divine,” he whispered in your ear.

You smiled, taking his suggestion at face value. You reached around yourself, behind your waist to grab his buttocks. You used the firmness of your grasp to propel him gently forward until you were adjoined completely, sighing deeply at the sensation of being coupled with him.

Hondo interjected a licentious sound, holding himself back from spilling his seed within you. Instead, he stroked your hair, impressed his lips to the divot between your shoulders, and clasped you more securely to himself as if he never wanted to let you go.

You understood by now – he wanted to rest inside you as you warmed him.

It was intimate, your void occupied full-up as well as your beating heart. You began to wonder about the Weequay’s reputation. He was so genteel, proper, and refined, yet his men both feared and adulated him. What were you to Hondo? How had you found your way to Florrum?

Your doubts were extinguished as he sucked the salt right off your skin, leaving behind a memory in his wake in the form of broken capillaries. You humbly whined as he left his mark, the pirate mindful of his frills, making sure not to truly harm you on accident.

You toyed with the wispy braid that had found its way to hang and dangle, fingers admiring the texture of his ornate hairstyle. You had asked about it once, it was to denote the passage of time for his kind, one for every year he remained away from his native home.

“Delectable,” he stated dissolutely, remarking on the taste of you.

You craned your head, enough to see his handsome face. In sleep he wore no helmet, no protective goggles – he was just a man, a man you were rapidly falling in love with, for you couldn’t help yourself. Perhaps it was naïve.

You smashed your lips against his in enthusiasm. Your tongues became entwined together. They danced and furled around each other as Hondo thoughtfully massaged your inner sanctum with a flex; a pulsing of his cock full flush against the anterior wall of your twitching cunt.

You spoke his name in lust; this only made him kiss you harder and with more fervor. You pulled away before you were carried off, turning around to settle back into the sheets and downy pillows. “I’ve never been quite this happy,” you confessed.

He refastened his arms around you and relaxed, words muffled against the pecks he placed upon your shoulders and your back. “That sounds like a challenge!  I am one tu think I can make you even happier,” he quipped.

“I’d like to see you try,” you provoked him with a smile.

He ground his hips, his thighs, and his sex right into you, causing you to chirrup as he breathed directly in your ear. You shivered involuntarily, trembling from top to bottom.

“Dat can be arranged," he stated plainly, words tinged with a hint of subtle, good-natured arrogance.

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Post The Mandalorian season 2, Pre-Book of Boba Fett: Din Djarin x Reader

Summary: The universe had a habit of pushing you and the Mandalorian together and tearing you apart at inconvenient times. With the Crest and Grogu gone and how expensive a new ship is, the universe forces the both of you to take on jobs that require you both to be away from each one other for long periods of time. To keep the love you have for one another strong in lonely stretches of space travel and planet-hopping, a compromise is made that tests your relationship.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Open relationships, smut, rough sex, romantic sex, F/F/M threesome (sort of), hook-ups, make-up sex, porn with plot, angst and fluff and smut, porn with feelings, unsafe sex, brief Din/OFC and reader/OMC. If I miss anything let me know!

This is the most romantic, filthiest thing I've ever written and probably not the most romantic filthiest thing I'm capable of writing, so enjoy the ride! The ending is worth it I promise!

Word Count: 7,197

The complication of the present is that there’s always an after. And where there’s an After, there’s a Before. A Before time, a Before moment, a Before person. Before choices affecting the After in ways one couldn’t begin to comprehend, and a cycle that tends to repeat itself.

Before there was Grogu, there was you. You, who took on more odd jobs than Din even knew existed. You, who went into every opportunity and job with enthusiasm that made Din’s reckless choices look like logical plans. You, who grated on his nerves when it was always you who could provide him with what he needed when no one else could. It was like the universe had created your very existence just to be his personal annoyance and greatest confidant. 

It wasn’t until After Grogu that Din was able to truly appreciate your spirit and tenacity. What he once believed to be a nuisance to his very existence was now as comforting as a child’s blanket. Over the years, just like the jobs in your life, things just fell into place not when he wanted them to, but when he needed them to. As if the universe and you were conspiring together to make him miserable and happy all at once. 

It was Before the Razor Crest was destroyed and Grogu had been taken by Moff Gideon when the line between friend and partner started to blend with lover. Underneath dark skies with the vast amount of stars twinkling down on them. Underneath the canopy of trees protecting you from the rain of whichever planet you met up. Underneath galaxies and supernovas and unforgiving suns on desert planets. 

The best job that fell into place after all that time wasn’t working as a translator for some noble or speech writer for a corrupt politician. It was being his missing piece, the very thing that filled the black hole in his heart right next to the one that Grogu filled. He thought when he got the kid back, the After would be you and him and the green bean finding a new ship and traveling off into the great, wide void, happily ever after. Wherever the universe took them, they’d go willingly.

He hadn’t expected such a different After.

Din hadn’t expected Grogu to be taken from him the moment he got him back. Din hadn’t expected to inherit a dead planet. Din hadn’t expected to be broke with no son and no covert to go back to and no Creed. If the universe worked so hard and for so long for his clan of three to be together, then why was it working so hard to keep them apart again?

That’s how you went back to the original Before. The Before where you took on more odd jobs than Din knew existed. The Before where he was nothing but a cold bounty hunter, married to his Creed. The Before where the universe was cruel and annoyed him and put everything it possibly could in his path to make him absolutely miserable. 

But it wasn’t as bad as the original Before. Sort of. He still had you. 

After Grogu was reunited with the Jedi, after Din inherited a dead planet, after the Crest was blown up and everything he knew crumbled in his hands; he begrudgingly agreed to buy a small property on whatever planet you both could afford. It would serve as a home base while you found work and saved enough to buy a ship and finally have that After you both originally thought you'd have. The After you both deserved. 

Din reinstated his membership with the Guild and you hustled for whatever job landed in front of you, regardless if it was dangerous or demeaning. It was what started your first major fight, when he found out you had pimped out your body to some rich senator while finishing a different job in Coruscant for enough credits to both feed you for a month and also make a dent in your ship funds. 

Din knew you hadn’t slept with the man out of infidelity, he just wished you had at least talked to him about that option before acting on it. But he also knew it was your body and your choice and he respected it. But that didn’t stop the hurt from taking root in his chest. Or the damage his pride took, knowing that you had to resort to that when he could barely afford public transportation to and from the Guild with a quarry. 

Din knew he was being irrational and cruel. But with the pain from everything the universe had thrown at him in the Aftermath of losing it all, Din took up a job through the guild that would pay almost as much as pimping yourself out had but would also keep him away from you for a number of months. Something he had agreed not to do, the both of you coming to the conclusion that no amount of money was worth being too far from one another for too long.

But the Aftermath left him hurt and hollow and prideful, and with very little communication, he took off one morning while you were still asleep for the bounty that would keep him away from you for a few months.

He watched Jakku, the only fucking planet he could afford to even buy you a house on, grew smaller and smaller and his heart ached worse and worse with every mile wedged between you two. Din regretted the way he left instantly, knowing you’d wake up cold in your shared bed to an empty house with half the armory gone. No goodbye, no lingering hugs or Keldabe kisses…

When the first month crept around the corner, Din was miserable. He missed you so much. He missed your gentle touches and laughter and the way you made the morning caf better than him. He missed the Crest and his son and his independence. He hated every transport ship he had to take, but he’d remember how you sold your body and the hurt and anger had him suck up the discomfort and pain and the yearning he had for you.

That was what might’ve led him to nearly make a horrible mistake.

He had finally caught the quarry after two months of playing cat and mouse. Din had cut off the man’s head, as he had done with other quarries, and stuffed it in a burlap bag. His adrenaline was high, chest heaving from the kill, and that was when he ran into her.

She was a random woman on some random planet but god, she looked so much like you. Same hair length and color, same face shape and lips… but the eyes were all wrong. They didn't have the same comfort and soul yours did, regardless if the color was close.  

She had come on to him and Din had been so close to bending her over and fucking her on a crate in an alleyway at the transportation hub waiting for his ship to Nevarro. He had his hand on her back, pressing her into the crate, other hand going for his zipper. 

Din had abruptly left like a phantom before he could go any further, shame washing over him. The trip to the Guild felt like it was mocking him with how slow it was, almost as if it purposefully was making him have to think about how badly he almost fucked up and how badly he had fucked up leaving you behind without saying goodbye and only checking in here and there. And it was equally slow going home.

Getting off the transport ship when he got back to Jakku was a blur. A blur of racing off the ship before everyone else and grabbing his weapons from the cargo hold and racing home as the sun was setting.

You had been folding laundry when Din more or less kicked the door open. You promptly dropped the clothes, hand going to the blaster you keep at your hip at all times, but he was there before you could touch the weapon.

Din crushed you to him, all the pain being replaced with a yearning he only had for you.

He didn’t bother waiting. He took you right there, pressed against the wall. Then he had you bent over the couch, on top of the table, in the shower with the lights off, and in your shared bed. Din couldn’t get enough of you, your smell, your taste. He fucked and whispered his apologies into your body all night long, your gasps and moans your only response.

He was finally home in every sense of the word, but the guilt sat heavily on his shoulder.

“I almost made a horrible mistake,” he whispered into the night, flat on his back with you curled under his arm and splayed over his bare chest. Din blankly stared up at the ceiling, fruitless with the pitch darkness of the room. You drew circles into his skin with your fingers, quietly waiting for him to elaborate.

Din swallowed the lump in his throat and told you about his trip, his frustrations, how sorry he was for leaving the way he had. That he understood now you did what you had to do for both of your well beings. He told you about the quarry and the adrenaline rush and how it almost lead to his infidelity.

Your hand stopped its movement and Din could’ve cried. He wanted to snatch your hand as you drew it away and place it on his heart instead and keep it there forever. But he let you retract your hand and felt you sit up in the darkness.

The years Before and After let him know that you were looking at him, even if you couldn’t see him, and he with you. But he didn’t feel judgment nor pain, just empathy and melancholy. Din felt you straddle his waist and his hands immediately rested on the dips in your hips, stroking the naked skin there.

It was then, in the After of his mistake and your fight, you proposed a proposition. One he never thought you or he would ever consider, especially not with a shaky voice.

“I think we need to reconsider the long distant jobs. I know we don’t want to be apart, but with the money you brought in and how much more we could if we both did…”

Now it was Din’s turn to trace circles into your skin, listening with a patience he didn’t know he had.

“I’m sorry I hurt you by selling myself. I didn’t think… I didn’t…”

Din sat up and captured you in a kiss that he hoped conveyed just how much he loved and forgave you. When he pulled away, he gently placed his forehead against yours as your voice drops to a whisper.

“I think we should consider taking on longer jobs. Just until we can save up for maybe a small ship, then a bigger one. Just work our way up. What we have now isn’t working as fast as we want and I don’t want that to hurt us... our relationship... our future..."

You splayed your hand on his chest, basking in the warmth of his breath tickling your face.

“And…I think until we can have the same stability we had on the Crest… and as long as you’re comfortable with it... maybe it might be best for us to have an open relationship?”

You had waited for his response and Din let the idea buzz around in his head in silence. He didn’t really want anyone else, just you. But the months away and the loneliness of the job and space… He thought back to the woman who looked like you but wasn’t you and imagined himself fucking her with no guilt. It made him hard thinking about it and he felt you giggle and wiggle around in his lap. Din slapped your ass to keep you still.

Din didn’t want anyone but you, but if he could have guilt free relief when he needed it, he would be okay with it. But the idea of you with another man made his blood boil. And as if sensing that, you pulled him into a long kiss and grinned into his lap.

“It doesn’t have to be forever, just for now. Until we get a ship, until we can settle somewhere else without worrying about money... just for now, okay?”

“Okay, but I think we should establish some rules.”

“Agreed.”

The rules were simple: Don’t fuck friends and don’t fuck people the both of you know. Check in regularly regardless if either of you take on a partner, and whoever warms your bed comes second to your relationship. If anything changes, everything needs to be put on hold until a conversation could be held, and always have implants checked and yourselves tested for STDs if going in raw. Unplanned pregnancies or health issues will be dealt with accordingly, together, regardless of the outcome.

It was easy enough, but Din knew he only wanted you. That anyone he bedded would never replace you, and he knew you felt the same way. 

It wasn’t long before you both took on jobs that kept you away from each other for about a month, then two months. Din had been good, not really feeling the need to have a partner. 

But a new rule was added when he got home and found out in those two months you had bedded a partner and his jealousy got the better of him: don’t talk about your partners without being prompted. It wasn’t your fault, you were excited to show Din a new thing you had learned in the bedroom, but his jealousy spoiled the first evening home you two had together in months and he regretted it. The self-loathing alone kept him up all night, "sleeping" on the couch. 

The tension was still there when you both left for your next jobs, and he held onto the guilt when he found a partner himself after being gone again for two months. He made it up to you with the new oral technique his fling had taught him, you not asking where he learned it, but taking the knowledge better than he would've. Better than he had reacted previously.

That’s how you found yourself eight months after the original agreement, four months into your own job with two more months to go, squeezed into a tiny corner of an alleyway in broad daylight with an absolutely gorgeous Mirialan fucking into you like you’re the last lay he’ll have in his lifetime. With only his fly open and your pants pulled down enough for him to get the job done, but otherwise fully clothed.

The man was technically your employer, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Was it ethical? No, but you couldn't care less. He had hired you on as a bookkeeper for the historic collection he was transporting from one planet's museum to the next in the same galaxy. You had maybe three more planets to hop on your trip, and lately, all you could think of was Din. You were lonely, horny, and wanted your tin can man. But after the first month, and noticing the Mirialan show interest in you, you risked it all to hop into bed with him.

You had just talked to Din that morning, the both of you catching up on your regular weekly calls. A month ago Peli had called with the promise of a ship for cheap. It hadn’t been a Razor Crest like Din had hoped when he went to check it out without you, but it was something. And after a long talk, it was agreed upon that the N1 Starfire was a good enough ship for either of you to use when the other can take a transport ship. 

It would bring in more credits and opportunities, things you couldn’t afford to lose out on. Especially when you were so close to being able to get the fuck off of Jakku and sell your house for something hopefully far better on a planet that wasn't riddled with thieves and scum. And you wouldn’t have to worry about being apart any longer. The After you both craved and wanted. But before you could achieve that, the Mirialan's cock ramming into you reminded you that you’re still in the Before part of that plan.

A shift behind you had Fas’s large cock hit a more vulnerable spot within you and you couldn’t stop the gasp and moan from escaping your lips. Fas put his hand over your mouth, bending both of your knees farther as he fucked up into you relentlessly. You tried your hardest to keep standing, knees weak, but grateful that the Mirialan had one hand on your hip and the other on your left breast. You clung to his arms, the only anchors keeping you from completely collapsing. 

You wished he had bent you over something or let you lean against the wall, but there was something extremely erotic about being fucked standing doggy style and your guts rearranged in a position you couldn’t do with Din due to his height. Not this easily, at least. And especially not standing up. 

Fas groaned himself as your walls tightened around him and you were dunked into an intense orgasm that made your vision go white. As if he felt your body give, Fas wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace as he pistons into you for another minute then grunts, slapping his hips one last time against you as his hot seed filled you. The warm thickness from it triggered a weaker orgasm that you groaned out, grinding back against him, letting the haze of it drift through you. Mirialan's cum, for whatever reason, was far thicker and hotter than a human's cum. You learned that the first time you slept with him, and the shock of it made you go right into a second intense orgasm that had your limbs trembling for half an hour after. 

“Fuck.”

Fas hissed as he pulled out from you and immediately spread your ass cheeks to get a full view of your pussy. His thumb circled your asshole while he patiently waited for the thickness of his species' cum to reach your entrance and threaten to spill out of you. When he sees the hint of white at your entrance, he sighs and tucks himself back into his pants before he pulls your own back up, gently. He kisses your shoulder, patting you on the bottom, then cupping your clothed cunt as if willing his cum to stay inside of you.

“I won’t lie, I’ll miss your humor, skills, and this sweet pussy.” He rubbed the fabric over your mound and your body jolted from overstimulation, his grin only widening upon seeing and feeling your pants gain a new wet spot.

You roll your eyes and turn around to face him, leaning against the wall for support. When you had explained to Fas your arrangement with Din the first month you considered sleeping with him, Fas had been hesitant in a way that made you swoon at how much of a gentleman the man was to everyone. He reluctantly caved and that’s how you ended up fucking like rabbits whenever the chance arose and loneliness hit, whether it was in the showers of the ship or in an Employees Only portion of the museum, or in a brightly lit corner of an alleyway barely hidden by boxes and a sheet.

“I still can’t believe your Mandalorian is okay with this,” he mumbles to himself as he traces the shape of your cheek, unable to hide the yearning he had for you from his blue eyes. You give him a small smile.

“Unless you want your arm broken, I wouldn't tell him you’re one of my hookups.” Your smile widens at his chuckle, thankful you found someone so charming to shackle up with when the itch needed to be scratched. But it just made you long for Din even more. 

“You really miss him, don’t you?”

“Is it that obvious?”

When Fas took your hand, at first you assumed he wanted another round, but instead he slipped a bag of credits into your hand. It was the rest of what you were owed for the next two months. You stared at him in bafflement and it was his turn to grin at you.

“I’ve accidentally overheard a few of your calls with him," he shrugged. "And never not talk about him, regardless if we’re working or fucking.” His words make you blush. “I’ve got the next two planets, you should be with your Mando.”

“Are you sure?” the shock tightened your chest, filling it with concern and excitable yearning. You reached to give the bag back, but Fas just pushed it back towards you.

“I can tell you miss him, and you’ve been a great asset on the team the last four months, but I've got this. I’m twice divorced and I’d give anything to have someone like you in my life. But I know your heart belongs to this mysterious warrior and I can’t find it in me to keep you apart.” He shrugs, sheepishly. “And I'll admit if you stick out your employment I may find it harder and harder to let you go. So it’s best for you to find your way back to your Mando and let a man wish he had found you first before the warrior had.”

You couldn’t help dragging him into a hug, pouring your gratitude into your squeeze. Before he or you could change your mind, you let him go and ran back to the ship you had called home the last few months to collect your things. And before you could blink, you were on the next flight back to Jakku, giddy knowing you’d be surprising your Mandalorian with your presence for the first time in three months.

And that’s how you found yourself walking in on Din balls deep in an absolutely stunning Pantoran. Her indigo skin shone in the dim lighting, head yanked back as Din gripped her lavender hair tightly in his fist. She was still mostly clothed, pants shoved down enough to get the job done, shirt pushed up and bra band down to expose perk breasts that bounced with each hard thrust Din gave her. 

He took her from behind like a wild animal, pressing her into the wall in front of them, the rhythmic wet slaps of their bodies connecting honestly impressive. Din hadn’t noticed you come in, his head thrown back, completely lost in the pleasure the Pantoran’s pussy gave him. The high-pitched breathy noises caught in her throat made you wet and you couldn't help clench your thighs together at the sight and sounds.

Din tilted his head a fraction, barely noticeable to anyone else, and froze mid-thrust when the darkness of his visor lands on you. His head fully snaps in your direction and you could’ve laughed at the image before you: a moment of passion frozen in time like a high-quality porno.

The Pantoran caught her breath and did her best to look in your direction with how tightly Din still held her hair, and you could feel both of their nerves radiating off of them from your presence. It wasn’t like you caught him cheating, this was part of the arrangement, but it also had been a rule to not meet those you slept with while away. But for whatever reason, that broken rule and the scene before you didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. You could almost sense Din torn on continuing or pulling out of her and ending his affair right then and there, so you made the choice for them.

You closed the door behind you to keep out peeping eyes, despite the fact that you and Din lived on the outskirts of whatever civilization Jakku claimed to have. You let your eyes drag over them hungrily, licking your lips.

“Well, Din? Don’t stop on my account, you promised this pretty thing a good time and I hope you intend to keep that.”

Without breaking eye contact with his visor, you slipped off each clothing item you had as you sultrily sauntered over to the couch, until you were just in your panties. Din’s helmet followed your movements and only stopped when you plopped down on the couch. You widened your legs and placed one foot on the chest you use as a makeshift coffee table to reveal the wet patch forming in your underwear.

“And when you’re done, I want you to fuck me. Understood?”

Din let out a guttural moan, hips involuntarily jerking, causing the Pantoran to moan as well. As if he had never stopped, Din immediately went back to pistoning his hips into her, harder than he had before, causing her to let out a shriek.

You spread your other leg still rooted to the floor, wetting your fingers and dragging them down your body until they land on your clit. Din might be railing this woman three ways to next week, but his helmet was glued to you. He groaned at the sight and reached around to roughly grasp the woman’s breasts, each movement precise and graceful as if he was putting on a show just for you. And maybe he was? The idea of it was hot as is, let alone seeing it unfold.

Din pulled the woman away from the wall and, while still inside of her, guided her to put her hands on the crate you'd been using as an accent table. Din knocked the lamp to the ground, not bothered when it smashed in pieces as it hit the ground. His choice had given you a better view of the show and the woman could now see your own actions. When her honey-glazed eyes rested on you as you fingered your sex, they rolled back in her head as she let out a whine. 

Din’s hips stuttered and he swore, grasping her hips and spreading his legs to slap into her at a different angle.

“Her pussy clenched watching you play with yourself, cyare.” 

“Good. Finish her Din, I’m waiting.”

Din shoved the girl’s feet together and widened his own stance, ramming into her even harder and faster than he had before. Her voice was caught in her throat, tears streaming down her cheeks and she finally came, hard and spazzing on Din’s cock. Her knees gave out and Din gently laid her on the floor, never taking his gaze off of you. When she was fully on the ground and comfortable, Din pointed a gloved finger at you.

“Get on your hands and fucking knees,” he growled in a tone you hadn’t heard before. A voice that made you drip and immediately flip over with your knees on the chest and hands on the couch, looking at him over your shoulder in a sultry manner.

He was behind you before you could blink and shoved his cock into you with urgency, still glistening and pearly white from the Pantoran’s hot pussy. The dirtiness of that fact alone made you groan and clench around him, sweat beading at your brow.

Din immediately jackhammered into you, hands cupping your tits, body curling around yours. He fucked you like a loth cat in heat, shoving himself into you as if he couldn’t be any closer. His dick glided against your walls, the speed causing the heaviness of his balls to slap against your clit with little to no mercy with how he’s putting his full weight into each thrust. The wetness from your own arousal and the Pantoran’s caused a lewd wet slapping sound as his balls found a rhythm against your pussy and the both of your and the Pantoran's slick drenched whatever exposed skin Din had displayed. 

Din muttered filthy words into your ear loud enough for his fling to hear, but only muttered words of love and affection and how happy he was to have you home quietly enough for only you to hear. It was the missing ingredient needed for you to groan and cum, your whole body growing tight then spasming with Din’s continued relentless pace.

The Mandalorian, without stopping, placed one boot on the chest next to your hands and, like the Pantoran, gripped your hair and pulled it tightly as he fucked into you, finding his own high. 

You glanced over your shoulder to find the Pantoran was watching intently, fingering herself, and just like it had been enough for her to orgasm from when you touched yourself, it was all you needed to have one more surprise orgasm that milked one out of Din.

He slammed his hips into yours, grinding into your pelvis, and filled you with spurt after spurt of hot cum with nothing but a satisfied grunt and tight limbs. When he was done, Din sighed and held you to him, flipping you over to sit on his lap on the chest, his cock still nestled in you.

“God, I missed you.”

Din ran his hands over your body, your face, and nuzzled your cheek with his helmet. As much you wanted to melt into his embrace and never let go, you couldn't conveniently forget about the woman he had brought home that was still propped up against your wall.

Din whined as you slipped off of his softening cock and slid on your panties before his spend could drip down your thighs. You pulled on your shirt and reluctantly tugged on your pants as well before wandering into the fresher, wetting a clean washcloth, and coming to the Pantoran’s side. You gently opened her legs and washed away the evidence of her and Din’s affair, then helped her back onto her wobbly feet.

Pulling her pants up the rest of the way and buttoning them for her, you then took her hand and lead her to the front door. She glanced back at Din and awkwardly waved, but he just nodded at her in stoic acknowledgment that made you chuckle. As if he hadn’t just given the poor thing arguably the best lay of her life.

The walk down the path from your home to the road was slow, but not awkward. The Pantoran rang her fingers together, glancing at you shyly as you walked her out.

“Thank you for keeping him company.”

The Pantoran gave you a shy smile, fiddling with her hair. Now that you have better light and aren't distracted by their coupling, you realized the Pantoran was around the same height as you with a similar build and hair length. It was almost like looking at yourself if you hadn’t been born human.

“He and I ran into each other when we both arrived to Jakku. I’m only in town visiting my brother for a few days, and we ran into each other when I was heading home from the cantina. He told me about your arrangement and at first I wasn’t sure if he was just saying that to get into my pants guilt free for the both of us, but figured if Mandalorians are an honorable people, he had to be telling the truth.”

“He was,” you confirmed with a soft smile, grateful that you and Din had both found at least one good person to sleep with that were kind and genuine. It made your heart flutter. “One of our rules was to not meet or talk about our flings, so I'm sorry if I almost ruined that for you. And I’m sorry I didn’t ask for consent before jumping in, I should have. I got caught up in the heat of the moment.” 

You bit your lip when you realized how badly that could have turned out if the Pantoran hadn’t been okay with your choice to stay and watch let alone participate. She stopped in her tracks as you arrived at your property's gate and spun around, eyes wide. 

“Are you kidding me? That was really fucking hot! But I appreciate that sentiment, you’re a good woman. I get why he loves you so much.”

You could feel your face burn, caught off guard with the confession.

“What do you mean?”

The Pantoran sighed wistfully, leaning against the fence and staring off into space. “He talked about you briefly when we first ran into each other at the transport hub, then outside of the cantina, and even before he absolutely fucked my brains out. He wouldn’t stop talking about you. Wouldn't shut up about how much he missed you and even apologized that this couldn’t be anything reoccurring or serious. He just talked about you like he couldn’t stop himself from letting the world know you existed. It’s how I knew he wasn’t sleeping with me to cheat or be disloyal, a man with that much yearning doesn’t talk about his partner like that and then goes behind their backs and cheats on them." She shrugs. “At least I hope not.” She sighs wistfully again. “But you’re so lucky to have a man like that. Does he have a brother?” she joked. 

You laughed, unable to stop the grin from spreading across your face and you leaned against the fence next to her. “Not that I’m aware of, but thank you for telling me that. It’s been really hard being away from him for so long, and knowing he feels that way makes me feel… strangely better about our situation? I guess I was worried that one of us may drift apart or find someone else with how unideal this arrangement has been work-wise.”

The Pantoran put her hand on your shoulder and gave it a friendly squeeze. “Look, I may be just a random hook-up, but even I can tell this only brought you guys closer together. And I’m really happy for the both of you.” She opened the gate and let herself out, closing it behind her. She turned to face you with a grin that matches your own. “Thank you for being a good host, and I am sorry again you walked in on us either way. I’m glad it ended the way it did, it gives me something to look forward to one day knowing that someone out there who can give me the same love and sex you two have is out there waiting for me.”

You shrug and lean closer, your grin turning sultry. “I’m not sure how long we’ll be on Jakku for, but next time you’re in town and we're still around, feel free to give us a knock.” You winked and her indigo skin flushed purple, honey eyes drowned out by the blacks of her blown-out pupils. She gives you a shy smile regardless. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She blew you a kiss and turned on her heels to leave. You watched her walk down the street until you couldn’t see her anymore, the sun setting and casting long shadows. You took a deep breath in, savoring the love blooming in your chest with this newfound knowledge, then turned to return to the love of your life waiting for you on the other side.

You barely had the front door shut and locked before Din was on you, smothering you in his now armorless embrace. He had darkened the room while you were gone and his lips kissed any part of you he could reach while crushing you to his body with the desperation of a man trapped in a desert and had just found an oasis.

You didn’t complain when he stripped the both of you down, swatting your hands away from taking your own clothes off. You didn’t complain when he lead you to your room and made love to you for hours into the night, hours After the Pantoran had left.

Where the raw desperation that had been there earlier was now replaced with deep but slow thrusts and grinding that left you panting and sweating and moaning into his mouth. Din rested his weight on top of you, not leaving an inch of you untouched. His mouth consistently stayed hovering over your mouth and sucked hickies into your skin as if he was afraid you’d disappear again.

In the After, you basked in each other’s presence. Chest to chest, legs entangled, lips grazing, and noses lightly bumping lazily into each other.

“God I missed you so much,” he mumbled into your lips. “I’m sorry you had to come home to that, if I had known-“

You kissed him and he sighed, leaning into the action. You pulled away and pecked his nose. “Don’t, I wanted to surprise you. Fas realized how much I missed you and gave me the rest of my pay. Told me to go home.”

Din paused at this and abruptly sat up. Even in the darkness, you could tell he was looking at you.

“Are you serious?” his shocked excitement made you grin. “Runi, that’s fantastic! I’m so proud of you, that was really generous of him.” Din’s hand found your stomach and gave it a gentle rub, thick fingers grazing the underside of your breasts. 

Despite the happiness in his tone, you could sense hesitation in the slight tremble of his fingers. You placed your hands on top of his, your own digits rubbing into his skin.

“Din, what’s wrong?”

You allowed the silence to linger, content with the feeling of his skin on yours. Finally, he laid back down and draped his arm over your waist, nuzzling his face back into the crook of your neck.

“The bounty ended up being worth way more than was promised alive. The man who put the bounty on the quarry hadn’t expected him in any way other than dead.”

You furrowed your brows, not sure where this was going. “Din, isn’t that a good thing?”

Din took a deep breath and exhaled your name. “It means not only can we sell the house, but we can go elsewhere and not worry about money. At least not for a little while.”

You opened your mouth, a million questions running through your mind. But Din propped himself up on his other arm and cradled your face, his touch distracting you.

“Cyar’ika, you deserve better than Jakku. If you’re okay with it, I was thinking we could settle on Nevarro. Karga and Cara have turned it into a paradise since we last visited, wee wouldn’t have to worry about either of us needing to sleep with a blaster under our pillows or wonder if someone will steal our things while we're away on a job.” 

Din swallowed, hands trembling. “We’d have the protection of the Guild right in town and be able to afford a nice place. I could work nearby with Karga which doesn’t require me to be away for more than a few hours most at a time, maybe a week if something is needed off planet. A house on Nevarro means we might not be able to get a ship just yet, but I figured it was a start. More credits, less time away from each other, and we'd be surrounded by people who we can trust. People we call friends. What do you think?”

Your shocked silence filled the room but it wasn’t long before you flew into Din’s arms like he had before and he held you close, nose buried in your neck. 

“When can we move?”

Din chuckled, rubbing your back. “In a month? Is that okay? We still need to find a place and transfer everything over. One of us will need to fly the N1, but I’m sure Cara or Karga can give the other a lift to Nevarro.”

“What, you have a problem with public transport, Mr. Djarin??” He laughed and pinched your hip. 

“No, but why make one of us wait to be together any longer than we have to?”

You rested your chin on his shoulder, his body a furnace, but a welcome heat despite the scorching warmth the planet radiated being suffocating as is.

“And our arrangement?” you whispered, unsure of where that would stand. You felt Din sigh.

“Honestly, as much as it had its moments of being fun, I just want you. You’re the person I want to take home, the person I want to wake up to, the person whose body I want to get lost in. I know Nevarro may not offer long-term jobs to keep you as close as I’d like, and until we get a proper ship, I’m aware you may still need to travel to bring in credits. So I’m okay if you need to scratch any itch you get while you’re gone, but once we settle in on Nevarro, I was hoping we could go back to it just being us. Like before. But I understand if it’s not what you want.”

“Din, like you said, as much as this has been fun, you’re all I want. I appreciate you wanting me to be fulfilled in every way possible if you can't do it yourself, so I’ll need to think about it. But I’m absolutely okay with things going back to just us when we're ready.”

You pulled away reluctantly, his grip tight around you but gave you enough room to cup his face in your hands.

“I love you, Din Djarin. And no matter what the universe throws at us, I’ll always find my way home to you. I hope you know that.” The deep kiss he pulled you into told you he felt the same, and the hardness of his cock pocking your thigh solidified that fact.

Before there was Grogu, there was you. And After Grogu, here is where you’ll be. 

After you sell the house on Jakku and make the move, things do fall into place just like the jobs you once had in the years you’ve known the Mandalorian. Din was given a well-paying job along Karga’s side that didn’t require him to hunt down bounties across the galaxy. And not once has he had to step on a public transport since.

After a few more months of accepting jobs that took you away from home for a few weeks at a time, you settled in yourself with a job at the local school as a language teacher. The house you bought with Din was bigger than anything you thought you’d ever be able to own, yet despite its size, it was still humble and homey. A place one could maybe grow a family one day.

When Din got the emergency message from Boba needing his help on Tattooine, you didn’t think twice and encouraged him to go. After all, you were here in the Before, and you’ll be here in the After, no matter what the universe throws at you. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I had come up with this idea a while back ago that was partially inspired by @thestrangestinthisstrangeland 's really hot fic "Can You Kiss Me More" and the destain I have for the lack of F/F/M fics in the Mando fandom. Or healthy portrayals of open relationships. Had to fix that fact.

I also came up with this fic to explore open relationships more. I consider myself to be queer leaning on the ace side, like not sex repulsed or anything, but the idea of having one partner is more than enough and the idea of dating overwhelms me. So I've been fascinated with how people can have open relationships or be in poly relationships with ease. It's really admirable.

The Mando fandom made me realize I may be a little bit of the jealous type and the idea of my partner sleeping with other people while I'm gone bothers me a little. But I think being able to write how Din and the reader both feel for each other is what helped me understand that my insecurity comes from not wanting to be cast aside for someone better. I don't think people realize how much trust goes into making open relationships and poly relationships work, and writing this fic made me appreciate that fact even more.

If you're polyamorous or in an open relationship and find this to not portray either or appropriately, please do let me know and I'll do my best to be as inclusive and correct as possible! All are welcome here and I want everyone to be able to feel at home in the reader inserts I've made available to them!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Introductions And Requests Are Open!

Howdy! I’m in the mood to write Reader insert headcanons and wanted to let you know what I won’t and will write! But first, introductions! A little bit about me: I'm Rot, 19, use they/them and have been writing since I was young! I love to write about the fandoms I hyperfixate on and share my work with others that are into the same stuff as me! ! A little bit more info': I've been writing for a long time and writing commissions will be open once I feel a bit more comfortable with pricing and such! Right now, just wanna have fun! Now onto the writing request info'!

Fandoms: -FNAF: Security Breach (Monty, Chica, Roxy, Freddy and Sun and Moon) -Star Wars (The Mandalorion, The Book Of Boba Fett, Clone Wars) -TF2 (All the males and Ms. Pauling) -Transformers (TFP, TFA, Gen 1, RID2015, MTMTE) -Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 (Konig, Ghost, John, Soap, Alejandro + Roach) -Poppy Playtime: Chapter 3 (Dogday and Catnap)

Will Do: -NSFW -Angst -Fluff -SFW -Violence/Gore -Dub-Con

Won’t Do: -Incest  -Rape/Non-Con -Pedophilia  -Zoophilia/Beastiality -Self-harm/Suicide  -Cheating (infidelity) Note: I only do gender neutral Reader (unless it's requested as something else) and will only do four characters at a time for multiple people headcanons!

If you’re not sure what you requested is allowed, just ask! I’ll gladly let you know! ^^ 

[zapsalis-d]

[TBOBF] Narudar: Masterlist

MAIN MASTERLIST

Life is now a stark contrast to what you were accustomed to before. The decision is determined: the Mandalorian and yourself will stay on Nata temporarily, and focus on other objectives. Which means no more bounty hunting, no more fighting, and no more constantly being pursued by hunters. Now, you're supposed to be concentrating on relearning to control the Force... and figure out what you and Din Djarin actually are to each other. It feels strange and unlike anything you've ever lived before, but you're easily starting to like it—and so is he.

However, as much as you enjoy your free time with Din, it's not easy to forget Grogu. Din has suggested several times to visit the kid, but you already know the answer you're going to receive: Jedi must forego all attachments, and that includes you both. Still, Din dislikes the fact that he can't see the kid for such a long time—and he wishes to distract himself. He's formulated his own plan and his own ideas, and it's slowly pulling you apart from each other.

Because you'd rather stay on Nata for a while longer, while Din prefers to get going and search for survivors of the Mandalorian covert.

FOLLOWS ALONG WITH THE EVENTS OF THE BOOK OF BOBA FETT: SEASON ONE

RATED ... T — each chapter comes with their own warnings you should read prior to beginning your reading.

SERIES WARNINGS ... canon-typical violence, canon-compliant, heavy angst, implied smut, graphic depictions of blood/wounds, former jedi reader, talk of traumatic history/childhood trauma

PAIRING ... din djarin x fem!reader

CHAPTERS ... Season Two ; Forty-Nine ; Fifty ; Fifty-One ; Fifty-Two ; Fifty-Three ; Fifty-Four ;

STATUS ... ongoing

Read on Wattpad and AO3.

View Narudar’s graphics here.

NOTE ... welcome back to a third continuation of narudar !! for those of you who are new to narudar, this is not where you should start—seasons one and two need to be read to understand this one (enjoy the slowburn). for this one, i will be restarting the taglist so please let me know if you would like to be tagged for the following chapters ! don't be afraid to let me know what you think. my inbox is is always open !!

[sprout-fics]

M e n a g e r i e

A Boba Fett x Heiress! Reader story

Summary:

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

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

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

Revenge.

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Now live on AO3!

[labrats-and-clonetroopers]

Star Wars Masterlist

Generation of the Republic

[Tales of the Jedi, Prequels, The Clone Wars, The Bad Batch]

"Guilt" Obi-Wan Kenobi Drabble

Obi-Wan reflects on the death of his master, Qui-Gon Jinn

Warning: Canon-consistent graphic descriptions of death/injuries

"Irrational" Korkie Kryze Drabble

Korkie begins to wonder if Aunt Satine is hiding something concerning his heritage.

"Handprint" Ahsoka Tano Drabble

For Disaster Trio Appreciation Week - Day 1 - Hands

Warning: blood, mentions of injuries

"Lost" Ahsoka Tano, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker Oneshot

For Disaster Trio Appreciation Week - Day 2 - Lost

Warning: dark, it’s the Zygerria arc

"Dreams" Commander Blitz Drabble 

Commander Blitz fears he’s going mad. 

Warning: mentioned suicide of an unnamed character

"Nightmares" Captain Rex Drabble 

For Febuwhump - Day 4 - Nightmares

Warning: mentions of slavery, death, depression

"Closer" Kit Fisto Drabble 

For: Febuwhump Day 9: Kidnapped

Warning: restraints, references to torture, mental manipulation

Character x Character

"Caf" Commander Fox x Riyo Chuchi Drabble

Commander Fox reflects on his relationship with Senator Chuchi

"Dream" Lux Bonteri x Steela Garrera Drabble

Lux is haunted by the memories of Steela’s demise

Warning: character death

"Determination" Bo-Katan Kryze x Commander Cody Drabble

When Obi-Wan goes to Concordia to search for Death Watch, Cody accompanies him.

Reader Insert

"Eyes" Cad Bane x Reader Drabble

The reader reflects on their relationship with the bounty hunter Cad Bane.

Relationship: Unspecified (but leaning more toward potentially romantic)

"Monster" Captain Rex x Reader Drabble

Looking for a guide on an Outer Rim planet, the Reader meets Captain Rex. 

Relationship: Pre-romance

"Overthink" Kit Fisto x Reader Drabble 

The Reader tries to hide their feelings for Kit

Relationship: Romantic

"The Way" Anakin Skywalker x Reader Drabble 

The Reader and Anakin have a confrontation when Anakin struggles to control his rage.

Relationship: Unspecified

"Ignorant" Kit Fisto x Reader Drabble 

Against your better judgment, you engage in conversation with an intriguing Jedi Master.

Relationship: Romantic

Generation of the Empire 

[Kenobi, Rebels, Solo, Rogue One, Original Trilogy, Mandalorian, Book of Boba Fett, Ahsoka]

"Sound" Grogu & Din Djarin Drabble 

The child continues to be unpredictable. 

"Patience" Reva Drabble 

Reva knows what the other inquisitors think of her. 

Reader Insert

"Stay" Boba Fett x Reader Drabble

The Reader, a bounty hunter, takes a job that goes south.

Relationship: Unspecified

"Relax" Tobias Beckett x Reader Drabble

The Reader and Beckett argue over a dangerous job.

Relationship: Unspecified

"Forgive" Ezra Bridger x Reader Drabble

The Reader seeks an apology from Ezra

Relationship: Unspecified

"Ailments and Fears" Rebels Crew x Reader Oneshot

The Reader, a member of the Lothal Rebel cell, falls ill.

Relationship: Platonic

"Aim" Sabine Wren x Reader Drabble

Sabine teaches the Reader to shoot.

Relationship: Unspecified

"Tension" Cassian Andor x Reader Drabble 

The Reader observes Cassian. 

Relationship: Faintly Romantic

"Shades of Yellow" Part 1 - Ezra Bridger x Reader 

A former assassin joins the Ghost crew for a mission. 

Relationship: Platonic

Generation of the First Order

[Sequels]

Character x Character

"Adventure" Poe Dameron x Rey Drabble

Honestly, I don’t know even know what to put as a synopsis for this one. 

"Wander" Leia Organa x Han Solo Drabble

Leia reflects on her estranged relationship with Han. 

Reader Insert

"Horizon" Armitage Hux x Reader Drabble

The Reader and Hux search for a missing First Order Ship

Relationship: Unspecified

Warning: non-graphic description of mass death

"Different" Finn x Reader Drabble 

The girl, Rey, must be avoided. And by that logic you ought to be avoiding him too, though you find you keep talking yourself into it.

Relationship: Unspecified

[thirstworldproblemss]

A Mando Monday (of LOVE!) p2 of 2

Hello, friends! Valentine's day is tomorrow, and so I am back again to celebrate with the second half of our romance-oriented mando hours.

Last week I focused on pairings between canon characters (mostly Din because I am head over heels for our favorite tin can space dad and think he deserves ALL the love!)... but do you know who else deserves love? We all do! Including you (if you want it)!! Therefore, this week will be all about fanworks that showcase pairings with non-canon characters including reader inserts, self insert, or oc's. (Once again, mostly for Din because I.... well, you know why ; )

As usual, Mando Monday hours will be 10am-8pm PST, and everything will be tagged “it’s mando hours”

Hope you all have a great day!  

🧡 twp

Tagging Note:  This week’s Mando Monday stuff includes content featuring various non-canon characters. I will be tagging ALL of it as 'ncc' and also using the following tags for more specific pairings, so feel free to block anything that's not your jam:

din x oc - for works pairing Din with people’s original characters

din x self insert - what it says on the tin

din x reader - for fanworks inspired by Din x reader stories and other non-OC/non-self-insert works

>> same format for other characters: boba x reader, fennec x oc, etc.

Spoilers Note:  There shouldn't be much spoilery content this week, but as usual, any spoilers for s3 of The Mandalorian will be tagged ‘the mandalorian spoilers’. (I no longer tag spoilers for s1, s2 or tBoBF)

[ twp’s Masterlist  |  Author, Fic & Fanwork Recs ]

[camarocarfight]

Enjoy some seggs. Fair warning, this work is going to get messy. I have many plans 😈

[helpinghanikan]

Star Wars Kinktober 2023

Day 20: Huning/primal (Boba Fett)

Kinktober Masterlist

The game starts when you step off of the ship. You have forty minutes to try and get as far away as possible before Boba starts to come after you. The first time you had done this the time was only twenty, that had to be doubled when you realized just how quickly he caught you.

The planet wasn’t that inhabited. A few settlements here and there but it was mainly just a forested planet. Plenty of room for you to run through and disappear into.

Up a hill and over a small river you ran. Every rustle and every breaking branch was a predator waiting for the opportunity to strike. Whether that predator was the meat-eating kind or the bend-you-over kind remained to be seen.

Fwipp!

You get a second to hear the sound before the wire wraps around your ankles. Pulled tight and sending you to the forest floor.

Part of you realized that trying to escape the wire was useless. Boba didn’t buy cheap and regular human hands weren’t going to be able to just tear it apart. Yet still you tried. Pretending not to hear the moving of branches and breaking of twigs as Boba approaches.

“Aren’t as fast as you think you are, little one,” Boba says.

His voice was the only warning you got before he grabbed your hair. His gloves were thick and unyielding as he forced you to face him. Although your eyes were at crotch level the only thing to look at was upwards. His helmet looking down at you with that little head tilt that Mandalorians seemed to love so much.

“You’d be surprised how often I have to go easy on you. I didn’t want you to be out of breath, old timer.” You say, trying to ignore the distinct sound of his codpiece being unclipped from his waist.

His chuckle is warm and comes from deep within his chest. It’s a bit comforting to hear before your face is forced to his cock. Thick and long he passes by your lips. Two, or three thrusts he gives before giving you a chance to breathe. The gasping and coughing only made him chuckle harder.

“I’m not the one who is going to need to catch their breath.” Boba warns, pulling you in again.

[beelicious-and-fictitious]

Just The Girls Masterlist

Main Masterlist

This is a collection of my all of my fics written as pairings for fictional female characters with not enough content to justify having their own masterlist. All NSFW fics are marked as SMUT!

Some of the beautiful girls you’ll find here are Yelena Belova, Ava Starr, Selina Kyle, and others!

Reader Inserts

---MARVEL UNIVERSE---

Ava Starr (Hanna John-Kamen) from Ant-man And The Wasp 2018

Strawberry Soda | 1k words | there’s this gorgeous girl you keep seeing in your favorite mini-mart and it’s time to introduce yourself

No Touching | 1.7k words | follows Strawberry Soda; something strange happens during one of your ‘just friends’ movies dates

A Real Date | 1.8k words | follows No Touching; you and Ava try to go on a dinner date that doesn’t go according to plan

Old Stomping Ground | 1.6k words | follows A Real Date; showing Ava your favorite location in post-Chitauri invasion New York

Yelena Belova (Florence Pugh) from Black Widow 2020 & Hawkeye (tv show 2021)

The One Where She Got A Dog | 1.8k words | or how Yelena became a dog mom (thanks to you)

---DC Extended Universe---

Cat Woman (Selina Kyle) [link]

Mourning Black | 1.1k words | you don’t know it yet, but your seamstress days are at an end when an old hero stumbles upon you (link above)

Furs Thirst | 1k words | you’re just a henchwoman and she’s her own villain (link above)

Have A Seat, Dear | 1.3k words SMUT | you are jealous and insecure, especially ever since your girlfriend got a new ‘pet Bat’ (link above)

Day Twenty One: Candle Wax | 1.7k words | From Kinktober 2021: you and Selina are just two Gothamite girls doing your best to survive

---Star Wars/ Mandalorian---

Fennec Shand (Ming Na-Wen) from The Mandalorian/ The Book of Boba Fett

Day Twenty Four: Hunter/Prey | 1.8k words | From Kinktober 2021: a hefty bounty on your heads puts you right in Fennec’s sights

Koska Reeves (Sasha Banks) from The Mandalorian

Sunset Sapphires | 646 words | somebody approaches your favorite Mandalorian with a job and you decide to tag along for the adventure ***series on hiatus***

---Miscellaneous---

Day Twenty Six: Leather WITH OLEANDER HALE (Tessa Thompson) from Little Woods (2018) | 1.2k words | teasing your girlfriend Ollie with your Halloween outfit

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Cad Bane alone on his ship, lets his mind wander, to that soft mammalian skin and warmth, how easy it is to bit and mark with his teeth...

Trigger Happy

Pairing: Cad Bane x Cad Bane / Cad Bane x Cad Bane's hand? / Cad Bane x AFAB(Fem) Reader

(Screenshot by @renek-bane)

Word count: 4.2+

Warnings: Explicit. 18+ / NSFW for: Masturbation, hand jobs, autoerotic asphyxiation and belt play, choking, gagging, strangulation, double-duros dick, boners/erections, alien anatomy, self-lubrication, boy pussy (bussy?) touching oneself, xenophilia, mammal kink, and fantasies involving biting, blood, blow jobs, brat taming, pheromones, marking, PiV sex, and finally ... ejaculation.

I.E. Cad Bane masturbates to the thought of reader.

Cad Bane's casual ensemble inspired by @deepbluespace4's amazing artwork. What a perfect outfit to relax in.

[AO3]

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The bone chilling, fathomless darkness of deep space could penetrate just about anyone both physically and mentally should you not have your head on straight before taking to the stars.

In the early days, Duros were some of the first spacefaring species, navigating across unknown territory with barely anything but the clothes on their backs and the stories they passed down, generation to generation. Bane thought it must have been unnerving, for there would be no one around to hear you scream if it came to that.

Of course, nowadays there was the convenience of hyperlanes and comm units built into ships. Perhaps help was never too far off, though he wouldn’t know anything about that, seeing as in his line of work he preferred to remain under the auspices of scrambled codes or encrypted frequencies.

Allies were few, far, and in between, trustworthy associates even fewer, and friends were nearly nonexistent, save for his little confidant, a droid. Droids could be programmed. Droids were loyal unless something interfered with their ones and zeroes. He did not have to worry that Todo might change his mind one day and stab him in that back for profit. That kind of behavior was reserved for those of flesh and blood, not precious alloys and electronic circuitry.

Yes, his was a lonely, boorish existence except the times when it was not. Had he cared to, his own stories would more than entertain a listening ear for hours on end, recounting his various misdeeds to propagate his legacy, for even he would not live forever, though possibly in the minds of man if he were lucky. He had already reached his own potential, and the only place to go from here was down.

There was the time he had held the senate hostage, negotiating his terms with the Chancellor himself. He had got away clean though his work had been cut out for him. Still, it was something to be proud of.

Then, there was the time he had stolen a Jedi Holocron for a dark lord of the Sith right beneath the nose of a dozen Jedi, not to mention the subsequent kidnapping of force-sensitive children, though the pay was more than commensurate for the job. Besides, he had no qualms with handing over a few younglings – it meant less goody two-shoes, lightsaber wielding bastards to deal with in the future. The fewer there were, the better it was for business, unless the business itself was killing Jedi, then he might as well have gone and karked himself.

There was an idea.

Bane initiated the sequence that would pull the Justifier from hyperspace into realspace, decelerating from lightspeed so that his starship could putter to a crawl. He scanned the parameter with sensitive detection equipment, the Duros some five parsecs from the nearest planet. He was alone out here, as was in his favor.

He relaxed, kicking one boot off as he placed his bare foot up on the console, finally allowing himself to breathe. His toes wriggled in a much-needed stretch as his vision adjusted to the sight before him. The blue of pseudomotion, the façade of the broadening and expansion of varying astronomical objects, it could be a bother on the eyes for when you just wanted to decompress. The stillness of the void was always a welcomed sight, no matter how daunting or disconcerting it could be if you allowed yourself to dwell on its reality.

One thing about space, is it is cold. Luckily for the Duros he had the foresight and the know-how to equip the Justifier with an internal heating system that rivaled the warmth of Tatooine should he require it. Nothing like basking on a rock when you couldn’t control your internal body temperature. He made up for that with his insulated suit in foreign atmospheres, yet here he could be at peace long enough to adorn simpler attire – it was nice to forgo the armor once in a while, and what better place than “home.”

Still, his scaled flesh bristled beneath his sparse linen tunic, subdued in coloration as per his usual, though soft to the touch and comfortable. It allowed his limbs more freedom of movement, as well as the absence of his gadgetry. 

“Bane,” Todo cut in through the communications console, calling to his master from his place within the confines of the ship. “Why have we slowed down? Is everything all right?”

“Felt like it,” the hunter gruffly responded, not in the mood to answer any questions. At times like these, times when he wanted to be alone with himself, even the presence of a non-sentient with the ability to speak could be a nuisance.  “Worry about de inventory. Figur’ out what we need te restock.”

“I was only asking. No need to be rude. I am at your service, after all,” the droid responded curtly, Bane accomplishing the task of getting him off his back, if only for the next few standard hours.

The Duros adjusted the angle of his hat, took the time to roll up each of his sleeves in turn, then activated the Justifer’s holomap to get a better idea on his position, a single wave of his hand and a pinching of his fingers easily manipulating the spherical planets in the nearby vicinity to his liking. He zoomed in on one in particular, roughly fifteen light-years away. It would take no time at all to reach with the aid of his hyperdrive, yet he chose to coast merrily along.

The current bounty he was after resided elsewhere, a dirtball in the Mid Rim Territories by the name of Aloxor. His potential score was last seen in the city of Tiquwe, a hotbed of criminal activity sheltering a plethora of pirates, though this planet, Inusagi, was in a quadrant not too far from his destination and home to a creature fairer than any other he had ever laid his eyes upon: you.

Inusagi was a planet rich in culture and art. It benefited by being in close proximity to other wealthy locales, such as Naboo. You were an avid collector of precious artifacts and priceless objects, a person of high class.

Bane let his mind wander for a spell. Human women were fodder for the imagination. There was something about their soft mammalian skin, the way it radiated warmth, a thing he often craved. Their breasts, two doughy prominences located on the upper ventral region of a female’s torso, serving as mammary glands to aid in the feeding of young, yet he could not help that he wanted to heft their weight in his hands. That thought only broached the surface of his musings.

Duros had no such features, including the small projections known as nipples by and large – they were unique to those descended from primates as far as Bane was aware, though he was sure there must be exceptions to the rule.

And then there was you.

You were a perfect specimen, putting the rest of your species to shame with a simple glance or a toss of your lustrous hair. Those lips - so full, lush, and sensuous - they had no business doing anything that wasn’t at the bidding of Bane himself, though he was always hard pressed to get the response he desired – one of willful obedience. Though, he had to hand it to you – a night with you was never dull.

Bane knew better than to expect anything less than mouthy backtalk. It was part of the game you liked to play. You always put up a fight just for the kark of it. You thought him egotistical, repugnant in a sense, and Bane had to earn his reward, though he thought the trouble was well worth it, and the ordeal itself added a little flavor to the whole affair.

Someone had stolen something of yours – you had paid him to get it back, and then some. From then on anytime he was in the neighborhood he had made sure to check-in. However, not this time. Unfortunately, he could not allow the trail to go cold, no matter how badly he may have wanted to pursue you. Taking a detour was not an option.

In any case, you were fickle, outspoken, brash by all definitions of the word. A brat for lack of a better label, one he had enjoyed breaking in like the proud wrangler of an untamed mare - a beast of burden that could take his cocks just as well as the load that came with them, though the longer he stayed away, the easier it was for you to forget your place – on your knees.

Bane groaned, a low and gravelly sound, accompanied by the slow dispersal of carbon dioxide from his lungs. His loins began to stir of their own volition, though it was his fault for lingering on the image of your face, your curvy body. One hand moved languidly, not in a hurry to address his needs as he had put them off for quite some time. He only knew it to be a necessity to keep his head clear, Bane gently cupping the bulge that had begun to form in the seat of his dark trousers.

The gathering of intel, the calculation of astronavigational coordinates, the hunt. All these things kept the Duros preoccupied, but there was no purpose in denying himself a bit of enjoyment since he had the opportunity, and there was no telling when he might get another chance.

Oh, to bathe in the delicious scent of your fragrant pheromones, to be able to bury his olfactory organs into the strands of your full mane - and your neck. You always left it so open, so defenseless, exposed to the elements, hair pulled away from its nape in an elaborate coif upon his visitations, for you knew – you knew what you were doing.

The hand that rested upon his lap was forced to move. Bane desired the friction, massaging the protrusion of his organs that had started to emerge from the slot of his groin. Hard-ons were practically unbearable when he was suited up, threatening to puncture the insulation of his suit only to be stopped by the sheer density of the material in its way.

At this juncture, Bane lounged, his phalli lengthening themselves by several inches, though he did not yet allow himself to fully surrender to the figurative brain that lived below. He slowed his breathing, focusing on the stars beyond the windscreen with heavy-lidded eyes. To give in too soon wouldn’t be as fun as nursing himself more leisurely.

His thoughts returned to the curvature of your throat, the smooth surface where he oftentimes found himself embedded to the hilt of his sharp canines. His carnivorous, predatory nature demanded he taste of the life-giving fluid that helped sustain you, sweeter than the most delectable vintage of Alderaanian wine, redder than the saber of a Sith, and warmer than the once tropical waters of his home planet, though a far distant memory for his kind.

The pungent aroma, the tangy savor, the way you feigned a struggle though the echoes of ecstasy that left your lips easily betrayed the depths of your true feelings. The sound alone, like a small animal caught in the jaws of a killer; you were prey, and he found himself more than once wholly immersed in your performance, the mere recollection causing Bane to emit another low-key lecherous moan from the bands of his vocal chords.

By now the ache beneath his outspread palm had increased to proportions that could not so simply be ignored. His gloves had long since been removed as they had no express function being on his person during the few hours he tried to unwind and loosen up. He dislodged himself long enough to unbuckle his gundark leather belt, undoing the fastener at his waist.

Bane continued his undressing by clasping the stop of his zipper between the vertices of one blue digit and his thumb, teeth separating in increments and ending at the base of the closure. The Duros had chosen to go commando within the safety of his ship, nothing currently preventing the spanning of his sex save two thin flaps of fabric he now parted by sliding his fingers beneath their paltry woven barrier.

The remembrance of your blood flowing from his mark, dripping along your tepid epidermis to course towards the swell of your perfect tits caused Bane to finally touch himself, one massive hand reaching, searching out his double-cocks as the tips of his stiffening members had pushed their way through his body’s opening. They were accompanied by a thick slick of lubrication that was natural for his ilk, Duros already ready and raring to go without the aid of another’s personal branding. The sheen was sticky yet clear, and pleasing to the tastebuds, or so he had heard.

Bane caressed the heads of his steadily growing erections with a thumb twice the size of any human’s, already a scant seepage trickling from the slit of one cock as he further stimulated himself, his personal reflections wandering back to the near flawless, photographic visual of you he kept secret within his mind’s sharp eye. Not only that, but your palatability, the texture of your skin – it was as if he had only left you yesterday.

Salty undertones mixed with seraphic sweetness, your feminine form honeyed as well as your words, beseeching him to dominate and deprive you of your meager willpower. You could not resist him once it began, once he had wormed his way into your ignoble desires, Bane easily capable of destroying your resolve with a sole act of endearment.

Perhaps it would be the almost indolent stroking of your cheek, or a rigid, authoritative grasp of your chin as he watched you imbibe the whole of his cock. The other might happen to be tended to by the firm flexing of your fist as you whined, spittle leaking and covering your orifice in an obscene veneer. It would cause the hunter to grace you with a sneer of paradoxical ridicule, for his carnal appetite for you was common knowledge.

With both cocks now fully engorged with green blood, Bane encapsulated the entirety of himself within the center of his palm. Elongated, reedy fingers cinched closed over his dual girths - they were more than a handful, but that had never stopped him before.

Bane duly pumped his dicks to the thought of your parted lips forming a ring around his ribs and crests, his own ridges gliding succinctly along by the calculated movements of his wrist. His organic lubricity aided him in gradually picking up the pace, the point of his tongue glossing the peaks of his fangs as he licked his top lip upon the way.

He rasped out a hiss between now gritted teeth, exhaling deeply as he applied thoughtful strokes, the underside of his fingers toying with his own oily effusion as he carefully teased himself. Who was to say how many times he had done this before?

Bane slouched deliberately in his highbacked captain’s chair, leg bending further as that one foot remained atop the nearest onboard computer terminal. His unoccupied hand took to digging into the muscle of his thigh, reminiscent of something you might do from your undoubted position on the ground as you clung to him.

Your nails often left scratches, or caused him to bleed. Under any normal circumstance drawing Bane’s own blood was a reason for a swift, merciless death, yet he found he enjoyed the pain, enjoyed watching your face contort in the throes of passion by doing nothing more than glutting yourself on all he had to give.

He didn’t have nails, or talons of any sort. He was not able to reproduce the same effect though his head leaned back against the headrest of his chair, his floppy hat giving way as it folded beneath him. His lascivious gesticulations intensified in fervor, recalling how as soon as you had guzzled your fill of his seed from one phallus, he had impaled you with another, sheathing himself in the velvety wetness of your throat to the cusp of your oropharynx until you had nearly choked.

You had complained verbally in the form of a lewd mewl between gasps for air, yet your chemical secretions told another story, the one of the ravenous hunger you had for the hunter whose cock was jammed inside your pretty mouth.

Bane’s nimble hand moved from where it rested upon his sinewy leg for his fingers to twist and manipulate the hidden seam of his tunic. Digits nestled into the groove, pushing the fabric apart into two halves as he fondled the firm pectorals of his own chest. His hips bucked in his chair in a measured rhythm as he drove the meat of his ass into the cushioning beneath him, his scales cool to the touch though all parts of him felt warm, if only an illusion.

He further divided the bits of cloth until they hung open, a sigh reverberating through a jagged exhalation. He indulged himself, fingers traipsing, gallivanting to-and-fro as they roamed the expanse of his abdomen in an almost loving gesture; a gift that no one else could give, for that meant he would be leaving himself assailable in the presence of another, and there was no excuse for that. None that could be forgiven should he wind up dead.

Hot and bothered was an understatement, Bane’s hold tightening on the shafts of his cocks as he compressed them together, repetitively sliding them back and forth between the curvature of his palm. His slick made it easy, semisoft pads moving upward to brush sensually perpendicular to his sternum, grazing the cleft between his pecs until he crossed his left clavicle, finally seizing his own throat between the crook of his thumb and forefinger.

The breathing apparatus, the tubes that prevented Jedi from crushing his windpipe into pulp or depriving him of oxygen, had in this rare instance been discarded. Bane’s dexterous, willowy extremities mimicked what the sensation might feel like, cutting off his flow of air as they skirted the span of his neck to sweep below the sharp angles of his jawline. They groped tightly, fingertips burying themselves snuggly in the tender place beneath his mandible, Bane baring his fangs as his lips once more separated, testing the limits of this new, perverse restriction upon himself.

Cad was well-versed in the source of his own pleasure, staying to either side of his esophagus so as not to irrevocably harm himself in the process. This type of thing, when on offer, was a compliment – a way to give or receive control to or from your partner. Bane liked to remain in control at all times. He would never allow anyone to put him in such a vulnerable position. No one except himself.

Strangulation so close to an orgasm could beget an almost euphoric effect, yet it also coincided with profound psychological implications, Bane taking on a role in the privacy of his own starship of one who was submissive, if only a façade. The fact he could easily end his own life should he go too far was at the forefront of his thoughts - too far, or not far enough for this particular example.

Still, he tried. His grip constricted more compactly around his throat as the fingers of the other hand clenched into a fist. The speed with which he wrested himself amplified, imagining the rapturous sounds of your muffled cries as he filled your belly with his sperm.

It should have been enough, this… fantasy. This total relinquishment of his defenses and the bitter taste of urgency influencing his ardency as his body crept closer and closer to climax, though something was lacking.

His chokehold released, both on himself and on his cocks. He hastily latched onto the buckle of his leather belt, yanking it through the loops as it cracked, the accessory moving faster than the speed of sound in the millisecond it took to remove so that it prompted the auditory breaking of the barrier. He was quick to strap it around his neck, shackling himself by refitting the buckle. He hurriedly tossed the free end around the head of his chair, pulling on the bit of material still slack in order to jerk his head backward, the increase of pressure more than he could have hoped for.

Once accomplished, he returned to work on himself, pulling the belt taut as he gagged to the thought of you nearly choking, though on the width and length of his foreign anatomy – foreign to you, a bitchy little human woman with a warm core, a burning fire that irradiated from your epicenter. Your body might as well be undergoing nuclear fusion deep within the interior of your nexus, comparable to only one thing in the galaxy that he could think of - a main sequence star.

To plunge himself into the plush ravine of your moist sex, for his cock to warm itself in the bowels of your cunt clenching around him as you greedily explored his body with your hands. All tongue and teeth, sultry fragrances and smolder, sweat clinging to your scorching hot skin as you bade him hither to the brink. And then there is the thing that pushes him over the edge – the way you shout his name to the rooftops, not caring who might hear, and it is just as well, for he would not have it any other way.

That single syllable thrown in with an exclamation, your fragile heart beating rapaciously behind its wall of ribs, red blood churning and coursing through every limb apparent in the pulsating of your arteries.  Your excitement is palpable to Bane, and not just in the expression upon your face, but the glow, the expansion of your capillaries to his naked eye. The less pigment a sentient’s skin held, the easier it was to see them blush, and he relished when your cheeks went pink as you caterwauled like a Loth-cat in heat.

“Oh, Cad!”

He could hear it as clear as day, his first name ringing in his ears in your sing-song voice, followed by the wet squelching of your throbbing cunt as you came all over his spiney reptile dick.

No one ever dared to do that – call him by his forename. For you to have the guts for that was quite impressive. To his surprise he found he liked it, though he would make damn sure you did not make it habitual, keeping such things for the time you spent together in your boudoir.

Bane’s scales teemed, like being thrown out onto the terrain of Hoth with nothing on. His own cuspids bit down on his bottom lip, fingers grinding into the device around his neck as he wrenched it forward. His comprehensive, impeccable vision started to go black as he saw a flicker of light in the corners of his eyes. He sensed his own blood pressure dropping rapidly at the same time he rutted against the air as if you were physically present.

The daydream of splitting you apart until you couldn’t walk a straight line kept him at it, the flames in his belly having danced upward, starting from the floor of his testes, a reservoir of semen waiting to be discharged by the overwhelming culmination of all things considered in the here and now, not just figments of his eidetic memory. He pounded his dual cocks like there was no tomorrow, his breath coming out in throaty seethes, agitating his members to the point they were ready to blow like the active volcanoes of Mustafar.

In his enthusiasm and ill planning, Bane had not prepared for this. There was nowhere for his load to go, and it was too late now to contemplate the cleanup. It could wind up one of three places: his lap, the floor, or his ship’s console, though the latter sounded dangerous. With his last bit of coherent thought he dropped the strip of leather around his throat, instead taking up his hat from off his head before he pulled the trigger.

His vision partially returned, lungs filling with air, breath ragged and labored as his ejaculate spilled from both cocks in an asynchronous torrent accompanied by a fragmented wheeze, a disquieting, dissenting hisssss, and a displeased frown as the bowl of his bolero filled with his cold cum.

He fidgeted more than necessary, unhooking the buckle from around his neck and letting the damn thing fall to the floor. He held the base of his hat in the middle of his palm, chest rising and falling at intervals as he allowed his now empty hand to rest idly on his stomach.

He sighed an irritated sigh, gazing out at the stars once more, soon after regaining his equilibrium. To some, the speed of his recovery might be imposing, but in his line of work stamina in all respects was a boon.

After a moment of recuperation, red eyes glanced downward with a tilt of his head, Bane peering at the contents of what he had left behind with a scowl. He tsked, carefully setting his dusky bolero upon the floor so that he might lean back in his seat. It was a nice hat, that much was certain, but it’s not like he didn’t have plenty more where that came from.

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Boba Fett Voice Kink Headcanons:

-Regardless if he’s talking to you or making deals while sitting on his throne, you can’t help but be distracted whenever he talks.  -He could be talking about dinner or something and you’re practically drooling- -He notices this (’cause of course he does) and doesn’t hesitate to use it to his advantage when it comes to making your face warm. -He makes a little game to see which words effect you the most when he talks and makes sure to use them in bedroom. -You get turned on by being called pet names and/or being degraded? Well, don’t worry, he’ll gladly use them more. -You like his moans and groans? Well, he’ll gladly be louder with you. -He tends to have a different voice when he’s doing work verses talking to you. -You honestly love both types, but you love how he softens his tone with you and makes your heart pound. -He notices how when he tells you how much he loves you with a soft voice and with the most loving look on his face, you become speechless and your face heats up. Which he loves- -While his voice turns you on, you also can’t help but feel safe with him because of it.  -He chooses to yell at others, but chooses to speak to you like you’re made of glass.